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FishingRods_Reels
2022.04.26 00:36 BotW_Fishermen24 FishingRods_Reels
Anything from pics of your new rod and reels (or just a rod and just a reel) to pics of you catching fish on your new (or old) combo
2023.06.04 19:59 PushoverMediaCritic Drunk Kaido Moveset Concept
In honor of the most recent episode being great (manga spoilers ahead).
I tried to make this represent the Final Kaido, incorporating as much material as I can from his last fight.
Drunk Kaido's gimmick is that his Skills rotate to represent his mood changing when drunk. Using Dodge, Attack, Skill 1, and Skill 2 all trigger a Skill rotation.
Intro: In base form, he drinks a barrel of sake.
Blue Attacker
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I tried to make this represent the Final Kaido, incorporating as much material as I can from his last fight.
Drunk Kaido's gimmick is that his Skills rotate to represent his mood changing when drunk. Using Dodge, Attack, Skill 1, and Skill 2 all trigger a Skill rotation.
Intro: In base form, he drinks a barrel of sake.
Blue Attacker
- Dodge: He stumbles to the side drunkenly.
- Attack: He swings Hassaikai multiple times.
- Skill 1: Skill 1 and Skill 2 rotate together. Both 1s are up at the same time, both 2s at the same time, etc. Generally, skills with the same number are similar moves, 1 is a fast physical strike, 2 is a passive move, 3 is an invincible dragon move, 4 is a long-reaching attack, and 5 is the highest-damaging move in the rotation.
- Tears In His Beer, Thunder Bagua. Kaido cries in Hybrid form and charges forward with a sideways Hassaikai smash.
- Tears In His Beer. A counter. Kaido cries in Hybrid form and tells the opponent to leave him alone. If an attack hits him, he reels back, his tail lashes forward and wraps around the opponent's leg, and he does a Conqueror's Haki headbutt.
- Drowning His Sorrows, Dragon Twister Demolition Gust. Kaido is depressed in Dragon form and he spins up several tornadoes while shooting wind blades out in every direction. Invincible.
- Drunken Rage, Blast Breath. Kaido is furious in Hybrid form and shoots a fire beam from his mouth forward.
- Drunken Rage, Kundali Dragon Swarm. Kaido is furious in Hybrid form and he swings Hassaikai forward in a barrage of strikes.
- Skill 2: Has generally stronger moves but longer cooldown than Skill 1.
- Lightning Hammered, Rag-Naraku. Kaido leans back while laughing to dodge attacks, transforms into Buff Hybrid, then slams Hassaikai down super hard.
- Drunken Begger. A taunt that looks like the Skill 1 counter. Kaido does a flirty wink with a finger on his lip in Hybrid form and tells the opponent to just staaahp attacking him. If Kaido is not hit while taunting, all opponents around him get an Attack debuff.
- Drunken Thief. Kaido uses Future Sight and transforms into Dragon-Head Hybrid mode. He zig-zag flies forward while dodging attacks and bites the opponent. Invincible.
- Bloodthirsty Drunk, Thunder Bellow Bagua. Kaido transforms into Buff Hybrid form, does a wicked grin, then dashes forward super fast and slams the opponent with Hassaikai, swinging downward.
- Destroyer of Death, Thunder Bagua. Kaido transforms into Buff Hybrid form. He jumps into the air and swings Hassaikai downward ultra hard with a giant trail of Haki lightning, smashing past the opponent with a huge wind spiral and launching them in the air behind him. Switches sides.
2023.06.04 19:59 recoil1776 Crazy old fishing combo. Rod is solid spring steel. Cleaning out my great aunts house and came across it. Any idea who old these are? Utica Caster Reel Co Model B
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2023.06.04 19:49 Zarkex01 Do I wait athe counter or no?
I get that this might be considered a dumb question but I’m here on vacation.
So in Switzerland you normally order at the counter, pay, stand aside and then wait until you pick up the tray with your order.
Now I wanted to know how it is in the US in general cause I suffer a bit from Social Anxiety.
Also when ordering a combo, do you say you’re ordering a combo first or just say „medium coke“, „medium fries“ and they will catch on?
I guess I’m kind of asking in general what you say😅
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So in Switzerland you normally order at the counter, pay, stand aside and then wait until you pick up the tray with your order.
Now I wanted to know how it is in the US in general cause I suffer a bit from Social Anxiety.
Also when ordering a combo, do you say you’re ordering a combo first or just say „medium coke“, „medium fries“ and they will catch on?
I guess I’m kind of asking in general what you say😅
2023.06.04 19:43 Frampferder New to Fighting Games - Action Timing Display question
Im new to fighting games and decided to jump in with street fighter 6. Im trying some of the combo trials and theres this bar above the characters head; The action timing display. Im not quite sure how to read it. I know that when you input an action the bar fills and quickly disappear pass a yellow line and a small green part at then end. Im not sure how to read it. Does it mean I have to input the next command before the red bar reach the yellow line or do I input it after I see the green. Its confusing to me and I couldn't find anything about it.
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2023.06.04 19:29 Arkanie Players using shortcuts w/o turbo?
When I play online I sometimes see players taking shortcuts just by driving over grass without using an item, and they (seemingly) still don't lose any speed. Is it a special Kart-combo, or how do these players do that? Track examples where I've seen it happen: Mario Circuit-GBA (the last turn before the finish line) and Royal Raceway (multiple spots).
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2023.06.04 19:17 DoctorXJ13 Sneasboom rain team (RegD)
https://pokepast.es/bef291fb5b1493b3 Notes: Sneasler should have Sword Dance, no Close Combat Chien Pao should have Sacred Sword, not Throat Chop
The main idea of the team is to use unburden on Sneasler to be faster than any other pokemon of no speed drops paralysis or tail wind. Chien-Pao is added to reduce opponent defense.
Thundurus adds tailwind for another factor of speed control, Taunt to avoid trick room and counter opponent supports and the Rain Dance - Thunder combo. Rain also eliminates fire weakness of Rillaboom and Chien-Pao.
Flutter Mane's Hex has a great combo with Sneasler's Dire Claw. Also water Terablast under rain can make a lot of damage, thinking of course on Ursaluna.
Maushold redirection helps Sneasler to set a massive attack with Sword Dance. Also adds damage control with Baby Doll eyes.
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The main idea of the team is to use unburden on Sneasler to be faster than any other pokemon of no speed drops paralysis or tail wind. Chien-Pao is added to reduce opponent defense.
Thundurus adds tailwind for another factor of speed control, Taunt to avoid trick room and counter opponent supports and the Rain Dance - Thunder combo. Rain also eliminates fire weakness of Rillaboom and Chien-Pao.
Flutter Mane's Hex has a great combo with Sneasler's Dire Claw. Also water Terablast under rain can make a lot of damage, thinking of course on Ursaluna.
Maushold redirection helps Sneasler to set a massive attack with Sword Dance. Also adds damage control with Baby Doll eyes.
2023.06.04 19:02 GozerDestructor Premium users, join the fight!
I love Reddit. I spend hours every day here (probably too much, really). It's the backdrop for my morning tea, and usually the last thing I read before bed. I don't even use third party apps, as I find the desktop web site perfectly usable (with ads blocked)
I became a Premium user about a year and a half ago - it turns off the ads, especially those noxious religious ones everyone has been complaining about lately, and I'm supporting a community I believe in.
On June 12th I will cancel my Reddit Premium subscription. It's annual, so the effects won't kick in immediately, but they're going to see a decline in subscriptions on their dashboard apps and in their spreadsheets. Let's make it a huge decline, such a huge and dramatic drop in the squiggly line, that the bean-counters will be able to see it from orbit.
Who else will cancel Premium on the day of the protest?
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I became a Premium user about a year and a half ago - it turns off the ads, especially those noxious religious ones everyone has been complaining about lately, and I'm supporting a community I believe in.
On June 12th I will cancel my Reddit Premium subscription. It's annual, so the effects won't kick in immediately, but they're going to see a decline in subscriptions on their dashboard apps and in their spreadsheets. Let's make it a huge decline, such a huge and dramatic drop in the squiggly line, that the bean-counters will be able to see it from orbit.
Who else will cancel Premium on the day of the protest?
2023.06.04 18:47 BreakingTheIce73 Sugar Daddy for Sugar Baby in Louisiana (Open to Arkansas, Mississippi, or Texas)
Clarification Note
- This is a new post format I am trying out on different platforms.- I am going to be more direct in this post, that said if you do not fit the criteria in my post please do not contact me unless you're seeking friendship.
- I am interested in a sugaring dynamic added to BDSM, this takes time. If you want a buyer or a John please avoid me.
- If you're out of country, refer to the first note.
Special NoteIt's Sunday. If you're still hung over, and or still going to have your fun take care of yourself - eat some protein and drink plenty of water. If you have an extreme headache and over the counter meds aren't helping and you're still wanting to be a masochist cayenne pepper mixed with warm water will do the trick. Aside from that, if you do not read this entire post I'll know.
Side Note
If you're curious to get to know me, just ask.
All about what I am looking for and offer
- Age range 18 - 28.- Good Hygiene, you can take care of yourself mentally and physically.
- CIS Female
- Body Type Preference: Slim/Petite to average and or curvy.
- Switches, Switchtastic times are the best times. Slaves, littles, and subs are nice as well though.
- Positive influence, that goes both ways in expectancy.
- Conversation, if you hit me with the ole buy meh nudes I will meme you. If you hit me with with the ole Daddy comment imma hit you with the worst site I can think of which is currently omegle.
- Gamers - preferably a female but if you're a guy and do competitive gaming I am open to a mutually beneficial arrangement in the realm of gaming.
- You're in Louisiana, yes this unfortunately dead state it seems. But if you're in the surrounding states I am open to it.
- Adrenaline junkie - We only have one life, might as well test it a little by zip lining or jumping out of a plane together.
- An Adult, if you've attempted to meet and or have met someone from here or other platforms you know what I am speaking of.
- BDSM, be into it and or open to being guided in it.
- Kinky Oranges, this better be in your first message to me.
Dynamics I align with best
Equal Ownership
Master to slave
Daddy to little
Owner to pet
Care Giver to little
Payment Methods I work with
- Google pay (primary option)
- Amazon Wish List (secondary only, meant for gifts)
- Gift Cards (secondary only, meant for gifts)
- The Dollar (because reddit doesn't like the C word for some reason) (primary option)
- Ko-fi's site (primary option)
- CA (primary option)
- Open to other alternatives if asked.
How my arrangement works
This is meant to be long term, it's going to take time to establish a connection and trust. If you're expecting to talk to me for 2 hours and get 400$ it's not going to happen. Ironically, I was scammed last month out of a starting trial period with a real person for 400$ after speaking to that person for two weeks. I don't always take two weeks to get to know someone but it depends on the vibes. For additional context, I believe this platform does not like the discussion of allowances in post so I will be omitting the allowance amounts from all stages.
Consideration
Where you and I will be when you decide to reach out to me. We'll get to know the other from our vanilla life to our experience in the kink life, learning of the others limitations and interest. At some point I am going to prompt us both to do a SFW verification via call and or picture exchange. Silverware is a thing so don't be surprised if I prompt for something random. I will likely prompt for at least 1 - 2 calls, if we mesh then we mesh. If we don't then we can agree for friendship or parting ways.
If in Louisiana - The above will take place first, then an initial meet to a restaurant will be prompted. I will cover all expenses, and if needed support travel. If we mesh we mesh, if we do not mesh we can part ways and or maintain a friendship.
Trial
In this stage, we've agreed we mesh in chemistry and wish to push forward.
This is a two week trial. In this trial a light core dynamic will begin, I will take on the Dominant role regardless if you're a switch or not. I expect moderate time to be given while we continue to engage with the other. This will include a bare basic rule system to give a glimpse of interest in real time, light NSFW play, and establishing further trust in the other.
If in Louisiana - The above will likely be online. Meets to restaurants and or events will be expected. This is SFW.
Training
In this stage, we've agreed we still mesh in kink and chemistry and wish to push forward.
This will continue into a two week allowance arrangement with occasional gifts. The allowance will be raised from the trial period. This stage will consist through a time span of 2 - 6 months. I will maintain the Dominant role at least for the start dependent on our interest for dynamics. This will be a true start to a generic Dom / sub dynamic that will merge into others as time passes with moderate rules and guidance both in kink and your life as I wish to push you toward your goals. NFSW and SFW.
If in Louisiana - I do expect regular meets which will be determined together, it will be SFW and NSFW for scene play and or sessions along with outtings. Sadistic Pineapples better be in your first message.
If out of state - Semi regular to regular meets are expected. Travel will be covered. First meet will be SFW if you are uncomfortable for anything beyond.
Formal
We've established that we're both in it for the long run. We will either maintain two week allowance periods or weekly allowance periods dependent on what we're looking for. Gifts are regular. A true formality collar is introduced, if you're interested I also have a role play based BDSM contract. A true dynamic will be established between us with my full list of rules, guidance and scene play.
2023.06.04 18:34 mjedmazga Smith & Wesson M&P 5.7 holsters?
I purchased a Smiff N' Weston M&P 5.7 recently, and I have exactly zero rounds through it (ammo just arrived Friday, first range day is Monday). I don't intend to carry it any time soon, but I need a holster. IWB, AIWB, OWB with light, OWB without light, duty holster style. Literally I will take anything at this point.
Do you know anyone who makes an IWB or OWB holster for this firearm? Also: the number of holster manufacturers who don't have "Search by Gun" is too damn high. It's annoying to check every holster style and every light combo with drop down menus.
The manufactuers who do make an IWB, OWB, or duty holster for the M&P 5.7:
And the river of places I've checked who do not make an M&P 5.7 holster:
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Do you know anyone who makes an IWB or OWB holster for this firearm? Also: the number of holster manufacturers who don't have "Search by Gun" is too damn high. It's annoying to check every holster style and every light combo with drop down menus.
The manufactuers who do make an IWB, OWB, or duty holster for the M&P 5.7:
- Red River Tactical: https://rrtholsters.com/
- Muddy River Tactical: https://muddyrivertactical.com/
And the river of places I've checked who do not make an M&P 5.7 holster:
- Alien Gear Holsters: https://aliengearholsters.com
- ANR Design: https://www.anrkydexholsters.com
- Black Arch Holsters: https://www.blackarchholsters.com
- Blacksmith Tactical: https://www.blacksmithtactical.com/
- Blade Tech Holsters: https://blade-tech.com
- BraDec Holsters: https://bradecholsters.com
- Bravo Concealment: https://www.bravoconcealment.com
- Cherries: https://www.cherriescounterterror.com
- CYA Holsters: https://www.cyasupply.com
- Dara Holsters: https://daraholsters.com/
- Dark Star Gear: https://darkstargear.com/
- Essential Holsters: https://essentialholsters.com - waiting for feedback on whether their "M&P" model fits the M&P 5.7
- FDO Industries: https://www.fdoindustries.com
- G-Code Holsters: https://www.tacticalholsters.com/
- Harry's Holsters: https://harrysholsters.com
- Hawg Holsters: https://www.hawgholsters.com
- Henry's Holsters: https://www.henryholsters.com
- Hidden Hybrid Holsters: https://hiddenhybridholsters.com/
- HolsterCo LLC: https://miholsterco.com
- JM Custom Kydex: https://www.jmcustomkydex.com
- Last Line of Defense: https://llod.us/holsters
- McKinatec Holsters: https://www.mckinatec.com
- Odin Holsters: https://odinholsters.com
- PHLster: https://www.phlsterholsters.com/
- Raven Concealment: https://rcsgear.com/ (I think, their website doesn't list models for out of stock product for some reason)
- Rounded Gear: https://www.roundedgear.com (formerly/also called Concealment Express
- Stealth Gear USA: https://stealthgearusa.com
- Tenicor: https://tenicor.com
- Tier1 Concealed: https://www.tier1concealed.com
- T-Rex Arms: https://www.trex-arms.com/
- Vedder Holsters: https://www.vedderholsters.com
- We The People (not providing a link since they're crap but I had to check)
2023.06.04 18:33 _Triple_ [STORE] 900+ KNIVES/GLOVES/SKINS, 50.000$+ INVENTORY. M9 Fade, M4 Poseidon, BFK Freehand, Crimson Kimono, Nomad Fade, Skeleton, Kara Lore, Bayo Autotronic, AWP Fade, Kara Damas, BFK Ultra, Kara Freehand, Kara Bright, M9 Damas, Omega, Tiger Strike, Flip MF, Bayo Tiger, Deagle Blaze, Talon & More
Everything in my inventory is up for trade. The most valuable items are listed here, the rest you can find in My Inventory
Feel free to Add Me or even better send a Trade Offer. Open for any suggestions: upgrades, downgrades / knives, gloves, skins / stickers, patterns, floats.
All Buyouts are listed in cash value.
KNIVES
★ Butterfly Knife Freehand FN #1, B/O: $2500
★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet FT, B/O: $822
★ Butterfly Knife Scorched FT, B/O: $616
⎯★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth MW #1, B/O: $1300
★ Bayonet Autotronic FN, B/O: $1050
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth MW, B/O: $629
★ Bayonet Bright Water FT, B/O: $326
★ Bayonet Safari Mesh BS, B/O: $233
⎯★ Karambit Lore FT, B/O: $1110
★ Karambit Damascus Steel FT, B/O: $840
★ Karambit Freehand MW, B/O: $784
★ Karambit Bright Water MW, B/O: $759
⎯★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN, B/O: $1801
★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN, B/O: $1801
★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel FN, B/O: $751
⎯★ Nomad Knife Fade FN, B/O: $1156
★ Nomad Knife Slaughter MW, B/O: $544
★ Nomad Knife Blue Steel WW, B/O: $318
⎯★ Flip Knife Marble Fade FN, B/O: $646
★ Flip Knife Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $574
★ Flip Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 1) MW, B/O: $552
★ Flip Knife Case Hardened FT, B/O: $257
★ Flip Knife Freehand FT, B/O: $255
★ StatTrak™ Flip Knife Bright Water FN, B/O: $287
⎯★ Huntsman Knife Lore FN, B/O: $461
★ Huntsman Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $436
★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $353
★ Huntsman Knife Autotronic FT, B/O: $212
★ Huntsman Knife Bright Water FT, B/O: $129
★ Huntsman Knife Forest DDPAT MW, B/O: $129
★ Huntsman Knife Forest DDPAT BS, B/O: $123
★ StatTrak™ Huntsman Knife Rust Coat BS, B/O: $127
⎯★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 2) FN, B/O: $375
★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $363
★ Bowie Knife Tiger Tooth FN, B/O: $269
★ Bowie Knife Crimson Web WW, B/O: $192
★ Bowie Knife Bright Water FN, B/O: $159
★ Bowie Knife Ultraviolet FT, B/O: $126
⎯★ Stiletto Knife Slaughter FN, B/O: $616
★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web FT, B/O: $412
★ StatTrak™ Stiletto Knife Night Stripe FT, B/O: $227
⎯★ Falchion Knife Lore FT, B/O: $214
★ Falchion Knife Autotronic FT, B/O: $192
★ Falchion Knife Scorched WW, B/O: $105
⎯★ Survival Knife Crimson Web BS, B/O: $216
★ Survival Knife Case Hardened FT, B/O: $198
★ Survival Knife Scorched FT, B/O: $111
⎯★ Shadow Daggers Fade FN, B/O: $368
★ Shadow Daggers Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $228
★ Shadow Daggers, B/O: $201
★ Shadow Daggers Damascus Steel FT, B/O: $108
★ Shadow Daggers Ultraviolet FT, B/O: $105
★ Shadow Daggers Black Laminate FT, B/O: $99
★ Shadow Daggers Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $85
⎯★ Gut Knife Doppler (Sapphire) MW #1, B/O: $1700
★ Gut Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $223
★ Gut Knife Marble Fade FN, B/O: $203
★ Gut Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN, B/O: $191
★ Gut Knife Case Hardened BS, B/O: $127
⎯★ Navaja Knife Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $199
★ Navaja Knife Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $199
★ Navaja Knife, B/O: $138
★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel FN, B/O: $111
⎯★ Classic Knife Urban Masked FT, B/O: $146
★ StatTrak™ Classic Knife Stained BS, B/O: $168
⎯★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $476
★ Ursus Knife, B/O: $375
⎯★ Skeleton Knife, B/O: $1137
★ Talon Knife, B/O: $608
★ Paracord Knife, B/O: $305
★ Survival Knife Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $97
GLOVES
★ Moto Gloves Transport MW, B/O: $204
★ Moto Gloves Polygon BS, B/O: $142
★ Moto Gloves Blood Pressure BS, B/O: $84
★ Moto Gloves Blood Pressure BS, B/O: $84
★ Moto Gloves 3rd Commando Company BS, B/O: $63
★ Moto Gloves 3rd Commando Company BS, B/O: $63
⎯★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono WW, B/O: $1215
★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike FT, B/O: $672
★ Specialist Gloves Lt. Commander FT, B/O: $305
★ Specialist Gloves Lt. Commander BS, B/O: $140
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web BS, B/O: $137
★ Specialist Gloves Buckshot FT, B/O: $75
⎯★ Driver Gloves Crimson Weave FT, B/O: $359
★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid BS, B/O: $229
★ Driver Gloves Overtake BS, B/O: $77
★ Driver Gloves Racing Green FT, B/O: $48
⎯★ Sport Gloves Omega FT, B/O: $739
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious BS #2, B/O: $733
★ Sport Gloves Arid BS, B/O: $292
⎯★ Hand Wraps Giraffe MW, B/O: $212
★ Hand Wraps Leather FT, B/O: $160
★ Hand Wraps Desert Shamagh MW, B/O: $101
⎯★ Broken Fang Gloves Yellow-banded MW, B/O: $185
★ Broken Fang Gloves Needle Point FT, B/O: $67
★ Broken Fang Gloves Needle Point WW, B/O: $59
⎯★ Hydra Gloves Case Hardened BS, B/O: $65
★ Hydra Gloves Emerald FT, B/O: $65
★ Hydra Gloves Emerald BS, B/O: $62
WEAPONS
AK-47 Case Hardened BS, B/O: $130
AK-47 Bloodsport MW, B/O: $79
AK-47 Fuel Injector BS, B/O: $76
AK-47 Fuel Injector BS, B/O: $76
AK-47 Bloodsport FT, B/O: $70
AK-47 Neon Rider MW, B/O: $60
StatTrak™ AK-47 Aquamarine Revenge FT, B/O: $72
⎯AWP Fade FN, B/O: $1039
AWP Asiimov FT, B/O: $139
AWP Asiimov FT, B/O: $139
AWP Wildfire MW, B/O: $95
AWP BOOM MW, B/O: $93
AWP BOOM MW, B/O: $93
AWP Duality FN, B/O: $81
AWP Asiimov BS, B/O: $79
AWP Asiimov BS, B/O: $79
AWP Chromatic Aberration FN, B/O: $60
StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast FT, B/O: $68
StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast FT, B/O: $68
StatTrak™ AWP Electric Hive FT, B/O: $55
⎯Desert Eagle Blaze FN, B/O: $623
Desert Eagle Emerald Jörmungandr FN, B/O: $241
Desert Eagle Cobalt Disruption FN, B/O: $81
Desert Eagle Cobalt Disruption FN, B/O: $81
Desert Eagle Cobalt Disruption FN, B/O: $81
Desert Eagle Printstream FT, B/O: $54
⎯M4A1-S Blue Phosphor FN, B/O: $434
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Bright Water MW, B/O: $55
⎯M4A4 Poseidon FN, B/O: $1465
M4A4 Asiimov BS, B/O: $55
M4A4 Hellfire MW, B/O: $50
⎯USP-S Kill Confirmed MW, B/O: $72
USP-S Printstream FT, B/O: $69
StatTrak™ USP-S Kill Confirmed FT, B/O: $139
⎯AUG Flame Jörmungandr FN, B/O: $234
P90 Run and Hide FT, B/O: $147
Five-SeveN Candy Apple FN, B/O: $61
Trade Offer Link - Steam Profile Link - My Inventory
Some items on the list may no longer be available or are still locked, visit My Inventory for more details.
Send a Trade Offer for fastest response. I consider all offers.
Add me for discuss if there is a serious offer that needs to be discussed.
2023.06.04 18:28 TheScribe_1 [The Book of the Chosen] - Chapter Twelve - The Blacksmith's Boy (Part Four)
Fourth and final part; back to the usual post schedule from tomorrow.
Series Page - Read 10 weeks ahead on Patreon - Read the story so far on Royal Road
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Chapter Twelve - The Blacksmith's Boy (Part Four)
‘Should’ve listened, stray.’
The first blow caught Cal across the cheek, whipping his head back with a crack. Light exploded around the edges of his eyes, and his vi-sion spun. The second took him under the chin, hard as a hammer, and his legs vanished from under him. His world tumbled into a crash of scattered chairs and tables, and half-empty mugs went clattering across the floor, throwing foam into the smoky air like sea-spray.
‘Shit-’
‘Watch it, runt-’
‘By the Makers, what are you-’
The other villagers were surging to their feet, roused from their bickering, but not fast enough. Cal somehow managed to regain his feet in time to find Petr advancing on him, fists bunched and face like thun-der. Behind him, Carel was clawing at his arms, trying to hold him back, but he shrugged her off, then swatted Lokk to one side as the slender innkeep’s son tried to bar his path, sending him skittering into a row of chairs. Cal’s head was spinning, and his eyes blurred.
‘I’m not done with you, you little shit.’ Petr growled, closing the ground between them with big angry strides. Cal swayed, dazed. His body was on fire. He couldn’t move. The youth’s heavy fist slammed into his gut, and he doubled over, air rushing out of his chest in a choked gasp. Someone managed to get between them then. Three someones, hauling Petr back. Cal crumpled to his knees, retching emp-tily onto the ale-splattered floor.
‘That’s enough, boy!’
‘Cunt had it coming-’
‘Enough, Petr! He’s ‘ad enough.’
Cal blinked up at them groggily, spittle trailing from his aching mouth. Forley and Godry had Petr by one arm, the miners by the other, struggling to hold him back. Albin hadn’t moved. He was sitting by the fire where he had been, a crooked smile on his lips. Cal squinted, eyes reeling, mouth full of bile.
‘The fuck is going on?’
The Innkeep was standing by the bar, a fresh cask under one arm, rosy cheeks suddenly hard. Petr stopped struggling, shrugging himself out of the patrons’ grasp.
‘Little cunt tried to hit me.’ He told the Innkeep with a snort. He jabbed a finger at Cal where he knelt on the floor, gasping mutely for air. Lokk appeared at his side, helping him unsteadily to his feet. The slender youth was looking a little shaken, and there was a small, red cut at his brow. ‘Had it coming!’
Cal’s breath was coming back, and the room around him was steady-ing. He saw Carel standing a little back from them, hair scattered mess-ily over her wet cheeks. As he looked, she caught his eye for a moment, then looked away, face hidden in the shadows of her sandy hair. The pail of water was on its side nearby, steaming as its contents spread slowly across the sopping floor.
‘I don’t give a damn if he bedded your mother!’ The Innkeep re-plied. He took one look at Carel and set down the cask on the bar, step-ping in close enough for the big youth to smell the pipe-smoke on his breath. ‘There’ll be no fighting, in my inn.’
Petr flinched in spite of himself, taking half a step back.
‘Boy’s right, Goran.’ Albin added, scowling. ‘Saw the whole thing. Little runt started-’
‘That’s enough!’ The Innkeep cut him short, turning an angry eye on the butcher. ‘Unless you want to tell the blacksmith whose son’s been beating his hand?’
Albin hesitated at that, and his ruddy cheeks lost a little of their col-our.
‘Thought not.’ The Innkeep went on. ‘Now, get out. And take your fool son with you.’
Albin was out of his seat in an instant, all thoughts of the Blacksmith forgotten.
‘Alb, wait-’
The butcher shoved Forley aside. He stopped just a few inches from the Innkeep, glaring down at the smaller man with hard eyes. Even from where he was, Cal could smell the ale on his breath, but the Inn-keep didn’t flinch. The fire stirred in the sudden quiet, and the villagers stood in a moment of perfect stillness, taut as a lute-string. Godry and Forley shared a worried look. Priss had appeared beside Carel and put an arm around her slumped shoulders. Petr was glaring at Cal, dark eyes boring holes into his forehead, but Cal didn’t even notice. His head was hanging limply over his chest, and if Lokk hadn’t been hold-ing him, he was sure his legs would’ve buckled. His head spun, and his skin burned. Neither the butcher nor the Innkeep had moved an inch.
‘Come on, boy.’ Albin said at last, eyes not leaving the Innkeep for a moment. ‘Let’s go.’
‘But da-’
‘I said let’s go.’
He held still for a moment longer, then took his son by the arm and led him roughly away towards the door.
‘You’ll pay double next time.’ The Innkeep called out to him as he reached the door. ‘Both of you.’
For a moment it looked as if Albin would turn back. Then he scowled, spat on the floor, and shoved his son out into the night beyond the door, slamming it shut behind them.
There was a collective sigh of relief from the remaining patrons. The Innkeep watched the door for a few moments, then began unhurriedly scooping up discarded mugs from the ale-splashed floor.
‘I think that’s enough for one evening.’ He said quietly as he worked, not looking up. Godry, Forley and the miners looked at each other.
‘Bar’s a mess, Goran. We’ll lend a hand.’ Forley offered.
‘We’ll manage.’ The Innkeep told him, still not looking up. The vil-lagers exchanged another look, then they made for the door without a word. Priss stepped back from Carel, giving her shoulder a squeeze, and joined her husband as the door swung closed behind them. Lokk didn’t say a word. Carel still hadn’t lifted her eyes. Cal shrugged him-self away from his friend’s arm, taking a step towards her.
‘Carel, I-’
The Innkeep straightened suddenly, hurling one of the mugs across the room. It smashed into the closed door, shattering across the thresh-old with a crash.
‘Don’t you dare, boy.’ He growled, whirling on him, soft eyes hard as steel, fidgeting hands steady. ‘You’ve had a fall tonight. Must’a knocked your head. Only reason you aren’t catching another beating.’
Cal looked back at him groggily for a moment. His wits were return-ing, and the ache was spreading outwards from his jaw and cheek in throbbing waves. His shredded arms and legs were afire with shifting lines of pain, and his back ground at his ribs like a blade. Stupid. What was he thinking? Running from shadows in the dark. Brawling in front of half the village. What would the Blacksmith say? This was not their agreement. This was not their word. Blood rushed into his cheeks, hot with shame, and he lowered his eyes.
‘Go home, boy.’
‘But, I-’
‘I said go home, boy.’ The Innkeep stared back at him with cold eyes. ‘You can’t stay here.’
Cal hesitated. He looked at Lokk, but his friend would not meet his eye. He nodded slowly, straightening as best he could, and made un-steadily for the door. He looked back from the threshold, but nothing had stirred. A mess of upturned tables and chairs, scattered mugs and soaking floor boards. The three figures that stood frozen amongst it all seemed suddenly very different to Cal, their names new and unfamiliar. No one looked up as he opened the door. He hesitated, skin bloody and numb, jaw aching like winter, haggard, dazed, and spared one final glance for Carel, standing alone beside the bar, a dozen words racing on his silent tongue. Then he turned and went out alone into the dark, and the cold took him as its own.
*
It was quiet outside the Nest, and the streets were empty. The storm had moved off to blow itself out over the lowlands in the west, and only the faintest whir of it carried on the air between the little stone build-ings of Rindon, the fevered mumbling of weary hills. Cal walked for a time, going nowhere in particular, dry eyes moving listlessly over the stones, picking out the familiar notches of the rock, the knowing wink-ing of shuttered fires. The pathways were wet beneath his boots, pud-dled and gleaming in the silver stain of the moon. No one to be seen. Not Petr, waiting for him behind some dark corner, nor the other pa-trons, staggering home arm in arm. No faceless shadows leering at him from empty doorways, chasing him into the night. All was as it should be. After all, why wouldn’t it be? The thought filled him with a kind of bemused, frivolous amusement. He knew this place. Why should it not be as it always was?
After a time, he found himself at the eastern edge of the village, looking down over the little cluster of thatching and its glinting win-dows. It was cold, he knew, but he did not feel it. The bloody skin be-neath his ragged clothes tingled numbly. Even his jaw seemed to have stopped aching. He looked down, for no reason in particular, and saw that the dirt at his feet was churned and dented as though by some fall-ing beast, and little flecks of red blinked back at him in the moonlight. He realised that this must have been where he had fallen. Where his legs had failed and the world had spun like sand in ocean spray. Where the shadows had chased him from the hillside, swarming after him as wolves after their prey. He realised he was frowning. His back was to the trees, but he felt no fear. What was there to fear? After all, it was just a dream, and there is nothing to fear from dreams.
The trees were before him. Had they not been behind? The dark pil-lars stretched away up the slope, and the great black shadow of the Teeth held the horizon beyond. The murmur of the distant storm moved through the branches, shifting softly. Nothing else stirred.
He realised he was walking. The trees were all around, watching him. The earth was soft and wet beneath his feet. He looked down as he went, picking out the footprints in the loam. Something had come this way. Bootprints, scrambling, sprinting, falling. He had come this way.
So he walked, much as he had before, aiming without aim, and the trees whispered their same whispers. Words he had known since he first came here, all those years ago. Slowly, he went, until his eyes grew accustomed to the dimness, to the silver luminescence of the moon. Footprints. Bootprints. Running, scrambling. Falling.
Alone.
He lingered a while, just to be sure. But there was no mistake. There had been no men in the trees. No shadows to flee from. No one else had come this way. His head ached. He could not have… there must have been…
But there was nothing. Nothing but untouched earth, smooth as fresh wax. Just a dream. And there is nothing to fear from dreams.
So he came down out of the trees, and made for home along well-worn paths, watching for shadows he knew were not there.
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Chapter Twelve - The Blacksmith's Boy (Part Four)
‘Should’ve listened, stray.’
The first blow caught Cal across the cheek, whipping his head back with a crack. Light exploded around the edges of his eyes, and his vi-sion spun. The second took him under the chin, hard as a hammer, and his legs vanished from under him. His world tumbled into a crash of scattered chairs and tables, and half-empty mugs went clattering across the floor, throwing foam into the smoky air like sea-spray.
‘Shit-’
‘Watch it, runt-’
‘By the Makers, what are you-’
The other villagers were surging to their feet, roused from their bickering, but not fast enough. Cal somehow managed to regain his feet in time to find Petr advancing on him, fists bunched and face like thun-der. Behind him, Carel was clawing at his arms, trying to hold him back, but he shrugged her off, then swatted Lokk to one side as the slender innkeep’s son tried to bar his path, sending him skittering into a row of chairs. Cal’s head was spinning, and his eyes blurred.
‘I’m not done with you, you little shit.’ Petr growled, closing the ground between them with big angry strides. Cal swayed, dazed. His body was on fire. He couldn’t move. The youth’s heavy fist slammed into his gut, and he doubled over, air rushing out of his chest in a choked gasp. Someone managed to get between them then. Three someones, hauling Petr back. Cal crumpled to his knees, retching emp-tily onto the ale-splattered floor.
‘That’s enough, boy!’
‘Cunt had it coming-’
‘Enough, Petr! He’s ‘ad enough.’
Cal blinked up at them groggily, spittle trailing from his aching mouth. Forley and Godry had Petr by one arm, the miners by the other, struggling to hold him back. Albin hadn’t moved. He was sitting by the fire where he had been, a crooked smile on his lips. Cal squinted, eyes reeling, mouth full of bile.
‘The fuck is going on?’
The Innkeep was standing by the bar, a fresh cask under one arm, rosy cheeks suddenly hard. Petr stopped struggling, shrugging himself out of the patrons’ grasp.
‘Little cunt tried to hit me.’ He told the Innkeep with a snort. He jabbed a finger at Cal where he knelt on the floor, gasping mutely for air. Lokk appeared at his side, helping him unsteadily to his feet. The slender youth was looking a little shaken, and there was a small, red cut at his brow. ‘Had it coming!’
Cal’s breath was coming back, and the room around him was steady-ing. He saw Carel standing a little back from them, hair scattered mess-ily over her wet cheeks. As he looked, she caught his eye for a moment, then looked away, face hidden in the shadows of her sandy hair. The pail of water was on its side nearby, steaming as its contents spread slowly across the sopping floor.
‘I don’t give a damn if he bedded your mother!’ The Innkeep re-plied. He took one look at Carel and set down the cask on the bar, step-ping in close enough for the big youth to smell the pipe-smoke on his breath. ‘There’ll be no fighting, in my inn.’
Petr flinched in spite of himself, taking half a step back.
‘Boy’s right, Goran.’ Albin added, scowling. ‘Saw the whole thing. Little runt started-’
‘That’s enough!’ The Innkeep cut him short, turning an angry eye on the butcher. ‘Unless you want to tell the blacksmith whose son’s been beating his hand?’
Albin hesitated at that, and his ruddy cheeks lost a little of their col-our.
‘Thought not.’ The Innkeep went on. ‘Now, get out. And take your fool son with you.’
Albin was out of his seat in an instant, all thoughts of the Blacksmith forgotten.
‘Alb, wait-’
The butcher shoved Forley aside. He stopped just a few inches from the Innkeep, glaring down at the smaller man with hard eyes. Even from where he was, Cal could smell the ale on his breath, but the Inn-keep didn’t flinch. The fire stirred in the sudden quiet, and the villagers stood in a moment of perfect stillness, taut as a lute-string. Godry and Forley shared a worried look. Priss had appeared beside Carel and put an arm around her slumped shoulders. Petr was glaring at Cal, dark eyes boring holes into his forehead, but Cal didn’t even notice. His head was hanging limply over his chest, and if Lokk hadn’t been hold-ing him, he was sure his legs would’ve buckled. His head spun, and his skin burned. Neither the butcher nor the Innkeep had moved an inch.
‘Come on, boy.’ Albin said at last, eyes not leaving the Innkeep for a moment. ‘Let’s go.’
‘But da-’
‘I said let’s go.’
He held still for a moment longer, then took his son by the arm and led him roughly away towards the door.
‘You’ll pay double next time.’ The Innkeep called out to him as he reached the door. ‘Both of you.’
For a moment it looked as if Albin would turn back. Then he scowled, spat on the floor, and shoved his son out into the night beyond the door, slamming it shut behind them.
There was a collective sigh of relief from the remaining patrons. The Innkeep watched the door for a few moments, then began unhurriedly scooping up discarded mugs from the ale-splashed floor.
‘I think that’s enough for one evening.’ He said quietly as he worked, not looking up. Godry, Forley and the miners looked at each other.
‘Bar’s a mess, Goran. We’ll lend a hand.’ Forley offered.
‘We’ll manage.’ The Innkeep told him, still not looking up. The vil-lagers exchanged another look, then they made for the door without a word. Priss stepped back from Carel, giving her shoulder a squeeze, and joined her husband as the door swung closed behind them. Lokk didn’t say a word. Carel still hadn’t lifted her eyes. Cal shrugged him-self away from his friend’s arm, taking a step towards her.
‘Carel, I-’
The Innkeep straightened suddenly, hurling one of the mugs across the room. It smashed into the closed door, shattering across the thresh-old with a crash.
‘Don’t you dare, boy.’ He growled, whirling on him, soft eyes hard as steel, fidgeting hands steady. ‘You’ve had a fall tonight. Must’a knocked your head. Only reason you aren’t catching another beating.’
Cal looked back at him groggily for a moment. His wits were return-ing, and the ache was spreading outwards from his jaw and cheek in throbbing waves. His shredded arms and legs were afire with shifting lines of pain, and his back ground at his ribs like a blade. Stupid. What was he thinking? Running from shadows in the dark. Brawling in front of half the village. What would the Blacksmith say? This was not their agreement. This was not their word. Blood rushed into his cheeks, hot with shame, and he lowered his eyes.
‘Go home, boy.’
‘But, I-’
‘I said go home, boy.’ The Innkeep stared back at him with cold eyes. ‘You can’t stay here.’
Cal hesitated. He looked at Lokk, but his friend would not meet his eye. He nodded slowly, straightening as best he could, and made un-steadily for the door. He looked back from the threshold, but nothing had stirred. A mess of upturned tables and chairs, scattered mugs and soaking floor boards. The three figures that stood frozen amongst it all seemed suddenly very different to Cal, their names new and unfamiliar. No one looked up as he opened the door. He hesitated, skin bloody and numb, jaw aching like winter, haggard, dazed, and spared one final glance for Carel, standing alone beside the bar, a dozen words racing on his silent tongue. Then he turned and went out alone into the dark, and the cold took him as its own.
*
It was quiet outside the Nest, and the streets were empty. The storm had moved off to blow itself out over the lowlands in the west, and only the faintest whir of it carried on the air between the little stone build-ings of Rindon, the fevered mumbling of weary hills. Cal walked for a time, going nowhere in particular, dry eyes moving listlessly over the stones, picking out the familiar notches of the rock, the knowing wink-ing of shuttered fires. The pathways were wet beneath his boots, pud-dled and gleaming in the silver stain of the moon. No one to be seen. Not Petr, waiting for him behind some dark corner, nor the other pa-trons, staggering home arm in arm. No faceless shadows leering at him from empty doorways, chasing him into the night. All was as it should be. After all, why wouldn’t it be? The thought filled him with a kind of bemused, frivolous amusement. He knew this place. Why should it not be as it always was?
After a time, he found himself at the eastern edge of the village, looking down over the little cluster of thatching and its glinting win-dows. It was cold, he knew, but he did not feel it. The bloody skin be-neath his ragged clothes tingled numbly. Even his jaw seemed to have stopped aching. He looked down, for no reason in particular, and saw that the dirt at his feet was churned and dented as though by some fall-ing beast, and little flecks of red blinked back at him in the moonlight. He realised that this must have been where he had fallen. Where his legs had failed and the world had spun like sand in ocean spray. Where the shadows had chased him from the hillside, swarming after him as wolves after their prey. He realised he was frowning. His back was to the trees, but he felt no fear. What was there to fear? After all, it was just a dream, and there is nothing to fear from dreams.
The trees were before him. Had they not been behind? The dark pil-lars stretched away up the slope, and the great black shadow of the Teeth held the horizon beyond. The murmur of the distant storm moved through the branches, shifting softly. Nothing else stirred.
He realised he was walking. The trees were all around, watching him. The earth was soft and wet beneath his feet. He looked down as he went, picking out the footprints in the loam. Something had come this way. Bootprints, scrambling, sprinting, falling. He had come this way.
So he walked, much as he had before, aiming without aim, and the trees whispered their same whispers. Words he had known since he first came here, all those years ago. Slowly, he went, until his eyes grew accustomed to the dimness, to the silver luminescence of the moon. Footprints. Bootprints. Running, scrambling. Falling.
Alone.
He lingered a while, just to be sure. But there was no mistake. There had been no men in the trees. No shadows to flee from. No one else had come this way. His head ached. He could not have… there must have been…
But there was nothing. Nothing but untouched earth, smooth as fresh wax. Just a dream. And there is nothing to fear from dreams.
So he came down out of the trees, and made for home along well-worn paths, watching for shadows he knew were not there.
2023.06.04 18:27 TheScribe_1 [The Book of the Chosen] - Chapter Twelve - The Blacksmith's Boy (Part Four)
Fourth and final part; back to the usual post schedule from tomorrow.
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Chapter Twelve - The Blacksmith's Boy (Part Four)
‘Should’ve listened, stray.’
The first blow caught Cal across the cheek, whipping his head back with a crack. Light exploded around the edges of his eyes, and his vision spun. The second took him under the chin, hard as a hammer, and his legs vanished from under him. His world tumbled into a crash of scattered chairs and tables, and half-empty mugs went clattering across the floor, throwing foam into the smoky air like sea-spray.
‘Shit-’
‘Watch it, runt-’
‘By the Makers, what are you-’
The other villagers were surging to their feet, roused from their bickering, but not fast enough. Cal somehow managed to regain his feet in time to find Petr advancing on him, fists bunched and face like thunder. Behind him, Carel was clawing at his arms, trying to hold him back, but he shrugged her off, then swatted Lokk to one side as the slender innkeep’s son tried to bar his path, sending him skittering into a row of chairs. Cal’s head was spinning, and his eyes blurred.
‘I’m not done with you, you little shit.’ Petr growled, closing the ground between them with big angry strides. Cal swayed, dazed. His body was on fire. He couldn’t move. The youth’s heavy fist slammed into his gut, and he doubled over, air rushing out of his chest in a choked gasp. Someone managed to get between them then. Three someones, hauling Petr back. Cal crumpled to his knees, retching emptily onto the ale-splattered floor.
‘That’s enough, boy!’
‘Cunt had it coming-’
‘Enough, Petr! He’s ‘ad enough.’
Cal blinked up at them groggily, spittle trailing from his aching mouth. Forley and Godry had Petr by one arm, the miners by the other, struggling to hold him back. Albin hadn’t moved. He was sitting by the fire where he had been, a crooked smile on his lips. Cal squinted, eyes reeling, mouth full of bile.
‘The fuck is going on?’
The Innkeep was standing by the bar, a fresh cask under one arm, rosy cheeks suddenly hard. Petr stopped struggling, shrugging himself out of the patrons’ grasp.
‘Little cunt tried to hit me.’ He told the Innkeep with a snort. He jabbed a finger at Cal where he knelt on the floor, gasping mutely for air. Lokk appeared at his side, helping him unsteadily to his feet. The slender youth was looking a little shaken, and there was a small, red cut at his brow. ‘Had it coming!’
Cal’s breath was coming back, and the room around him was steadying. He saw Carel standing a little back from them, hair scattered messily over her wet cheeks. As he looked, she caught his eye for a moment, then looked away, face hidden in the shadows of her sandy hair. The pail of water was on its side nearby, steaming as its contents spread slowly across the sopping floor.
‘I don’t give a damn if he bedded your mother!’ The Innkeep replied. He took one look at Carel and set down the cask on the bar, stepping in close enough for the big youth to smell the pipe-smoke on his breath. ‘There’ll be no fighting, in my inn*.*’
Petr flinched in spite of himself, taking half a step back.
‘Boy’s right, Goran.’ Albin added, scowling. ‘Saw the whole thing. Little runt started-’
‘That’s enough!’ The Innkeep cut him short, turning an angry eye on the butcher. ‘Unless you want to tell the blacksmith whose son’s been beating his hand?’
Albin hesitated at that, and his ruddy cheeks lost a little of their colour.
‘Thought not.’ The Innkeep went on. ‘Now, get out. And take your fool son with you.’
Albin was out of his seat in an instant, all thoughts of the Blacksmith forgotten.
‘Alb, wait-’
The butcher shoved Forley aside. He stopped just a few inches from the Innkeep, glaring down at the smaller man with hard eyes. Even from where he was, Cal could smell the ale on his breath, but the Innkeep didn’t flinch. The fire stirred in the sudden quiet, and the villagers stood in a moment of perfect stillness, taut as a lute-string. Godry and Forley shared a worried look. Priss had appeared beside Carel and put an arm around her slumped shoulders. Petr was glaring at Cal, dark eyes boring holes into his forehead, but Cal didn’t even notice. His head was hanging limply over his chest, and if Lokk hadn’t been holding him, he was sure his legs would’ve buckled. His head spun, and his skin burned. Neither the butcher nor the Innkeep had moved an inch.
‘Come on, boy.’ Albin said at last, eyes not leaving the Innkeep for a moment. ‘Let’s go.’
‘But da-’
‘I said let’s go.’
He held still for a moment longer, then took his son by the arm and led him roughly away towards the door.
‘You’ll pay double next time.’ The Innkeep called out to him as he reached the door. ‘Both of you.’
For a moment it looked as if Albin would turn back. Then he scowled, spat on the floor, and shoved his son out into the night beyond the door, slamming it shut behind them.
There was a collective sigh of relief from the remaining patrons. The Innkeep watched the door for a few moments, then began unhurriedly scooping up discarded mugs from the ale-splashed floor.
‘I think that’s enough for one evening.’ He said quietly as he worked, not looking up. Godry, Forley and the miners looked at each other.
‘Bar’s a mess, Goran. We’ll lend a hand.’ Forley offered.
‘We’ll manage.’ The Innkeep told him, still not looking up. The villagers exchanged another look, then they made for the door without a word. Priss stepped back from Carel, giving her shoulder a squeeze, and joined her husband as the door swung closed behind them. Lokk didn’t say a word. Carel still hadn’t lifted her eyes. Cal shrugged himself away from his friend’s arm, taking a step towards her.
‘Carel, I-’
The Innkeep straightened suddenly, hurling one of the mugs across the room. It smashed into the closed door, shattering across the threshold with a crash.
‘Don’t you dare, boy.’ He growled, whirling on him, soft eyes hard as steel, fidgeting hands steady. ‘You’ve had a fall tonight. Must’a knocked your head. Only reason you aren’t catching another beating.’
Cal looked back at him groggily for a moment. His wits were returning, and the ache was spreading outwards from his jaw and cheek in throbbing waves. His shredded arms and legs were afire with shifting lines of pain, and his back ground at his ribs like a blade. Stupid. What was he thinking? Running from shadows in the dark. Brawling in front of half the village. What would the Blacksmith say? This was not their agreement. This was not their word. Blood rushed into his cheeks, hot with shame, and he lowered his eyes.
‘Go home, boy.’
‘But, I-’
‘I said go home, boy.’ The Innkeep stared back at him with cold eyes. ‘You can’t stay here.’
Cal hesitated. He looked at Lokk, but his friend would not meet his eye. He nodded slowly, straightening as best he could, and made unsteadily for the door. He looked back from the threshold, but nothing had stirred. A mess of upturned tables and chairs, scattered mugs and soaking floor boards. The three figures that stood frozen amongst it all seemed suddenly very different to Cal, their names new and unfamiliar. No one looked up as he opened the door. He hesitated, skin bloody and numb, jaw aching like winter, haggard, dazed, and spared one final glance for Carel, standing alone beside the bar, a dozen words racing on his silent tongue. Then he turned and went out alone into the dark, and the cold took him as its own.
*
It was quiet outside the Nest, and the streets were empty. The storm had moved off to blow itself out over the lowlands in the west, and only the faintest whir of it carried on the air between the little stone buildings of Rindon, the fevered mumbling of weary hills. Cal walked for a time, going nowhere in particular, dry eyes moving listlessly over the stones, picking out the familiar notches of the rock, the knowing winking of shuttered fires. The pathways were wet beneath his boots, puddled and gleaming in the silver stain of the moon. No one to be seen. Not Petr, waiting for him behind some dark corner, nor the other patrons, staggering home arm in arm. No faceless shadows leering at him from empty doorways, chasing him into the night. All was as it should be. After all, why wouldn’t it be? The thought filled him with a kind of bemused, frivolous amusement. He knew this place. Why should it not be as it always was?
After a time, he found himself at the eastern edge of the village, looking down over the little cluster of thatching and its glinting windows. It was cold, he knew, but he did not feel it. The bloody skin beneath his ragged clothes tingled numbly. Even his jaw seemed to have stopped aching. He looked down, for no reason in particular, and saw that the dirt at his feet was churned and dented as though by some falling beast, and little flecks of red blinked back at him in the moonlight. He realised that this must have been where he had fallen. Where his legs had failed and the world had spun like sand in ocean spray. Where the shadows had chased him from the hillside, swarming after him as wolves after their prey. He realised he was frowning. His back was to the trees, but he felt no fear. What was there to fear? After all, it was just a dream, and there is nothing to fear from dreams.
The trees were before him. Had they not been behind? The dark pillars stretched away up the slope, and the great black shadow of the Teeth held the horizon beyond. The murmur of the distant storm moved through the branches, shifting softly. Nothing else stirred.
He realised he was walking. The trees were all around, watching him. The earth was soft and wet beneath his feet. He looked down as he went, picking out the footprints in the loam. Something had come this way. Bootprints, scrambling, sprinting, falling. He had come this way.
So he walked, much as he had before, aiming without aim, and the trees whispered their same whispers. Words he had known since he first came here, all those years ago. Slowly, he went, until his eyes grew accustomed to the dimness, to the silver luminescence of the moon. Footprints. Bootprints. Running, scrambling. Falling.
Alone.
He lingered a while, just to be sure. But there was no mistake. There had been no men in the trees. No shadows to flee from. No one else had come this way. His head ached. He could not have… there must have been…
But there was nothing. Nothing but untouched earth, smooth as fresh wax. Just a dream. And there is nothing to fear from dreams.
So he came down out of the trees, and made for home along well-worn paths, watching for shadows he knew were not there.
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Chapter Twelve - The Blacksmith's Boy (Part Four)
‘Should’ve listened, stray.’
The first blow caught Cal across the cheek, whipping his head back with a crack. Light exploded around the edges of his eyes, and his vision spun. The second took him under the chin, hard as a hammer, and his legs vanished from under him. His world tumbled into a crash of scattered chairs and tables, and half-empty mugs went clattering across the floor, throwing foam into the smoky air like sea-spray.
‘Shit-’
‘Watch it, runt-’
‘By the Makers, what are you-’
The other villagers were surging to their feet, roused from their bickering, but not fast enough. Cal somehow managed to regain his feet in time to find Petr advancing on him, fists bunched and face like thunder. Behind him, Carel was clawing at his arms, trying to hold him back, but he shrugged her off, then swatted Lokk to one side as the slender innkeep’s son tried to bar his path, sending him skittering into a row of chairs. Cal’s head was spinning, and his eyes blurred.
‘I’m not done with you, you little shit.’ Petr growled, closing the ground between them with big angry strides. Cal swayed, dazed. His body was on fire. He couldn’t move. The youth’s heavy fist slammed into his gut, and he doubled over, air rushing out of his chest in a choked gasp. Someone managed to get between them then. Three someones, hauling Petr back. Cal crumpled to his knees, retching emptily onto the ale-splattered floor.
‘That’s enough, boy!’
‘Cunt had it coming-’
‘Enough, Petr! He’s ‘ad enough.’
Cal blinked up at them groggily, spittle trailing from his aching mouth. Forley and Godry had Petr by one arm, the miners by the other, struggling to hold him back. Albin hadn’t moved. He was sitting by the fire where he had been, a crooked smile on his lips. Cal squinted, eyes reeling, mouth full of bile.
‘The fuck is going on?’
The Innkeep was standing by the bar, a fresh cask under one arm, rosy cheeks suddenly hard. Petr stopped struggling, shrugging himself out of the patrons’ grasp.
‘Little cunt tried to hit me.’ He told the Innkeep with a snort. He jabbed a finger at Cal where he knelt on the floor, gasping mutely for air. Lokk appeared at his side, helping him unsteadily to his feet. The slender youth was looking a little shaken, and there was a small, red cut at his brow. ‘Had it coming!’
Cal’s breath was coming back, and the room around him was steadying. He saw Carel standing a little back from them, hair scattered messily over her wet cheeks. As he looked, she caught his eye for a moment, then looked away, face hidden in the shadows of her sandy hair. The pail of water was on its side nearby, steaming as its contents spread slowly across the sopping floor.
‘I don’t give a damn if he bedded your mother!’ The Innkeep replied. He took one look at Carel and set down the cask on the bar, stepping in close enough for the big youth to smell the pipe-smoke on his breath. ‘There’ll be no fighting, in my inn*.*’
Petr flinched in spite of himself, taking half a step back.
‘Boy’s right, Goran.’ Albin added, scowling. ‘Saw the whole thing. Little runt started-’
‘That’s enough!’ The Innkeep cut him short, turning an angry eye on the butcher. ‘Unless you want to tell the blacksmith whose son’s been beating his hand?’
Albin hesitated at that, and his ruddy cheeks lost a little of their colour.
‘Thought not.’ The Innkeep went on. ‘Now, get out. And take your fool son with you.’
Albin was out of his seat in an instant, all thoughts of the Blacksmith forgotten.
‘Alb, wait-’
The butcher shoved Forley aside. He stopped just a few inches from the Innkeep, glaring down at the smaller man with hard eyes. Even from where he was, Cal could smell the ale on his breath, but the Innkeep didn’t flinch. The fire stirred in the sudden quiet, and the villagers stood in a moment of perfect stillness, taut as a lute-string. Godry and Forley shared a worried look. Priss had appeared beside Carel and put an arm around her slumped shoulders. Petr was glaring at Cal, dark eyes boring holes into his forehead, but Cal didn’t even notice. His head was hanging limply over his chest, and if Lokk hadn’t been holding him, he was sure his legs would’ve buckled. His head spun, and his skin burned. Neither the butcher nor the Innkeep had moved an inch.
‘Come on, boy.’ Albin said at last, eyes not leaving the Innkeep for a moment. ‘Let’s go.’
‘But da-’
‘I said let’s go.’
He held still for a moment longer, then took his son by the arm and led him roughly away towards the door.
‘You’ll pay double next time.’ The Innkeep called out to him as he reached the door. ‘Both of you.’
For a moment it looked as if Albin would turn back. Then he scowled, spat on the floor, and shoved his son out into the night beyond the door, slamming it shut behind them.
There was a collective sigh of relief from the remaining patrons. The Innkeep watched the door for a few moments, then began unhurriedly scooping up discarded mugs from the ale-splashed floor.
‘I think that’s enough for one evening.’ He said quietly as he worked, not looking up. Godry, Forley and the miners looked at each other.
‘Bar’s a mess, Goran. We’ll lend a hand.’ Forley offered.
‘We’ll manage.’ The Innkeep told him, still not looking up. The villagers exchanged another look, then they made for the door without a word. Priss stepped back from Carel, giving her shoulder a squeeze, and joined her husband as the door swung closed behind them. Lokk didn’t say a word. Carel still hadn’t lifted her eyes. Cal shrugged himself away from his friend’s arm, taking a step towards her.
‘Carel, I-’
The Innkeep straightened suddenly, hurling one of the mugs across the room. It smashed into the closed door, shattering across the threshold with a crash.
‘Don’t you dare, boy.’ He growled, whirling on him, soft eyes hard as steel, fidgeting hands steady. ‘You’ve had a fall tonight. Must’a knocked your head. Only reason you aren’t catching another beating.’
Cal looked back at him groggily for a moment. His wits were returning, and the ache was spreading outwards from his jaw and cheek in throbbing waves. His shredded arms and legs were afire with shifting lines of pain, and his back ground at his ribs like a blade. Stupid. What was he thinking? Running from shadows in the dark. Brawling in front of half the village. What would the Blacksmith say? This was not their agreement. This was not their word. Blood rushed into his cheeks, hot with shame, and he lowered his eyes.
‘Go home, boy.’
‘But, I-’
‘I said go home, boy.’ The Innkeep stared back at him with cold eyes. ‘You can’t stay here.’
Cal hesitated. He looked at Lokk, but his friend would not meet his eye. He nodded slowly, straightening as best he could, and made unsteadily for the door. He looked back from the threshold, but nothing had stirred. A mess of upturned tables and chairs, scattered mugs and soaking floor boards. The three figures that stood frozen amongst it all seemed suddenly very different to Cal, their names new and unfamiliar. No one looked up as he opened the door. He hesitated, skin bloody and numb, jaw aching like winter, haggard, dazed, and spared one final glance for Carel, standing alone beside the bar, a dozen words racing on his silent tongue. Then he turned and went out alone into the dark, and the cold took him as its own.
*
It was quiet outside the Nest, and the streets were empty. The storm had moved off to blow itself out over the lowlands in the west, and only the faintest whir of it carried on the air between the little stone buildings of Rindon, the fevered mumbling of weary hills. Cal walked for a time, going nowhere in particular, dry eyes moving listlessly over the stones, picking out the familiar notches of the rock, the knowing winking of shuttered fires. The pathways were wet beneath his boots, puddled and gleaming in the silver stain of the moon. No one to be seen. Not Petr, waiting for him behind some dark corner, nor the other patrons, staggering home arm in arm. No faceless shadows leering at him from empty doorways, chasing him into the night. All was as it should be. After all, why wouldn’t it be? The thought filled him with a kind of bemused, frivolous amusement. He knew this place. Why should it not be as it always was?
After a time, he found himself at the eastern edge of the village, looking down over the little cluster of thatching and its glinting windows. It was cold, he knew, but he did not feel it. The bloody skin beneath his ragged clothes tingled numbly. Even his jaw seemed to have stopped aching. He looked down, for no reason in particular, and saw that the dirt at his feet was churned and dented as though by some falling beast, and little flecks of red blinked back at him in the moonlight. He realised that this must have been where he had fallen. Where his legs had failed and the world had spun like sand in ocean spray. Where the shadows had chased him from the hillside, swarming after him as wolves after their prey. He realised he was frowning. His back was to the trees, but he felt no fear. What was there to fear? After all, it was just a dream, and there is nothing to fear from dreams.
The trees were before him. Had they not been behind? The dark pillars stretched away up the slope, and the great black shadow of the Teeth held the horizon beyond. The murmur of the distant storm moved through the branches, shifting softly. Nothing else stirred.
He realised he was walking. The trees were all around, watching him. The earth was soft and wet beneath his feet. He looked down as he went, picking out the footprints in the loam. Something had come this way. Bootprints, scrambling, sprinting, falling. He had come this way.
So he walked, much as he had before, aiming without aim, and the trees whispered their same whispers. Words he had known since he first came here, all those years ago. Slowly, he went, until his eyes grew accustomed to the dimness, to the silver luminescence of the moon. Footprints. Bootprints. Running, scrambling. Falling.
Alone.
He lingered a while, just to be sure. But there was no mistake. There had been no men in the trees. No shadows to flee from. No one else had come this way. His head ached. He could not have… there must have been…
But there was nothing. Nothing but untouched earth, smooth as fresh wax. Just a dream. And there is nothing to fear from dreams.
So he came down out of the trees, and made for home along well-worn paths, watching for shadows he knew were not there.
2023.06.04 18:23 Aretosteles Worst car renting experience with sixt at the airport
Hi guys,
we are tourists from Germany. Wanted to rent a second car to explore your beautiful country. Just wanted to share what I think was a pretty bad experience with car rentals in this case with sixt car rental.
Usually, I rent a car at the spot (in Italy or Spain) this way we don‘t have to pay to car rental sites commission and the rental service providers give us some discounts,
When we arrived at the airport the lady quoted us a price of more than 400 euros (almost double what you could find on booking or rentalcars. When we asked why the price was so high she stated us a ridiculously high insurance rate. When we showed her the price on the website she told us that it is very likely going to be canceled anyway so we shouldn‘t bother with booking there.
Well, since we didn‘t want to get scammed by their high insurance rate we booked through booking and proceeded.
After booking through the website we showed the verification code at the counter. The guy there straight away told us we will have to wait for some hours until the car is ready (mind you: others that bought their expensive insurance could pick up the car straight away)
Now after we arrived after three hours once again at the airport the real fun began: she would not accept any of my credit cards. At that time I had three (two physical and one digital)
Each time there was a different reason (spoiler: All of them are working with credit limit/deposit of more than 2k euros)
first visa card with my name: declined since it‘s not a „real“ credit card. The card was fully functional with credit limit. Looking at the visa logo she tells me it‘s not a credit card since it has an iban.
second card: visa gold card. Used by me all the time without trouble. Again not a real credit card from her perspective since it has the visa type account written on it.
Third card mastercard. Not real because it‘s digital. At this point we waited more than three hours just to basically get told I used unreal credit cards my whole life in Germany.
Now, how are we supposed to cancel the booking reservation? Sixt at the airport cannot do anything since booking is an agency. So we contact booking support line. Shitty phone connection to a call center somewhere in India. More than an hour phoning. Booking policy: We need to rebook another car for the one to get canceled. Also they need to contact sixt to find out what happened.
Sixt employees refused to talk to booking employee to explain why they declined the credit card. They were too busy.
Luckily, I had a guy on the phone after the second try that was actually able to provide a full refund. But after we finished with all this a whole vacation day was wasted.
Tldr: Tried to rent a car, but scammy sixt center, really wants to sell their overpriced insurance. Result: vacation day wasted without renting a car:(
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we are tourists from Germany. Wanted to rent a second car to explore your beautiful country. Just wanted to share what I think was a pretty bad experience with car rentals in this case with sixt car rental.
Usually, I rent a car at the spot (in Italy or Spain) this way we don‘t have to pay to car rental sites commission and the rental service providers give us some discounts,
When we arrived at the airport the lady quoted us a price of more than 400 euros (almost double what you could find on booking or rentalcars. When we asked why the price was so high she stated us a ridiculously high insurance rate. When we showed her the price on the website she told us that it is very likely going to be canceled anyway so we shouldn‘t bother with booking there.
Well, since we didn‘t want to get scammed by their high insurance rate we booked through booking and proceeded.
After booking through the website we showed the verification code at the counter. The guy there straight away told us we will have to wait for some hours until the car is ready (mind you: others that bought their expensive insurance could pick up the car straight away)
Now after we arrived after three hours once again at the airport the real fun began: she would not accept any of my credit cards. At that time I had three (two physical and one digital)
Each time there was a different reason (spoiler: All of them are working with credit limit/deposit of more than 2k euros)
first visa card with my name: declined since it‘s not a „real“ credit card. The card was fully functional with credit limit. Looking at the visa logo she tells me it‘s not a credit card since it has an iban.
second card: visa gold card. Used by me all the time without trouble. Again not a real credit card from her perspective since it has the visa type account written on it.
Third card mastercard. Not real because it‘s digital. At this point we waited more than three hours just to basically get told I used unreal credit cards my whole life in Germany.
Now, how are we supposed to cancel the booking reservation? Sixt at the airport cannot do anything since booking is an agency. So we contact booking support line. Shitty phone connection to a call center somewhere in India. More than an hour phoning. Booking policy: We need to rebook another car for the one to get canceled. Also they need to contact sixt to find out what happened.
Sixt employees refused to talk to booking employee to explain why they declined the credit card. They were too busy.
Luckily, I had a guy on the phone after the second try that was actually able to provide a full refund. But after we finished with all this a whole vacation day was wasted.
Tldr: Tried to rent a car, but scammy sixt center, really wants to sell their overpriced insurance. Result: vacation day wasted without renting a car:(
2023.06.04 18:19 redratus North Shore fishing: what size rod and reel should I get?
For fishing exclusively on the North Shore, what sized rod and reel should I get?
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2023.06.04 18:16 Prestigious_Oil8798 Prove Me Wrong
There are only two type of people in this game.
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- People who are better than you. These are the people who played the game since it came out. They know every stam break, every meta, and know every combo off muscle memory. They don't let you charge, use ki stuns and counter limit burst most of the time. These people also know when to perfect block efficiently, unlike you block-spamming gremlins out there. Damn dry-lip mouth-breathers..
- People who are worse than you. This consists of the cheesers and the people who just got the game and immediately hopped into PvP without finishing the game or reaching Level 9. These people also use the annoying moves that have Super Armor or i-Frames, always stall until the clock runs out, and found one dumb strategy and stuck to it, making people like you and me especially mad because we know we can beat them if only the game had some kind of netcode update.
2023.06.04 18:14 TheNewAnonima234 Spider-Man Across the Spider Verse (3 Theories)(Spoilers)
One of my biggest take aways from watching part 1 of this movie is that there is some other conflict between Miguel O'Hara and Miles Morales, besides what was directly mentioned in the film. To me, there was no reason for the first thing Miguel does to Miles to be to throw some entity at his head upon their first meeting, after he, and the rest of the spider people, left him (Miles) in the dark about everything. It seemed too personal, and the words he used against him were downright cruel at times, so much so that it shouldn't be a wonder that Miles reacted to them the way he did. Thus, I set out to try and figure out the potential reasons for this personal vendetta Miguel has against Miles. The following are my theories to try and eplain that.
Theory 1: Miles Morales killed Miguel O'Hara's counter part in another universe.
In the movie, Miguel mentions that why he feels so strongly about the "common" events playing out is because he had caused the collapse of an entire universe, or at least the erasure of multiple people within that universe (including those he loved), due to living in the wrong one. And the only reason he had the ability to live in the 'wrong' universe was because there was an opening where his alter had died.
It would not surprise me that, in order to avoid self blame, Miguel would take his frustrations out on whoever caused the death of his alter, allowing him the opportunity to make that mistake. And with how much he hates Miles, I think it would be safe to say that it would be a safe bet.
Theory 2: Miguel O'Hara's counter parts' death, in the other universe, was directly related to the stealing of the spider which gave Miles his powers.
This theory goes hand in hand with the first. It operates under the same assumption that Miguel hates whoever gave him the opportunity to take his alter's place. However, in this version, Earth 1610 Miles did not directly kill Miguel's Alter.
No, in this version it starts that the world in which Miguel went to also didn't have a Spider Man. And that is because....the spider which would've created the Spider Man (or Woman)(or Pig) (or T-Rex)...so on and so forth...got sent to another universe to..you guessed it...Miles Morales. And it was that lack of having a Spider Man, that got Miguel's counterpart killed.
And I will admit that this theory may not check out...depending on if Miguel's actions completely wiped out the universe he went to or just some of the people (again...including the onese he loved) until he left. If it is the former, then it could not have been due to our version of Miles because then Earth 67 would no longer exist. It could, however, have gone to another other version of Miles. However, if that universe, and Earth 67, hadn't gotten wiped out from Miguel's actions, then maybe that was the actual universe he had gone to. And perhaps a stranger or even Miles's Prowler had even been the one to kill the non-powered Miguel, assuming Miguel's counterpart had no powers and wasn't a spider himself.
Theory 3: Miguel O'Hara isn't Miguel O'Hara.
This is going to be a wild one, so hang with me. I knew nothing about this character (Miguel O'Hara) prior to seeing the movie last night, and only researched the comic book back story this morning, which is why I just came up with this. If this is true, it's going to be completely wild. To explain why I have this theory let me state some facts and observations, and my thoughts regarding both.
Fact #1: In the comics, Miguel O'Hara is Irish-Mexican and the version from the movie looks nothing like the form in the comics.
Thoughts on Fact #1: This may be another example of "race swapping" where it is done to show more diversity. However, I don't quite see the point when the character is already diverse and it has nothing to do with a live action being more inclusive casting wise. Thus, there has to be another reason why the character looks different.
Fact #2: In the movie, Miguel said that Miles was an anomaly, and "not a true Spider Man" because the spider he got bitten by wasn't even from his own universe.
Thoughts on Fact #2: It seems odd that the movie would stress this because in the actual comics Miguel himself was not bitten by a spider, he was given some oral concoction at a genetics research place to give him his powers.
Fact #3: Miguel got the Sinister Strange storyline in this movie.
Thoughts on Fact #3: Simply put they did everything to make him, Miguel, seem more similar to other Superheroes than to Spider Man....so much so, that even Miles says, "Are you sure your a Spider Man?"....Was this a deliberate choice?
Fact #4: Miles says, "Are you sure your a Spider Man?"
Thoughts on Fact #4: I know I just covered this one, but I also put it here separately because of the things that this line caused me to observe.
One, and I might've missed it but, I do not believe I ever saw Miguel outside of the beginning scene with Spider Gwen. And his web was red, which distinguishes it from almost all other, if not all other spider webs. Thus, to me it looks like webs are a) not his default and b)look more manufactured (non natural) than the typical webs.
Two, the claws. Most Spider Men, Women, and creatures do not have those. Almost like it isn't a stereotypical trait of Spider People. There is a character that those...are...stereotypical too. But, before I get ahead of myself, let me go on to three.
Three, the antagonization of Miles....I know I already addressed this in my first two theories, but one thing that sort of sums this all up is that it would seem really odd to me that one spider man would hate another so much. It almost seems like the mindset/actions of a villian or foe. Because who else would not just hate, but hope to isolate the person being hated on from their rightful peers than a foe? And what better foe, then...Prowler.
Don't believe me. Which other villiam had multiple cameos in the movie, where the cameos had lines, and not just verbal references to them. Prowler! There was: 616's Prowler, played by David Glover, and the alternate Miles Morales in Earth 67. And guess what is a common trait of Prowlers'...claws. I rest my case. Miguel O'Hara is a Prowler...not a Spider Man.
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Theory 1: Miles Morales killed Miguel O'Hara's counter part in another universe.
In the movie, Miguel mentions that why he feels so strongly about the "common" events playing out is because he had caused the collapse of an entire universe, or at least the erasure of multiple people within that universe (including those he loved), due to living in the wrong one. And the only reason he had the ability to live in the 'wrong' universe was because there was an opening where his alter had died.
It would not surprise me that, in order to avoid self blame, Miguel would take his frustrations out on whoever caused the death of his alter, allowing him the opportunity to make that mistake. And with how much he hates Miles, I think it would be safe to say that it would be a safe bet.
Theory 2: Miguel O'Hara's counter parts' death, in the other universe, was directly related to the stealing of the spider which gave Miles his powers.
This theory goes hand in hand with the first. It operates under the same assumption that Miguel hates whoever gave him the opportunity to take his alter's place. However, in this version, Earth 1610 Miles did not directly kill Miguel's Alter.
No, in this version it starts that the world in which Miguel went to also didn't have a Spider Man. And that is because....the spider which would've created the Spider Man (or Woman)(or Pig) (or T-Rex)...so on and so forth...got sent to another universe to..you guessed it...Miles Morales. And it was that lack of having a Spider Man, that got Miguel's counterpart killed.
And I will admit that this theory may not check out...depending on if Miguel's actions completely wiped out the universe he went to or just some of the people (again...including the onese he loved) until he left. If it is the former, then it could not have been due to our version of Miles because then Earth 67 would no longer exist. It could, however, have gone to another other version of Miles. However, if that universe, and Earth 67, hadn't gotten wiped out from Miguel's actions, then maybe that was the actual universe he had gone to. And perhaps a stranger or even Miles's Prowler had even been the one to kill the non-powered Miguel, assuming Miguel's counterpart had no powers and wasn't a spider himself.
Theory 3: Miguel O'Hara isn't Miguel O'Hara.
This is going to be a wild one, so hang with me. I knew nothing about this character (Miguel O'Hara) prior to seeing the movie last night, and only researched the comic book back story this morning, which is why I just came up with this. If this is true, it's going to be completely wild. To explain why I have this theory let me state some facts and observations, and my thoughts regarding both.
Fact #1: In the comics, Miguel O'Hara is Irish-Mexican and the version from the movie looks nothing like the form in the comics.
Thoughts on Fact #1: This may be another example of "race swapping" where it is done to show more diversity. However, I don't quite see the point when the character is already diverse and it has nothing to do with a live action being more inclusive casting wise. Thus, there has to be another reason why the character looks different.
Fact #2: In the movie, Miguel said that Miles was an anomaly, and "not a true Spider Man" because the spider he got bitten by wasn't even from his own universe.
Thoughts on Fact #2: It seems odd that the movie would stress this because in the actual comics Miguel himself was not bitten by a spider, he was given some oral concoction at a genetics research place to give him his powers.
Fact #3: Miguel got the Sinister Strange storyline in this movie.
Thoughts on Fact #3: Simply put they did everything to make him, Miguel, seem more similar to other Superheroes than to Spider Man....so much so, that even Miles says, "Are you sure your a Spider Man?"....Was this a deliberate choice?
Fact #4: Miles says, "Are you sure your a Spider Man?"
Thoughts on Fact #4: I know I just covered this one, but I also put it here separately because of the things that this line caused me to observe.
One, and I might've missed it but, I do not believe I ever saw Miguel outside of the beginning scene with Spider Gwen. And his web was red, which distinguishes it from almost all other, if not all other spider webs. Thus, to me it looks like webs are a) not his default and b)look more manufactured (non natural) than the typical webs.
Two, the claws. Most Spider Men, Women, and creatures do not have those. Almost like it isn't a stereotypical trait of Spider People. There is a character that those...are...stereotypical too. But, before I get ahead of myself, let me go on to three.
Three, the antagonization of Miles....I know I already addressed this in my first two theories, but one thing that sort of sums this all up is that it would seem really odd to me that one spider man would hate another so much. It almost seems like the mindset/actions of a villian or foe. Because who else would not just hate, but hope to isolate the person being hated on from their rightful peers than a foe? And what better foe, then...Prowler.
Don't believe me. Which other villiam had multiple cameos in the movie, where the cameos had lines, and not just verbal references to them. Prowler! There was: 616's Prowler, played by David Glover, and the alternate Miles Morales in Earth 67. And guess what is a common trait of Prowlers'...claws. I rest my case. Miguel O'Hara is a Prowler...not a Spider Man.
2023.06.04 18:10 jb1million Mono leader on baitcaster?
I got a baitcaster about a month ago and have been using it with the mono line that came on it. I want to switch it over to braid and I’m wondering if I need to have a mono leader on it like I do on my open face reels so the brain doesn’t slip?
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2023.06.04 17:44 KetohnoIcheated Season 1 WhiJo is the best
All his lines and background stuff in season 1 is just the best. I still love him walking in circles in the kitchen using Rebecca’s step counter. He was obviously playing dumb to spy on Rebecca and Josh and it is so perfect
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2023.06.04 17:27 Jadams0108 Struggling to cast a spinning reel far
I’m pretty new to spinning reel rods. I bought one and tried using the stock line which was terrible so I switched over to 6lb braided 150 yards. I’m casting a little farther with braided but not much, maybe only 10-15 feet, however adding sinkers to my line I can get pretty far casts, but with my river having sinkers on usually leads to my lures dragging on the river bed and getting caught up on rocks and vegetation. I’m doing a over the shoulder cast and releasing my finger off the line as soon as the rod clears over my shoulder. Any advice should I have tried a new line?
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2023.06.04 17:08 specialism My "Why Not Both!?" Rogue Build
I first played with Flurry and loved it. Then I played Twisting Blades and... wait... I loved that too. When I finally started a character at launch I couldn't choose... so.... I'm running it at the moment and really enjoying the play style. Some random notes:
P.S.: I'm old and this was the most fun weekend I've had in such a long time. Now I have to go back to work and do normal life stuff. The kid in me wants to grind to HC 100 to see if I could get in the top 1000 (that was never my plan), but I'm having to tell myself to take it slow and just enjoy the ride. Also, I have bills to pay.
Have fun!
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- It's definitely a destroyer of mobs. Puncture -> Flurry -> TB -> Shadow Step far away... repeat. With the "Encircling Blades" and "Bladedancers" aspects, it's both chaotic, destructive, and most importantly, a lot of fun.
- Energy is going to a limiting factor to your flow. If I was smart I would have gone "Consuming Shadows", but... I personally love poison so I didn't. In lieu of that skill, "Adrenaline Rush", and the "Innervation"/"Second Wind" combo helps out a ton in regard to resource generation.
- You can do whatever you want for your single target damage, and I'm running with "Countering Concealment" into "Blended Poison", breaking with TB.
P.S.: I'm old and this was the most fun weekend I've had in such a long time. Now I have to go back to work and do normal life stuff. The kid in me wants to grind to HC 100 to see if I could get in the top 1000 (that was never my plan), but I'm having to tell myself to take it slow and just enjoy the ride. Also, I have bills to pay.
Have fun!
2023.06.04 17:07 Thebadfish843 I’m desperate
I can find a bass. I can catch a bream/bluegill/sunfish. I can catch catfish all day long. I’ve been a fireman for 30 years. But when I go saltwater fishing, I get skunked 98% of the time. I’ve been on 15 saltwater trips and I’ve only lost a gator trout by the boat and a barely big enough flounder. My grandfather used a Carolina rig with shrimp and caught everything under the sun. He could put a hunk of pig shit on a hook and slay... I have $1,000 in saltwater tackle and I buy minnows, fiddlers, and shrimp, and I can’t catch a damn fish. It’s in my head… My question for the pros is: If you were given a rod and reel with ONE RIG and ONE BAIT to use for multiple inshore species the rest of your life, what is it?
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2023.06.04 17:01 bobj34315 First PC $2200 Budget
What will you be doing with this PC? Be as specific as possible, and include specific games or programs you will be using.Apex, fortnite, last of us, spiderman, elden ring, pretty much everything
What is your maximum budget before rebates/shipping/taxes?2200
When do you plan on building/buying the PC? Note: beyond a week or two from today means any build you receive will be out of date when you want to buy.This week
What, exactly, do you need included in the budget? (ToweOS/monitokeyboard/mouse/etc)PC and monitor
Which country (and state/province) will you be purchasing the parts in? If you're in US, do you have access to a Microcenter location?Yes, ideally would like to use microcenter combo to save some money
If reusing any parts (including monitor(s)/keyboard/mouse/etc), what parts will you be reusing? Brands and models are appreciated.Just mouse and keyboard
Will you be overclocking? If yes, are you interested in overclocking right away, or down the line? CPU and/or GPU?No
Are there any specific features or items you want/need in the build? (ex: SSD, large amount of storage or a RAID setup, CUDA or OpenCL support, etc)2Tb ssd
Do you have any specific case preferences (Size like ITX/microATX/mid-towefull-tower, styles, colors, window or not, LED lighting, etc), or a particular color theme preference for the components?No
Do you need a copy of Windows included in the budget? If you do need one included, do you have a preference?No
Extra info or particulars: Would like to buy parts from microcenter and want to utilize the component combos they have