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All things Kwon Yuri of Girls' Generation a.k.a. Yuri, Black Pearl, Yul.
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2023.05.28 14:45 NightCities13 188 Years Later-Game 1-Rest of PreGames

Parade
Rosa and Julio were dressed in their sheep outfits, and had the horns put on. They chatted with each other, and even started a conversation with Laurelina and Rosetto (both 11).
Meanwhile Horus and Amabilia were dressed in their suits of armor, and saw Randy (1) talking to a small girl, revealed to be his district partner. Horus and Amabilia decided not to ally with District 1 this Games, and to just work with each other.
The tributes entered their chariots, and began to move down the Avenue of Tributes. Horus and Amabilia held their hands up in the air together, and Rosa and Julio smiled and waved.
Rosa and Julio’s outfits were seen as a bit boring, and they did not place first. Horus and Amabilia were ranked high by all of the judges, but ultimately Lunette and Haruki (both 5) placed first due to their moon outfits.
Training
The next day, Rosa and Julio arrived at the training center. They walked over to the animal station, and learned about a variety of animals. They also threw knives whenever other tributes weren’t looking at them. They also swam in the large swimming pool, but steered clear of Cray and Finley (both 4). They walked past Circitina and Roth (both 3) who were working in the electrical station, and past Wanda (9) who was working in the cultivation station. They finally worked with Laurelina and Rosetto in the botany and toxicology station. Joya (12) accidentally bumped into Julio, who apologized to her for being in the way. Joya was the youngest and shortest tribute this year, at just four foot eight.
Meanwhile Horus and Amabilia changed between the sword and spear stations, and walked past Londyn (6) camouflaging herself, and Twigg (7) throwing axes. When Fabrica (8) started to cry after pricking her finger with a needle, Horus comforted her. He admitted to Amabilia that he knew she would die during the Games, and wanted to be kind beforehand, as he had a thirteen year old sister who looked a bit like Fabrica. Amabilia asked Horus his sisters’ name, and he said the youngest, Annabelle, was eleven, the next oldest, Talia, was thirteen, and the oldest one, Zhalia, was fifteen. He asked Amabilia what her brother’s name was, and she said his name was Lucien.
Assessments
After six hours of training, the tributes were taken to the assessment room, where they showed their skills. Amabilia used a spear, scoring a 9, while Horus sword fought a peacekeeper, winning 11 to 15, and scored a 10. Rosa threw knives and scored a 5, while Julio also threw knives and scored a 7.
Amabilia and Horus were at the top of the pack, along with Randy, who scored an 8, and Wanda, who also scored an 8, while the bottom of the pack was Fabrica and Joya, who both scored a 2.
Odds
Panem Today, a news show, discussed the odds that night, with Amabilia receiving odds of 3 to 1, while Horus received odds of 2 to 1. Rosa had odds of 15 to 1, while Julio had odds of 11 to 1.
Interviews
Amabilia wore a sparkling golden dress, and had a gold barrette in her brunette bob cut. She talked about wanting to bring honor to District 2, and how she wanted to win for her family.
Horus wore a gold suit, and had a gold fedora on his head. He spoke about how he volunteered in order to have money to keep his family afloat, and how he wanted to support his three sisters. He earned some respect for this speech.
Rosa talked about how she wanted to try to win and be an underdog, and prove the odds wrong. She said that she was proud to come from District 10.
Julio spoke about his life in District 10, and said that he was nervous, but ready to win. He also talked about wanting to help his family live without working.
Game Maker Juliana Ricci said that the top 10’s family would receive a quarter of the victors fund, but the top 4 would receive half for their family, and the victor would earn the full victors fund. She gave a hint word, that was “lake”.
Hovercraft
The next day the tributes were flown by hovercraft to the arena. Halfway through the ride, they had their trackers placed in their arms, with Rosa notably flinching.
Tube Rooms
Upon arrival at the arena, the tributes were taken to their tube rooms.
Gladius visited Amabilia first, and gave her a big hug. He told her to stay with Horus until the final two, and allow a worthy fight to happen.
Gladius then visited Horus, and told him the same thing, except he told Horus to win for his late father and sisters, hugging him.
Daniel visited Julio first, and gave the boy a quick hug. He wished Julio luck, and told him to stay with Rosa.
Daniel then saw Rosa crying in her tube room. He comforted her, wishing her luck, and wished her luck in the Games. He told her to stick with Julio.
Once all 24 tributes were in their tubes, they rose up into the arena.
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2023.05.28 14:32 BoxResident536 AITA for not forgiving my mother for making me be a nudist and humiliating me when I was 13?

When I (19M) was 13, I had to do swimming lessons at school and I would always refuse to change into my swim trunks in the locker room due to not wanting the other boys to see me naked, because of this I would always end up being late for swimming lessons. After doing this for two swimming lessons in a row, my teacher contacted my mother and told her. My mother told me to stop wasting time and that there was nothing wrong with nudity. When I did this again on my third and fourth swimming lesson, my mother told me that I had body issues and that there was nothing wrong with nudity. She told me that she was going to start raising me as a nudist and that this would make me more confident in my body. She took my clothes away and told me that I would only be wearing them when I leave the house. Every day after school I would have to strip naked and stay naked until I left the house.
Two months later, my mother said that her friend and her 11-year-old daughter would be staying at our house for a month due to renovations being done on their house and she said that I would still have to remain naked. I begged her to let me wear clothes while the daughter was staying over but she said that I have to stay naked. My mother forced me to stay completely naked in front of her friend's 11-year-old daughter for a month. AITA for still holding this against her?
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2023.05.28 14:31 AnderLouis_ Hail and Farewell (George Moore) - Book 3: Vale, Chapter 11.2

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Borde could not enlighten him on that point, and I suggested that he should make application to the publisher of his Prayer-Book and get his money back. There is nobody. I said, like him. He is more wonderful than anything in literature. I prefer him to Sancho who was untroubled with a conscience and never thought of running to the Bishop of Toledo. All the same he is not without the shrewdness of his ancestors, and got the better of Archbishop Walsh, and for the last five years Vincent O'Brien has been beating time, and will beat it till the end of his life; and he will be succeeded by others, for Edward has, by deed, saved the Italian contrapuntalists till time everlasting from competition with modern composers. He certainly has gotten the better of Walsh. And I thought of a picture-gallery in Dublin with nothing in it but Botticelli and his school, and myself declaring that all painting that had been done since had no interest for me.... A smile began to spread over my face, for the story that was coming into my mind seemed oh! so humorous, so like Ireland, so like Edward, that I began to tell myself again the delightful story of the unrefined ears that, weary of erudite music, had left the cathedral and sought instinctively modern tunes and women's voices, and as these were to be found in Westland Row the church was soon overflowing with a happy congregation. But in a little while the collections grew scantier. This time it couldn't be Palestrina, and all kinds of reasons were adduced. At last the truth could no longer be denied—the professional Catholics of Merrion Square had been driven out of Westland Row by the searching smells of dirty clothes, and had gone away to the University Church in Stephen's Green. So if it weren't Palestrina directly it was Palestrina indirectly, and the brows of the priests began to knit when Edward Martyn's name was mentioned. Them fal-de-dals is well enough on the Continent, in Paris, where there is no faith, was the opinion of an important ecclesiastic. But we don't want them here, murmured a second ecclesiastic. All this counterpoint may make a very pretty background for Mr Martyn's prayers, but what about the poor people's? Good composer or bad composer, there is no congregation in him, said a third. There's too much congregation, put in the first, but not the kind we want! The second ecclesiastic took snuff, and the group were of opinion that steps should be taken to persuade dear Edward to make good their losses. The priests in Marlborough Street sympathised with the priests of Westland Row, and told them that they were so heavily out of pocket that Mr Martyn had agreed to do something for them. It seemed to the Westland Row priests that if Mr Martyn were making good the losses of the priests of the pro-Cathedral, he should make good their losses. It was natural that they should think so, and to acquit himself of all responsibility Edward no doubt consulted the best theologians on the subject, and I think that they assured him that he is not responsible for indirect losses. If he were, his whole fortune would not suffice. He was, of course, very sorry if a sudden influx of poor people had caused a falling-off in the collections of Westland Row, for he knew that the priests needed the money very much to pay for the new decorations, and to help them he wrote an article in the Independent praising the new blue ceiling, which seemed, so he wrote, a worthy canopy for the soaring strains of Palestrina.
Unfortunately rubbing salt into the wound, I said. A story that will amuse Dujardin and it will be great fun telling him in the shady garden at Fontainebleau how Edward, anxious to do something for his church, had succeeded in emptying two. All the way down the alleys he will wonder how Edward could have ever looked upon Palestrina's masses as religious music. The only music he will say, in which religious emotion transpires is plain-chant. Huysmans says that the Tantum Ergo or the Dies Irae, one or the other, reminds him of a soul being dragged out of purgatory, and it is possible that it does; but a plain-chant tune arranged in eight-part counterpoint cannot remind one of anything very terrible. Dujardin knows that Palestrina was a priest, and he will say: That fact deceived your friend, just as the fact of finding the Adeste Fideles among the plain-chant tunes deceived him. For of course I shall tell Dujardin that story too. It is too good to be missed. He is wonderful, Dujardin! I shall cry out in one of the sinuous alleys. There never was anybody like him! And I will tell him more soul-revealing anecdotes. I will say: Dujardin, listen. One evening he contended that the great duet at the end of Siegfried reminded him of mass by Palestrina. Dujardin will laugh, and, excited by his laughter, I will try to explain to him that what Edward sees is that Palestrina took a plain chant tune and gave fragments of it to the different voices, and in his mind these become confused with the motives of The Ring. You see, Dujardin, the essential always escapes him—the intention of the writer is hidden from him. I am beginning to understand your friend. He has, let us suppose, a musical ear that allows him to take pleasure in the music; but a musical ear will not help him to follow Wagner's idea—how, in a transport of sexual emotion, a young man and a young woman on a mountain-side awaken to the beauty of the life of the world. Dujardin's appreciations will provoke me, and I will say: Dujardin, you shouldn't be so appreciative. If I were telling you of a play I had written, it would be delightful to watch my idea dawning upon your consciousness; but I am telling you of a real man, and one that I shall never to able to get into literature. He will answer: We invent nothing; we can but perceive. And then, exhilarated, carried beyond myself, I will say: Dujardin, I will tell you something still more wonderful than the last gaffe. II gaffe dans les Quat'z Arts. He admires Ibsen, but you'd never guess the reason why—because he is very like Racine; both of them, he says, are classical writers. And do you know how he arrived at that point? Because nobody is killed on the stage in Racine or in Ibsen. He does not see that the intention of Racine is to represent men and women out of time and out of space, unconditioned by environment, and that the very first principle of Ibsen's art is the relation of his characters to their environment. In many passages he merely dramatises Darwin. There never was anybody so interesting as dear Edward, and there never will be anybody like him in literature ... I will explain why presently, but I must first tell you another anecdote. I went to see him one night, and he told me that the theme of the play he was writing was a man who had married a woman because he had lost faith in himself; the man did not know, however, that the woman had married him for the same reason, and the two of them were thinking—I have forgotten what they were thinking, but I remember Edward saying: I should like to suggest hopelessness. I urged many phrases, but he said: It isn't a phrase I want, but an actual thing. I was thinking of a broken anchor—that surely is a symbol of hopelessness. Yes, I said, no doubt, but how are you going to get a broken anchor into a drawing-room? I don't write about drawing-rooms. Well, living-rooms. It isn't likely that they would buy a broken anchor and put it up by the coal-scuttle.
There's that against it, he answered. If you could suggest anything better—What do you think of a library in which there is nothing but unacted plays? The characters could say, when there was nothing for them to do on the stage, that they were going to the library to read, and the library would have the advantage of reminding everybody of the garret in the Wild Duck. A very cruel answer, my friend, Dujardin will say, and I will tell him that I can't help seeing in Edward something beyond Shakespeare or Balzac. Now, tell me, which of these anecdotes I have told you is the most humorous? He will not answer my question, but a certain thoughtfulness will begin to settle in his face, and he will say: Everything with him is accidental, and when his memory fails him he falls into another mistake, and he amuses you because it is impossible for you to anticipate his next mistake. You know there is going to be one; there must be one, for he sees things separately rather than relatively. I am beginning to understand your friend.
You are, you are; you are doing splendidly. But you haven't told me, Dujardin, which anecdote you prefer. Stay, there is another one. Perhaps this one will help you to a still better understanding. When he brought The Heather Field and Yeats's play The Countess Cathleen to Dublin for performance, a great trouble of conscience awakened suddenly in him, and a few days before the performance he went to a theologian to ask him if The Countess Cathleen were a heretical work, and, if it were would Almighty God hold him responsible for the performance? But he couldn't withdraw Yeats's play without withdrawing his own, and it appears that he breathed a sigh of relief when a common friend referred the whole matter to two other theologians, and as these gave their consent Edward allowed the plays to go on; but Cardinal Logue intervened, and wrote a letter to the papers to say that the play seemed to him unfit for Catholic ears, and Edward would have withdrawn the plays if the Cardinal hadn't admitted in his letter that he had judged the play by certain extracts only.
He wishes to act rightly, but has little faith in himself; and what makes him so amusing is that he needs advice in aesthetics as well as in morals. We are, I said, Dujardin, at the roots of conscience. And I began to ponder the question what would happen to Edward if we lived in a world in which aesthetics ruled: I should be where Bishop Healy is, and he would be a thin, small voice crying in the wilderness—an amusing subject of meditation, from which I awoke suddenly.
I wonder how Dujardin is getting on with his Biblical studies? Last year he was calling into question the authorship of the Romans—a most eccentric view; and, remembering how weakly I had answered him, I took the Bible from the table and began to read the Epistle with a view to furnishing myself with arguments wherewith to confute him. My Bible opened at the ninth chapter, and I said: Why, here is the authority for the Countess Cathleen's sacrifice which Edward's theologian deemed untheological. It will be great fun to poke Edward up with St Paul, and on my way to Lincoln Place I thought how I might lead the conversation to The Countess Cathleen.
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A few minutes afterwards a light appeared on the staircase and the door slowly opened.
Come in, Siegfried, though you were off the key.
Well, my dear friend, it is a difficult matter to whistle above two trams passing simultaneously and six people jabbering round a public-house, to say nothing of a jarvey or two, and you perhaps dozing in your armchair, as your habit often is. You won't open to anything else except a motive from The Ring; and I stumbled up the stairs in front of Edward, who followed with a candle.
Wait a moment; let me go first and I'll turn up the gas.
You aren't sitting in the dark, are you?
No, but I read better by candle-light, and he blew out the candles in the tin candelabrum that he had made for himself. He is original even in his candelabrum; no one before him had ever thought of a caridelabrum in tin, and I fell to admiring his appearance more carefully than perhaps I had ever done before, so monumental did he seem lying on the little sofa sheltered from daughts by a screen, a shawl about his shoulders. His churchwarden was drawing famously, and I noticed his great square hands with strong fingers and square nails pared closely away, and as heretofore I admired the curve of the great belly, the thickness of the thighs, the length and breadth and the width of his foot hanging over the edge of the sofa, the apoplectic neck falling into great rolls of flesh, the humid eyes, the skull covered with short stubbly hair. I looked round the rooms and they seemed part of himself: the old green wallpaper on which he pins reproductions of the Italian masters. And I longed to peep once more into the bare bedroom into which he goes to fetch bottles of Apollinaris. Always original! Is there another man in this world whose income is two thousand a year, and who sleeps in a bare bedroom, without dressing-room, or bathroom, or servant in the house to brush his clothes, and who has to go to the baker's for his breakfast?
We had been talking for some time of the Gaelic League, and from Hyde it was easy to pass to Yeats and his plays.
His best play is The Countess Cathleen.
The Countess Cathleen is only a sketch.
But what I never could understand, Edward, was why you and the Cardinal could have had any doubts as to the orthodoxy of The Countess Cathleen.
What, a woman that sells her own soul in order to save the souls of others!
I suppose your theologian objected—
Of course he objected.
He cannot have read St Paul.
What do you mean?
He can't have read St Paul, or else he is prepared to throw over St Paul.
Mon ami Moore, mon ami Moore.
The supernatural idealism of a man who would sell his soul to save the souls of others fills me with awe.
But it wasn't a man; it was the Countess Cathleen, and women are never idealists.
Not the saints?
His face grew solemn at once.
If you give me the Epistles I will read the passage to you. And it was great fun to go to the bookshelves and read: I say the truth in Christ, I lie not, my conscience also bearing me witness in the Holy Ghost, that I have great heaviness and continual sorrow in my heart. For I could wish that myself were accursed from Christ for my brethren, my kinsmen according to the flesh.
Edward's face grew more and more solemn, and I wondered of what he was thinking.
Paul is a very difficult and a very obscure writer, and I think the Church is quite right not to encourage the reading of the Epistles, especially without comments.
Then you do think there is something in the passage I have read?
After looking down his dignified nose for a long time, he said:
Of course, the Church has an explanation. All the same, it's very odd that St Paul should have said such a thing—very odd.
There is no doubt that I owe a great deal of my happiness to Edward; all my life long he has been exquisite entertainment. And I fell to thinking that Nature was very cruel to have led me, like Moses, within sight of the Promised Land. A story would be necessary to bring Edward into literature, and it would be impossible to devise an action of which he should be a part. The sex of a woman is odious to him, and a man with two thousand a year does not rob nor steal, and he is so uninterested in his fellow-men that he has never an ill word to say about anybody. John Eglinton is a little thing; AE is a soul that few will understand; but Edward is universal—more universal than Yeats, than myself, than any of us, but for lack of a story I shall not be able to give him the immortality in literature which he seeks in sacraments. Shakespeare always took his stories from some other people. Turgenev's portrait of him would be thin, poor, and evasive, and Balzac would give us the portrait of a mere fool. And Edward is not a fool. As I understand him he is a temperament without a rudder; all he has to rely upon is his memory, which isn't a very good one, and so he tumbles from one mistake into another. My God! it is a terrible thing to happen to one, to understand a man better than he understands himself, and to be powerless to help him. If I had been able to undo his faith I should have raised him to the level of Sir Horace Plunkett, but he resisted me; and perhaps he did well, for he came into the world seeing things separately rather than relatively, and had to be a Catholic. He is a born Catholic, and I remembered one of his confessions—a partial confession, but a confession: If you had been brought up as strictly as I have been—I don't think he ever finished the sentence; he often leaves sentences unfinished, as if he fears to think things out. The end of the sentence should run: You would not dare to think independently. He thinks that his severe bringing-up has robbed him of something. But the prisoner ends by liking his prison-house, and on another occasion he said: If it hadn't been for the Church, I don't know what would have happened to me.
My thoughts stopped, and when I awoke I was thinking of Hughes. Perhaps the link between Hughes and Edward was Loughrea Cathedral. He had shown me a photograph of some saints modelled by Hughes. Hughes is away in Paris, I said, modelling saints for Loughrea Cathedral. The last time I saw him was at Walter Osborne's funeral, and Walter's death set me thinking of the woman I had lost, and little by little all she had told me about herself floated up in my mind like something that I had read. I had never seen her father nor the Putney villa in which she had been brought up, but she had made me familiar with both through her pleasant mode of conversation, which was never to describe anything, but just to talk about things, dropping phrases here and there, and the phrases she dropped were so well chosen that the comfort of the villa, its pompous meals and numerous servants, its gardens and greenhouses, with stables and coach-house just behind, are as well known to me as the house that I am living in, better known in a way, for I see it through the eyes of the imagination ... clearer eyes than the physical eyes.
It does not seem to me that any one was ever more conscious of whence she had come and of what she had been; she seemed to be able to see herself as a child again, and to describe her childhood with her brother (they were nearly the same age) in the villa and in the villa's garden. I seemed to see them always as two rather staid children who were being constantly dressed by diligent nurses and taken out for long drives in the family carriage. They did not like these drives and used to hide in the garden; but their governess was sent to fetch them, and they were brought back. Her father did not like to have the horses kept waiting, and one day as Stella stood with him in the passage, she saw her mother come out of her bedroom beautifully dressed. Her father whispered something in his wife's ear, and he followed her into her bedroom. Stella remembered how the door closed behind them. In my telling, the incident seems to lose some of its point, but in Stella's relation it seemed to put her father and his wife before me and so clearly that I could not help asking her what answer her father would make were she to tell him that she had a lover. A smile hovered in her grave face. He would look embarrassed, she said, and wonder why I should have told him such a thing, and then I think he would go to the greenhouse, and when he returned he would talk to me about something quite different. I don't think that Stella ever told me about the people that came to their house, but people must have come to it, and as an example of how a few words can convey an environment I will quote her: I always wanted to talk about Rossetti, she said, and these seven words seem to me to tell better than any description the life of a girl living with a formal father in a Putney villa, longing for something, not knowing exactly what, and anxious to get away from home.... I think she told me she was eighteen or nineteen and had started painting before she met Florence at the house of one of her father's friends; a somewhat sore point this meeting was, for Florence was looked upon by Stella's father as something of a Bohemian. She was a painter, and knew all the Art classes and the fees that had to be paid, and led Stella into the world of studios and models and girl friends. She knew how to find studios and could plan out a journey abroad. Stella's imagination was captured, and even if her father had tried to offer opposition to her leaving home he could not have prevented her, for she was an heiress (her mother was dead and had left her a considerable income); but he did not try, and the two girls set up house together in Chelsea; they travelled in Italy and Spain; they had a cottage in the country; they painted pictures and exhibited their pictures in the same exhibitions; they gave dances in their studios and were attracted by this young man and the other; but Stella did not give herself to any one, because, as she admitted to me, she was afraid that a lover would interrupt the devotion which she intended to give to Art. But life is forever casting itself into new shapes and forms, and no sooner had she begun to express herself in Art than she met me. I was about to go to Ireland to preach a new gospel, and must have seemed a very impulsive and fantastic person to her, but were not impulsiveness and fantasy just the qualities that would appeal to her? And were not gravity and good sense the qualities that would appeal to me, determined as I was then to indulge myself in a little madness?
I could not have chosen a saner companion than Stella; my instinct had led me to her; but because one man's instinct is a little more clear than another's, it does not follow that he has called reason to his aid. It must be remembered always that the art of painting is as inveterate in me as the art of writing, and that I am never altogether myself when far away from the smell of oil paint. Stella could talk to one about painting, and all through that wonderful summer described in Salve our talk flowed on as delightfully as a breeze in Maytime, and as irresponsible, flashing thoughts going by and avowals perfumed with memories. Only in her garden did conversation fail us, for in her garden Stella could think only of her flowers, and it seemed an indiscretion to follow her as she went through the twilight gathering dead blooms or freeing plants from noxious insects. But she would have had me follow her, and I think was always a little grieved that I wasn't as interested in her garden as I was in her painting; and my absent-mindedness when I followed her often vexed her and my mistakes distressed her.
You are interested, she said, only in what I say about flowers and not in the flowers themselves. You like to hear me tell about Miss —— whose business in life is to grow carnations, because you already see her, dimly, perhaps, but still you see her in a story. Forget her and look at this Miss Shifner!
Yes, it is beautiful, but we can only admire the flowers that we notice when we are children, I answered. Dahlias, china roses, red and yellow tulips, tawny wallflowers, purple pansies, are never long out of my thoughts, and all the wonderful varieties of the iris, the beautiful blue satin and the cream, some shining like porcelain, even the common iris that grows about the moat.
But there were carnations in your mother's garden?
Yes, and I remember seeing them being tied with bass. But what did you say yesterday about carnations? That they were the—
She laughed and would not tell me, and when the twilight stooped over the high trees and the bats flitted and the garden was silent except when a fish leaped, I begged her to come away to the wild growths that I loved better than the flowers.
But the mallow and willow-weed are the only two that you recognise. How many times have I told you the difference between self-heal and tufted vetch?
I like cow parsley and wild hyacinths and—
You have forgotten the name. As well speak of a woman that you loved but whose name you had forgotten.
Well, if I have, I love trees better than you do, Stella. You pass under a fir unstirred by the mystery of its branches, and I wonder at you, for I am a tree worshipper, even as my ancestors, and am moved as they were by the dizzy height of a great silver fir. You like to paint trees, and I should like to paint flowers if I could paint; there we are set forth, you and I.
I have told in Salve that in Rathfarnham she found many motives for painting; the shape of the land and the spire above the straggling village appealed to me, but she was not altogether herself in these pictures. She would have liked the village away, for man and his dwellings did not form part of her conception of a landscape; large trees and a flight of clouds above the trees were her selection, and the almost unconscious life of kine wandering or sheep seeking the shelter of a tree.
Stella was a good walker, and we followed the long road leading from Rathfarnham up the hills, stopping to admire the long plain which we could see through the comely trees shooting out of the shelving hillside.
If I have beguiled you into a country where there are no artists and few men of letters, you can't say that I have not shown you comely trees. And now if you can walk two miles farther up this steep road I will show you a lovely prospect.
And I enjoyed her grave admiration of the old Queen Anne dwelling-house, its rough masonry, the yew hedges, the path along the hillside leading to the Druid altar and the coast-line sweeping in beautiful curves, but she did not like to hear me say that the drawing of the shore reminded her of Corot.
It is a sad affectation, she said, to speak of Nature reminding one of pictures.
Well, the outlines of Howth are beautiful, I answered, and the haze is incomparable. I should like to have spoken about a piece of sculpture, but for your sake, Stella, I refrain.
She was interested in things rather than ideas, and I remember her saying to me that things interest us only because we know that they are always slipping from us. A strange thing for a woman to say to her lover. She noticed all the changes of the seasons and loved them, and taught me to love them. She brought a lamb back from Rathfarnham, a poor forlorn thing that had run bleating so pitifully across the windy field that she had asked the shepherd where the ewe was, and he had answered that she had been killed overnight by a golf-ball. The lamb will be dead before morning, he added. And it was that March that the donkey produced a foal, a poor ragged thing that did not look as if it ever could be larger than a goat, but the donkey loved her foal.
Do you know the names of those two birds flying up and down the river?
They look to me like two large wrens with white waistcoats.
They are water-ouzels, she said.
The birds flew with rapid strokes of the wings, like kingfishers, alighting constantly on the river, on large mossy stones, and though we saw them plunge into the water, it was not to swim, but to run along the bottom in search of worms.
But do worms live under water?
The rooks were building, and a little while after a great scuffling was heard in one of the chimneys and a young jackdaw came down and soon became tamer than any bird I had ever seen, tamer than a parrot, and at the end of May the corncrake called from the meadow that summer had come again, and the kine wandered in deeper and deeper and deeper herbage. The days seemed never to end, and looking through the branches of the chestnut in which the fruit had not begun to show, we caught sight of a strange spectacle. Stella said, A lunar rainbow, and I wondered, never having heard of or seen such a thing before.
I shall never forget that rainbow, Stella, and am glad that we saw it together.
In every love story lovers reprove each other for lack of affection, and Stella had often sent me angry letters which caused me many heart-burnings and brought me out to her; in the garden there were reconciliations, we picked up the thread again, and the summer had passed before the reason of these quarrels became clear to me. One September evening Stella said she would accompany me to the gate, and we had not gone very far before I began to notice that she was quarrelling with me. She spoke of the loneliness of the Moat House, and I had answered that she had not been alone two evenings that week. She admitted my devotion. And if you admit that there has been no neglect—
She would not tell me, but there was something she was not satisfied with, and before we reached the end of the avenue she said, I don't think I can tell you. But on being pressed she said:
Well, you don't make love to me often enough.
And full of apologies I answered, Let me go back.
No, I can't have you back now, not after having spoken like that.
But she yielded to my invitation, and we returned to the house, and next morning I went back to Dublin a little dazed, a little shaken.
A few days after she went away to Italy to spend the winter and wrote me long letters, interesting me in herself, in the villagers, in the walks and the things that she saw in her walks, setting me sighing that she was away from me, or that I was not with her. And going to the window I would stand for a long time watching the hawthorns in their bleak wintry discontent, thinking how the sunlight fell into the Italian gardens, and caught the corner of the ruin she was sketching; and I let my fancy stray for a time unchecked. It would be wonderful to be in Italy with her, but—
I turned from the window suspicious, for there was a feeling at the back of my mind that with her return an anxiety would come into my life that I would willingly be without. She had told me she had refrained from a lover because she wished to keep all herself for her painting, and now she had taken to herself a lover. She was twenty years younger than I was, and at forty-six or thereabouts one begins to feel that one's time for love is over; one is consultant rather than practitioner. But it was impossible to dismiss the subject with a jest, and I found myself face to face with the question—If these twenty years were removed, would things be different? It seemed to me that the difficulty that had arisen would have been the same earlier in my life as it was now, and returning to the window I watched the hawthorns blowing under the cold grey Dublin sky.
The problem is set, I said, for the married, and every couple has to solve it in one way or another, but they have to solve it; they have to come to terms with love, especially the man, for whom it is a question of life and death. But how do they come to terms? And I thought of the different married people I knew. Which would be most likely to advise me—the man or the woman? It would be no use to seek advice; every case is different, I said. If anybody were to advise me it would be the man, for the problem is not so difficult for a woman. She can escape from love more easily than her lover or her husband; she can plead, and her many pleadings were considered, one by one, and how in married life the solution that seems to lovers so difficult is solved by marriage itself, by propinquity. But not always, not always. The question is one of extraordinary interest and importance; more marriages come to shipwreck, I am convinced, on this very question than upon any other. In the divorce cases published we read of incompatibility of temper and lack of mutual tastes, mere euphemisms that deceive nobody. The image of a shipwreck rose up in me naturally. She will return, and like a ship our love for each other will be beaten on these rocks and broken. We shall not be able to get out to sea. She will return, and when she returns her temperament will have to be adjusted to mine, else she will lose me altogether, for men have died of love, though Shakespeare says they haven't. Manet and Daudet—both died of love; and the somewhat absurd spectacle of a lover waiting for his mistress to return, and yet dreading her returning, was constantly before me.
It often seemed to me that it was my own weakness that created our embarrassment. A stronger man would have been able to find a way out, but I am not one that can shape and mould another according to my desire; and when she returned from Italy I found myself more helpless than ever, and I remember, and with shame, how, to avoid being alone with her, I would run down the entire length of a train, avoiding the empty carriages, crying Not here, not here! at last opening the door of one occupied by three or four people, who all looked as if they were bound for a long journey. I remember, too, how about this time I came with friends to see Stella, whether by accident or design, frankly I know not; I only know that I brought many friends to see her, thinking they would interest her.
If you don't care to come to see me without a chaperon, I would rather you didn't come at all, she said, humiliating me very deeply.
It seemed to me, I answered, blushing, that you would like to see ——, and I mentioned the name of the man who had accompanied me.
If I am cross sometimes it is because I don't see enough of you.
It seems to me that it was then that the resolve hardened in my heart to become her friend ... if she would allow me to become her friend. But in what words should I frame my request and my apology? All the time our life was becoming less amiable, until one evening I nipped the quarrel that was beginning, stopping suddenly at the end of the avenue.
It is better that we should understand each other. The plain truth is that I must cease to be your lover unless my life is to be sacrificed.
Cease to be my lover!
That is impossible, but a change comes into every love story.
The explanation stuttered on. I remember her saying: I don't wish you to sacrifice your life. I have forgotten the end of her sentence. She drew her hand suddenly across her eyes. I will conquer this obsession.
A man would have whined and cried and besought and worried his mistress out of her wits. Women behave better than we; only once did her feelings overcome her. She spoke to me of the deception that life is. Again we were standing by the gate at the end of the chestnut avenue, and I remembered her telling me how a few years ago life had seemed to hold out its hands to her; her painting and her youth created her enjoyment.
But now life seems to have shrivelled up, she said; only a little dust is left.
Nothing is changed, so far as you and I are concerned. We see each other just the same.
I am no more to you than any other woman.
She went away again to Italy to paint and returned to Ireland, and one day she came to see me, and remained talking for an hour. I have no memory of what we said to each other, but a very clear memory of our walk through Dublin over Carlisle Bridge and along the quays. I had accompanied her as far as the Phoenix Park gates, and at the corner of the Conyngham Road, just as I was bidding her goodbye, she said:
I want to ask your advice on a matter of importance to me.
And to me, for what is important to you is equally important to me.
I am thinking, she said, of being married.
At the news it seems to me that I was unduly elated and tried to assume the interest that a friend should.
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2023.05.28 14:10 UnluckyRabbit9238 My mom's side of the family prefers my male cousins and I'm so tired of it.

I (18F) just graduated from high school a few days ago. I study abroad in an IB school and it was so challenging that I'm surprised I graduated, though I won't get the results of my finals until July. I've spent the last two years having breakdowns and crying myself to sleep and BEGGING my parents to let me change schools because of how hard the curriculum was. It especially took a toll on me because I've always been considered a top student so going from that to barely passing was a huge slap.
It's also important to mention that my mom is my grandmother's scapegoat. Because of this, my grandmother actively shows her favouritism of my cousins. It doesn't help that they're both boys as well. Every single one of their achievements has gotten a huge celebration. She travelled to another city so she didn't miss either one of their HS graduation. I didn't even get a text from her.
A few months ago, when I got accepted into a top university for the field I wanted to study, nobody on my mom's side of the family called or texted me. I expected this from my cousins as they had no way of knowing but my mom announced it on the "adults only" family group chat so my aunt and grandmother don't have an excuse, especially since my cousins got a huge celebration when they got into mediocre universities.
Also, every summer, she wakes my sister and I up at 5am to make us cook for my cousins. Mind you, they're both adults (19 & 24) and know how to cook. She makes us to their laundry and everything too.
My cousin "Ali" (24M) texted me yesterday to congratulate me on graduating. It made me cry. We're not very close but the fact that he was the only one who remembered was a bittersweet feeling. He asked me where I planned to go to university and urged me to study in the same city as him.
Also, this treatment isn't remotely normal in her culture. I'm Turkish, my mom is half Turkish half French, with my grandmother being fully French. She actively believes the French are more "civilised" than Turkish people. My dad's side of the family (Turkish) called me during my ceremony to express how proud they were of me which honestly felt amazing.
I'm very hurt that not even my aunt called to congratulate me, especially since she has always voiced her concerns about my grandmother's treatment of my sister and I. I feel betrayed and abandoned, I'm honestly considering going no contact with that side besides Ali because I can't deal with this anymore. I'm so tired.
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2023.05.28 13:50 Cool_ball999 Awaken 19/ a prey's pride

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This took an unbearable amount of time, sorry, I was busy with tests and you know… school stuff, it's not looking good for my writing, I pretty much only have free time with my phone for only 2 hours a day except for weekends. As a compensation for the ridiculous amount of time this chapter took, it's going to be extra long, and have action parts again (kind of) and some gore, enjoy!
—-~----
"What was it again?"
"Schen- i mean Schon"
"Right, what got you here, near the edge and all? It's a nice edge, but still an edge"
"Desperate for work I guess, I assume you're the same?"
Schon… no, Schen… answered as he took a sip out of his drink, it isn't as bad as he thought it would be, it's sweet, and at least it isn't recycled water.
"Kind of, I just work here because… well… my skill set isn't impressive"
"A loader, no? All that work in the cargo bay?"
"Yeah, what does it feel like being an SC?"
"Being a security captain feels…"
Schen took a glance at his tag, hidden beneath his shirt and new uniform, a piece of memory and evidence of who he once was.
"...familiar"
"Oh yeah… aren't you an ex-mil?"
"I am"
"Why did you quit?"
"It's… it got a bit too mu it can ch for me, though i do miss my team, best few people i've ever worked with"
"Good terms?"
"Brothers, live by them, die by them, not literal on the latter of course, but it can happen, too bad we're disbanded now"
"Why?"
"Let's just say they don't wanna work without their favorite captain"
"Oh… Where are they now?"
"Living their best life with their family i hope, least there's nothing to threaten their lives there"
"Why don't you go back to yours?"
"Don't have one, too old to return back home and do nothing, and too old to find a mate, kinda missed my chance back then"
"And you're satisfied with just being an SC in a random cargo ship that visits edge territories?"
"It's still something, besides, i've got more than enough experience for it… hmm… lunch's over, good talk"
"Looks like it is, nice to know you… Schon?"
He nodded in confirmation, and went to pay for his lunch. It was decent, but he'd rather have it stale than having to actually pay, he can't believe he actually missed those stale rations. Perhaps because he was used to it, old habits and preferences are hard to shake off, they said. He went back to his post, just a little room filled with camera monitors with a teeny tiny armory next to it. Genuinely, it looked pathetic next to the military armory he was used to.
But the weapons were familiar, kind of, just lacking the usual stopping power and attachments of the ones he used to have. After the (unfortunate) disbanding of his team and his (honorable) discharge from the military as well as the new (rather stupid if you ask him) identity of Schon, he was desperate for work. It's his fault really, he should've been at home enjoying the rest of his life now that that Schen technically no longer exists.
But the soldier in him wanted to do something, so he did, and now here he is, a simple SC in a cargo ship, which took an unnecessary amount of effort, as apparently the union was still somewhat skittish about the video he broadcasted before he went on the temporary desertion, but now that he knows everything, it doesn't really matter. It isn't bad by any means, but it ain't the military, and the more he worked the more he wished for a pirate attack. He also just missed being together with his team, but alas, they have their own lives, so he had to let them go, though he does have their contact number saved on his personal datapad.
He turned on the only monitor inside his room that isn't used to look through a camera, and looked for anything interesting in the network. Interesting as in any news regarding the 'Goels' and their recent introduction, he had been keeping a close eye on it. He doesn't need to, it isn't his business anymore and if he tried to make it his business again he can expect agents on his tail, but since he was heavily involved anyway, he thought why not as well do it. And it was just fine so far, though he has no clue how the green one, Abel if his memory serves him, turned from a drone to… well… that.
He learned a bit about who humans are, and what humanity was like, before it went away and was 'replaced' by the Goels. And as far as he knows they're dead, like extinct dead, so obviously the appearance of the cheery human male that acted as the Goel ambassador shocked him. He still has no clue now, though his theory as to how essentially boils down to 'ancient civilization fuckery'. And as far as he can tell, there's no problem with that, yet, the discussions were relatively smooth if the news were to be trusted and the council seems to actually starting to trust the Goels, kind of.
He browsed through the tabs and websites, most of which he already read and glossed over.
Trade offer accepted between union and Goels
No surprise there, no man or woman in the council wanted to pass up such a deal.
Military showcase ends in awe, fear, and admirance
He saw the videos on that one, it was impressive.
Goel ambassador visits Caevit palace garden, Godfather was shook
He suppose having such an important guest roaming around your garden can be a bit complicated, so he understands.
Goel ambassador faints during a direct discussion with the council, paramedics clueless
Now that's interesting, and frankly worrying, he didn't get to see the full broadcast yesterday, actually he missed most of it, so he didn't get to see what happened.
"What happened to you?"
He mumbled as he read the article and looked at the pictures and videos of the accident. Unknown cause, immediately escorted, and the sudden silence from the Goels, and it has been for almost half a cycle now. Strange, he looked through the video again, watched how Abel behaved, and noted the many oddities present. He seemed just fine, just giving his presentation to the council as professional as one can be as an ambassador and then suddenly he just… dropped, he thought about exhaustion at first, but the longer he thinks about it the dumber it gets.
No way the current Abel is human, he was explicitly told by him that there are no humans left, so what is it?. He couldn't come up with anything, but kept it in mind as he looked for more info on the current situation. It wasn't long until he realized there's nothing else he can learn and turned off the computer. He looked at the time, and suddenly remembered something vital, alcohol break, he reached down under his desk and took out a bottle, the very same one that he took to the desert planet with him.
No shot glass no problem, he popped the cap off and drink straight from the bottle, not very classy but whatever. He hid it back under the desk and walked out of his office now that he actually remember something actually vital, his men. The security team more precisely, and he's the current captain, someone's had to check on them. He ran into one guard waiting around the cafeteria and greeted them.
"All good?"
"All good, no danger"
"Yet, keep an eye out, and if you can, help anyone in need, being a security isn't just about holding weapons and warding off pirates, you should know that by now"
"Yes sir, sorry"
"Sigh i've worked with trainees that are better than this"
He grumbled as he left to look for another man to inspect. His new subordinates are… a particular group. Some of them take the job seriously, some are a bit more relaxed but still vigilant, but most, like the one he just gave a mouthful to is God awful, improper stance, manners, no incentives, and utterly basic in weapon mastery. He has to cut them some slack, they're just basic security after all, not soldiers, but still. He ran into a more favorable one patrolling the hallway leading to the reactor, he actually knows this one's name, Koern, a Civean, and he couldn't be more glad he actually got a salute from him.
"Greetings, Captain Schon, is there any problem?"
"It's Sche- i mean… yes thank you, and no, there's no problem, just daily inspection"
"I see, how do I do?"
"As usual, very good, keep It up"
"Thank you sir… sir can i ask you something? I've been considering looking for you but now you're here…"
"Sure, i can spare some time"
"Can I request a leave from you sir?"
"I can if there are valid reasons"
"I've requested it to the captain, but all she said is that i should ask you first"
"I see, but what's the reason?"
"Family matter, I have a relative on a planet named Rosan IV, ever heard of it?"
"Isn't that the newly built colony planet?"
"It is, a much better built colony compared to the rest, new union projects and all that stuff, my cousin signed up for it, we've been communicating just fine so far, until a few days ago"
"What happened?"
"I don't know, he just went… silent, i thought okay, maybe he's busy or there's a problem with the communication there, so i just waited, but it has been too long now, usually he sends a message almost daily, now there's nothing"
"I don't think you need to ask for a leave in that case"
"Why?"
"Rosan IV is in the list of destination of this ship, station building material shipping, after this one we should be on the way there"
"Oh thank God, i knew i should've checked the list"
"Well… this is an edge operating ship, you know? In that case, all you'll need is a shore leave on any station there, short but should be enough for you to check in on your cousin"
"That's all i need sir, thank you"
"Of course, now continue your work, we'll be there before you know it"
"Yes sir"
Schen walked away with a little curiosity in his mind, Rosan IV huh? isn't that the planet that's been really silent? He remembered a conversation at the cafeteria, a few people were talking about it. Some talk about how stupid of a project it was, how it was no different than any other colony, a 'gold plated' lie if you will. But most were talking about how it became a 'ghost' of sorts, communications fell, ships that come and go there go missing, a few creepy tales here and there, it was almost a horror story.
He doubted it, such an ambitious project is bound to have some issues, there's a huge price for luxury, and that price is probably hitting right now. Which made him worried a little, a new colony is a gold mine for pirates and raiders, that was probably the price, pirate intervention. But if all goes well, it shouldn't be that bad, no way those ridiculous stories are real…. Maybe.
—-~----
Rana sat down on his padded seat, in his room, in his literal castle, thinking, not about anything in particular, but just thinking. And maybe glossing over his new arm again, to be in awe again, he still doesn't know how the movement is that smooth. Pearl white, shaped just like his other arm, even has the claws, and probably smoother in terms of movements than his actual arm despite being a prosthetic. It has been quite a while since his particular experience on that planet, and the prosthetic is still not showing any issue, any normal prosthetic would break down or need maintenance after this long of a time.
It's also… self repairing? He's not sure if he's hallucinating, but he's pretty sure the arm rebuilt itself after he accidentally bumped it into something hard. A small piece of the outer casing fell off, he didn't pay much attention to it, until it disappeared minutes after when he tried to look at it to see how bad it was. All in all, a new experience, awe inducing and a bit scary, would be really nice too, if it wasn't for-
"Rana"
"AAH! Oh… dad…"
-That, his father.
"It's time to-"
"Look at my arm and pry it open, i know"
"Good, let's-"
"But why?"
"Sigh Rana, we had this conversation before, you know the reasons"
"Well I don't want to care about it!"
"It's for our people…"
"No, it's for yourself! Come on dad! Don't you hear what they said? What did they offer? They gave us everything!"
"No one in this universe, organic or not, is stupid enough to give away vital information and material to someone else they just met, they must be hiding something"
"So they're lying, is that it?"
"Yes, i… we believe so"
"Okay, give me a reason why they're lying"
"That's what a dumb leader would do"
"Oh please, don't act like dad's not just another servant to the matriarch"
"She's your grandma"
"Doesn't change anything dad, and no, i don't like laying on a bed while people i don't know try to pry open my arm"
"Sigh does that mean you don't-"
"No"
"Fine… as you wish… but i hope you can understand"
"I already understand, and i don't like it"
"....."
Rana heard his room's door opening and then closing behind him, and sighed. Life hasn't been the same since he returned, his father has been a lot more serious, he can understand that, it makes sense. But he had been putting him into these weird 'inspections' ; they weren't inspections, they were straight up experiments, to try and pry open his new arm. That was how he discovered the last strange and fascinating thing about it, it can feel pain.
He remembered how everyone in the room froze when he screamed in pain, they were bewildered. It was only when he kicked the person inserting some sort of needle-like thing into the gaps of his prosthetic in the face that they knew what was happening. And yet, knowing what it does, his father still insists they do more of his experiments. It doesn't seem to matter how many anesthetics, painkillers and other treatments have been done, he can still feel the pain, it pops up from time to time, sometimes waking him from his sleep.
It was not something he wants to go through again, even if he's unconscious during the operation. At Least it isn't everyday he gets 'inspected' thanks to someone who dislikes the idea as much as he did. Rana heard his door open again, and smiled knowing who it was.
"Rana? Honey? There you are…"
"Hey mom…"
"Have you eaten yet?"
"Mom, a servant came here an hour ago, bringing the food, of course i did"
"Good, something to help you recover"
"Mom, I'm good, okay?"
"Nonsense…"
She gave him a pat and a scratch on the head, his favorite guilty pleasure. He always feels like he's still a child everytime she does it, and not a grown man, but it would be a total lie to say he doesn't like it.
"You need energy to recover from that"
She tapped his prosthetic.
"It's not like it's gonna grow back…"
"One can hope, it's terrible what happened to you"
"Well, it's okay now, they redeemed themselves"
"Hmph… no one's hurting my boy, no one, not even a sentient AI from a different era of the universe"
"Thanks mom… But i don't think you're fit enough to fight Cain"
"I'll beat him with my motherly aura, the thing he's missing, anyway, how's your arm, darling?"
"It's fine… still hurts sometimes"
"Sigh if only your father would listen, him and his ridiculous experiments, what's in that arm anyway?"
"Technology used by a race that defied time…"
"Doesn't justify him doing those things to you… he's been here, doesn't he?"
"He just left"
"Hmm…. You two had a talk?"
"He's just here to… you know what he does"
"Well glad to know he doesn't get through with it today, alright sweetie, just here to check up on you"
"Mom, i'm not a boy anymore"
"A boy you are not, you are a grown man, but my boy you are, and always will be, see you tomorrow honey"
"Stay safe"
"Always…"
Well that doesn't last long, Rana thought as his mother left the room, that's one of the issues they had since forever, she is always very busy. Because unlike father she's not the type to just sit behind a desk and give out orders, she's a lot more active, and caring at that. His father is the supreme general, sure, but Rana always looked up to her more, and her job as the health minister. She's always on a trip to visit hospitals all around the union and other things he doesn't know much about. And of course, unlike his father, that means she's not always home, shame.
Rana thought about it, and suddenly remembered his interaction with Lnaia that night when he first woke up to discover his arm missing. He never told it to her, but the reason she felt familiar is that both her and his mother have the same job, making sure of people's wellbeing. He thought maybe she would know, but maybe not everyone knows that the current Qrid health minister is married to the supreme general, it isn't exactly a super popular thing.
Sometimes Rana gets reminded of who his parents were everytime he looks at any news regarding the Goels, about Cain and Abel. Just how unironically similiar they are, to be so far apart in mindset and goals and yet so close to each other through love… well… atleast Cain and Abel did, he's not so sure about his parents, not anymore.
—-~----
Faen sat in his office, stressed out of his mind, everything has been a mess, Abel's incident at the councillor station, the countless interviews asking for his opinion, it was, somehow, getting a bit too much. Faen expected everything, but Abel passing out in the middle of a speech for no reason is not one of them, and for the Goels to go completely silent after, just what in the world is happening?. He doesn't like it, he doesn't like being out of control, out of the know, not knowing anything makes him uncomfortable, knowing that it can decide the fate of his kind made it near unbearable.
He founds himself scratching his own desk with his claws from all the stress, he stopped, and sighed as he brushed off the wood chips. Maybe he should he take his medications again, he opened a drawer on his desk and took out a small plastic container with labels on it, a medication for high blood pressure, he took one pill and set it back inside the drawer.
"Still on your meds, love?"
A voice came out of nowhere, it trigerred his instinct to reach for the concealed handgun next to him, but as he aimed towards whoever's in front of him, he realized it was a mistake.
"Yana…"
"Still as nimble as i remember, though you got a bit stiff on the arms there"
"I thought you already left…"
"Come on Faen, both you and i know i wouldn't leave without at least saying goodbye to you"
"Is that all you're here for?"
He said as he put the gun away, coming back to a more calm demeanor.
"Of course not, i'm here to check up on our son, and talk to you"
He raised his eyebrow a bit at that.
"Rare…"
"Not as rare as you making a call to me, we need to talk Faen"
"About?..."
"Sometimes i wonder if you take all the medicine i prescribed for you…of course about our son!"
"Sigh is this about-"
"Yes! What makes you think it's a good idea to probe our son like he's some sort of foreign creature?"
"I've taken every precaution, he's been given anesthetics and-"
"Oh i don't care, it's not about how bad of a pain he's experiencing, or how subdued it is so it's not dangerous, this is about him experiencing it in the first place! that's not supposed to happen!"
"Yana, please, we have the best doctors working on him"
"Well I don't believe you…"
"Why?"
"Because I'm the health minister and I need to see their license, and if I don't… i see them as unqualified as to even hold a needle, but i'm here not to hear you say what or… how you do this, we've been there, it doesn't matter… he's still our son and i disagree, what i want to know is why"
Faen massaged his forehead out of annoyance.
"Because-"
"You're scared…. I know"
"What?"
"You're scared of the Goels, of their ways"
"Anyone would"
"I know… and you're trying to do something about it…"
She sat down on the chair right in front of his desk, it was preserved for only other generals and the matriarch herself, incase of a private meeting, her sitting there is technically illegal.
"....But does that change anything? Change the fact that they offer help?"
"You can't trust anyone just like that, they're hiding something"
"And you can't just distrust them for the same reason, it goes both ways, even if they are, is that really a reason for you to dissect our son?"
"It's just his arm"
"So what? You're trying to take it off and leave him armless?"
"It's not the only prosthetic in the world"
"And yet the finest! You have to admit it, they are superior in many ways, they are thousands of years ahead of us, I have never seen such a sophisticated prosthetic before, you know me, this is my field, and that thing on him makes our best prosthetic look ancient!"
"But then what am I supposed to do? Do nothing? Sit there as those things do whatever they want to us? to the union?"
"No! you work with them… i heard what you two were fighting about, i was outside, about why the Goels have no reason to lie, and i agree with him"
"Then what?"
"Here's the thing Faen, there's a difference between being exploited, and working together… they're looking forward to working with you, giving the union their technology and helping it improve… you on the other hand… want to exploit them, learn what they can do and how they did it and then see if you can do it for yourself, i get the point, but why would you steal something that is given out for free?"
"Do I really have to say this again? It's because-"
"Pride… It's because of pride… looks like the old sentiment that caused the great war all those years ago are still here… shame, i thought we would be better as a species, turns out we never change, what a disappointment"
She uttered those last words with bitterness and a flat face, and left the room without another word, she didn't look back, or say goodbye as she is probably leaving, as if she doesn't care anymore. Faen was half stunned, half angry at what she said, that was just her assumption, he reasoned to himself. But now he can't stop thinking about it, as much as he tries to deny it, is that really him? Is that what she thinks of him? A disappointment?
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2023.05.28 13:38 this_is_RD Can I earn a decent living as a high school dropout through graphic design?

Hello, I am an 18-year-old boy from India. I dropped out of high school at the age of 15 because of my mental illness. Since then, I am living an isolated life in my room. As a gifted kid, I always wanted to do great things in life. But unfortunately, I can't pursue my dreams due to social and economic factors. Right now, I am stuck in a terrible situation. BTW, I don't want to go into more detail.
So, here I am asking you guys, Is it possible to earn a decent living as a freelance graphic designer? I don't have a high school diploma and forget about professional degrees. Please share your experience and knowledge. I don't have any experience in freelancing or graphic design.
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2023.05.28 13:37 TampaCopWatch They got themselves a lil #policestate #roadpirates on Causeway 0738 052823

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2023.05.28 13:07 Collagesam What to do when you are new to AD

Hello .
We are a family of 4 ( 5 yr old girl and 10 yr old boy )
We are likely moving into o AD by the end of summer ( few decisions still pending ) so wanted to get to know how new expats adjust to the new world especially over the weekend ( without getting Sucked into the glamour and spending $$ to make it work )
During the weekdays I suspect it will be like Canada where it’s work and likely after school activities for the kids eg swimming/soccer(or football ) etc
In Canada , we have a lot of family and friends so weekends are always packed ( not necessarily something that is always welcomed !) but it could be low key hangout . In AD we will have a couple of friends who have been living there but that is it .
So how do people spend their time to ensure they adjust well ( especially kids )
Thanks
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2023.05.28 13:06 Joe_Townheed Long read. First attempt to write a short novel in English. Posting only few opening pages. Feedback is welcome.

I’m calling a cab via fucking Yandex Taxi app. I’m standing next to the old market with a large gym bag hanging off my shoulder and wish I would get home as soon as possible. This handcuffed town I have to live in, its streets filled with sanctimonious traditionalists, fussy freelancers, strong independent women and all the other ordinary beings have gotten me exhausted. Never met a guy who hates cab drivers as much as I do. Those cunning, filthy, despicable hustlers.
Someone picked up my order and I can see the son of a bitch to drive me. The name is Masturbek (what the fuck?!), the moron has a customer’s rating of 3.80 points. Watching his picture you could tell that he never bothered to spit out a chewing tobacco from underneath his lips before taking a profile photo. The fare would be 138 roubles. Seems like it’s gonna be some funny ride. So I stand there gazing into my phone’s screen as the guy with the funny name was approaching and drone on.
“Come on you dumb central Asian fuck, don’t keep me waiting. Here you go. Here you go. Almost there…”
Hopefully I’m getting home in quite without getting to listen to all those shit loaded story tales from this Masturbek about taxi driving not being his main income and how he’s actually being doing business with Elon Musk and how he’s about to marry a super model from Victoria Secrets pretty soon.
The white Priora parkes across the road. I walk towards the cab and get this weird feeling as if I was watching myself from outside. I’m a bit nervous because, can’t say why, but I always tend to get into an argument while having a ride with a cab. Hopefully today it is not the case. I can’t imagine how people actually manage to travel safely on public transports in this goddamn city. Also I noticed that here it often feels like all the strangers in the streets are watching you wherever you go. To be completely honest, that feeling never leaves me, even when I'm alone and that sense freaks me out because somehow I’m sure that The One who‘s watching me all the time, even in my solitude, is not the one to mess around with.
So finally I land my ass into that cab with a feeling as if my legs were drained of blood. I mutter towards the driver without even looking at him. “Let's go brother. There is no one else with me” “ Sure thing fella. I know you are alone”
I look around studying the interiors of this piece of crap that the russian car industry deems an automobile. What a disgraceful shame is it. I smell a stench whether from dirty underpants or a rotting fish, can’t tell for sure. It is so familiar to me but I can’t say if it’s having me feel nostalgic or anxious. I couldn’t help myself but ask.
« Where the fuck is that stench coming from dude? It makes my sick. Either you've been banging some hobo in here, or you've been giving Aquaman a ride. »
He giggles over my comment and goes like « Or it could have been that I banged the Aquaman right where you’re sitting » and laughs out loud and blazing with his golden dental crowns.
This guy looks weird. I saw a huge scar across his face, while observing him. One of his eyes was pale - colourless and the other was brown. « Uncle, what's up with your ugly face? Seems like life hasn’t been too much friendly to you lately huh? »
He didn't even look at me in response, he only mumbled « You don’t wanna fuck around like that young man. This life is equally ruthless to everyone not just me »
That moment I felt sorry for him. Those words were surprisingly well articulated for some cab driving central Asian poor bastard. Not that it was something extraordinary to be said but still it pierced me like a spear in my chest. I felt ashamed of my behaviour. It’s funny how I, at the age of 28 while sitting in this frantically stinking cab, suddenly began to reflect on my provocative attitude which I’ve had ever since I remember myself. This situation made me realise that whole my goddamn life unconsciously I’d been seeking for a cause that would finally put me out of my misery they call life. Now I see it clearly. I see the reason for me constantly running into conflicts with people around without even having a good explanation of such actions. No, never have I been a tough guy, or some daredevil. Nor was I some lone wolf defying this grim existence which i always saw as a shadow casted by Satan. All I was looking for was death, simple as that. I can see now why I was able to confront all those bullies from high school so boldly even thou I would get beaten every fucking time as I did so, or as it was when I woud deliberately go to the bars where non-russians weren’t welcome, or as in the cases when I would tastelessly joke about sheep-fucking while being surrounded by daggies and armenians, or when I would carelessly cross a road at red light, or when I woud order that big ass doner with vietnamese red sauce from which you get a heart attack… Or as it often occurred when I would go after those ex-lover boys of yours to get piece of them. Numerous brawls in front of cops, standing up for some bitch-ass losers harassed by street hooligans, all this crazy shit I’ve been constantly doing never happened because I sought for justice as I used to believe. It was just me trying to kill myself for I despised everything that exists including myself. What a fucking disgrace. Suddenly Masturbek mumbled to me « That’s one interesting dilemma boy, isn’t it? When you want to kill yourself so bad whilst being a convinced monotheist. That’s some funny shit huh ? What you gonna do about it bro? Be or not to be? Relax already, I’m just teasing ya. We arrived. »
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2023.05.28 13:03 FelicitySmoak_ On This Day In Michael Jackson HIStory - May 28th

On This Day In Michael Jackson HIStory - May 28th
1971 - The Jackson 5 play at the Spectrum (now closed - 2009) in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
1988 - Michael's duet with Stevie Wonder , "Get It", from Stevie's album Characters peaks at #80 on the Hot 100 Chart while it was at #6 on the R&B chart
1989 - Michael was one of the few winners present at the Black Radio Exclusive awards show at the Universal Amphitheater in Los Angeles. He was honored as the "Triple Crown Winner for Outstanding Achievement in Pop, Rock and Soul."
The elegantly laminated plaque has a black and gold edging, with purple printing on a faux-marble background, with a stylized photo image of Michael in his trademark black fedora.
1997 - His 2nd day in Poland starts with a stop at the presidential palace where Michael is received by the first lady. In his quest for a residence in Poland, he then visits the luxury Hotel Bristol. Price for the hotel ended up being too high. He then went to the Warsaw City Hall where he signed a “preliminary letter of intent” to develop a 'Michael Jackson’s Family Entertainment Park', in the Polish capital.

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“My dream is to appeal to the child that lives in the heart of every man and woman on this planet and to create something in Poland that is so unique and so unusual that it cannot be experienced in any other place", he said
The letter mentioned no price, but Jackson’s business manager, Tarak Ben Ammar, said in an interview that estimates of Jackson’s contribution range between $100 million and $300 million--modest sums by Western theme park standards. Poland would add an unknown amount.

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" I would also like to tell a great truth, I have traveled all over the world six times and have been everywhere, but nowhere I liked it more than in Poland. A visit to Poland is the fulfillment of my childhood dreams...."
He shops at the Kidiland toy store, reportedly in the amount of $670,000. He then goes to the children's hospital, with his arms loaded with gifts.

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Next he takes a helicopter to Lubiaz, in order to see Cistercian Abbey of Lubiaz, wich he also planned to purchase. Accompanied by Professor Marek Kwiatkowski, who guided him during his visit, Michael spends 45 minutes marveling at the Baroque architecture and the relics. He'll even try a little "heehee" in the middle of the Hall des Princes to test the acoustics! Michael, who wanted to settle in Poland, already saw himself owning this old building, despite the millions of dollars in restoration to be expected.

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In the evening, he flies to Bremen, Germany where in three days he will begin the 2nd leg of his HIStory Tour.

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The plans to build the amusement park at a nearby military airport won approval from state officials in February 1998. Michael asks for sketches to be drawn up for the proposed theme parks, however, following the project’s approval and a huge hiatus, the army owning the airport does not agree to make it available for the park. Two grounds pointed out by the government will also be denied due to local protests. The Polish government abandons this project altogether and nothing will come out of it
2004 - Santa Barbara County Superior Court Judge Rodney Melville has ordered a trial-setting conference hearing today. Thomas Mesereau, Brian Oxman & Joe Jackson go to the courthouse; Michael's appearance isn't required. They argue for a reduction in his $3-million bail and seek an order to force prosecutors to move faster in sharing evidence.
In accusing the prosecution of moving too slowly in giving the defense access to the evidence, as required by law, Mesereau said Michael's right to a fair trial was “jeopardized by the undue delay of discovery.”
“The investigation of this case involves dozens of, if not over 100 witnesses, voluminous documents and expert examination on a variety of topics,” Jackson’s lawyers wrote. “The defense needs ample time to conduct follow-up witness interviews, locate and interview rebuttal witnesses and conduct its own forensic examinations, among other things.”
Prosecutors have responded that they have turned over vast amounts of evidence already and are processing the information they have as quickly as possible. They also are strongly resisting an attempt by Mesereau to substantially reduce Jackson’s bail on grounds that it is much higher than the bail for other defendants facing similar charges.
The bail-reduction request notes that Jackson has no prior record, arrests or convictions & that he has fully complied with all conditions of his release on bail, including attending court when ordered.
“Mr. Jackson’s ties to this community are substantial,” the defense motion states. “The record reveals that Mr. Jackson is not a flight risk or a danger to the community. It is also apparent that Mr. Jackson intends to confront and vigorously defend rather than evade the allegations in this case.”
Though Mesereau noted that Santa Barbara County’s bail schedule calls for bail of about $135,000 for the conspiracy and molestation charges in the grand jury complaint, prosecutors oppose the request on grounds that Jackson is a flight risk and that his wealth should be a factor in retaining high bail.
Melville said early in the proceedings that he hoped a trial could begin before the end of this year, but legal experts and many criminal lawyers predicted that would be impossible.
September 13 is set as the date for the trial to begin
On another legal front, Janet Arvizo filed a claim against county child protection officials accusing them of moving too slowly in investigating leaks to the media that were helpful to Jackson’s defense.
Before a psychiatrist who had examined Gavin told Santa Barbara County officials that the child had been molested, Welfare officials had interviewed the family after Living With Michael Jackson aired in early 2003
A memo written by authorities after Jackson’s arrest said the family had denied any sexual abuse. The memo was subsequently released on a website.
Attorney Larry R. Feldman, representing the Arvizos, said he filed the claim, a necessary step before a lawsuit, to force county officials to speedily conclude their investigation to ensure that such a breach of confidentiality “will never occur again to another innocent child.”
2006 - Michael visited a Tokyo orphanage and told a group of 140 excited children "I love you" in Japanese. Michael's van was swarmed by 100+ fans as he arrived. Inside the Seibi Gakuen children's home, he watched a performance of traditional music and dance by the children before speaking briefly on stage. He later shook hands and signed autographs for the children.

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Michael's children and Grace visited with the children on this tour of the Japanese orphanage.

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"I look forward to seeing old friends and saying hello to my huge fan base in Japan who, like my other fans around the world, have for so many years consistently shown their love and support to me and my family."- MJ
"Everyone couldn't believe such a big international star was visiting us," said Kiyoko Mito, headmistress of the Christian-run school. "The children only believed me after seeing the news yesterday that Michael Jackson was actually in Japan," she said
2009 - Having not heard from AEG regarding his salary, Conrad Murray sent another email to AEG & receives a response from Tim Wooley

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2013 - Jackson v AEG Trial Day 18
Katherine, Janet, Rebbie and Randy Jackson are in court. Only one of the siblings was allowed in the courtroom as they are potential witnesses. Janet accompanied Katherine during morning session while Rebbie was with her during the afternoon session.
Paul Gongaware Testimony
Jackson direct
Paul Gongaware is one of the defendants in the case. He's an adverse witness called by the plaintiffs. Gongaware is Co-CEO of Concerts West, part of AEG Live. Gongaware has toured with Beach Boys, Led Zeppelin and is currently on tour with The Rolling Stones. He worked for Jerry Weintraub in the 80s
He produced Prince's tour in 2004. He has not promoted/produced tours since. Gongaware has not talked to Prince after the tour
Gongaware was a CPA licensed in NY and Washington. He said he believes he's still licensed but hasn't checked status since there's no need
Gongaware testified that landing Jackson, whom he felt was the biggest artist of his era, was huge for AEG. In a 2008 email to AEG Live President and Chief Executive Randy Phillips, Gongaware described how the company should approach Jackson and his manager about a possible comeback tour:
We need to start at the fundamentals. How we do it. The difference between [Live Nation] and us is huge. We are artist-based, they are Wall Street-driven. We are smart people. We are completely honest and transparent with everything we do. That's how [founder] Phil [Anschutz] wants it
Gongaware said he worked on an Elvis Presley tour. Panish asked if Elvis died of drug overdose, and Gongaware said "Yes". Gongaware replied to a condolences' email on July 5, 2009:
I was working on the Elvis tour when he died, so I kind of knew what to expect. Still quite a shock

"So you knew what to expect when Michael Jackson passed away, is that right, sir?", Brian Panish asked.
"I kind of knew what was going to happen, yes",Gongaware answered.
Despite working as a tour promoter for 37 years -- including for Led Zeppelin, the Grateful Dead and many others -- Gongaware testified that the only artist he ever knew that was using drugs on tour was Rick James
Panish asked about working for Jackson 5, Gongaware said had no interaction with Michael. Gongaware was a logistics manager on the Dangerous tour in 92-93. Panish said Michael made $100 million and donated it to charity. Gongaware said he didn't know
When Gongaware met Jackson was with Colonel Parker (Elvis' manager) in Las Vegas. Michael had wanted to meet the Colonel
Gongaware explained the difference between being tour manager and managing the tour. He talked about Michael's History tour

Panish: "You knew that Michael had been to rehab during the dangerous tour?"
Gongaware: "Yes, based on the statement he made after the tour"
Gongaware said he never knew MJ was involved with drugs until after the end of the Dangerous tour. Gongaware told LAPD he was aware of Jackson's previous use of pills/painkillers but did not want to get involved. Gongaware had known for years that Michael Jackson was taking painkillers but wasn't aware he was abusing them until MJ abruptly canceled his Dangerous world tour in the early 1990s to enter rehab. Gongaware said he knew of "two occasions" when Michael used painkillers between shows, but he claimed he didn't grasp the scope of the Michael's sickness until the taped 1993 announcement. "I would dispute knowing that he had a problem. I wasn't aware that there were problems", Gongaware said
Gongaware said he knew a doctor was medicating Jackson during the Dangerous tour but did not find out why the tour was eventually cut short. "Didn't have time,I was just dealing with what was in front of me", he said
Panish said Dr. Finkelstein testified under oath that Gongaware knew Michael had problems with painkillers before the Dangerous tour ended.
Panish: "Do you dispute that?" (Finkelstein testimony)
Gongaware: "I knew that he had pain"
Gongaware said Dr. Finkelstein is his doctor and friend and that they talk off and on, but he doesn't know specifics of the doctor's deposition. Dr. Finkelstein said he gave MJ painkillers after the concert in Bangkok following Michael's scalp surgery. In Gongaware's video deposition:
"Did you ever ask Dr. Finkelstein if he treated Michael during the Dangerous tour?"
"He wouldn't take about that stuff"
Another part of Gongaware's video depo: He said yes, he "occasionally treated Michael Jackson on the Dangerous tour"

Panish: "Were you always honest with Michael?"
Gongaware: "I believe I was"
Panish: "Did you throw around numbers to trick Michael Jackson?"
Gongaware: "I didn't try to trick Michael"
Panish elicited contradictory testimony asking over and over about Gongaware's memory, how long he spent with lawyers to discuss testimony.
On the Bad Tour MJ sold out 10 stadiums at 75,000 tickets per night.
Panish: "That's a pretty big number?"
Gongaware: "Huge"
Panish: "In 2 hours, how many tickets sold?"
Gongaware: "In initial presale we sold 31 shows"
Panish: "The fastest you had ever seen?"
Gongaware: "Yes"
"No one knows how many shows we can get with Mikey," said Gongaware. Panish asked about name "Mikey" - he said he used it occasionally
Email on 2/27/09 from Gongaware to Phillips:
We are holding all of the risk, if Michael won't approve it we go without his approval.We let Mikey know just what it will cost him in terms of him making money, and then we go with or without him in London. We cannot be forced into stopping this, which Michael will try to do because he is lazy and constantly changes his mind to fit his immediate wants.
Gongaware said his use "Mikey" was affectionate, not disparaging, and that the 'lazy' crack amounted to "poor choice of words" but one that accurately reflected how Michael "really didn't like to rehearse. He didn't like to do these kinds of things."
"People were aware at this point there would be a press conference. Michael wouldn't show up at the conference, it'd cost money," Gongaware said. "It wasn't much risk at all, we hadn't spent money," Gongaware said about that point of the tour. This was prior to news conference.
Gongaware said the situation in London, where they constantly referred to Michael as "Wacko Jacko" would impact marketability to sell tickets
"He doesn't want to do this kind of things, but it was important to show Michael to the world if he wanted to do a show," Gongaware explained
Jurors were shown several e-mails from Gongaware that Jackson lawyers suggested were evidence that AEG Live deliberately misled Jackson about how much money he would make from his comeback concerts and how many days he would have to rest between shows. Gongaware wrote to his boss, AEG Live President Randy Phillips, that they should present gross ticket sales numbers to Jackson, not the percentage of the net profits, during contract talks.
"Maybe gross is a better number to throw around if we use numbers with Mikey listening"
Panish talked about an email Gongaware sent to his secretary suggesting that she design a concert calendar for Jackson using light tan colors for show dates, while drawing attention to his rest days
Don't want the shows to stand out too much when Michael looks at it.Less contrast between work and off. Maybe off days in a contrasting soft color. Put 'OFF' in each off day after July 8, as well. Figure it out so it looks like he's not working so much.

Panish: "Did you want to change the color of the schedule to show Michael would not be working so hard?"
Gongaware: "Yes"
Panish: "Were you trying to fool him?"
Gongaware: "Nah, I wasn't trying to fool him, I wanted to present it in the best possible light"
Gongaware said it would be obvious when Michael would be working and not and he wasn't trying to trick him.
Email on 3/25/09 from Phillips to Gongaware:
"We need to pull the plug now. I will explain"

Panish: "Mr. Phillips wanted to pull the plug on the show, right sir?"
Gongaware: "I think he was referring to pull the plug on Karen Faye. We never talked about pulling the plug on the tour. Not that I recall"
"Kenny wanted the pull because the way she (Faye) handled situations," Gongaware explained. "She tried to control access to Michael and Kenny didn't like that"
Karen Faye expressed strong opinion that the tour as dangerous and impractical for MJ. Panish asked about a chain of emails where Gongaware said the pulling the plug refers to Ms. Faye. "I believe he was," Gongaware repeated.
In another March 25, 2009, email, Ortega wrote Gongaware that it was Faye's "strong opinion that this is dangerous and impractical with consideration to Michael's health and ability to perform.".
"I thought he was in good shape at the press conference, I was there," Gongaware said at the deposition. Gongaware was at O2 arena and Phillips was with Michael.
"Michael was late, Randy [Phillips] was saying I'm trying to get him going, I'm trying to get him going".
Panish: "Did Randy tell you MJ was drunk and despondent?"
Gongaware: "No, not drunk and despondent. Just said he was having hard time getting him going"
As to Dr. Conrad Murray, Gongaware said there was 1 rehearsal he said hello to him.
"It was basically a hello, on the floor at the Forum. Mikey asked me to retain him. I never hired him"
Panish played an interview of Phillips to SkyTV after Michael died:
"The guy is willing 2 leave his practice for large sum of money, so we hired him"
"I was told Michael wanted him as his doctor for the show," Gongaware said. Gongaware said Michael did not have any illness that he knew of.
Gongaware: "He had taken a physical, he passed the physical and from what I understand there was nothing wrong with him. Maybe some hay fever"
Panish: "Do you know what his blood test showed?"
Gongaware: "It showed it was good"
Gongaware said he received an email from Bob Taylor that everything was fine and that Michael had passed the physical. Gongaware said he never saw the results of the tests and doesn't know who saw them.
Panish showed video deposition of Gongaware and a declaration he signed about a month before giving the deposition. They contradict themselves.At first, Gongaware insisted he did no negotiating with Murray, but, confronted with emails and his previous testimony, he changed his position and said, "The only thing I did with Dr. Murray was negotiate a price." Gongaware said that neither he nor anyone at the AEG investigated Murray's background or credentials

Panish: "First you said how much did you want?"(to Dr. Murray)
Gongaware: "Yes"
Panish: "He said he wanted $5 million, right?"
Gongaware: "That's what he said. He said he had four clinics he would have to close, he would have to lay people off"
Gongaware said Dr. Murray had been Michael's personal doctor for the past 3 years. He said he did not know how many times MJ had seen the doctor. "Michael insisted on him, recommended him, and that was good enough for me, it was not for me to tell him who his doctor should be" Gongaware said
"The fact that he had been Michael Jackson's personal physician for three years was good enough for me," Gongaware said.
He said that Murray initially asked for $5 million to travel to London with Jackson and tend to him during the tour. "I just told him it wasn't going to happen," he said, recalling that Jackson then suggested offering him $150,000 a month. "Michael Jackson insisted on it and recommended him and it was not for me to tell him no," said Gongaware. "I wanted to provide what was necessary for him to do his job...He wanted a doctor and I wanted him to be healthy." Even after the offer of $150,000, Murray wasn't satisfied. "He started saying he wanted more and I said, 'The offer is coming directly from the artist," Gongaware said. Minutes later, he said Murray accepted.
"Did that seem desperate to you?" asked Panish.
"No," said Gongaware. "He just accepted Michael's offer."
"We agreed on what the compensation was going to be, but there were a lot of issues to be resolved," Gongaware said. Gongaware said he recalled meeting with Dr. Murray where he was told the doctor was going to take care of the medical licensing in London. Gongaware and Timm Wooley are longtime friends. They are currently working on The Rolling Stones tour. Gongaware said he negotiated the price for Dr. Murray, but didn't negotiate the contract. Gongaware explained that he didn't do the negotiation, he would normally refer that to Wooley.
Dr. Finkelstein and Gongaware have been friends for 35-plus years. Gongaware said he never offered Dr. Finkelstein the job of being MJ's doctor and said the doctor would be mistaken if he testified otherwise. Gongaware told the jury he called Dr. Finkelstein to ask what a fair price for a tour doctor would be. Doctor told him it was $10,000/week. As to Dr. Finkelstein wanting to be the tour doctor, Gongaware said he didn't recall specifically, but knew he wanted it."After his death we may have talked, but I don't recall specifics," Gongaware said. Gongaware said he sees Dr. Finkelstein a few times a year, but the subject of Michael never came up. Panish asked Gongaware if Dr. Finkelstein wanted to know if Michael was clean or using drugs. Gongaware said he didn't recall the conversation

Panish asked: "You could have told Dr. Murray at any time that his services were no longer needed, couldn't you?"
"No", Gongaware replied.
Panish: "You were involved in terminating one of the nannies who took care of Michael's kids?"
Gongaware: "Yes"
Gongaware told nanny, Grace Rwamba, that her services would not be needed anymore because AEG was cutting down on Michael's expenses
"I never read the contract, I was there when Michael signed it, but didn't see what was in it," Gongaware said, "Doctor Murray was 100% Michael's cost" Based on the contract, Gongaware said 95% of the production expenses were Michael's responsibility, 5% AEG.
Panish: "Who decided there was a need for a written contract with Dr. Murray?"
Gongaware: "I don't know"
Gongaware said that if the tour went forward, Dr. Murray would've made $1.5 million for 10 months. Ortega would've made almost that.
Gongaware said although AEG never did a background check on Murray, in his view they had "checked out" the doctor according to their standard practices. "When we check out someone, we either rely on if we know the person or if they're known in the industry or if they're recommended by the artist & in this case, Dr. Murray was recommended by the artist, in fact, the artist insisted"
Panish pressed Gongaware:
"You did nothing to verify anything about Dr. Murray, isn't that true, sir?"
Panish asked Gongaware if he approved budgets for April-July including Dr. Murray as production expense. He said he didn't know which budgets he approved. "It's my job to get that show on the road," Gongaware said.
Gongaware said he had to know how much the production had spent at any given time, but didn't have time to read the budget.
Panish: "Do you think you're good at your job, sir?"
Gongaware: "Yes"
Panish: "Very good?"
Gongaware: "I think so"
Gongaware testified that he didn't pay attention to the tour budgets that he approved, even though he was the tour manager.Paul Gongaware said he didn't read through the budgets, instead trusting that the tour accountant knew what he was talking about.
Gongaware testified that Dr. Murray's salary, although included in the company's budget for several months, wasn't something he saw as an actual payment that would be made. "If there's a potential for cost we put it in our budget so there are no surprises later", he said.
Gongaware often pleaded poor memory of events. He said he may have met with Jackson as many as 10 times, but could remember only two of the meetings and only one when Murray was present
Gongaware said he doesn't remember how many meetings he attended at Carolwood house. He didn't recall a meeting where a vase was broken. "There was a meeting where he signed the contract," Gongaware recalled, saying there were more but he doesn't remember specifics. At the meeting in early June, Gongaware said he was present along with Kenny, Randy, Frank DiLeo, Dr. Murray and Michael. "The meeting was about making sure Michael and Dr. Murray had everything they needed to care for Michael," Gongaware explained.
"Yes, we did talk about health-related issues. It was more a general meeting about what Dr. Murray would need", Gongaware said. He had told the police the topic of the meeting was Jackson's overall health ( i.e., diet, stamina and his weight)
He remembered that Jackson arrived late from a doctor's appointment and had slurred speech. Gongaware said Michael Jackson "was a bit off". "He was just coming back from visiting Dr. Klein. I believe he was under the influence of something. That was the only time I saw him like that", Gongaware said.
Jackson had missed a rehearsal and was thought to be dancing at home. However they discovered he was only watching video. Doctor Murray was receptive to their concerns and indicated he would take care of the situation
Court Transcript
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2023.05.28 12:54 IreyimikaTheLost Senji Muramasa's Profile (FGO Material XII) (LB6 Spoilers)

Senji Muramasa

Class: Saber
True Name: Senji Muramasa
Gender: Male
Source: Historical Fact
Region: Japan
Alignment: Chaotic-Balanced
Height: 167cm
Weight: 58kg
Strength: B
Endurance: A
Agility: D
Mana: E
Luck: B
Noble Phantasm: A+
Character Creator: Kinoko Nasu
Character Design: Takashi Takeuchi
Character Voice: Noriaki Sugiyama
Appearance in Main Works: Fate Grand/Order

Class Skills

Magic Resistance: B
Nullifies spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by greater magecraft and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for him to be affected.
Territory Creation: A
Senji Muramasa uses his own workshop, his forge, as his base. Obviously this skill is different from what mages use, but this Caster class skill is thought to have been granted to him upon his manifestation as a Servant as an interpretation of his abilities. He possesses an unparalleled Territory Creation ability, as he was an eminent craftsman.
Connoisseur of Blades: A
This skill is similar to Aesthetic Appreciation and represents understanding of armaments. A skill that allows him to instantly discern how to fight against normal weapons (not Noble Phantasms). The user gains an understanding of armaments other than swords if the skill is ranked above A. For allies, the skill can give sound advice and provide insight into the enemy's weakness.
Sire's Ill Omen: B
A skill derived from the legends about the swords bearing the Muramasa signature, the so-called "wicked swords of Muramasa." The swords created by Senji Muramasa and his school are said to bring misfortune to the leaders of the Tokugawa clan. In FGO, this skill is used as a special attack against administrators and kings.

Personal Skills

Tameshi-Mono: B+
An exercise meant to test the sharpness and sturdiness of a sword. Senji Muramasa is able to draw out the power within a weapon he touches, and if he is willing, he can release the weapon's full strength, though this destroys it in a single swing.
Karmic Eye: A
An ability that is dormant within one's body. It's a variation of Clairvoyance, and enhances both static and kinetic eyesight. It is a type of insight specialized for combat. He lacked the proper foresight of Clairvoyance...or at least that was supposed to be the limitation...but with Muramasa spending his lifetime peering into destiny in the flames of his forge, his eagle-eyed gaze not only enabled him to capture his prey, but also fate itself. increase C. Star Drop Rate, increase Critical Strength and Apply Ignore Invincible (Is it possible for the Ignore Invincible to be a counter based system that would only get used when attacking enemies with Invincible and do nothing against normal enemies?) (It was not possible)
Flame: EX
Using one's whole body and soul to work the forge, to the point of burning themself.
At the end of a pilgrimage, his actions on the "Inner Sea of the Planet" were engraved in the Throne of Heroes, resulting in the creation of this skill.
It is Similar in nature to Altria Caster's Holy Sword Creation but it only affects Muramasa Gains 50% NP Gauge, applies Special Attack against Evil, Special Attack against Threats to Humanity and Increases NP damage
As a side note, this skill was supposed to have a 2-turn stun after use (actually, it should have killed him straight up, but that would be too convenient), but since he was implemented earlier than Chapter 6 of Part 2, the stun was removed to prevent spoilers. Instead, the effect was changed to a simple skill effect. [1]
Wrought Iron Will: A+
Like Wrought Iron his soul is resistant to fatigue[2]. With each strike his way of life is further tempered.
(Fundamentally not used in FGO)

Noble Phantasm

Unalloyed Blade Works
Rank: A+
NP Type: Anti-Personnel
Range: 1 - 10
Maximum Targets: 10
Tsumukari Muramasa.
A Noble Phantasm that creates the ultimate sword. After deploying a unique Reality Marble, a wasteland of countless swords similar to the Heroic Spirit Emiya's Unlimited Blade Works, all the swords shatter and scatter like snow crystals to reveal a single blade in Senji Muramasa's hands. A single slash of this cuts time, space, and even fate.
"Every path, every desire, every injustice... All of it has been for this single swing."
The blade's name: Tsumukari Muramasa. The term Tsumukari refers to Tsumukari-no-Tachi, the sacred sword of Ama-no-Murakumo/Kusanagi that emerged from the tail of Japan's greatest serpent and calamity, the monster with red eyes, eight heads and a length spanning eight valleys called Yamata-no-Orochi, which was killed by Susanoo-no-Mikoto.
According to one theory, "kusa (草)" is a word that indicates a degree of origin[3] and "zo (雑)" is a word related to cutting, which together give Kusanagi the meaning of "a sword that can cut well and frighteningly". (Another theory gives it the meaning of "sword that came out of a snake," since Kusa means odor and Nagi means a snake.)
Generally speaking, it is said that the name of the sword "Kusanagi" is a name linked to the later Yamato Takeru[4] legend. However, Motoori Norinaga says in the Kojikiden that the sword was actually called the Kusanagi sword from the moment Susanoo took it in his hand[5]

Character

First-person pronoun: Washi (ore)/(occasionally) Ore
Second-person pronoun: Omae-san/Omae/Teme/addressing by last name only
Third-person pronoun: Aitsu/Yatsu/addressing by last name only
Method of Addressing Master: Omae-san/Master

Personality

An old man who dedicated his entire life to forging swords. Upon his manifestation, he took on the appearance of a vital young man, but he is mentally closer to his older self. He is brash, does not hesitate, and hardly gives a thought for the consequences of his actions. He is often blunt, and it would be a bit of a stretch to say he is friendly. Though he may initially come off as coldhearted, he is quite caring and even chivalrous when one takes the time to get to know him.
This may be Muramasa himself, but it is at least partly the influence of his vessel's personality...or it could be that his persona is simply that of his vessel, had the boy grown to be an old man.
He is a workaholic who takes pride in a job well done, no matter who his client is or what the job entails. He may often be ruthless or even cold when it comes to his work, but at the same time he has the integrity to never do heretical work.

Motivation and Attitude to Master

He seems to be pushing them away, but in fact, he is watching the master very closely. If you observe him carefully, without being intimidated by his somewhat abusive words, you will realize that his loudness is more of an outgrowth of his fondness. It is not that he thinks of the Master as his child or grandchild. At best, they are probably regarded as a neighborhood prankster who often comes to the workshop to play until they're out of energy and doesn't go home even after dark but for him, it is a recognition that shows his irreplaceable affection.

Dialog Examples

"It's just an ordinary smithy. It's where I work"
"What, your guests?"
"Myojinkiri Muramasa. That's it's name. I'm sure someone who can hold safely pick it up and swing it around has to exist"
"I don't need to explain. I've just had a bit of a history with them. I don't want to kill them, but they're not on my side either. To put it bluntly, they're rotten."
"Well, that was an amazing fight! That finishing move was just superb! That British Mage is such a delight!
"Saber, Senji Muramasa. I've come in answer to your summons. I used to wonder why I was a Saber but now it more or less makes some sense・・・ Though it has nothing to do with the smoke that I was called up in this manner, but I still went on a rampage with this face, so I'm going to do what I want until I'm satisfied" [6]
What I like? Obviously good sand and fire. I like fish too. And rice balls. I ain't a drinker though. I do eat dumplings.

Historical Conditions and Figure

A swordsmith from Kuwana of the Ise Province, whose title was Uemon-no-jou during the Bunki Era of Japan. He is considered to be the founder of the swordsmith school famed for forging the sharpest swords of the Warring States period of Japan.
While some documents dating to the Edo period claim the Muramasa school lasted for three generations, from the Jouji Era (1362-1368) to the Ouei Era (1394-1428), the oldest sword confirmed to have come from the Muramasa school was made during the first year of the Bunki Era (1501). For this reason, in this game Muramasa of the Bunki Era will be treated as the founding generation.
During Japan's Warring States period, when a vast number of swords were made, many renowned swordsmith workshops existed throughout Japan. At times, these swordsmiths would assist the warriors by repairing swords that were damaged during battle. Among these craftsmen, a swordsmith from Kuwana in the Ise Province named Senji Muramasa was known to be a master, and his swords were especially sought after by the warriors of Mikawa.
There is one particular legend about the swords from the Muramasa clan. The legend said that these swords were demonic blades, and they were to bring calamity to the house of the Tokugawa Shogunate.
The sword that killed Ieyasu's grandfather, Matsudaira Kiyoyasu... The sword that wounded Ieyasu's father, Hirotada... The blade that beheaded his eldest son, Matsudaira Nobuyasu, during his seppuku ritual... And the sword that wounded Ieyasu himself... All of these were said to have borne the maker's mark of Muramasa.
Legendary demonic swords that slay the Tokugawa...Muramasa was truly a terrifying blade. Muramasa swords are also often portrayed as blood-soaked demonic blades in several kabuki plays and other narratives, as well as legends the revolve around the adversaries of the Tokugawa clan.
Yui Shousetsu, who plotted to overthrow the Shogunate in 1651 A.D., is said to have owned a Muramasa blade, and Sanada Yukimura is also said to have owned one according to the series of biographies titled "Meisho Kotogiroku."
During the Boshin War, the governor-general of the University of Tokyo, Prince Arisugawanomiya Taruhito, is said to have wielded a Muramasa.

Figure within FGO

He appears in the "Seven Duels of Swordmasters" as a Heroic Spirit sent by the Counter Force. In Part 2 he appears as an enemy Servant summoned by the Foreign God, and in Chaldea as a Heroic Spirit of Proper Human History circa 2004 to 2015[7] Both are pseudo Servants "Muramasa cast down into the body of a modern person". They share the same personality and character, but by their very nature as Servants, they are not identical. Although there is some "record sharing" between Saber and Caster[8] Muramasa, The record of Senji Muramasa, an Alter Ego, is not registered in the throne but his deeds have been sublimated into a skill

Muramasa as an Apostle of the Foreign God

Alter Ego Muramasa only serves the Foreign God as his job and doesn't see himself as good or evil. He is just a man who wants to do a satisfactory job. Having predicted Kirschtaria's actions of placing gods from other mythological systems inside the Tree of Emptiness to hinder the descent of the Foreign God he was selected by ■■■■■ as an Apostle with the role of God Slayer.
As predicted, Muramasa bisected the giant god Atlas and became one of the causes of the Foreign God coming to Earth. At that point he expected to be destroyed having served his purpose but due to the naivety of the president of the earth, the destruction of the apostles was postponed, and he was assigned the task of investigating and destroying Lostbelt Britain
"I'll go along with it if I have to, but I don't like it at all," he said.
He attempted to assassinate Morgan in Britain, but was defeated by Fairy Knight(Tam Lim) Lancelot. After that through a series of strange events, he joins the Chaldean party and before the destruction of Britain, he says, "I will finish my work and disappear. Since he was burned in the Sky Furnace his soul didn't return back to the Throne of Heroes but the results of his work were inherited changing the skill of the Muramasa that was connected to the Master

Standard Weapons

Japanese Sword
The one used as his Noble Phantasm was made in the first year of the Bunki Era, it is a real sword currently being housed in the Tokugawa Art Museum

Related Characters

Miyamoto Musashi
"I was desperate to sever cause and effect, but you pushed forward to cut through the void. What a big fool. It's only natural that you'll end up like that, right?"
Houzouin Inshun/Minamoto-no-Raikou/Yagyu Tajima-no-kami Munenori
That's a relief. These ones are as masterful as they sound. It's amazing that people who have thrown themselves so hard into the martial arts can still act like a decent human beings.
Katou Danzo/Fuuma Kotarou
What, they are getting along well? Is that so? Well, this summoning stuff ain't half bad
Jing Ke
It seems that a hero who possessed one of my short swords fell in love with your life. "The winds howl sadly and the waters of the Yi River are frozen. Brave men, once gone, Never come back again." [9] Saigo-san is a great man, do you know him?[10]
EMIYA (Alter)
Stop that you fool! The sword or the gun, make it clear which one you want to live by
Ibuki-Douji
What!? You're saying I can catch that lady with sake!? She's the incarnation of the divine sword so you're sure she likes divine wine!? Damn, I'm so worthless. If I had spent my life making sake, would I have made it by now? There must be a Sake God or two in Chaldea right?
Rasputin
You're saying when I was an Alter Ego I fought alongside that guy!? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Altria Caster
She's a cheerful girl, isn't she? Sometimes she becomes very polite as if she is a different person, but her roots are the same. The other day, she made me go along with a simulation, saying, "I'm thinking of making a new holy sword, and I'd like you to take a look at it. Please take care of me old man"
Oberon
"Can you make a katana with a pure white blade and hilt?" I sent him away because it was a foolish and unreasonable order but since I've gone through such great lengths to become a servant I might as well give it a shot

Comment from illustrator

Originally drawn as a Craft Essence illustration called "Limited/Zero Over", it was "the figure of Shirou Emiya, who was successful as a Magus", but after many twists and turns he became a servant The first Saint Origin is the same as the design of the Craft Essence. The second Saint Graph is the heyday of Muramasa as a craftsman. The third is the image of Muramasa as a so-called “grandfather”. I had a lot of trouble with the direction of the second, but for the third, I felt like this was the only choice. Since the idea of a Perfect Shirou was an important aspect of the design that couldn't be left out, the white hair and brown skin, the symbol of the Heroic Spirit EMIYA, had to be included. Shimokoshi-kun[11] was in charge of weapons-related matters. (Takashi Takeuchi)
[1] The "kill" in "simple kill effect" was in katakana Edit: I am a dumbass It said "simple skill effect" not "simple kill effect".
[2] The kanji used was "弛む" which has the meaning of "to slacken, to sag or to become loose" which didn't fit the whole "wrought iron" motif so after a bit of searching I found that one of wrought iron's qualities is being resistant to fatigue, which kind of fit what the sentence was going for so that's what I used
[3] Apparently one of the alternative meaning of this kanji is "draft" or "rough copy"
[4] Japanese Hero and Prince. Obtained the Kusanagi from his anut Yamatohime-no-mikoto, high priestess of Amaterasu. Amaterasu obtained it from her brother Susanoo who gave it to her to settle an old debt. As a legendary hero he did legendary things but died of illness when he blasphemed against a God living in Mount Ibuki.
[5] This took me a while (and lot of Google searching) to understand but basically the sword has two names: "Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi" and "Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi" and one source says that "Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi" was the original name and it wasn't called "Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi" until Yamato Takeru got a hold of the sword but another says that it was always called "Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi"
[6] I'm actually not sure about this one. Original Japanese in case someone wants to help: [セイバー、 千子村正。 召喚に応じ参上した。なんで僕がセイバーなのか疑問だったが、今なら多少は納得がいく。・・・こうして呼ばれた煙とは無関係ではあるが、ま 同じ顔で好き放題暴れたんだ。 気の済むまでコキ使ってくんな]
[7] 2004 - 2014 were written in Arabic Numerals
[8] Excuse me!? When was Caster Muramasa a thing!?
[9] A part from the poem Jing Ke composed about their determination before attempting to assassinate Qin Shi Huang.
[10] Saigō Takamori, the hero who used a Muramasa short sword. A Japanese Samurai and one of the three great nobles who led the Meiji Restoration. Apparently he kept a fan on which Jing Ke's poem was written
[11] Character Designer for Leonardo da Vinci, Mephistopheles, Beowulf, Tawara Touta, Gorgon, Hessian Lobo and Salome
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2023.05.28 12:50 THEFIKSETH EP tries to prevent me and my GF from buying energy drinks

Yes, you read that correctly, yet it does fit a EP doesn't it? Hello btw, I am new to this subreddit, though I have watched Redditor a good amount of times throughout the years, even when he only had about 20k subs, so I'm a big fan. Ok, now to the story.
First a bit of backstory: I am a 17 year old boy living in a small town in Northern Norway, where there is often poor weather. I attend upper secondary school, or as I refer to it, high school. There are several subjects we can study, like electronics, media and so on. I have sports as a subject, so I'm athletic and do some sports in my free time as well. During this time when I encounter EP, my girlfriend who lives a bit further away from me (like a 7 hour drive basically), who is 16, but will also be 17 this year, was visiting me. Ok, now to the story.
So, around this time, energy drinks have actually been age restricted, which is to say that anyone under 16 can't buy it anymore, when it used to be around the age of 14 when people could buy it. Luckily, me and my girlfriend were already 16, me being 17 already. So we decided to head to the local store and get some energy drinks. It is like a 10 minute walk from my house so no biggie. We got ourselves two boxes of Monster with the Lewis Hamilton taste, and a chocolate bar and headed to the cash register. This is where we encounter the EP and her kid. EP was a typical karen,
Cast: Me: Well me, GF: girlfriend, EP: Entilted parent, EK: Entilted kid and E: employee
We headed to the cash register and let E (a friend of mine actually) scan our items. EP and her kid was behind us. Whilst scanning, E made a joke about us two buying energy drinks due to the restriction, but we laughed it off and said we were old enough.
EP - "Why are you buying that crap?"
I was taken aback by this sudden interruption. Me - "What?"
My GF was also taken aback.
EP - "That stuff is just nothing but crap" she pointed to the two boxes of Monster. "Are you even allowed to buy and drink that stuff?"
Me and my GF looked at each other and replied together "Yes, we're 16" We turned back to E
E - "Right, that will be 103,70 nok" (Which is the equivalent of around 10 dollars for you Americans)
We turned back to E and I took out my card, ready to pay. EP then pushed past my GF and snatched the card from me.
Me - "WTF?!"
EP - "You should not drink that crap (keeping it PG) anyways, it could kill you!"
Now, there are a ton of people who always repeat the line of "That stuff could kill you" when it comes to energy drinks, but bear in mind that drinking many at the same time could actually kill you, but not if you drink one box or two in a day. Only if you drink many at the same time. If that was understandable.
Me - "Only if you drink too many. Me and my GF are responsible enough to only drink 2-3 boxes in a week. Now give me my card back"
GF stepped in. "Hand my BF the card back now."
EP shook her head. "No, you need to be teached a lesson!"
E finally stepped in as well. "Ma'am, give my friend his card back."
EP then gave him a angry look. "You're FRIENDS?! You willingly sell him this stuff?!"
Me and E just look at each other, dumbfounded. E replied "Yes, we attended lower secondary school together and kindergarten as well. He is of age to buy this and is responsible enough to drink it. Now hand my friend the card back now before I call security."
EP huffed and threw my card to the ground. I picked it back up and paid for me and my GF's stuff. Then as I was ready to pick up our stuff, her stupid brat steals our goddamn chocolate bar.
E - "HEY KID! STOP!"
GF - "Stupid brat! STOP!"
The kid runs out the store. Luckily, I begin to chase him and quickly reach him and hold him. EP comes running after, screaming "LET GO OF EK!"
EK - "Get. Off. Me. B****"
I grab back the chocolate bar, and brace myself for the typical Karen rage.
Me - "The hell was-"
EP - "Shut the frick up, I'm calling the police you pedo!"
I was shocked. "What?! Lady, he stole my chocolate bar! You can't call the police on me because I ran after and got my purchase back?!"
She wasn't listening however. Then E and GF came running.
E - "Ma'am, you are not allowed to call the police! There are cameras in the store, and so you will be arrested for lying to the police!"
EP finally came to her senses, having dialed in 112 (Our country's "911" but for the police mainly). She took her kid and went back in the store.
E - "I'm sorry about that. We get customers like her daily, though she was more extreme."
GF - "It's alright. Let's just go home and enjoy a movie with what we bought."
E went back into the store, and we returned home and watched my current favourite movie "Top Gun: Maverick", enjoying our drinks and chocolate, trying to move on from that strange encounter with EP and her kid.
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2023.05.28 12:10 LoveMangaBuddy Read Osananajimi to wa Romcom ni Naranai - Chapter 40 - MangaPuma

Eeyuu, a high school boy, has a problem! Two childhood friends "Shio" and "Akari" who go to the same high school are too cute! If they find out that I'm the only one looking sexually at them now that they've grown up, even though I have no intention of doing so... that would be too much! On the other hand, the two childhood friends also have their own secrets...? It's so awkward! It's complicated! ... Read Osananajimi to wa Romcom ni Naranai - Chapter 40 - MangaPuma. Read more at https://mangapuma.com/osananajimi-to-wa-romcom-ni-naranai/chapter-40
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2023.05.28 12:00 Winscler [discussion]Why Ferris refers to himself in the third person

I have come to the conclusion that the reason why Ferris refers to himself in the third person is because he's incredibly effeminate. Already Ferris uses feminine pronouns when he's not using third-personism, so adding in third-personism just adds more to him being effeminate (and using the diminutive-sounding Ferri-chan just adds even more to it).
See, Japanese is a very gendered language, and pronouns speak a lot about someone. In Japanese, referring to oneself by their own name is indicative of young children. Boys outgrow it fairly early (as early as even elementary school) as they start using actual pronouns like boku and ore. Meanwhile girl's didn't really have a pronoun of their own to use like boys do with boku and ore. There's watashi (which is technically genderless but casually feminine) but it carries an air of formality and stiffness (and can even make them sound rather haughty). The end result is that girls continue to refer to themselves by their own name as late as into even high school (there's kind of a reason why in more recent years girls have been using uchi and atashi as their counterparts to the boys' boku and ore since using own's name to refer to themselves with sounds quite childish and immature for their age). This, combined with the proliferation of kawaisa (which conflates childishness and youth into femininity) since the 1970s, has made referring to oneself by their own name a pretty girly way to refer to oneself (like atashi levels of girly; extra levels of girliness if you add -chan to it). You will never see a guy unironically refer to himself with his own name, since (in addition to sounding pretty childish) it kind of codes them as being incredibly effeminate, if not outright camp gay (much like when you have a guy refer to himself with atashi).
This quote says it best:
Since around the 70s or so the use of one's own name as a de facto pronoun--again, the distinction is hardly clear in Japanese!--among teenage girls and young women has become an increasingly prominent part of Japanese youth culture. It is, in that context, perceived as an almost aggressively feminine (in the same way that inserting the pronoun 俺 is considered aggressively masculine, and insisting on using the first person pronoun at all when grammatically unnecessary is considered excessively boorish or aggressively narcissistic) form of speech, and one that suggests innocence, playfulness, and youth. It's not normal, in that it is not a "standard" part of spoken Japanese as taught to foreigners or in Japanese schools, but neither is it simply some sort of personal eccentricity, an "illeism" unconnected to the linguistic features of Japanese in the same way that the same construction would be unconnected with the linguistics of English
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2023.05.28 11:55 Fantastic-Side6383 35M 24F I literally met this girl on Valentine’s Day at somewhere I was only going to be at for a few minutes.

35m masters degree. 24f GED, clean but previous meth user. I had a office job at the time. Laid off for 2-3 wks now. She drives 2/3 hrs to greater Houston and mows grass during the week. Stays in motels all week.
I was about to leave when she drove into the parking lot right in front of us. I thought damn she is smoking ho when she walked by. I was about to head back to the gym as my buddy called me right before I started my daily work out. So I stay and we play pool for 2 hours. Being at the bar on v day means you’re def single. I got hungry and asked her to get sushi. Came back and played a few more games. That was a Tuesday. I got her number and saw her again on Friday night. We went hiking with our dogs at my fav place to camp/swim.
This time we slept together. She mentioned just going through a break up a month before. She stayed all day And Saturday night. On Sunday she didn’t want to leave.
The next weekend she was watching her younger cousin. I’m not a spring chicken. Staying out until 1am on Saturday is not for me anymore. I took all 3 of us bowling, they went home at 930-10. Gave her an hour to come back. I told her I was going to wait at the gym for her until 11. And at 11 I went home. When I got home I told her the gate and door code to get in and jokenly told her to wake me up when she got there. Passed out. I wake up at 3am to a cold hand on my warm inner thigh. It’s a 45 min drive to my house from the bar and a little over an hour to her place. Sex was very good that morning.
She ignored every message I sent after that for over a week.
Another week goes by and I get the drunk come over and fuck text at midnight after I’m asleep.
I go off on her and say unless she going to go out with me, don’t ask me to come fuck when she knows I go to bed at 9 and wake up at 5. I don’t just want a casual hookup. I was cheated on 2-3 years ago by someone I would have taken a bullet for and I’m finally ready to date again. No contact for 3 months. Two weeks ago, she passed me on the highway when I was on the Harley and reached out.
Last week we linked up at the bar and I followed her home, she got on the bike and we rode to my place. She was too drunk to drive that far. I’ve been sober 50 days at this point. Sex was not good that morning because I was tired AF at 3 am.
Yesterday I spent all day fixing her camper ac with the parts I ordered on Monday. She was affectionate and grateful because it hasn’t worked in 2 years and Texas summers suck.
I left at 5pm. The plan was to come to my place after she went out and at 3 am. Wake up and I drive us 3 hours to go salt water fishing. I sent the door code at 9 last night. She read it and said she wouldn’t get too drunk. Well I’m alone in the truck. I’m kinda disappointed.
I know she constantly misplaces her phone when I’m with her, but on the flip side I know she ignores some notifications when she does have it in hand. She’s not glued to it.
I wasn’t like that at 24. I don’t know if it’s the age gap or the previous drug use. She was a forward in high school soccer with the potential to scholarship for it (then the drugs happened)
Her personality is awesome.
I know she hasn’t had the best raising and easiest life so far and might not know what a genuine person/relationship is; so I don’t want to throw in the towel too early but there has to be a line in the sand somewhere. I just don’t know where to draw it.
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2023.05.28 11:44 RandomAlt1331 I’m a 14 year old boy who has never played a real game of football but I want to join my high school team next year

I’m a 14 year old boy at the end of my freshman year, next year I would like to join my high school’s football team. The reason for this is because I 1, want to play a sport in my school for the sense of community and to make new friends and 2, I’ve recently gained an interest for the sport from watching games on the internet, I’m from Canada so football isn’t as big here but I wanted to come here to ask you all what I need to do this summer to make the team this september
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2023.05.28 11:11 kryriakoskapakoulak Chance a delulu African International who's been out of school for 2 years for Stanford REA💀

Demographics: International (South Africa), mixed (Indian and African, though I'm not 100% about this since my background is kind of unknown). Small Private , All Boys, Religious School. Sends 1-2 people to an Ivy every other year. One of the best in the country. Finished high school December 2021.
Intended Majors: Math, Finance, Business, CS, I don't really know which one I want to pick yet. SAT/ACT: 1540 (770RW, 770 Math) did it this year as an adult. Retaking on the 6th for 800 in Math.
Class rank: 12/170 (there was only 2% difference between me and the guy who was number 1 btw)
GPA: Finished with 92% for my leaving exams, but I started highschool very poorly. I have ADHD so I struggled a lot with that. I got diagnosed half way through Tenth grade and was given medication for it. After this my marks went up to 90%+ and stayed there. We don't use a GPA system here and all my marks up until twelfth were from internal assessments, only my 12th grade marks were done through some sort of board. Of the subjects available I took the hardest ones. My grades were as follows.
8th Grade: 59%
9th Grade: 70%
10th Grade: 82% (first half 60%, second half 90%, was diagnosed and medicated halfway)
11th Grade: 95%
12th Grade: 92% (Government officiated leaving exams)
Awards: Olympiad finalist (top 100 out of 100k), Olympiad semi finalist 4x. Won't specify which one as I don't want to dox myself, but its one, if not the, biggest Olympiads in the country. Also got some school awards like top student in x subject and stuff like that.
ECs:
After highschool:
Started my own business. Helps medical clinics with IT stuff. I live off the income from this. Taught myself all the knowledge required for this.
Tutor, I tutor kids in A-level Physics and Math. Also tutor some Engineering students in Math (I taught myself their syllabus). This is also paid.
Worked with refugees through a non-profit. Organised food, shelter, rehabilitation, etc... Nothing super impressive but I'm going to tie this into one of my essays really nicely.
TikTok account. 2 mill views in about 6 months. Posts study tips and stuff like that.
Gym. 1100lb total. Also train 4 people who pay. Helped them loose a cumulative 100kg. Started final year of highschool.
During highschool: Cofounded my schools investment society. 100 members out of school of 700
Math club - did quite well in olympiads. Was run by a teacher so no leadership positions anyway.
Head of the History society. Organized stuff and invited speakers.
Head of academics. Was responsible for helping people in my house (school was split up into houses like hogwarts about 100 in my house) with their academic tasks. Mainly just tutored, posted exam timetables, and connected people with tutors for subjects I didn't do.
School sport. My school requires everyone to do a sport. I did rugby and track. Was shit but it did take 6 hours per week.
Also babysat my brother and other kids (paid) for like an hour and half everyday after school.
Schools: Stanford REA, ivies, uchicago, Liberal arts colleges like williams and Swathmore, idk much about them but my friend said they're pretty cool.
Note: I applied last year to Harvard, Yale and Princeton. All RD. I did it on a whim and really regret it as I was rejected from them all. The application I sent was fucking awful. I assumed the US application process was similar to the UKs where the only really care about stuff relevant to what you intend to study and so I left out basically everything except for my olympiad wins and some coding courses I had done (most of the ECs on here weren't on my application 💀). The application I will submit the 2nd time around will make me look like an entirely different person. Also how will it look for me to apply at my old age (I'll be 21 when I actually start college)? I didn't know what I wanted to do after school, so I decided to work until I figured that out, worried if that has fucked me over. I'm also really worried about my GPA. I've been given conflicting advice. Some people say an upward trend looks good, others say its bad that I started off so poorly. I do have a medical excuse and my doctor could give a note if necessary.
Edit: I forgot to mention this, but my Uncle and Aunt are both professors at Stanford. We're not close at all, but my father is very close with them.
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2023.05.28 11:00 ForsakenM45 Making a Witch for the first time, trying to balance between thematic and optimal choices! Help Needed!

So I was here a while back for help making a STR-focused Magus, and you guys were very helpful with race recommendations as well as feats to take. Sadly, I've learned a couple of things that I don't enjoy about the class, so I'm wanting to try something different with a full caster support role...and as such I picked a witch!
Now I'm not really an optimal, min-maxer kind of gamer: I've actually been struggling to enjoy this friendly league I've joined for Magic The Gathering just because of the nature of being competitive...but TTRPGs are a bit different here and I don't want to slow my team down. Speaking of which...
My team consists of:
We have some NPCs with us but I think they will swap around and leave, so I'm not super concerned about them.
So I am a player that enjoys character concepts and RP opportunities and being 'in character', but you have to be somewhat effective in combat if you don't want to die or weigh down your team. That said, here are the character traits that are locked in stone and all the bonus stuff we get at character creation based on GM ruling.
I appreciate any help or suggestions making the only full caster in the party who is terrifyingly squishy.
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2023.05.28 10:45 ASGfan Episodic Review - Blind Journey (S5, E12 & 13)

We open with Joe Kagen tending to his farm. The credits say “Leon Charles” as Mr. Standish. Oh my God, I thought we were done with this fool. Charles and Jonathan arrive and inform Joe that the Elders of the Church will be voting again on his application. The previous voting has been deadlocked at 3-3, with Charles, Jonathan and Doc Baker voting to approve, and Nels, Harriet & Judd Larabee voting against. I don’t know much about religion, but how the heck did Judd Larabee become a church elder? Charles and Jonathan take off. At the Ingalls homestead, Caroline announces that if Lars were still around, the whole matter would have been settled by now. I’m guessing Judd took Lars place after he passed away. At church, Harriet has one of her lesser moments by going on a racist tirade complete with scare tactics, which is backed up by Judd. Rev. Alden doesn’t get a vote, which is just weird. It’s his church. And isn’t everyone welcome at church? I’ve stopped trying to understand these things. Nels has had ENOUGH of this garbage and the ayes have it at 4-2. Harriet and Judd storm off while everyone remaining celebrates. Over at the Winoka School For The Blind, Mr. Ames informs everyone that Mr. Standish (Boo!) has bought the place out and will be converting it to another hotel. Mary and Adam send word back to the Grove about the school closing. Charles, Caroline, Alice, Jonathan and Reverend Alden are gathered at I believe the porch of the Garvey residence to discuss the latest events. Alden suggests that Lars’ old house be converted to accommodate the blind school. I don’t have a problem with this, but how did Lars end up with such a huge house? He never married or had children.
Alden decides to ask for a vote of confidence on the matter at church, stating he was unable to sell the house. The matter is approved unanimously. Joe Kagen donates a sow, Judd Larabee donates a cow (didn’t mean to channel Dr. Seuss there). Harriet donates all of the supplies needed to restore the house, including shingles, paint, lumber and nails. Nels smiles approvingly as he seems to have had his faith in his wife restored after her earlier outburst. Oh, and Harriet is also donating the plaque. Thankfully, this doesn’t end up a rerun of the bell episode which left the town divided. Mr. Ames informs Mary and Adam that a telegram from Walnut Grove has arrived and asks them if they want him to read it (Ya think? THEY’RE BLIND!) – Mr. Ames reads the note and informs everyone that Walnut Grove has adopted their school and will be coming to transport them back to their new home. Everyone is relieved, but the celebratory mode is short-lived as Mr. Ames informs Adam that he will be retiring due to health reasons instead of making the move. This might have more of an impact had we known Mr. Ames better. Back in WG, everyone gets to work cleaning up the house in preparation for the arrival of the blind school. Do they need to get that detailed, I mean, it’s not like anyone that’s living there is going to be able to see if there’s a smudge on the window or anything. Oh, it’s announced the Winoka Blind School will be merging with another blind school – run by Hester Sue Terhune of St. Louis. Harriet is ecstatic at the thought of meeting a St. Louis Terhune, believing she is incredibly wealthy. This requires another wagon, so Charles ropes Joe into coming along.
Charles and Joe arrive in Winoka to begin the move, but there’s a problem. Adam’s team of horses that he bought from Mr. Standish have ribs showing. Adam announces that he traded all of the blind school’s furnishings and food for the horses. Adam also sold the family cow for these magic beans. Adam tries to deflect blame for that by arguing that he got Mr. Standish’s word IN WRITING! I don’t think the writers have fully latched onto the subject that THE BLIND CANNOT SEE! Joe and Charles walk the horses over to the saloon. Standish is unamused by this, but starts to backpedal when Charles and Joe explain to his customers how he cheated the blind school. Standish agrees to let them trade for any team in the livery and a wagon.
Everyone gets ready to make the move as Harriet yoohoo’s and waltzes over, having taken the stage from Brookings to meet Mrs. Terhune in person. Mr. Ames says his goodbye to the children, who show no emotion at all. The blind children are tethered to the wagon and will have to walk the entire time. Haven’t they been through enough? The journey begins and Harriet loses a heel. Joe’s taunting laugh is pretty funny. The group encounters a river and Adam has considerable trouble getting across. Adam asks Charles if there any more rivers ahead. Charles replies that there’s only one more and Adam says it will be better for the children. Putz.
PART TWO! – Everyone meets up with the other blind school, which is just getting off the train. Harriet wasn’t expecting that Hester Sue was actually from Pascagoula, Mississippi as opposed to St. Louis, Missouri (nor that everyone at this school is black). Also of importance is that Hester Sue is sighted and I guess she is effectively taking Mr. Ames place, albeit in a more hands-on role. Joe tries to get on Hester Sue’s good side right off the bat, but she doesn’t sound like she’s in the market for a man. Joe tries his luck again that night as everyone is camped out and trying to shelter from the rain, but Hester Sue greets him with a rifle in the face. That’s a little over dramatic. Joe talks to Sampson, a young black boy who was treated rudely by Harriet earlier. Joe tries to explain racism to Sampson, but he doesn’t fully understand since he only sees darkness and not different colors. Harriet overhears and it looks like the message is starting to sink in. Back at the Ingalls homestead, Albert tries smoking Pa’s pipe. Laura chastises him for trying to act older than he is – which is pretty remarkable since Laura did that constantly in her youth, then when she finally became an adult she started acting like a child. Albert turns green and runs off to vomit. If he would have remembered how awful smoking is, it would have prevented a lot of misery in the future.
The next day, the journey resumes as Harriet’s opinions on racial relations have evolved and she now says that there is no such thing as a right color or a wrong color. Atta girl. Back in WG, the plaque is delivered – it’s huge, heavy and bronze. The journey continues as everyone reaches that other river. The rainstorm from last night has made the water too high to cross the same way as before, so Charles and Joe use ropes and a rig and a makeshift chair to get everyone across. As Harriet is going across, Charles lets go of the rope and Harriet is dunked in the water and of course, Charles laughs at her misfortunes. Adam is next, but he won’t budge and just holds onto the rope with all of his might. Joe and Hester Sue try to get Adam to let go of the rope, but he yells and pushes Hester Sue (a woman) to the ground. In return, Joe punches Adam and knocks him out. Joe punches Adam and knocks him out. Oh sorry, that was me hitting the rewind button because I loved that part so much. Joe explains to Hester Sue that he had no choice but to do that (no explanation necessary Joe). That night, Joe and Hester Sue talk once more and Hester Sue tells Joe that he conducted himself nicely that day, but that she has been married before and has no intentions of being married again. Joe explains to her that Walnut Grove is different from St. Louis in that St. Louis has a lot of black folks, but Walnut Grove does not. Elsewhere in camp, Adam wakes up from whatever sleep he was in and tells Mary that the reason he was so afraid of water was because he lost his sight as a child after slipping on a rock in the river and knocking himself out. Okay, I could understand how he wouldn’t like rivers after that, but what is he afraid of? It’s not like he can go blind again.
Everyone closes in on Walnut Grove. Apparently, kids doing “Are we there yet?” dates back to at least the 1800’s. Everyone reaches their destination. Sadly, amidst the chaos and confusion, we get cheated out of Caroline’s ZOMBIE RUN! Another time, for sure. Judd Larabee comes out of the school and confronts Harriet, stating that maybe he could accept one black person in town, but a wagon full of black people is unacceptable to him (as most people of his kind, he’s a liar since he makes it clear he can’t tolerate Joe Kagen in “Barn Burner”). Harriet publicly lectures him on racism as Nels looks on approvingly. Alden gives us an inspirational message as everyone embraces. The blind children still don’t seem all that enthused about anything, but maybe they can predict the future and know that this blind school is going to be short lived? Who knows?
EPISODE WINNER – Joe Kagen – not only was he hilarious throughout, but he got to punch Adam which is something most everyone wanted.
EPISODE LOSER – Adam, for being a coward and a liar and physically assaulting a woman and foolishly allowing the blind school to be cheated by someone he knows is unethical. Also Larrabee, a pathetic presence whenever he surfaces.
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2023.05.28 10:39 Proletlariet Arthur Extended Cast

Respect Pretty Much the Entire Extended Cast of Guy Ritchie's King Arthur: Legend of the Sword!

The gang's all here and then some. Guy Ritchie's King Arthur: Legend of the Sword is a modernized retelling of classic Arthurian legend. It deviates in some ways from the source material, like adding in a character named Kung Fu George, having Vortigern be a wizard building an evil tower and enslaving little boys, and generally being really hard to follow due to weird editing.
This thread covers pretty much the entire extended cast of the movie. Arthur and Vortigern get their own threads.

Back Lack

An archer with a son named Blue Boy. Childhood friend of Wetstick and Arthur. Ends up getting killed by Vortigern.
Physicals
Skill
Other
 

Bedivere

The leader of the resistance effort against Vortigern, a former associate of King Uther Pendragon.
Physicals/Skill
Other
 

Goosefat Bill

Notorious criminal and master archer. Appears to be Bedivere's second-in-command in the resistance effort against the usurper Vortigern.
Physicals
Archery Skill
Equipment
Other
 

Kung Fu George

Referred to by Back Lack as "Our George. Chinese George. Kung Fu George." A martial artist who runs a school in Londinium.
Physicals
Skill
 

The Mage

A student of Merlin who arrived to help out the resistance and more specifically Arthur. Guinevere who?
Physicals
Animal Control
Other
 

The Mage King

The king of the mages, killed by Mordred.
Magic
 

Merlin and the Lady of the Lake

Two magical side characters that appear very little. Merlin was a leader of the mages and the Lady of the Lake is a magical entity of unknown origin.
Magic
 

Mordred and the Elephants

An evil mage who killed the king of the mages and released some giant evil elephants to use to try and conquer Camelot. One of the elephants serves as Mordred's mobile fortress, which he can launch fireballs from. Was all just a pawn in Vortigern's scheme.
Magic
The Elephants
 

Percy

A random member of the resistance, eventually knighted as Sir Percival.
Physicals
Other
 

Rubio

A random member of the resistance who goes out in a blaze of glory.
Physicals
 

Uther Pendragon

Arthur's dad and the former king of England. Can wield Excalibur. Check out the Arthur thread linked above for more detail on Excalibur and the Vortigern one for more scaling.
Physicals
Excalibur
Other
 

Wetstick, AKA Tristan

A guy who helps Arthur out. He was the childhood friend of him and Back Lack. Eventually knighted as Sir Tristan.
Physicals/Skill
 
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2023.05.28 10:37 Icy-Acanthisitta5581 🥴

Hello, these are some words from one of my friends, they are translated from Romanian to english So it will be a Little bit confusing to read it at times but if you understand the core idea i want to write me down Below what its your opinion about her situation:) thank you and have a good day!
,,Let me tell you that you know about this boy I told you about He was definitely the last one to enter the high school for mate info, so we were classmates for another four years, which were very gentle in the sense that we didn't bother each other with anything /))) but in the 12th year in the last year I had a dream with him :)) and after that I changed so much towards him in the sense that, I think I had feelings for him, or at least I didn't want to admit it :)) I still had this urge to go to him and Say do you want us to be togheter:)))) and that's exactly what I did until he refused me :)) fortunately, yes, it was a very strange period, honestly, in which I looked at him differently but at the same time I still wanted something else (from ego).
And that's not all, I'm saying that I'm going to end up with him because once at info class you know that there are computers there, he was sitting in my vicinity /))) and i dunno what quotes was I looking for when I found one "two souls can be separated but life through the right circumstances will bring them together And he also has the moon in Pisces ,the last sign that can be compatible with a virgo Moon,but the last,he Could be as well an Aries Moon which is right Away after Pisces :))))and when I looked at time passage, an application for astrologers) to see what compatibility I have with him, it shows the maximum in all areas/))),,
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2023.05.28 10:36 Proletlariet Daniel LaRusso

Daniel LaRusso

"So, karate's fighting. You train to fight"
"That what you think?"
"...No"
"Then why train?"
"So I won't have to fight"
Born in Newark, New Jersey in 1966, Daniel LaRusso lived there until his mother moved the two out to Reseda, California in 1984. Upon arriving in Reseda, Daniel made quick foes with the Cobra Kai karate dojo, especially top student Johnny Lawrence and sensei John Kreese. While taking a beating from the Cobra Kais after a school dance, Daniel was saved by Mr. Miyagi, the handyman at his apartment complex. Daniel was taught karate by Mr. Miyagi, entering a lifelong friendship with the man. After winning the All-Valley Karate Tournament two years in a row, Daniel went on to marry a woman named Amanda, have two kids, and open a car dealership. When Johnny reopened the Cobra Kai dojo, Daniel opened the Miyagi-Do karate dojo in order to train new students.
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Miyagi-Verse

The "Miyagi-Verse'' is a term coined by the Cobra Kai showrunners to describe the storyline of the four Karate Kid movies and Cobra Kai. Feats from the Miyagi-Verse and media adapting it (i.e. the novelizations) will be in this section.

General

Strength

Teen
Adult

Durability/Endurance

Teen
Adult

Speed/Agility

Teen
Adult

Skill/Misc

Teen
Adult

Teaching Ability

Other Media

The Karate Kid (1989 Cartoon)

Strength

Striking
Other

Durability

Speed/Agility

Dodging/Movement
Agility

Skill

Combat
Other

Video Games

Teen

Adult

Note that some feats from Cobra Kai: The Karate Kid Saga Continues are performed by other characters, but all playable characters can perform the same physical feats.

Strength

Durability

Speed/Skill

Misc

Skills

Personal
Dojo
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