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2023.05.28 13:58 IrreliventPerogi GotM - A First Time Reader's Experience, Thoughts, and Predictions - Book 6: The City of Blue Fire Pt. 1
Book 6: The City of Blue Fire
So the final buildup to the climax begins! We seem to be more solidly in the payoff section of the novel, with only a few revelations and theories this time around. Additionally, most of the cast we follow seem to be hitting their point of no return, we're on this roller-coaster and cant get off until it stops. That the dread didn't set in until it began clicking its way to the top is more your fault. The title is plenty evocative too, and if I had to guess, we'll be seeing more of the Darujhistan cast this time around.Epigraph
Another issue of Rumor Born that seems to be recapping the events of the last few books in Darujhistan. What's interesting is it's final mention of the fête to end off.For fun:
First came the Eel "or not one but a thousand" Is that literal, or merely a reference to their reach? I'll speak more to the Eel during the chapter breakdown below. What's also interesting is that the poem mentions they came "under a jagged moon that might be dead" We see from this that Rumor Born or Fisher in general is not authoritative. The work is literally recounting what rumors there are on the street, and whether or not there's anyone left living in Moon's Spawn is one of those. What this seems to indicate is that the Eel's influence couldn't be popularly felt until after Rake arrived.
"a claw scraped slow//on the city's cobbles" Kalam mistaken for a Claw (easy mistake) Rake is the "dragon... seen sailing high silver and black in the night sky" descending onto Pearl, who gave out the "demon's death cry"
The Tiste Andii were responsible for when "a master's hundred hands lost//a hundred daggers to the dark"
Which are all things that have happened in the past, the fête, ominously, has yet to occur, yet its mere invitation is counted among these City shaking events.
Chapter 17
Book 6's introduction. Overall, there isn't yet much to differentiate this from Book 5 other than setting, but we'll see how that develops. So without further ado...Epigraph
The Chapter Itself -
- begins following Rallick Nom into the Phoenix Inn. Before entering, he is stopped by Meese who, after flirting with RN, for a moment, warns the assassin of someone asking after him. Someone who knew to sit at Kruppe's table, no less. He enters and notes, amused, for the first time how crowds part before him. He sits down, and the man (whom we are later told is Circle Breaker) warns him, on behalf of the Eel, of a contract sealed by Councilman Turban Orr with the Assassins' Guild against Lord Coll. The Assassin, Ocelot, merely waits for the Lord to return to the city. The Eel also applauds RN and Murillio's attempts to avenge Coll, and offers any assistance they would require. Rallick turns him down, and thanks him for the warning, after a quick drink with Iralta and Meese, he leaves the Inn to act on the information.So, I had considered bringing this up before, but was on shakier ground then specualtion-wise. But now, its Speculation Time. Kruppe is the Eel, in my mind. We find out latter that Meese and Iralta are also in on the whole thing, so that's already ties to the Phoenix Inn. Kruppe obviously has no fear that the Eel would contradict him when lying to Baruk, and is able to mimic the Eel's method of cryptic hints perfectly. It fits his style of appearing far less than he is, in this case, he's a masquerading as a political lackey. Both the Eel and Kruppe were able to find out about the scheme against Coll without any slip-ups on the part of our conspirators. I believe this to be because of the poisoned bolt. Turban Orr was investigating it, and only someone who knew Rallick's MO could trace that back to him, and only someone who knew Rallick personally could understand that the bolt was initially meant for Lady Simtal rather than Councilman Lim. After all, the death of Orr's majority is too convenient to assume anything besides a political motive. The Eel heard wind of investigations regarding a poisoned bolt, and understood that his friend was behind it and why.* There were other things that had tipped me off, but those were the big ones that I can remember at present.
*Additionally, given that both Baruk and Crone felt Oppon's interference, and the uncharachteristic nature of the plan, it is highly probable that Kruppe felt the interference as well and later recognized what that interference was, hence his coy hint last chapter.
Baruk, meanwhile, is sulking alongside Anomander Rake, wondering why the Tiste Andii would ever allow the Imass and the Adjunct into the barrow. The tension between the two grows, as their diametrically opposed views on the world continue to breakdown communication and raise conflict between the two. In conflict, the Lord of Moon's Spawn excels. He explains to the High Alchemist that Laseen will have her fight, and capture Darujhistan whole if at all possible. Eliminating the Jaghut Tyrant and Rake are merely two additional tasks to maintain the long-term sustainability of the Empire. Rake hasn't nuked the city and left, because he wants to beat Laseen directly, a total victory where she losses what she desires without the world losing it as well. Baruk notes that Anomander Rake could always betray Darujhistan, but Rake notes that becoming himself a traitor would legitimize any treason against him. He even notes several individual who could defeat him under certain circumstances.
Baruk uses Rake's "Son of Darkness" moniker, and Rake rejects it as a title used by those who would worship him. Interesting. Being the child of a god would net you that, I suppose. He maintains the honest (if brutal) route in life not out of fear but duty. Duty to the ever-dwindling population of Tiste Andii, who merely run down the clocks of their lives dispassionately, obeying orders yes, but merely as a function of enduring their existence. He could run and hide, saving his people's lives, but they would be living in body only, so he follows cause after cause, attempting to revive their spirits. (Also of note, he mentioned that the Tiste Andi live roughly 20 thousand years, so I'm not sure where I'd gotten my deep time understanding of them, unless Rake's lifespan is extended the same relative amount as a human mage's would be)
Baruk is unsure how to respond, the plight of the Tiste is so incomprehensible that he can only muster the most abstract pity. So he returns the conversation to the Jaghut Tyrant. Will Rake be able to defeat it? Who knows, but killing him would render the Tyrant greatly reduced, possibly even to a level where the Cabal can eliminate him. Alternatively, killing the Tyrant would reduce AR, so that the Malazans may someday eliminate him. Two birds, one and a half stones. It is the Cabal that scares the Empress, an unknown, which is why our malazans seek out Vorcan. Beyond this, Oppon's meddling continually draws attention from the gods of the world, interested to see if immoral blood would be spilled. This began with Rake's killing of the two Hounds.
They finish the conversation by assessing the condition of Mammot, trapped in a slumber, his mind/soul stuck in his D'riss warren, rulled by the Worm of Autumn, D'rek, of whom Mammot is a High Preist. D'riss is evidently the Warren of earth magic, so I wonder if Caladan Brood will have or has had any interactions with the scholar. Mammot went off to investigate the barrow at Baruk's request, and wound up in this state. All of the Elder magic and Otataral present have messed with him somehow, and he cannot be freed until the Jaghut is. In which case, there will be a narrow window to save him before the High Preist, and his goddess, are subsumed by the Tyrant.
Crokus and Apsalar return to Darujhistan, despite wanting to be rid of the woman as soon as possible, Crokus is disappointed when the City does not impress her. They enter Mammot's study, finding a mess rather than the man himself. When wondering whether Rallick would know anything of this, Apsalar reacts strongly, likely prompted by her time under the Rope. For the first time since Book 2, we enter the PoV of Circle Breaker. After receiving a sign from an old woman, he delivers an additional sign to Meese. Internally, however, he cannot help but assume his days are numbered. He's acting in public, and how long until Turban Orr adds together that the same guard present at all of his leaked meetings is himself a mole? He expects to die soon, but is resolved to maintain his course until the last, heading for one final contact he considers redundant. Meese acts on the signal, approaching the building Mammot stays in, and knocking on the door. Crokus answers, disappointed that she is not his Uncle, and confused as to why she would be there. Crokus catches her up with Aps' amnesia, and notes they have not spoken to anyone but one stabler. Meese informs them of the death of the guard at the D'Arle estate, and Crokus takes this to be a betrayal on Chalice's part. That's... not a betrayal buddy. Aps' mention of Chalice clues Meese in on the situation surrounding the death, and despite the boy's protestations, she takes the situation at face value.
As they prepare to leave, Serrat stalks them, resolving to kill another watcher in the shadows, (I assume Irilta, given that she's backup) and replace her. She's been hunting the Coin Bearer on Rake's orders and we learn that she was one of the individuals hunting Crokus along the rooftops in Ch. 5. There's not much more to this scene, other than a couple odd details I'll note.
Kruppe and Murillio reach the Phoenix Inn, not finding their friends. Kruppe strangely waves aside the news of Rallick Nom meeting someone here earlier, and instead of reporting to Baruk right away, instead opts to enjoy a tankard of beer. This, coincidently opens a window for Circle Breaker to approach him with a message.
Rallick Nom, meanwhile, prepares to take on Ocelot. The clan leader will have all the advantages, and RN will have one shot at best, assuming he can even find him and get close enough. He does, however, posses an anti-magic powder (supplied by Baruk) which could potentially even the battle field. Moments after recalling the warning from the High Alchemist against applying it to bare skin, Rallick, knowing his chances are slim, fearing that Coll's death would remove the last claim on humanity he has left, he rubs the dust into his bare skin, all over. What sort of changes will this effect onto our assassin? Who knows! The chapter ends with RN swearing he will find and kill Ocelot undetected.
And there we go! Book 6 is starting off with a banger, once again tying ever more threads together tighter and tighter, promising one heck of a payoff. I, for one, cannot wait to see how it all unfolds!
2023.05.28 13:57 Colt_Leasure The family next door disappeared. The answer to their vanishing is in the woods.
1
I live in a suburb surrounded by forest. My house is in a row of other properties built next to a tree line. The neighborhood was always quiet. The sounds of crickets, birds, and sight of black bears were routine on most summer days.
The scenic area was something I was always grateful for. I lived completely alone since the death of my parents. An accidental fire took both of their lives. Once I collected my inheritance, I relocated to a much more peaceful region. I had always fantasized about moving there.
I tried to start a relationship with Samantha. I had gone to High School with her sixteen years before. She had gone on to become a respected Detective. My attempt at something long lasting with her failed. She was too career oriented. I was reeling from grief. Focusing on building something meaningful with her was a pipe dream.
Things around my community changed once the Murphy family went missing.
The first sign that something was off on that Wednesday was how their blinds had closed. Their silver Chevy Chrysler remained parked in the driveway.
A tennis instructor at the country club noticed the wife of that house did not show up for the program. He called their number to make sure everything was alright. When no one responded, he notified the authorities. Rumors abounded immediately among the home owners association about an alleged affair. The gossip only furthered when the married couple and their three kids were not found in the abode.
I watched from my balcony as the patrolmen roped the place off with caution tape. The domicile was a three story building with brick chimney’s and a few peaked roofs in the style of English towers. They were beige, light blue and crimson.
On the morning of the Murphy’s desertion of society, the architecture became a hollow image. It was one that was once filled with activity and life.
The law did what they could. Any success they may have had in the investigation was secret. A few months passed by and they removed the caution tape.
I followed the on-line police logs. The weather was pristine and clear the day they vanished. The fact that there were no witnesses to what direction they may have gone disturbed me.
I had heard how the man, Frank Murphy, had a bit of a temper and always had a bourbon in hand. I had heard mutual friends describe him as an alcoholic in denial of his servitude to liquor. He was an indignant individual who knew no true repercussions for his behavior. He always had bail money from a software company he founded and sold a long time ago.
I was never close to that family, but I peered out at their vacant house far more than I ever had. I was in need of an answer. What could have happened?
2
I called Samantha one evening as I sat on my bed, wondering how she would respond to my reaching out. We were never argumentative or on bad terms. I still worried about her reaction, and hoped it would not be a dismissive one.
I heard her say hello. Her voice still impressed me. I had almost forgotten how silky her tone was. I knew it could change to a much firmer pitch when she was interviewing a suspect.
“Hi, Sam. I’d like to know if you’d be free tomorrow for a cup of coffee. We can go to that place, The Bean Field, off Pond road. It’s been a while and I know you have a lot to tell me about what’s new in your life.”
There was a pause on the other end, and for a second a bout of anxiety hit me. I judged my own words as robotic, stilted, and sure to push her away. I reasoned she was summoning an excuse to get out of having to interact with me. How dare I presume she would even entertain the notion of having a meeting.
“That sounds great,” she said. “Tomorrow is my day off, luckily for you. I’m in the middle of an incident right now. It’s a five car pile-up about forty minutes from where you live. I’ve gotta run. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
When she hung up, I was triumphant. I looked at our old text conversations. I realized we had not been in communication with each other for over twelve months. Now was my opportunity to reconcile that gap of unintended avoidance. I knew it would be an undeserved opportunity.
3
I sat outside of the cafe the next morning at a black metal table. I had a view of rolling hills dotted with trees. A highway with multitudinous shrubberies sat on either side of it. I sipped a piccolo latte while waiting for her.
When she arrived and stepped out of her hatchback in the parking lot, her appearance floored me. She had not dressed up for our supposed date, but that did not make a difference. She had arrived from the gym and wore shorts and a top set. She donned a gray and green hoodie.
She sat across from me and reached for the menu.
“Can you go to the front and order me avocado toast?” Samantha asked. “I’ll also take a mocha with a few shots of espresso. Please.”
I did exactly that. When I returned with her items, she apologized for consuming her meal in less than two minutes.
“I hadn’t eaten since five PM yesterday,” she said between sips.
“I understand,” I said. “I doubt you ever have a consistent schedule anymore.”
“You’re right, but that’s why I have to enjoy my free time when I can.”
We settled into talking about what had happened since we last saw each other. I referenced my trying to learn another language (French) with the hopes of moving to Europe or Canada.
After fifteen minutes of small talk, I asked her about work, but I did so with caution. It started with me wondering about what the call she was on when we were on the phone was about.
“A drunk driver blew a stop sign and hit two other vehicles,” she said. “It was ugly. A few people died. We’ll see if the man in silk pajamas gives him the proper sentence or a traffic citation.”
“You know, I’m curious about what happened to the Murphy’s, if they’re hurt or not.”
“You and everyone else,” she said. “We’ve been getting so many witness accounts, and so far they’ve all been bogus. All I know is what I saw when I got there.”
“I didn’t know you were one of the responders,” I said.
“Yeah. Something about the place was off from the moment I walked in. I found heavy items in placed they should not have been in. The toolbox was not in the garage but on the second story. A disassembled snowblower lay scattered everywhere in pieces. The oven door was on their bed. Frank Murphy was not the strongest guy in the world, either. For him to cause the kind of property damage I saw doesn’t make a lot of sense. At the risk of sounding crazy, inexplicable things happened when I was there.”
“Like what?”
“I was under the impression that something was playing a trick on me. Electrical outlets sparked a few times out of nowhere. The ceiling fan would go from still to spinning when I looked up at it. Books would fall off of the shelves. A volume on black magic, of all things, almost hit the top of my head when I walked on by. Another book about fairies collapsed with it.”
“So the home intruder set up a bunch of weird diversions,” I said. “I’ve heard of that before. These killers or kidnappers want the victims to think there was more than one of them. It’s so their account’s disputed in court.”
I’ll tell you right now,” she said, “we didn’t find any outside DNA.”
“So it’s a case of family annihilation,” I said as I took a long swig of my beverage. “I don’t know if you can substantiate the facts, but a few people have said that Emily had a big life insurance policy. Frank knew about. He may have been using steroids and having an affair, and that could have contributed to-“
It occurred to me that she eyed me with suspicion, as though I was digging too deep. I could also tell she regretted letting information about the forensic results slip.
She stood up and stared at me with a flash of anger in her eyes.
“I thought you wanted to piece something back together with me,” she said. “I didn’t know you wanted to play armchair investigator like every true crime fan. You know, your parents were kind. I wish you’d follow their example. I’ll let you get the bill.”
She walked back to her vehicle and I knew it would be a while before we conversed again.
Later that night, I stared out my window at the Murphy home. I saw a star shoot across the sky, and it almost seemed ready to plummet into the side of their house.
4
The next evening, I took a walk around the suburb. I spotted a thin line of dried red fluid along a path which led into the woods.
I was attempting to get in some movement to get my mind off of the events of the day before. Negativity and self-deprecation were all-consuming. I felt the need for a long saunter to try and release some of the meandering and pessimistic energy I accrued.
When I saw the carmine ribbon along the dark soil, a sense of worry filled me. I was not that far removed from a cul-de-sac with palatial manors a block away. There was no way I could speculate on me being the first to see it.
Could it be a hint where they are? I thought.
The notion seemed absurd, a reach.
I had read in the local newspaper that there was an uptick in bobcat sightings due to recent wildfires. The animals relocated during prior summers. I reasoned it could have been a house pet which became a victim after it got snatched away into the overgrowth.
I followed it, and the uneven road of red stretched on past many bushes and over logs. A shrill chirping in the background became louder. I moved between two conifers with petrified wood and found myself in a part of the forest I had never been in.
There were so many branches that it blacked out the falling sun. Ahead of me was a clearing. A swarm of gnats and mosquitos descended upon it. The sea of insects soared together in chaotic unison as a wave among the sedges and lichen.
I looked towards the right of the meadow and saw a ramshackle tree house. I trailed the red line towards it. I peered in through one of the windows and saw a statue of a woman with wings. I knew she was not an angel. There was no halo, nor were her organs of flight feathery, but rather they were thin and bat-like.
I entered the place knowing the danger I was putting myself in. I had tracked mud in and was oblivious to the incriminating actions I partook in. I was trespassing and risking stumbling into whoever may have owned the land. My curiosity got the better of me and caused me to keep moving forward.
The room was sparse but decorated. The walls had carvings of men and women, also with wings. Their bodies held yogic-like positions as they reached out to one another mid-air.
A piece of parchment with a few words sat in the corner. I picked it up and read it:
‘Humans are the greatest living beings to play tricks on. Especially when they go through a time of drought and extreme cold.’
I sat it down where I found it, unsure of what to make of it.
I touched the central figure’s neck. The chiseling was not only cold, but below freezing, as though I had submerged my hand in a polar pool.
The noise of some kind of bird attempting to escape a confined space reverberated below me.
Something brushed against my leg. I looked down and saw an army of glow bugs float up between the cracks, and they circled around me. They were like dragon flies. At the time I had labeled them as such, but in reality their shapes were far too humanoid.
I walked back home. I went to bed and slept. I was still perturbed at the wine-colored avenue and cabin.
I awoke in the middle of the night after something tapped at my walls from the outside. I peered out and saw the Murphy home, and observed how the blinds over their casements were wide open. A hive of mites filled every inch of the interior.
5
I found the decomposing body of a chipmunk stuffed into the tailpipe of my vehicle the next day.
This horrified me, because the deliberation of the act was too evident to ignore. While I did have a surveillance camera on my porch, the coverage of my vehicle was non-existent. I calmed myself down by thinking it was likely a tempestuous child. I retrieved a pair of medical gloves and disposed of the creature before going on with the errand. The rotting body had a horrible smell. It was like an onion left out in humidity for days, and my stomach turned as I sealed it off in the garbage with the lid.
The next morning, I looked in my closet. Some of my favorite shirts had disintegrated. Holes and patches of destroyed fabric littered them. I found it odd, and even searched on-line for possible answers before I decided it had to be a moth infestation. I sprayed lavender. Information on a website statEd that was a cure-all, but the problem persisted. It bothered me that I had not seen a single aphid, but I pushed that concern away.
A few days afterward, when I had tossed my disheveled pieces of attire, the power in my house went out. This was not such an unusual occurrence during the heavy winter months. For it to occur in the summer was strange.
It was a rolling blackout. Once my house had electricity again, I noticed how someone moved items around.
Something turned my kitchen table on its side and stuffed into a part of the kitchen I would have never placed it in.
I grabbed a butcher knife and did a sweep of the premises, and I did not find anything. There were no footprints or signs of anything else tampered with. When I got to the second story, birds nested along the tree tops, and the repugnant odor of fish attacked me.
My allergies became insufferable over the next month. Nothing purchased over the counter which helped it.
6
I went to the beach on an overcast day. After roughly half a mile of walking, I saw an illustration someone had drawn in the sand with a stick. It was of a being with airfoils.
A light precipitation had fallen earlier. As I trailed along the former part of the sand, a glint in the corner of my eye caught my attention. I looked out at the water and saw what appeared to be a light blue outline of wings beneath the surface.
A phosphorescent wall of creatures surrounded me.
As the days march on, I know I am stalked by something I cannot rebel against, let alone have any agency or autonomy over. My pillowcases have shredded, the pipes in my basement have burst, and someone left me a gift at my front door. When I opened it, I saw mice scurry away. It was a book, and it was one about the history of fairies.
I picked it up and had to blow the dust off of it. Someone had stolen it from a musty subterranean chamber and brought it here.
I theorized that it was Samantha, passive aggressive with her disappointment in me. Yet I flip through its pages and find it all too familiar. I cannot help but wonder if this is a sign of something far more dangerous.
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I live in a suburb surrounded by forest. My house is in a row of other properties built next to a tree line. The neighborhood was always quiet. The sounds of crickets, birds, and sight of black bears were routine on most summer days.
The scenic area was something I was always grateful for. I lived completely alone since the death of my parents. An accidental fire took both of their lives. Once I collected my inheritance, I relocated to a much more peaceful region. I had always fantasized about moving there.
I tried to start a relationship with Samantha. I had gone to High School with her sixteen years before. She had gone on to become a respected Detective. My attempt at something long lasting with her failed. She was too career oriented. I was reeling from grief. Focusing on building something meaningful with her was a pipe dream.
Things around my community changed once the Murphy family went missing.
The first sign that something was off on that Wednesday was how their blinds had closed. Their silver Chevy Chrysler remained parked in the driveway.
A tennis instructor at the country club noticed the wife of that house did not show up for the program. He called their number to make sure everything was alright. When no one responded, he notified the authorities. Rumors abounded immediately among the home owners association about an alleged affair. The gossip only furthered when the married couple and their three kids were not found in the abode.
I watched from my balcony as the patrolmen roped the place off with caution tape. The domicile was a three story building with brick chimney’s and a few peaked roofs in the style of English towers. They were beige, light blue and crimson.
On the morning of the Murphy’s desertion of society, the architecture became a hollow image. It was one that was once filled with activity and life.
The law did what they could. Any success they may have had in the investigation was secret. A few months passed by and they removed the caution tape.
I followed the on-line police logs. The weather was pristine and clear the day they vanished. The fact that there were no witnesses to what direction they may have gone disturbed me.
I had heard how the man, Frank Murphy, had a bit of a temper and always had a bourbon in hand. I had heard mutual friends describe him as an alcoholic in denial of his servitude to liquor. He was an indignant individual who knew no true repercussions for his behavior. He always had bail money from a software company he founded and sold a long time ago.
I was never close to that family, but I peered out at their vacant house far more than I ever had. I was in need of an answer. What could have happened?
2
I called Samantha one evening as I sat on my bed, wondering how she would respond to my reaching out. We were never argumentative or on bad terms. I still worried about her reaction, and hoped it would not be a dismissive one.
I heard her say hello. Her voice still impressed me. I had almost forgotten how silky her tone was. I knew it could change to a much firmer pitch when she was interviewing a suspect.
“Hi, Sam. I’d like to know if you’d be free tomorrow for a cup of coffee. We can go to that place, The Bean Field, off Pond road. It’s been a while and I know you have a lot to tell me about what’s new in your life.”
There was a pause on the other end, and for a second a bout of anxiety hit me. I judged my own words as robotic, stilted, and sure to push her away. I reasoned she was summoning an excuse to get out of having to interact with me. How dare I presume she would even entertain the notion of having a meeting.
“That sounds great,” she said. “Tomorrow is my day off, luckily for you. I’m in the middle of an incident right now. It’s a five car pile-up about forty minutes from where you live. I’ve gotta run. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
When she hung up, I was triumphant. I looked at our old text conversations. I realized we had not been in communication with each other for over twelve months. Now was my opportunity to reconcile that gap of unintended avoidance. I knew it would be an undeserved opportunity.
3
I sat outside of the cafe the next morning at a black metal table. I had a view of rolling hills dotted with trees. A highway with multitudinous shrubberies sat on either side of it. I sipped a piccolo latte while waiting for her.
When she arrived and stepped out of her hatchback in the parking lot, her appearance floored me. She had not dressed up for our supposed date, but that did not make a difference. She had arrived from the gym and wore shorts and a top set. She donned a gray and green hoodie.
She sat across from me and reached for the menu.
“Can you go to the front and order me avocado toast?” Samantha asked. “I’ll also take a mocha with a few shots of espresso. Please.”
I did exactly that. When I returned with her items, she apologized for consuming her meal in less than two minutes.
“I hadn’t eaten since five PM yesterday,” she said between sips.
“I understand,” I said. “I doubt you ever have a consistent schedule anymore.”
“You’re right, but that’s why I have to enjoy my free time when I can.”
We settled into talking about what had happened since we last saw each other. I referenced my trying to learn another language (French) with the hopes of moving to Europe or Canada.
After fifteen minutes of small talk, I asked her about work, but I did so with caution. It started with me wondering about what the call she was on when we were on the phone was about.
“A drunk driver blew a stop sign and hit two other vehicles,” she said. “It was ugly. A few people died. We’ll see if the man in silk pajamas gives him the proper sentence or a traffic citation.”
“You know, I’m curious about what happened to the Murphy’s, if they’re hurt or not.”
“You and everyone else,” she said. “We’ve been getting so many witness accounts, and so far they’ve all been bogus. All I know is what I saw when I got there.”
“I didn’t know you were one of the responders,” I said.
“Yeah. Something about the place was off from the moment I walked in. I found heavy items in placed they should not have been in. The toolbox was not in the garage but on the second story. A disassembled snowblower lay scattered everywhere in pieces. The oven door was on their bed. Frank Murphy was not the strongest guy in the world, either. For him to cause the kind of property damage I saw doesn’t make a lot of sense. At the risk of sounding crazy, inexplicable things happened when I was there.”
“Like what?”
“I was under the impression that something was playing a trick on me. Electrical outlets sparked a few times out of nowhere. The ceiling fan would go from still to spinning when I looked up at it. Books would fall off of the shelves. A volume on black magic, of all things, almost hit the top of my head when I walked on by. Another book about fairies collapsed with it.”
“So the home intruder set up a bunch of weird diversions,” I said. “I’ve heard of that before. These killers or kidnappers want the victims to think there was more than one of them. It’s so their account’s disputed in court.”
I’ll tell you right now,” she said, “we didn’t find any outside DNA.”
“So it’s a case of family annihilation,” I said as I took a long swig of my beverage. “I don’t know if you can substantiate the facts, but a few people have said that Emily had a big life insurance policy. Frank knew about. He may have been using steroids and having an affair, and that could have contributed to-“
It occurred to me that she eyed me with suspicion, as though I was digging too deep. I could also tell she regretted letting information about the forensic results slip.
She stood up and stared at me with a flash of anger in her eyes.
“I thought you wanted to piece something back together with me,” she said. “I didn’t know you wanted to play armchair investigator like every true crime fan. You know, your parents were kind. I wish you’d follow their example. I’ll let you get the bill.”
She walked back to her vehicle and I knew it would be a while before we conversed again.
Later that night, I stared out my window at the Murphy home. I saw a star shoot across the sky, and it almost seemed ready to plummet into the side of their house.
4
The next evening, I took a walk around the suburb. I spotted a thin line of dried red fluid along a path which led into the woods.
I was attempting to get in some movement to get my mind off of the events of the day before. Negativity and self-deprecation were all-consuming. I felt the need for a long saunter to try and release some of the meandering and pessimistic energy I accrued.
When I saw the carmine ribbon along the dark soil, a sense of worry filled me. I was not that far removed from a cul-de-sac with palatial manors a block away. There was no way I could speculate on me being the first to see it.
Could it be a hint where they are? I thought.
The notion seemed absurd, a reach.
I had read in the local newspaper that there was an uptick in bobcat sightings due to recent wildfires. The animals relocated during prior summers. I reasoned it could have been a house pet which became a victim after it got snatched away into the overgrowth.
I followed it, and the uneven road of red stretched on past many bushes and over logs. A shrill chirping in the background became louder. I moved between two conifers with petrified wood and found myself in a part of the forest I had never been in.
There were so many branches that it blacked out the falling sun. Ahead of me was a clearing. A swarm of gnats and mosquitos descended upon it. The sea of insects soared together in chaotic unison as a wave among the sedges and lichen.
I looked towards the right of the meadow and saw a ramshackle tree house. I trailed the red line towards it. I peered in through one of the windows and saw a statue of a woman with wings. I knew she was not an angel. There was no halo, nor were her organs of flight feathery, but rather they were thin and bat-like.
I entered the place knowing the danger I was putting myself in. I had tracked mud in and was oblivious to the incriminating actions I partook in. I was trespassing and risking stumbling into whoever may have owned the land. My curiosity got the better of me and caused me to keep moving forward.
The room was sparse but decorated. The walls had carvings of men and women, also with wings. Their bodies held yogic-like positions as they reached out to one another mid-air.
A piece of parchment with a few words sat in the corner. I picked it up and read it:
‘Humans are the greatest living beings to play tricks on. Especially when they go through a time of drought and extreme cold.’
I sat it down where I found it, unsure of what to make of it.
I touched the central figure’s neck. The chiseling was not only cold, but below freezing, as though I had submerged my hand in a polar pool.
The noise of some kind of bird attempting to escape a confined space reverberated below me.
Something brushed against my leg. I looked down and saw an army of glow bugs float up between the cracks, and they circled around me. They were like dragon flies. At the time I had labeled them as such, but in reality their shapes were far too humanoid.
I walked back home. I went to bed and slept. I was still perturbed at the wine-colored avenue and cabin.
I awoke in the middle of the night after something tapped at my walls from the outside. I peered out and saw the Murphy home, and observed how the blinds over their casements were wide open. A hive of mites filled every inch of the interior.
5
I found the decomposing body of a chipmunk stuffed into the tailpipe of my vehicle the next day.
This horrified me, because the deliberation of the act was too evident to ignore. While I did have a surveillance camera on my porch, the coverage of my vehicle was non-existent. I calmed myself down by thinking it was likely a tempestuous child. I retrieved a pair of medical gloves and disposed of the creature before going on with the errand. The rotting body had a horrible smell. It was like an onion left out in humidity for days, and my stomach turned as I sealed it off in the garbage with the lid.
The next morning, I looked in my closet. Some of my favorite shirts had disintegrated. Holes and patches of destroyed fabric littered them. I found it odd, and even searched on-line for possible answers before I decided it had to be a moth infestation. I sprayed lavender. Information on a website statEd that was a cure-all, but the problem persisted. It bothered me that I had not seen a single aphid, but I pushed that concern away.
A few days afterward, when I had tossed my disheveled pieces of attire, the power in my house went out. This was not such an unusual occurrence during the heavy winter months. For it to occur in the summer was strange.
It was a rolling blackout. Once my house had electricity again, I noticed how someone moved items around.
Something turned my kitchen table on its side and stuffed into a part of the kitchen I would have never placed it in.
I grabbed a butcher knife and did a sweep of the premises, and I did not find anything. There were no footprints or signs of anything else tampered with. When I got to the second story, birds nested along the tree tops, and the repugnant odor of fish attacked me.
My allergies became insufferable over the next month. Nothing purchased over the counter which helped it.
6
I went to the beach on an overcast day. After roughly half a mile of walking, I saw an illustration someone had drawn in the sand with a stick. It was of a being with airfoils.
A light precipitation had fallen earlier. As I trailed along the former part of the sand, a glint in the corner of my eye caught my attention. I looked out at the water and saw what appeared to be a light blue outline of wings beneath the surface.
A phosphorescent wall of creatures surrounded me.
As the days march on, I know I am stalked by something I cannot rebel against, let alone have any agency or autonomy over. My pillowcases have shredded, the pipes in my basement have burst, and someone left me a gift at my front door. When I opened it, I saw mice scurry away. It was a book, and it was one about the history of fairies.
I picked it up and had to blow the dust off of it. Someone had stolen it from a musty subterranean chamber and brought it here.
I theorized that it was Samantha, passive aggressive with her disappointment in me. Yet I flip through its pages and find it all too familiar. I cannot help but wonder if this is a sign of something far more dangerous.
2023.05.28 13:55 Colt_Leasure The family next door disappeared. The answer to their vanishing is in the woods.
I live in a suburb surrounded by forest. My house is in a row of other properties built next to a tree line. The neighborhood was always quiet. The sounds of crickets, birds, and sight of black bears were routine on most summer days.
The scenic area was something I was always grateful for. I lived completely alone since the death of my parents. An accidental fire took both of their lives. Once I collected my inheritance, I relocated to a much more peaceful region. I had always fantasized about moving there.
I tried to start a relationship with Samantha. I had gone to High School with her sixteen years before. She had gone on to become a respected Detective. My attempt at something long lasting with her failed. She was too career oriented. I was reeling from grief. Focusing on building something meaningful with her was a pipe dream.
Things around my community changed once the Murphy family went missing.
The first sign that something was off on that Wednesday was how their blinds had closed. Their silver Chevy Chrysler remained parked in the driveway.
A tennis instructor at the country club noticed the wife of that house did not show up for the program. He called their number to make sure everything was alright. When no one responded, he notified the authorities. Rumors abounded immediately among the home owners association about an alleged affair. The gossip only furthered when the married couple and their three kids were not found in the abode.
I watched from my balcony as the patrolmen roped the place off with caution tape. The domicile was a three story building with brick chimney’s and a few peaked roofs in the style of English towers. They were beige, light blue and crimson.
On the morning of the Murphy’s desertion of society, the architecture became a hollow image. It was one that was once filled with activity and life.
The law did what they could. Any success they may have had in the investigation was secret. A few months passed by and they removed the caution tape.
I followed the on-line police logs. The weather was pristine and clear the day they vanished. The fact that there were no witnesses to what direction they may have gone disturbed me.
I had heard how the man, Frank Murphy, had a bit of a temper and always had a bourbon in hand. I had heard mutual friends describe him as an alcoholic in denial of his servitude to liquor. He was an indignant individual who knew no true repercussions for his behavior. He always had bail money from a software company he founded and sold a long time ago.
I was never close to that family, but I peered out at their vacant house far more than I ever had. I was in need of an answer. What could have happened?
*
I called Samantha one evening as I sat on my bed, wondering how she would respond to my reaching out. We were never argumentative or on bad terms. I still worried about her reaction, and hoped it would not be a dismissive one.
I heard her say hello. Her voice still impressed me. I had almost forgotten how silky her tone was. I knew it could change to a much firmer pitch when she was interviewing a suspect.
“Hi, Sam. I’d like to know if you’d be free tomorrow for a cup of coffee. We can go to that place, The Bean Field, off Pond road. It’s been a while and I know you have a lot to tell me about what’s new in your life.”
There was a pause on the other end, and for a second a bout of anxiety hit me. I judged my own words as robotic, stilted, and sure to push her away. I reasoned she was summoning an excuse to get out of having to interact with me. How dare I presume she would even entertain the notion of having a meeting.
“That sounds great,” she said. “Tomorrow is my day off, luckily for you. I’m in the middle of an incident right now. It’s a five car pile-up about forty minutes from where you live. I’ve gotta run. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
When she hung up, I was triumphant. I looked at our old text conversations. I realized we had not been in communication with each other for over twelve months. Now was my opportunity to reconcile that gap of unintended avoidance. I knew it would be an undeserved opportunity.
*
I sat outside of the cafe the next morning at a black metal table. I had a view of rolling hills dotted with trees. A highway with multitudinous shrubberies sat on either side of it. I sipped a piccolo latte while waiting for her.
When she arrived and stepped out of her hatchback in the parking lot, her appearance floored me. She had not dressed up for our supposed date, but that did not make a difference. She had arrived from the gym and wore shorts and a top set. She donned a gray and green hoodie.
She sat across from me and reached for the menu.
“Can you go to the front and order me avocado toast?” Samantha asked. “I’ll also take a mocha with a few shots of espresso. Please.”
I did exactly that. When I returned with her items, she apologized for consuming her meal in less than two minutes.
“I hadn’t eaten since five PM yesterday,” she said between sips.
“I understand,” I said. “I doubt you ever have a consistent schedule anymore.”
“You’re right, but that’s why I have to enjoy my free time when I can.”
We settled into talking about what had happened since we last saw each other. I referenced my trying to learn another language (French) with the hopes of moving to Europe or Canada.
After fifteen minutes of small talk, I asked her about work, but I did so with caution. It started with me wondering about what the call she was on when we were on the phone was about.
“A drunk driver blew a stop sign and hit two other vehicles,” she said. “It was ugly. A few people died. We’ll see if the man in silk pajamas gives him the proper sentence or a traffic citation.”
“You know, I’m curious about what happened to the Murphy’s, if they’re hurt or not.”
“You and everyone else,” she said. “We’ve been getting so many witness accounts, and so far they’ve all been bogus. All I know is what I saw when I got there.”
“I didn’t know you were one of the responders,” I said.
“Yeah. Something about the place was off from the moment I walked in. I found heavy items in placed they should not have been in. The toolbox was not in the garage but on the second story. A disassembled snowblower lay scattered everywhere in pieces. The oven door was on their bed. Frank Murphy was not the strongest guy in the world, either. For him to cause the kind of property damage I saw doesn’t make a lot of sense. At the risk of sounding crazy, inexplicable things happened when I was there.”
“Like what?”
“I was under the impression that something was playing a trick on me. Electrical outlets sparked a few times out of nowhere. The ceiling fan would go from still to spinning when I looked up at it. Books would fall off of the shelves. A volume on black magic, of all things, almost hit the top of my head when I walked on by. Another book about fairies collapsed with it.”
“So the home intruder set up a bunch of weird diversions,” I said. “I’ve heard of that before. These killers or kidnappers want the victims to think there was more than one of them. It’s so their account’s disputed in court.”
I’ll tell you right now,” she said, “we didn’t find any outside DNA.”
“So it’s a case of family annihilation,” I said as I took a long swig of my beverage. “I don’t know if you can substantiate the facts, but a few people have said that Emily had a big life insurance policy. Frank knew about. He may have been using steroids and having an affair, and that could have contributed to-“
It occurred to me that she eyed me with suspicion, as though I was digging too deep. I could also tell she regretted letting information about the forensic results slip.
She stood up and stared at me with a flash of anger in her eyes.
“I thought you wanted to piece something back together with me,” she said. “I didn’t know you wanted to play armchair investigator like every true crime fan. You know, your parents were kind. I wish you’d follow their example. I’ll let you get the bill.”
She walked back to her vehicle and I knew it would be a while before we conversed again.
Later that night, I stared out my window at the Murphy home. I saw a star shoot across the sky, and it almost seemed ready to plummet into the side of their house.
*
The next evening, I took a walk around the suburb. I spotted a thin line of dried red fluid along a path which led into the woods.
I was attempting to get in some movement to get my mind off of the events of the day before. Negativity and self-deprecation were all-consuming. I felt the need for a long saunter to try and release some of the meandering and pessimistic energy I accrued.
When I saw the carmine ribbon along the dark soil, a sense of worry filled me. I was not that far removed from a cul-de-sac with palatial manors a block away. There was no way I could speculate on me being the first to see it.
Could it be a hint where they are? I thought.
The notion seemed absurd, a reach.
I had read in the local newspaper that there was an uptick in bobcat sightings due to recent wildfires. The animals relocated during prior summers. I reasoned it could have been a house pet which became a victim after it got snatched away into the overgrowth.
I followed it, and the uneven road of red stretched on past many bushes and over logs. A shrill chirping in the background became louder. I moved between two conifers with petrified wood and found myself in a part of the forest I had never been in.
There were so many branches that it blacked out the falling sun. Ahead of me was a clearing. A swarm of gnats and mosquitos descended upon it. The sea of insects soared together in chaotic unison as a wave among the sedges and lichen.
I looked towards the right of the meadow and saw a ramshackle tree house. I trailed the red line towards it. I peered in through one of the windows and saw a statue of a woman with wings. I knew she was not an angel. There was no halo, nor were her organs of flight feathery, but rather they were thin and bat-like.
I entered the place knowing the danger I was putting myself in. I had tracked mud in and was oblivious to the incriminating actions I partook in. I was trespassing and risking stumbling into whoever may have owned the land. My curiosity got the better of me and caused me to keep moving forward.
The room was sparse but decorated. The walls had carvings of men and women, also with wings. Their bodies held yogic-like positions as they reached out to one another mid-air.
A piece of parchment with a few words sat in the corner. I picked it up and read it:
‘Humans are the greatest living beings to play tricks on. Especially when they go through a time of drought and extreme cold.’
I sat it down where I found it, unsure of what to make of it.
I touched the central figure’s neck. The chiseling was not only cold, but below freezing, as though I had submerged my hand in a polar pool.
The noise of some kind of bird attempting to escape a confined space reverberated below me.
Something brushed against my leg. I looked down and saw an army of glow bugs float up between the cracks, and they circled around me. They were like dragon flies. At the time I had labeled them as such, but in reality their shapes were far too humanoid.
I walked back home. I went to bed and slept. I was still perturbed at the wine-colored avenue and cabin.
I awoke in the middle of the night after something tapped at my walls from the outside. I peered out and saw the Murphy home, and observed how the blinds over their casements were wide open. A hive of mites filled every inch of the interior.
*
I found the decomposing body of a chipmunk stuffed into the tailpipe of my vehicle the next day.
This horrified me, because the deliberation of the act was too evident to ignore. While I did have a surveillance camera on my porch, the coverage of my vehicle was non-existent. I calmed myself down by thinking it was likely a tempestuous child. I retrieved a pair of medical gloves and disposed of the creature before going on with the errand. The rotting body had a horrible smell. It was like an onion left out in humidity for days, and my stomach turned as I sealed it off in the garbage with the lid.
The next morning, I looked in my closet. Some of my favorite shirts had disintegrated. Holes and patches of destroyed fabric littered them. I found it odd, and even searched on-line for possible answers before I decided it had to be a moth infestation. I sprayed lavender. Information on a website statEd that was a cure-all, but the problem persisted. It bothered me that I had not seen a single aphid, but I pushed that concern away.
A few days afterward, when I had tossed my disheveled pieces of attire, the power in my house went out. This was not such an unusual occurrence during the heavy winter months. For it to occur in the summer was strange.
It was a rolling blackout. Once my house had electricity again, I noticed how someone moved items around.
Something turned my kitchen table on its side and stuffed into a part of the kitchen I would have never placed it in.
I grabbed a butcher knife and did a sweep of the premises, and I did not find anything. There were no footprints or signs of anything else tampered with. When I got to the second story, birds nested along the tree tops, and the repugnant odor of fish attacked me.
My allergies became insufferable over the next month. Nothing purchased over the counter which helped it.
*
I went to the beach on an overcast day. After roughly half a mile of walking, I saw an illustration someone had drawn in the sand with a stick. It was of a being with airfoils.
A light precipitation had fallen earlier. As I trailed along the former part of the sand, a glint in the corner of my eye caught my attention. I looked out at the water and saw what appeared to be a light blue outline of wings beneath the surface.
A phosphorescent wall of creatures surrounded me.
As the days march on, I know I am stalked by something I cannot rebel against, let alone have any agency or autonomy over. My pillowcases have shredded, the pipes in my basement have burst, and someone left me a gift at my front door. When I opened it, I saw mice scurry away. It was a book, and it was one about the history of fairies.
I picked it up and had to blow the dust off of it. Someone had stolen it from a musty subterranean chamber and brought it here.
I theorized that it was Samantha, passive aggressive with her disappointment in me. Yet I flip through its pages and find it all too familiar. I cannot help but wonder if this is a sign of something far more dangerous.
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The scenic area was something I was always grateful for. I lived completely alone since the death of my parents. An accidental fire took both of their lives. Once I collected my inheritance, I relocated to a much more peaceful region. I had always fantasized about moving there.
I tried to start a relationship with Samantha. I had gone to High School with her sixteen years before. She had gone on to become a respected Detective. My attempt at something long lasting with her failed. She was too career oriented. I was reeling from grief. Focusing on building something meaningful with her was a pipe dream.
Things around my community changed once the Murphy family went missing.
The first sign that something was off on that Wednesday was how their blinds had closed. Their silver Chevy Chrysler remained parked in the driveway.
A tennis instructor at the country club noticed the wife of that house did not show up for the program. He called their number to make sure everything was alright. When no one responded, he notified the authorities. Rumors abounded immediately among the home owners association about an alleged affair. The gossip only furthered when the married couple and their three kids were not found in the abode.
I watched from my balcony as the patrolmen roped the place off with caution tape. The domicile was a three story building with brick chimney’s and a few peaked roofs in the style of English towers. They were beige, light blue and crimson.
On the morning of the Murphy’s desertion of society, the architecture became a hollow image. It was one that was once filled with activity and life.
The law did what they could. Any success they may have had in the investigation was secret. A few months passed by and they removed the caution tape.
I followed the on-line police logs. The weather was pristine and clear the day they vanished. The fact that there were no witnesses to what direction they may have gone disturbed me.
I had heard how the man, Frank Murphy, had a bit of a temper and always had a bourbon in hand. I had heard mutual friends describe him as an alcoholic in denial of his servitude to liquor. He was an indignant individual who knew no true repercussions for his behavior. He always had bail money from a software company he founded and sold a long time ago.
I was never close to that family, but I peered out at their vacant house far more than I ever had. I was in need of an answer. What could have happened?
*
I called Samantha one evening as I sat on my bed, wondering how she would respond to my reaching out. We were never argumentative or on bad terms. I still worried about her reaction, and hoped it would not be a dismissive one.
I heard her say hello. Her voice still impressed me. I had almost forgotten how silky her tone was. I knew it could change to a much firmer pitch when she was interviewing a suspect.
“Hi, Sam. I’d like to know if you’d be free tomorrow for a cup of coffee. We can go to that place, The Bean Field, off Pond road. It’s been a while and I know you have a lot to tell me about what’s new in your life.”
There was a pause on the other end, and for a second a bout of anxiety hit me. I judged my own words as robotic, stilted, and sure to push her away. I reasoned she was summoning an excuse to get out of having to interact with me. How dare I presume she would even entertain the notion of having a meeting.
“That sounds great,” she said. “Tomorrow is my day off, luckily for you. I’m in the middle of an incident right now. It’s a five car pile-up about forty minutes from where you live. I’ve gotta run. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
When she hung up, I was triumphant. I looked at our old text conversations. I realized we had not been in communication with each other for over twelve months. Now was my opportunity to reconcile that gap of unintended avoidance. I knew it would be an undeserved opportunity.
*
I sat outside of the cafe the next morning at a black metal table. I had a view of rolling hills dotted with trees. A highway with multitudinous shrubberies sat on either side of it. I sipped a piccolo latte while waiting for her.
When she arrived and stepped out of her hatchback in the parking lot, her appearance floored me. She had not dressed up for our supposed date, but that did not make a difference. She had arrived from the gym and wore shorts and a top set. She donned a gray and green hoodie.
She sat across from me and reached for the menu.
“Can you go to the front and order me avocado toast?” Samantha asked. “I’ll also take a mocha with a few shots of espresso. Please.”
I did exactly that. When I returned with her items, she apologized for consuming her meal in less than two minutes.
“I hadn’t eaten since five PM yesterday,” she said between sips.
“I understand,” I said. “I doubt you ever have a consistent schedule anymore.”
“You’re right, but that’s why I have to enjoy my free time when I can.”
We settled into talking about what had happened since we last saw each other. I referenced my trying to learn another language (French) with the hopes of moving to Europe or Canada.
After fifteen minutes of small talk, I asked her about work, but I did so with caution. It started with me wondering about what the call she was on when we were on the phone was about.
“A drunk driver blew a stop sign and hit two other vehicles,” she said. “It was ugly. A few people died. We’ll see if the man in silk pajamas gives him the proper sentence or a traffic citation.”
“You know, I’m curious about what happened to the Murphy’s, if they’re hurt or not.”
“You and everyone else,” she said. “We’ve been getting so many witness accounts, and so far they’ve all been bogus. All I know is what I saw when I got there.”
“I didn’t know you were one of the responders,” I said.
“Yeah. Something about the place was off from the moment I walked in. I found heavy items in placed they should not have been in. The toolbox was not in the garage but on the second story. A disassembled snowblower lay scattered everywhere in pieces. The oven door was on their bed. Frank Murphy was not the strongest guy in the world, either. For him to cause the kind of property damage I saw doesn’t make a lot of sense. At the risk of sounding crazy, inexplicable things happened when I was there.”
“Like what?”
“I was under the impression that something was playing a trick on me. Electrical outlets sparked a few times out of nowhere. The ceiling fan would go from still to spinning when I looked up at it. Books would fall off of the shelves. A volume on black magic, of all things, almost hit the top of my head when I walked on by. Another book about fairies collapsed with it.”
“So the home intruder set up a bunch of weird diversions,” I said. “I’ve heard of that before. These killers or kidnappers want the victims to think there was more than one of them. It’s so their account’s disputed in court.”
I’ll tell you right now,” she said, “we didn’t find any outside DNA.”
“So it’s a case of family annihilation,” I said as I took a long swig of my beverage. “I don’t know if you can substantiate the facts, but a few people have said that Emily had a big life insurance policy. Frank knew about. He may have been using steroids and having an affair, and that could have contributed to-“
It occurred to me that she eyed me with suspicion, as though I was digging too deep. I could also tell she regretted letting information about the forensic results slip.
She stood up and stared at me with a flash of anger in her eyes.
“I thought you wanted to piece something back together with me,” she said. “I didn’t know you wanted to play armchair investigator like every true crime fan. You know, your parents were kind. I wish you’d follow their example. I’ll let you get the bill.”
She walked back to her vehicle and I knew it would be a while before we conversed again.
Later that night, I stared out my window at the Murphy home. I saw a star shoot across the sky, and it almost seemed ready to plummet into the side of their house.
*
The next evening, I took a walk around the suburb. I spotted a thin line of dried red fluid along a path which led into the woods.
I was attempting to get in some movement to get my mind off of the events of the day before. Negativity and self-deprecation were all-consuming. I felt the need for a long saunter to try and release some of the meandering and pessimistic energy I accrued.
When I saw the carmine ribbon along the dark soil, a sense of worry filled me. I was not that far removed from a cul-de-sac with palatial manors a block away. There was no way I could speculate on me being the first to see it.
Could it be a hint where they are? I thought.
The notion seemed absurd, a reach.
I had read in the local newspaper that there was an uptick in bobcat sightings due to recent wildfires. The animals relocated during prior summers. I reasoned it could have been a house pet which became a victim after it got snatched away into the overgrowth.
I followed it, and the uneven road of red stretched on past many bushes and over logs. A shrill chirping in the background became louder. I moved between two conifers with petrified wood and found myself in a part of the forest I had never been in.
There were so many branches that it blacked out the falling sun. Ahead of me was a clearing. A swarm of gnats and mosquitos descended upon it. The sea of insects soared together in chaotic unison as a wave among the sedges and lichen.
I looked towards the right of the meadow and saw a ramshackle tree house. I trailed the red line towards it. I peered in through one of the windows and saw a statue of a woman with wings. I knew she was not an angel. There was no halo, nor were her organs of flight feathery, but rather they were thin and bat-like.
I entered the place knowing the danger I was putting myself in. I had tracked mud in and was oblivious to the incriminating actions I partook in. I was trespassing and risking stumbling into whoever may have owned the land. My curiosity got the better of me and caused me to keep moving forward.
The room was sparse but decorated. The walls had carvings of men and women, also with wings. Their bodies held yogic-like positions as they reached out to one another mid-air.
A piece of parchment with a few words sat in the corner. I picked it up and read it:
‘Humans are the greatest living beings to play tricks on. Especially when they go through a time of drought and extreme cold.’
I sat it down where I found it, unsure of what to make of it.
I touched the central figure’s neck. The chiseling was not only cold, but below freezing, as though I had submerged my hand in a polar pool.
The noise of some kind of bird attempting to escape a confined space reverberated below me.
Something brushed against my leg. I looked down and saw an army of glow bugs float up between the cracks, and they circled around me. They were like dragon flies. At the time I had labeled them as such, but in reality their shapes were far too humanoid.
I walked back home. I went to bed and slept. I was still perturbed at the wine-colored avenue and cabin.
I awoke in the middle of the night after something tapped at my walls from the outside. I peered out and saw the Murphy home, and observed how the blinds over their casements were wide open. A hive of mites filled every inch of the interior.
*
I found the decomposing body of a chipmunk stuffed into the tailpipe of my vehicle the next day.
This horrified me, because the deliberation of the act was too evident to ignore. While I did have a surveillance camera on my porch, the coverage of my vehicle was non-existent. I calmed myself down by thinking it was likely a tempestuous child. I retrieved a pair of medical gloves and disposed of the creature before going on with the errand. The rotting body had a horrible smell. It was like an onion left out in humidity for days, and my stomach turned as I sealed it off in the garbage with the lid.
The next morning, I looked in my closet. Some of my favorite shirts had disintegrated. Holes and patches of destroyed fabric littered them. I found it odd, and even searched on-line for possible answers before I decided it had to be a moth infestation. I sprayed lavender. Information on a website statEd that was a cure-all, but the problem persisted. It bothered me that I had not seen a single aphid, but I pushed that concern away.
A few days afterward, when I had tossed my disheveled pieces of attire, the power in my house went out. This was not such an unusual occurrence during the heavy winter months. For it to occur in the summer was strange.
It was a rolling blackout. Once my house had electricity again, I noticed how someone moved items around.
Something turned my kitchen table on its side and stuffed into a part of the kitchen I would have never placed it in.
I grabbed a butcher knife and did a sweep of the premises, and I did not find anything. There were no footprints or signs of anything else tampered with. When I got to the second story, birds nested along the tree tops, and the repugnant odor of fish attacked me.
My allergies became insufferable over the next month. Nothing purchased over the counter which helped it.
*
I went to the beach on an overcast day. After roughly half a mile of walking, I saw an illustration someone had drawn in the sand with a stick. It was of a being with airfoils.
A light precipitation had fallen earlier. As I trailed along the former part of the sand, a glint in the corner of my eye caught my attention. I looked out at the water and saw what appeared to be a light blue outline of wings beneath the surface.
A phosphorescent wall of creatures surrounded me.
As the days march on, I know I am stalked by something I cannot rebel against, let alone have any agency or autonomy over. My pillowcases have shredded, the pipes in my basement have burst, and someone left me a gift at my front door. When I opened it, I saw mice scurry away. It was a book, and it was one about the history of fairies.
I picked it up and had to blow the dust off of it. Someone had stolen it from a musty subterranean chamber and brought it here.
I theorized that it was Samantha, passive aggressive with her disappointment in me. Yet I flip through its pages and find it all too familiar. I cannot help but wonder if this is a sign of something far more dangerous.
2023.05.28 13:51 Agreeable_Extreme282 Molly Burch Announces Fall 2023 US Tour
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2023.05.28 13:50 Hsiang7 Theory: the Draconids wished upon Jirachi to summon Rayquaza and quell the fight between Groudon and Kyogre and this will be the plot for a future Legends: Jirachi game
From Bulbapedia:
Could be the plot for a future Legends: Jirachi game. You are one of the Draconids living in the time period of the second battle between Groudon and Kyogre when the meteorite hits, awakening Groudon and Kyogre once again, and you have to find and wish upon Jirachi to summon Rayquaza and stop the fighting to save the world. Would be interesting to see regions of Hoenn change from intense drought to torrential rain as the fighting goes on in the background as you travel through Hoenn searching for leads in ancient relics to find Jirachi and awaken it once again from its 1000 year slumber.
TL;DR: Groudon and Kyogre fight, humans wished upon Jirachi to summon the fighting, Rayquaza says "stop", Kyogre and Groudon say "ok" and go back to sleep where they live happily ever after until the events in Gen 3.
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"A thousand years later, a meteoroid hit the earth, creating what would become Sootopolis City. This impact caused cracks in the ground that unleashed natural energy, causing Primal Groudon and Primal Kyogre to battle each other again, threatening to destroy the world in the process. Humans had a collective memory of how Rayquaza saved their race long ago, and their wish for this to happen again combined with the power of the Meteorite allowed Rayquaza to Mega Evolve for the first time and calm the other two Pokémon. Stripped of their primal forms, Groudon and Kyogre entered a deep slumber in their respective homes while Rayquaza returned to the sky."Jirachi hibernates and only awakens once every 1000 years, and the time between Primal Groudon and Kyogre's first and second battle is also, coincidentally, 1000 years. Not only that, but the word "wish" here is interesting.
their wish for this to happen again combined with the power of the Meteorite allowed Rayquaza to Mega Evolve for the first time and calm the other two PokémonMy theory is that they wished upon Jirachi to summon Rayquaza and give it the power to stop Primal Groudon and Kyogre. Jirachi grants Rayquaza the ability to Mega Evolve with the power of the meteorite for the first time and stop the fighting between Groudon and Kyogre.
Could be the plot for a future Legends: Jirachi game. You are one of the Draconids living in the time period of the second battle between Groudon and Kyogre when the meteorite hits, awakening Groudon and Kyogre once again, and you have to find and wish upon Jirachi to summon Rayquaza and stop the fighting to save the world. Would be interesting to see regions of Hoenn change from intense drought to torrential rain as the fighting goes on in the background as you travel through Hoenn searching for leads in ancient relics to find Jirachi and awaken it once again from its 1000 year slumber.
TL;DR: Groudon and Kyogre fight, humans wished upon Jirachi to summon the fighting, Rayquaza says "stop", Kyogre and Groudon say "ok" and go back to sleep where they live happily ever after until the events in Gen 3.
2023.05.28 13:48 JaimeSalvaje Unifi to Delta
My wife was just hired on through Unifi to be a cabin cleaner. She mostly took this job for the flight benefits and to work part time while she works on her mental issues. Well, after some research it looks like the flight benefits suck in comparison to when she was working with American Airlines as a contractor. Of course having some flight benefits is better than not having any, for the moment at least. In the future she wants to work for Delta directly and maybe even move to a city that has a Delta hub. Anyone know how she would go about working for Delta as a full time employee in the future?
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2023.05.28 13:32 Primary_Wrongdoer660 State of the Stadium
Some STH were invited to a “fireside chat” with Brad yesterday prior to the match, entitled, “State of the Stadium.”
Tl;dr not a whole lot of new stuff, but tons of interesting subtext - will try to brain dump here:
We took the opportunity to let them know that, while we understand the need to make more revenue, we need to balance making the club accessible - got some not-satisfying lame answer to the effect of “we agree.”
However, left feeling that 30%-50% price increases (Vs today’s prices) are probably going to be the norm. This on top of them saying “…we will definitely need new (corporate) buyers to help with the revenue component.”
They’ve been spending time in Austin and St. Louis learning how those clubs have optimized revenue. In the CEO’s terms “I’m a supply/demand guy and I want more demand than supply.”
As a Founding member, am all for the club FINALLY getting a new home, BUT it feels like this crop of leaders will skew revenue first (again, I understand why and support it - to a limit) and growing the game second. However, this is a newer leadership team, they feel a little disconnected and a little nickel and dimey.
My ask: if you get asked to join a focus group, voice your opinions and don’t be shy. We get ONE chance to get this right. It’s our club and it’s our city. For those of us here since 2013, it’s a chance for us to finally shape our identity. Leadership rotates, the stadium is a fixture.
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Tl;dr not a whole lot of new stuff, but tons of interesting subtext - will try to brain dump here:
- Most expensive stadium in North American soccefootball by an order of 2x (“…not because we are gold plating everything but because of the NY premium”)
- Because of this, club will have to earn more (more on this later)
- Want this to be THE destination for soccefootball
- Would love for the stadium to become a general venue, but immediate focus is on soccefootball (including women’s matches; hi2u women’s World Cup!) and possibly expanding into hosting Rugby, Lacrosse, even the XFL
- NYCFC II likely NOT using the new stadium. Ideal capacity for the 2nd team around 5k-8k and looking at Westchester, LI, and even BK as homes.
- 12%-20% of seats will be premium; this is consistent with newer MLS stadiums. Likely will be closer to 20%, with Pitchside continuing to be the most exclusive/expensive
- Current plans do NOT call for stadium expandability (mainly because of zoning rules and the inability to access certain parcels of land on the new site; making construction a bit hardeROI not clear)
- parking situation with Cohen: it’s a thing, but the club feels fairly confident it will somehow get resolved; they are moving full speed ahead with plans/reviews
- Food and Beverage being figured out and they feel all major players will compete for the business
- Oh and bricks/brick placement likely going to be one of the last things that gets decided
We took the opportunity to let them know that, while we understand the need to make more revenue, we need to balance making the club accessible - got some not-satisfying lame answer to the effect of “we agree.”
However, left feeling that 30%-50% price increases (Vs today’s prices) are probably going to be the norm. This on top of them saying “…we will definitely need new (corporate) buyers to help with the revenue component.”
They’ve been spending time in Austin and St. Louis learning how those clubs have optimized revenue. In the CEO’s terms “I’m a supply/demand guy and I want more demand than supply.”
As a Founding member, am all for the club FINALLY getting a new home, BUT it feels like this crop of leaders will skew revenue first (again, I understand why and support it - to a limit) and growing the game second. However, this is a newer leadership team, they feel a little disconnected and a little nickel and dimey.
My ask: if you get asked to join a focus group, voice your opinions and don’t be shy. We get ONE chance to get this right. It’s our club and it’s our city. For those of us here since 2013, it’s a chance for us to finally shape our identity. Leadership rotates, the stadium is a fixture.
2023.05.28 13:27 Amadeo_33 31 [M4F] NYC / USA in search of my only and one
Hi Hope you are well
sometimes being single sucks, sometimes not , but whenever you had both enough , you may need to find someone who you can be forever with.
My last serious relationship has ended in 2020 . So I am pretty single , alone and both at the sametime ... regardless there was many dates after 2020, i am still looking for you ...
Can't give up with this, I need to find my girl so badly ... my sweet and kind one . I need to find girl that i am comfortable with to trade butterflies, ups and downs and Everything good for the rest of the life .
Details about me you may need to consider :
Please don't be afraid to relocate if you are kind and sweetheart but farest coast from USA. Because my home will be yours and your bills will be mine to pay lol please don't be afride of new future because I will help you to put both of your feet on the ground very stable in New city, I will do everything to help you to find new job , friends, connections career and etc ... I will do everything I can, but you have to be able to do something and make own money Instead of smoke and chill for 24/7 lol
You may be blonde girl some mix of /Slavic/Nordic/ redhead whatever
Please include in your text your favorite breakfast
Looking forward to hearing from you Warmly
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sometimes being single sucks, sometimes not , but whenever you had both enough , you may need to find someone who you can be forever with.
My last serious relationship has ended in 2020 . So I am pretty single , alone and both at the sametime ... regardless there was many dates after 2020, i am still looking for you ...
Can't give up with this, I need to find my girl so badly ... my sweet and kind one . I need to find girl that i am comfortable with to trade butterflies, ups and downs and Everything good for the rest of the life .
Details about me you may need to consider :
- Caucasian/white M. Orthodox Christian with more traditional values. ( let me know if this scares you , you may mistaken lol )
- 155lb, 5'7 tall, athletic shape, green eyes, shaved my head yesterday, but always have Short hair cut anyway. I have scar on the eyebrow , so easy to recognize me if we have to meet Called handsome many times ...
- Working Monday to Thursday and Sundays . Mostly off for Friday/Saturday. Or sometimes once per week . I am in sport industry and it can be so crazy or so calm sometimes. Depends part of the competitive season. Working hours 12 pm to 8 pm.
- I do live by myself. It's nice place . So we can find place for your toothbrush in my bathroom. Because you will may need relocate to me as my business keeps me here for long time...
Please don't be afraid to relocate if you are kind and sweetheart but farest coast from USA. Because my home will be yours and your bills will be mine to pay lol please don't be afride of new future because I will help you to put both of your feet on the ground very stable in New city, I will do everything to help you to find new job , friends, connections career and etc ... I will do everything I can, but you have to be able to do something and make own money Instead of smoke and chill for 24/7 lol
You may be blonde girl some mix of /Slavic/Nordic/ redhead whatever
Please include in your text your favorite breakfast
Looking forward to hearing from you Warmly
2023.05.28 13:25 InfernoMuse Edge Of Dead - Inferno Muse Interactive - Action roguelike, bullet hell, set in a distant star system.
Hi games!
In this action roguelike game you’ll fight your way from a remote mining colony to the inner worlds of an alien infested star system. Choose a crew member, grab a weapon, and prepare for chaos!
Weapons: There heaps of weapons waiting to be found. Take out sentry bots with an anti armor gun. Cause chaos with explosive crossbow bolts. Light up enemies with the Navy Laser, or go old school with a revolver. Slice away with a katana, crush bone spiders with a skull club, or bash robots with a wrench. Shotgun your way through infected insects. Snipe from a distance or get in close with an industrial saw.
Shields And Grenades: Block and deflect incoming projectiles with shields. Activate shoulder firing support drones or deploy automated sentries while you lob explosives at attackers. Stop enemies cold with a freeze grenade, then destroy them with fire. Power up your weapon and more.
Backpack: Pickup food and medical supplies along your journey. Activate cybernetic implants. Run faster with an injection, a prewar drug developed for soldiers. Desperate for health? Take a chance on rancid meat, or a radioactive pepper. Increase your health but decrease your accuracy with Wild Fire Wine. Tons of backpack items lay scattered throughout the system.
Steam Wishlist/DEMO: https://store.steampowered.com/app/1466400/Edge_Of_Dead_Under_A_Uranium_Sky/
'Edge Of Dead' gameplay on youtube: https://youtu.be/dyB3SbmC3Zc
Twitter regular updates: https://twitter.com/infernomuse
Thanks for the opportunity Indie Sunday!
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In this action roguelike game you’ll fight your way from a remote mining colony to the inner worlds of an alien infested star system. Choose a crew member, grab a weapon, and prepare for chaos!
Weapons: There heaps of weapons waiting to be found. Take out sentry bots with an anti armor gun. Cause chaos with explosive crossbow bolts. Light up enemies with the Navy Laser, or go old school with a revolver. Slice away with a katana, crush bone spiders with a skull club, or bash robots with a wrench. Shotgun your way through infected insects. Snipe from a distance or get in close with an industrial saw.
Shields And Grenades: Block and deflect incoming projectiles with shields. Activate shoulder firing support drones or deploy automated sentries while you lob explosives at attackers. Stop enemies cold with a freeze grenade, then destroy them with fire. Power up your weapon and more.
Backpack: Pickup food and medical supplies along your journey. Activate cybernetic implants. Run faster with an injection, a prewar drug developed for soldiers. Desperate for health? Take a chance on rancid meat, or a radioactive pepper. Increase your health but decrease your accuracy with Wild Fire Wine. Tons of backpack items lay scattered throughout the system.
Steam Wishlist/DEMO: https://store.steampowered.com/app/1466400/Edge_Of_Dead_Under_A_Uranium_Sky/
'Edge Of Dead' gameplay on youtube: https://youtu.be/dyB3SbmC3Zc
Twitter regular updates: https://twitter.com/infernomuse
Thanks for the opportunity Indie Sunday!
2023.05.28 13:24 Perkelton Weekly Crowdfunding Roundup: May 28 2023 30 ending soon (incl. Monster Hunter World Iceborne: The Board Game, Botany) & 21 new this week (incl. Carson City Big Box, Age of Steam Deluxe Expansion Volume IV + Acrylic Track Tiles)
What is this?
This is a weekly crowdfunding roundup of new projects launched last week and projects that end the coming week.Expect new lists every Sunday between 00:00 and 23:59 CEST
The criteria for the lists are as follows:
Ending soon
- Sorted by number of backers
- Kickstarter projects ending in the next 7 days, that have at least 100 backers (or marked as "Project we love" by Kickstarter), will have reached more than estimated 95% of their goal by their deadline and passed the filters:
- No DnD books
- No zines
- No 3D printing
- No dice sets
- No magazines
- No shirts
- No playmats
- No furniture
- No events
- Gamefound projects ending in the next 7 days, that will have reached more than estimated 95% of their goal by their deadline and passed the above filters.
- (beta) Backerkit Crowdfunding projects ending in the next 7 days, that will have reached more than estimated 95% of their goal by their deadline and have a matching BGG page.
Newly launched
- Sorted by number of backers
- Kickstarter projects launched in the last 7 days, that have had at least average 15 backers per day, have at least 100 backers or is marked as "Project we love" by Kickstarter and passed the filters (see above).
- Gamefound projects launched in the last 7 days and passed the filters (see above).
- (beta) Backerkit Crowdfunding projects launched in the last 7 days and have a matching BGG page.
Notable filtered projects
- Filtered projects from above lists that have more than 1000 backers.
Tags
🎉: Staff pick/featured💰: Funded
🔥: More than average 200 backers/day
🌱: Creator's first project
🌳: Creator's >5th project
🔄: Money back guarantee (Read more)
FAQ
I live in Belize/Canada/Nicaragua/USA, why are you posting on a Saturday?!Because I'm writing this from Europe in the future where it's already Sunday. Timezones be crazy.
Why are there a bunch of non-board games in the board game list?
Because the Tabletop games category on Kickstarter includes anything remotely related to board games and sometimes things slip through my filters.
Why is this future award winning board game and literal saviour of humanity missing from your list?
Sometimes my filters get a bit overzealous and discard actually valid projects. If you feel something is missing for this reason, leave a comment and I'll add it (maybe).
Can I donate all my money to you?
No
Can you help me promote my game?
Please no. I make lists. Nothing more.
Your list is full of errors and now my vacuum cleaner sucks!
Indeed, this fine piece of code runs purely on meatballs and schnapps, so anything can happen. Leave a comment and I'll see what I can do.
Ending soon (30)
| Name | Description | Backers | Pledged | Ends | Information | Tags | BGG |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| BOTANY: Flower Hunting in the Victorian Era | Experience the thrill of the hunt in Botany: the ultimate Victorian flower collecting game for 1 to 5 botanists. | 11148 | $780,234.00 (15605%) in 26 days | 2023-06-01 | Kickstarter 2‑5 players age 10+ 45-90 min. | 🎉💰🔥🌱 | BGG |
| Monster Hunter World Iceborne: The Board Game | Hunt massive monsters with giant weapons in this co-op boss battler board game! ⚔️ Based on the hit video game. | 9199 | £1,326,230.00 (884%) in 10 days | 2023-06-01 | Kickstarter 1‑4 players age 14+ | 🎉💰🔥🌳 | BGG |
| Dead Cells: The Rogue-Lite Board Game | Explore the ever-changing island of Dead Cells in this ruthless co-op metroidvania dungeon crawler. Explore. Kill. Die. Mutate. Repeat. | 8222 | CA$1,003,754.98 (2008%) in 12 days | 2023-06-02 | Kickstarter 1‑4 players age 14+ 45 min. | 🎉💰🔥🌱 | BGG |
| Leviathan Wilds | A solo & co-op, boss-battling board game about climbing massive creatures. From the designer of Imperial Assault. | 3227 | $163,972.50 (1640%) in 19 days | 2023-06-01 | Kickstarter 1‑4 players age 10+ 45-90 min. | 🎉💰 | BGG |
| Raising Robots | Gear up for an expert level, engine-building game with simultaneous play and adorable robot companions. | 2509 | $168,802.00 (844%) in 19 days | 2023-06-02 | Kickstarter 1‑6 players age 14+ 60-90 min. | 🎉💰🌳 | BGG |
| Axe-A-Lot-L | A quick, chaotic card game for people who love axolotls. And also axes. | 2073 | $34,193.50 (263%) in 25 days | 2023-06-02 | Kickstarter 2‑4 players age 7+ 15-25 min. | 💰 | BGG |
| Detective: Saints and Sinners | Detective: Saints and Sinners is the newest expansion for Detective: City of Angels, which is an epic narrative-driven board game set in the dark and violent world of 1940's Los Angeles. Most players will step into the shoes of LAPD Homicide detectives that will do whatever it takes to solve the cas… | 1436 | $93,705.15 (469%) in 12 days | 2023-06-03 | Gamefound 1‑5 players 120 min. Cooperative | 💰 | |
| Wishland: Dreams from America | Expand your own theme park in this tableau building, worker placement & point salad eurogame for 1 to 5 players. | 1264 | €69,681.00 (465%) in 26 days | 2023-06-02 | Kickstarter 1‑5 players age 12+ 60-120 min. | 🎉💰 | BGG |
| Cities of Venus | A Euro Board Game where players establish floating cities in the clouds of Venus before contact is lost with Earth | 1048 | CA$112,269.59 (561%) in 26 days | 2023-05-31 | Kickstarter 2‑6 players age 8+ 45-90 min. | 💰🌳 | BGG |
| Warzone Eternal | An officially-licensed skirmish miniatures game set in the techno-fantasy Mutant Chronicles universe. | 727 | $140,963.00 (201%) in 26 days | 2023-06-01 | Kickstarter 2 players age 12+ | 💰 | BGG |
| Chiefdom: a Worker Placement Roll & Write Game | A single sheet, 3 dice, much fun | 702 | €2,307.00 (2307%) in 13 days | 2023-05-31 | Kickstarter 1‑6 players age 8+ 30 min. | 💰🌱 | BGG |
| disrupt | Become Silicon Valley's new Unicorn Startup! A fully asymmetric economic board game with worker placement and card-driven mechanics! | 547 | €19,384.00 (242%) in 12 days | 2023-06-02 | Kickstarter 1‑4 players age 14+ 50-90 min. | 🎉💰🌱 | BGG |
| Gettysburg 1863 | Volume IV in Worthington's Civil War Brigade Series. Refight the battle of Gettysburg on the largest mounted board we have ever made. | 468 | $53,665.00 (2881%) in 13 days | 2023-06-03 | Kickstarter 1‑2 players age 13+ 120-600 min. | 💰🌳 | BGG |
| Holy Guacamole | A church game for party people. | 462 | $28,974.00 (232%) in 26 days | 2023-06-01 | Kickstarter | 💰 | |
| Roll and Control | Conquer the land in this roll and write game. Area control board game in print and play format. | 422 | €2,893.00 (1447%) in 20 days | 2023-05-29 | Kickstarter 1‑4 players age 10+ 20-45 min. | 💰 | BGG |
| Unhappy Campers: Camping has never been so miserable! | A strategic and sarcastic camping-themed card game where players race to build campsites and roast other campers! | 386 | $14,327.00 (260%) in 40 days | 2023-06-02 | Kickstarter 2‑6 players age 12+ 30-60 min. | 💰🌱 | BGG |
| Drakerion TCG | Dark Fantasy Trading Card Game - Join us on Discord https://discord.gg/EhSCqCfvcC | 335 | €137,191.00 (343%) in 30 days | ⚠️ 2023-05-28 | Kickstarter | 💰🌱 | |
| One Page Space | Print one page at home and start the game. You have to defeat the alien armada that has invaded the Earth colonies | 322 | $2,318.90 (232%) in 24 days | 2023-06-02 | Kickstarter 1 player age 8+ 15-40 min. | 💰 | BGG |
| 18Rhl-Rhineland | Cross the Rhine with railway lines and run the Rheingolg-Express for maximum profit! | 289 | €22,053.00 (88%) in 15 days | 2023-06-02 | Kickstarter 3‑6 players age 14+ 240 min. | BGG | |
| Lindyhop the Card Game | A cooperative card game for two people about swing dancing. | 252 | NZ$11,079.42 (170%) in 30 days | ⚠️ 2023-05-28 | Kickstarter | 💰🌱 | |
| Personal Preference - Updated Edition | An update on the wildly popular 1980's 'how well do you really know each other?' party game, by original creator Don Carlston | 228 | $27,339.00 (109%) in 28 days | 2023-06-01 | Kickstarter 2‑16 players 40 min. | 💰🌱 | BGG |
| Premium Card Sleeves | Premium card sleeves for your board games with the best price. Each pack per 1 euro, easy! | 203 | €11,339.00 (756%) in 33 days | 2023-06-02 | Kickstarter | 💰🌱 | |
| Havoc! The Combat Card Game | A fast-paced cards-and-dice game of medieval combat. | 202 | $20,372.71 (204%) in 26 days | 2023-06-01 | Kickstarter 1‑10 players age 14+ 20-120 min. | 💰 | BGG |
| Al Chile-Balconea a tus amigos | El juego perfecto para balconear a tus amigos y saber que piensan en realidad de ti. | 198 | MX$218,896.80 (116%) in 33 days | 2023-06-03 | Kickstarter | 💰🌱 | |
| "RustBots - The Robot Building Card Game" | "RustBots" is a turn-based strategy card game for 2 to 6 players. Compete against your friends to become the ultimate engineer! | 192 | $15,680.00 (105%) in 26 days | 2023-06-01 | Kickstarter 2‑6 players age 8+ 30-60 min. | 💰🌱 | BGG |
| Which Craft? - A fast-paced game of deduction and bluffing. | Players must capture an evil Witch before she can gather enough potions to unleash a terrible curse upon the village! | 157 | $7,912.00 (132%) in 26 days | 2023-06-01 | Kickstarter 4‑7 players age 10+ 10-30 min. | 💰🌱 | BGG |
| ORAO - Oint Generation | Be the leader of the new mankind in this 1vs1 card game. Manage resources on a checkered gamefield to survive. Your choices are crucial | 155 | €11,038.69 (1104%) in 39 days | 2023-05-31 | Kickstarter | 💰 | |
| Tablut | ancient Norse board game + 4 more historic games | A classic Viking game of siege and escape and 4 other "large-format" Peg Pastimes games. | 129 | $10,146.00 (254%) in 23 days | 2023-06-04 | Kickstarter 2 players age 8+ 45 min. | 💰 | BGG |
| KINGS of ROME | Lead Rome to its eternal glory in this historical boardgame | 121 | €7,809.00 (156%) in 24 days | 2023-06-03 | Kickstarter 1‑4 players age 10+ 180-360 min. | 💰 | BGG |
| 9th Circle: a Diabolical 2-5p game of Take-That Area Control | Take your place as a Demon Lord vying for the favor of Malacoda while you fight for control of the realms! | 86 | $4,560.00 (152%) in 12 days | 2023-06-02 | Kickstarter 2‑5 players age 14+ 60 min. | 🎉💰 | BGG |
New this week (21)
| Name | Description | Backers | Pledged | Ends | Information | Tags | BGG |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Carson City Big Box | The Carson City Big Box edition is a complete collection of everything that Carson City ever offered, all expansions and an all new solo mode are included. | 1359 | €121,782.00 (304%) in 5 days | 2023-06-14 | Gamefound 1‑6 players 120 min. Area Control | 💰🔥🌱 | |
| Age of Steam Deluxe Expansion Volume IV + Acrylic Track Tiles | A fourth Expansion Volume for Age of Steam Deluxe plus accessory Acrylic Track tiles. | 1121 | $123,242.73 (548%) in 3 days | 2023-06-09 | Gamefound 1‑6 players 120 min. | 🎉💰🔥 | |
| The Medusa Report | A thrilling tabletop puzzle adventure about a missing spy, a nuclear physicist and Cold War family secrets. | 687 | €47,014.00 (392%) in 5 days | 2023-06-20 | Kickstarter 1‑5 players age 14+ 100-240 min. | 🎉💰 | BGG |
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2023.05.28 13:24 fettii Tips for a day in NY?
I'm an italian 27M staying in NY for only a day due to stopover, and I would like to know how to make the most of it. I know it's a very limited time, but I already have been in the city so I can avoid the great classics. Let's say that I aim to do two things, if possible: - a joint in Central Park (I read that it has been legalized but I know nothing about the conditions in order to get it, also as a foreigner I don't know it's possible) - have a night out at a balocal/club to have connections or simply fun, without having to spend an eye of the head Would you advise me where I can go to do both things? And if you have other tips for me it would be great! I will reside in Upper West Side
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2023.05.28 13:19 Moa_Hunt Scavenger movie character study
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Character study
This character study for a movie will add depth to the screenplay, paint a vivid impression to prompt an actor performing the part and be incorporated in the pitch deck. This vignette is not necessarily the plot of the movie. Any general feedback on character, writing, concepts or design are welcome. Thank you in advance for your suggestions.
Name : Jandro
Role : Protagonist
There's dirt under Jandro's finger nails. Grime stains across his threadbare t-shirt reveal bony ribs. Eyes cast down he searches for lost cash or shiny valuables on the ground. Seeing him hunched forward hauling scrap on his back, you wouldn't guess he's over six feet tall. With ambition to his stride, Jandro walks in jolting starts, a diet of cheap n' greasy street feed fueling his nervous energy. Speaking in a soft tongue he schools himself from a dog eared nineteen seventies encyclopedia read by the dim light of a corner store lamp. Jandro’s bad habits of voicing his mind and interrupting rather listening have earned him the reputation of eccentric for his age. Beneath the disarray of hair, behind those darting eyes, blooms a handsome charismatic teen.
As a five year old during a provincial war, he got separated from his parents and a childless couple of junk scavengers found him crying beneath Jandro River bridge, adopting him as their salvage picker. Concealing the shame of poverty remained a burden until hunger broke his resolve and he resorted to foraging through trash after dark. The other children in the rag clan were desperate by nature and Jandro did not trust them. The stray kittens who’d once rode in his backpack were closer to his heart. Symbols of good fortune, the whimsical cats embroidered in yellow thread dancing around his filthy jean jacket’s collar were an emotional reminder of dear friends departed.
Two days before his fifteenth birthday, hidden in the crumbling adobe walls of a colonial church, Jandro chanced upon a hessian sack filled with silver coins. The foreign antique dealer who purchased the loot offered Jandro valuable advice, encouraging him to travel village to village, to roam far and high, asking discreet questions regarding the whereabouts of priceless mystic artefacts. This quest for treasure ignited Jandro's imagination. Legs trembling with impatient enthusiasm he couldn't sit still, jumping at an opportunity to bid the city junk trade farewell.
These past months of lone mountain roving honed his reflexes and agility. Owing to his informal nickname, with no valid proof of identity, Jandro dashed land borders before dawn and lurked on the fringe of any town he visited. Opposed to formally registering his name with the ministry he'd quietly slip away should anyone question his past. Never in one place for too long, he preferred to sleep rough, exposed to the shifting sky. Each night Jandro wrestled with the guilt of abandoning his scavenger family, doubting if pursuing his dreams was worth the risk. But on waking his morning thoughts returned to the rumors of Inca rebel gold dumped in a highland lake, or the fabled Wari tomb of animal spirits, then inspired by newfound wanderlust Jandro fastened his steel pick axe and, determined to succeed, trekked toward the far horizon.
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Character study
This character study for a movie will add depth to the screenplay, paint a vivid impression to prompt an actor performing the part and be incorporated in the pitch deck. This vignette is not necessarily the plot of the movie. Any general feedback on character, writing, concepts or design are welcome. Thank you in advance for your suggestions.
Name : Jandro
Role : Protagonist
There's dirt under Jandro's finger nails. Grime stains across his threadbare t-shirt reveal bony ribs. Eyes cast down he searches for lost cash or shiny valuables on the ground. Seeing him hunched forward hauling scrap on his back, you wouldn't guess he's over six feet tall. With ambition to his stride, Jandro walks in jolting starts, a diet of cheap n' greasy street feed fueling his nervous energy. Speaking in a soft tongue he schools himself from a dog eared nineteen seventies encyclopedia read by the dim light of a corner store lamp. Jandro’s bad habits of voicing his mind and interrupting rather listening have earned him the reputation of eccentric for his age. Beneath the disarray of hair, behind those darting eyes, blooms a handsome charismatic teen.
As a five year old during a provincial war, he got separated from his parents and a childless couple of junk scavengers found him crying beneath Jandro River bridge, adopting him as their salvage picker. Concealing the shame of poverty remained a burden until hunger broke his resolve and he resorted to foraging through trash after dark. The other children in the rag clan were desperate by nature and Jandro did not trust them. The stray kittens who’d once rode in his backpack were closer to his heart. Symbols of good fortune, the whimsical cats embroidered in yellow thread dancing around his filthy jean jacket’s collar were an emotional reminder of dear friends departed.
Two days before his fifteenth birthday, hidden in the crumbling adobe walls of a colonial church, Jandro chanced upon a hessian sack filled with silver coins. The foreign antique dealer who purchased the loot offered Jandro valuable advice, encouraging him to travel village to village, to roam far and high, asking discreet questions regarding the whereabouts of priceless mystic artefacts. This quest for treasure ignited Jandro's imagination. Legs trembling with impatient enthusiasm he couldn't sit still, jumping at an opportunity to bid the city junk trade farewell.
These past months of lone mountain roving honed his reflexes and agility. Owing to his informal nickname, with no valid proof of identity, Jandro dashed land borders before dawn and lurked on the fringe of any town he visited. Opposed to formally registering his name with the ministry he'd quietly slip away should anyone question his past. Never in one place for too long, he preferred to sleep rough, exposed to the shifting sky. Each night Jandro wrestled with the guilt of abandoning his scavenger family, doubting if pursuing his dreams was worth the risk. But on waking his morning thoughts returned to the rumors of Inca rebel gold dumped in a highland lake, or the fabled Wari tomb of animal spirits, then inspired by newfound wanderlust Jandro fastened his steel pick axe and, determined to succeed, trekked toward the far horizon.
2023.05.28 13:08 gaussian_distro Any "third place" recommendations in Cape Town?
In sociology, the third place refers to the social surroundings that are separate from the two usual social environments of home ("first place") and the workplace ("second place"). Examples of third places include churches, cafes, clubs, public libraries, gyms, bookstores, stoops and parks.I'm looking for recommendations of third places in Cape Town. A good third place is usually low-cost or free, relatively easy to get to, and have recurring people that go there. In the UK, local pubs are usually the go-to third place, and in most cities in Europe the town square is the third place of choice.
- Wikipedia
Where's your favourite third place?
2023.05.28 13:07 GoldenGrandeProjects Golden Grande Price List, Golden Grande Floor Plan, Golden Grande
 | Golden Grande is a residential project located in Noida Extension, offering luxurious apartments at an affordable price. The project has been developed by one of the leading real estate developers in the region and offers world-class amenities such as a swimming pool, gymnasium, club house and landscaped gardens. It also provides round-the-clock security with CCTV surveillance to ensure safety of residents. submitted by GoldenGrandeProjects to u/GoldenGrandeProjects [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/c478msmk1k2b1.jpg?width=943&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=14ce0c81297587e9cda14d5959172539713c552e The price list for Golden Grande Noida Extension comprises Retail Shops & Food Court that range from Rs 36 Lakhs to Rs 52 Lakhs respectively. All these prices are inclusive of GST charges which makes them even more attractive for customers looking for budget friendly homes in this area. Additionally, there are several payment plans available ranging from down payments to EMI options making it easier on buyers’ pockets while purchasing their dream home here at Golden Grande Noida Extension . https://preview.redd.it/dxujz6hl1k2b1.jpg?width=6300&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=803944257d8cf74ec9fde40862d1f30d3243f8f2 Finally , what sets apart this residential complex is its close proximity to various commercial hubs like Sector 18 market , Wave City Center Mall etc., allowing people easy access to all necessary services without having to go too far away from their homes . This makes it an ideal place not only for families but also working professionals who want good connectivity along with great living conditions within a limited budget .For more help visit my site:- http://goldengrandeproject.in/ |
2023.05.28 13:03 FelicitySmoak_ On This Day In Michael Jackson HIStory - May 28th
 | 1971 - The Jackson 5 play at the Spectrum (now closed - 2009) in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. submitted by FelicitySmoak_ to MichaelJackson [link] [comments] 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. https://preview.redd.it/l8aax0vbmf2b1.jpg?width=800&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2058be4c166fe6a5d16dc17142e7910fac7aad1f “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 saidThe 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. https://preview.redd.it/v3vax6femf2b1.jpg?width=636&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=fe01e404092b93a587184acbb64809e82e8675fe https://preview.redd.it/svjneycfmf2b1.jpg?width=800&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e9994183672ab7fe0eb2496407b91cafc3196922 " 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. https://preview.redd.it/kok5pazgmf2b1.jpg?width=639&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=3ebb70051f68409f937c0775426c55ff67f9009c https://preview.redd.it/ncl93ephmf2b1.jpg?width=594&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=31621e03ff28ea84d04b050dcb0d9e0a1a403c49 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. https://preview.redd.it/ih1lgr0jmf2b1.jpg?width=389&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4d38bf32bbf497853881a2ee5ee22587d7672d2b In the evening, he flies to Bremen, Germany where in three days he will begin the 2nd leg of his HIStory Tour. https://preview.redd.it/2ea4068kmf2b1.jpg?width=547&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=3cb5c1e7f75c3f9226c6c3fa9752b601cec7b5ca https://preview.redd.it/di920gqnmf2b1.jpg?width=736&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=72307480617262d831871b2f5b9e0d55a927a11a 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. https://preview.redd.it/5lt7jdhqmf2b1.jpg?width=767&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=7d3a34ad3850b3460555a46dee82abca40bdbb9a Michael's children and Grace visited with the children on this tour of the Japanese orphanage. https://preview.redd.it/f9q2mu3tmf2b1.jpg?width=218&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=a3110b0dca7829696b7bbdb23ff3a6afc2557bbf "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 https://preview.redd.it/53qvtjwumf2b1.png?width=513&format=png&auto=webp&s=c048d2d7ca288f12a6a423237ced8234dba40b05 https://preview.redd.it/tsc7mzuvmf2b1.png?width=513&format=png&auto=webp&s=521de2b6de9a122d1ae45ba25caf39a5b7fb76a2 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 itGongaware 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.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 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 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?"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?"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?""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 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?""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".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"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 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."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?"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 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 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 12:56 Mysadbitchaccount Waiting, again? I am distraught beyond belief.
Hey, this post is soley for me to vent. I require no pity, but feel the urge to be heard, as there is no one to listen. It may not be the most conherent babbling, but thank you for checking it out.
have never been a good looking dude, my first SEMBLANCE of a "relationship" was a nothing with this girl in my Sophomore year. To my knowledge, she liked me through out freshman year. i started to fall for her before she dated this girl. Then, they broke up and during a field trip for the org we were in, I laid it all out.
The reason why I say this was just some semblance of a relationship, is because of this: She said that she used to like me, and has been starting to like me again, but she just isnt sure yet. At this time we were very close friends. Welp: She told me to wait a week. The week was pain. The aftermath? A no. Followed by pain, followed by an agreement to be kinda loving towards eachother with no real relationship, followed by a fuckup by me, followed by pain. Like 7 months worth of pain for something that wasnt even a relationship. Some fake relationship where i just waited for nothing for like less than a month.
Less than a month.
During these highschool times, i also befriended a girl, "A." Now fast forward. To junior year. Me and A are extremely close. No joke, the most gorgeous girl in school, and me, like a solid 5.5. We get reeeally close. Were best friends. I live in a small shitty town thats like kinda close to Dallas. Everyone is terrible, but she is so unique and her own person. Beyond my type, and again, gorgeous. Summer after Junior year, we flirt on call a bunch. Prolly the most innocent and honest and greatest flirting in the seven seas.
I confess on call. She reciprocates feelings. First real confession ever, first real relationship, first girlfriend? And she is the best girl in the city, the state, the country, and beyond and beyond. July 26th 2021, make it official.
Things are great. Our arguments can be less than great. Our arguments end in apologies, and love, but can be pretty emotional. She continuously had feelings i was cheating. I was not. It sounds bad to outside people, but we still were deeply in love. Soon, I graduate highschool. She is a year older so she finishes first year of college. Now, fast forward a year later to Middle of May, 2023. Things have been a bit strange. May 26th, she hangs out with two friends, doesnt text me for the whole duration. Afterwards she says "we had interesting conversations."
I already knew. May 27th, after 4 AM (my sleep schedule is degenerate) Shewakes up.
"Idk IV, i think we should just be friends,"
As i expected, these interesting convos were about her friends relationship, then ours. I didnt believe it but would not want to fight too hard and guilt trip somehow. I thought I could cope. I could not.
She broke it off. She said next semester, and even now, she has way too much work to do. I know this to be very true. She says she gets too stressed to be in a relationship and feel obligated to text me and care for me in that way while also managing all the work and clubs and orgs and internships that are related to the university. She said that, in the future, we may date again, after she has all her work figured out.
But it confused me. She never expressed work would affect our relationship in the past. We both expressed to eachother how much we love eachother, and how deeply we want to stay together no matter what, and she is breaking that off when i felt like it didnt have to be. I can deal with if she has to text less, so why is this happening? We always made compromises in the past, and this seems like such a small one compared to some, so why end it over this? After every "i love you" that was said?
It didnt even feel like i was talking to the same girl, who just a week ago, loved me and was vulnerable sround me. Felt like a stranger was handing me the terms and service to some contract that i am forced to sign.
And what felt worse, is the "offer" of us being together in a future. That feels like it is involuntarily stopping me from moving on ever, though either way i do not know if i can move on.
Finally , let me say a few more things. Im about to throw shade to my family.
I see people mention family and friends for support. Both of my parents are deranged lunatics. They hated eachother, and also didn't divorce. I am 18 and still live with them, and for the past soon to be 19 years, i and my two siblings have been victims of a high level of emotional and verbal abuse from both oarents regularly. I feel like this has scrambled and deep fried my brain into mush, and my relationships of all kinds have suffered, i have never felt normal. What i am trying to say is, I have no family to lean on. I have and for some deep reason in my scrambled deep fried brain, i cannot talk to my only two friends about these things in great lengths like i did with my girlfriend, and i could never lean on them for emotional support. I also can not feel love for my friends, and i wish i could.
I also feel like the deepfried scrambled brain my parents so graciously bestowed upon me through a terrible childhood has made me so needing and dependant on the love and attention from my girlfriend, that I am unable to fathom a future without her, i am unable to befriend any coworkers and again, live in a small shitty town where there are hardly any actual good people here anyways. I was supposed to go to college, to the same university as her, and the university added over 5k of fees days before the move in date, and that kinda destroyed my normal young-college life. That college is supposed to be cheap, however my family has always been low income, and i had already several loans and work study planned.
This is what im tryna say. Ive already tried for my future, and my luck has been so so awful. I got a server job and finally felt accomplished until this happened. I have no family or friends to lean on, honestly i have no clue how i will go to work and do a good job. She wants to remain friends, but i cannot bring myself to act normal. I feel as if i will never move on becauseshe was truly unique, and as someone who does not go to school and lives in a small town, how will i possibly meet someone new? And even if i do meet someone new, how do i find someone as good?
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have never been a good looking dude, my first SEMBLANCE of a "relationship" was a nothing with this girl in my Sophomore year. To my knowledge, she liked me through out freshman year. i started to fall for her before she dated this girl. Then, they broke up and during a field trip for the org we were in, I laid it all out.
The reason why I say this was just some semblance of a relationship, is because of this: She said that she used to like me, and has been starting to like me again, but she just isnt sure yet. At this time we were very close friends. Welp: She told me to wait a week. The week was pain. The aftermath? A no. Followed by pain, followed by an agreement to be kinda loving towards eachother with no real relationship, followed by a fuckup by me, followed by pain. Like 7 months worth of pain for something that wasnt even a relationship. Some fake relationship where i just waited for nothing for like less than a month.
Less than a month.
During these highschool times, i also befriended a girl, "A." Now fast forward. To junior year. Me and A are extremely close. No joke, the most gorgeous girl in school, and me, like a solid 5.5. We get reeeally close. Were best friends. I live in a small shitty town thats like kinda close to Dallas. Everyone is terrible, but she is so unique and her own person. Beyond my type, and again, gorgeous. Summer after Junior year, we flirt on call a bunch. Prolly the most innocent and honest and greatest flirting in the seven seas.
I confess on call. She reciprocates feelings. First real confession ever, first real relationship, first girlfriend? And she is the best girl in the city, the state, the country, and beyond and beyond. July 26th 2021, make it official.
Things are great. Our arguments can be less than great. Our arguments end in apologies, and love, but can be pretty emotional. She continuously had feelings i was cheating. I was not. It sounds bad to outside people, but we still were deeply in love. Soon, I graduate highschool. She is a year older so she finishes first year of college. Now, fast forward a year later to Middle of May, 2023. Things have been a bit strange. May 26th, she hangs out with two friends, doesnt text me for the whole duration. Afterwards she says "we had interesting conversations."
I already knew. May 27th, after 4 AM (my sleep schedule is degenerate) Shewakes up.
"Idk IV, i think we should just be friends,"
As i expected, these interesting convos were about her friends relationship, then ours. I didnt believe it but would not want to fight too hard and guilt trip somehow. I thought I could cope. I could not.
She broke it off. She said next semester, and even now, she has way too much work to do. I know this to be very true. She says she gets too stressed to be in a relationship and feel obligated to text me and care for me in that way while also managing all the work and clubs and orgs and internships that are related to the university. She said that, in the future, we may date again, after she has all her work figured out.
But it confused me. She never expressed work would affect our relationship in the past. We both expressed to eachother how much we love eachother, and how deeply we want to stay together no matter what, and she is breaking that off when i felt like it didnt have to be. I can deal with if she has to text less, so why is this happening? We always made compromises in the past, and this seems like such a small one compared to some, so why end it over this? After every "i love you" that was said?
It didnt even feel like i was talking to the same girl, who just a week ago, loved me and was vulnerable sround me. Felt like a stranger was handing me the terms and service to some contract that i am forced to sign.
And what felt worse, is the "offer" of us being together in a future. That feels like it is involuntarily stopping me from moving on ever, though either way i do not know if i can move on.
Finally , let me say a few more things. Im about to throw shade to my family.
I see people mention family and friends for support. Both of my parents are deranged lunatics. They hated eachother, and also didn't divorce. I am 18 and still live with them, and for the past soon to be 19 years, i and my two siblings have been victims of a high level of emotional and verbal abuse from both oarents regularly. I feel like this has scrambled and deep fried my brain into mush, and my relationships of all kinds have suffered, i have never felt normal. What i am trying to say is, I have no family to lean on. I have and for some deep reason in my scrambled deep fried brain, i cannot talk to my only two friends about these things in great lengths like i did with my girlfriend, and i could never lean on them for emotional support. I also can not feel love for my friends, and i wish i could.
I also feel like the deepfried scrambled brain my parents so graciously bestowed upon me through a terrible childhood has made me so needing and dependant on the love and attention from my girlfriend, that I am unable to fathom a future without her, i am unable to befriend any coworkers and again, live in a small shitty town where there are hardly any actual good people here anyways. I was supposed to go to college, to the same university as her, and the university added over 5k of fees days before the move in date, and that kinda destroyed my normal young-college life. That college is supposed to be cheap, however my family has always been low income, and i had already several loans and work study planned.
This is what im tryna say. Ive already tried for my future, and my luck has been so so awful. I got a server job and finally felt accomplished until this happened. I have no family or friends to lean on, honestly i have no clue how i will go to work and do a good job. She wants to remain friends, but i cannot bring myself to act normal. I feel as if i will never move on becauseshe was truly unique, and as someone who does not go to school and lives in a small town, how will i possibly meet someone new? And even if i do meet someone new, how do i find someone as good?
2023.05.28 12:43 silentscribe07 The Benefits of Commercial Property for Collaboration and Networking in Noida
Noida, a bustling city in the National Capital Region (NCR) of India, has witnessed tremendous growth and development in recent years. With its strategic location and excellent connectivity to Delhi and other major cities, Noida has become a thriving hub for businesses and commercial activities. The city offers a plethora of commercial properties that provide numerous benefits for collaboration and networking. In this article, we will explore the advantages of commercial property in Noida and highlight some prominent projects that offer excellent opportunities for businesses. So, if you're looking to buy or invest in commercial property in Noida, read on!
Commercial property in Noida offers several advantages for businesses, entrepreneurs, and professionals. One of the key benefits is the opportunity for collaboration and networking. In today's competitive business landscape, collaboration is crucial for success. Commercial properties in Noida provide a conducive environment that fosters collaboration and networking among businesses and professionals from diverse industries. These properties offer shared spaces, common areas, meeting rooms, and coworking spaces, creating opportunities for individuals and organizations to connect, collaborate, and exchange ideas.
Let's explore some of the noteworthy commercial properties in Noida that facilitate collaboration and networking:
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Commercial property in Noida offers several advantages for businesses, entrepreneurs, and professionals. One of the key benefits is the opportunity for collaboration and networking. In today's competitive business landscape, collaboration is crucial for success. Commercial properties in Noida provide a conducive environment that fosters collaboration and networking among businesses and professionals from diverse industries. These properties offer shared spaces, common areas, meeting rooms, and coworking spaces, creating opportunities for individuals and organizations to connect, collaborate, and exchange ideas.
Let's explore some of the noteworthy commercial properties in Noida that facilitate collaboration and networking:
- World Trade Tower Noida: Located in Sector 16, the World Trade Tower (WTT) is a state-of-the-art commercial property that offers world-class infrastructure and amenities. With its prime location and exceptional facilities, WTT Noida becomes a preferred destination for businesses and professionals looking for a vibrant and collaborative workspace. The tower provides ample networking opportunities, thanks to its diverse tenant mix and networking events.
- World Trade Center Noida: Situated in Sector 132, the World Trade Center (WTC) Noida is another iconic commercial property in the city. It serves as a global business hub and offers a range of amenities, including conference rooms, business lounges, and networking spaces. Noida WTC hosts various business forums and industry events, providing ample opportunities for collaboration and networking.
- Bhutani Cyberthum: Bhutani Cyberthum Noida in Sector 140A is a futuristic commercial project that combines innovation, technology, and sustainability. This project offers a unique blend of commercial spaces, retail outlets, and coworking spaces, fostering collaboration and networking among professionals and businesses. Bhutani Cyberthum also organizes regular networking events, seminars, and workshops to facilitate interactions and knowledge-sharing.
- Bhutani Experience: Located in Sector 32, Bhutani Experience is a premium commercial property that aims to redefine the workspace experience. With its contemporary design, flexible office spaces, and engaging community events, Bhutani Experience Noida creates a vibrant ecosystem for collaboration and networking. The property hosts networking sessions, expert talks, and industry-specific events, providing valuable opportunities for professionals to connect and grow.
- Bhutani 62 Avenue: Situated in Sector 62, Bhutani 62 Avenue Noida is a prime commercial destination that offers a range of office spaces, retail outlets, and food courts. With its strategic location and modern infrastructure, Bhutani 62 Avenue becomes an ideal place for professionals and businesses to network, collaborate, and thrive. The property also features open spaces and recreational zones, encouraging interactions and fostering a sense of community.
- Bhutani Techno Park: Bhutani Techno Park in Sector 127 is a technologically advanced commercial project that caters to the needs of IT and technology-driven businesses. This project provides well-designed office spaces, conference rooms, and collaborative areas, facilitating networking and knowledge exchange among like-minded professionals. Bhutani Techno Park also offers a range of amenities, including cafes, fitness centers, and recreational facilities, promoting a healthy work-life balance.
- Bhutani City Center: Located in Sector 150, Bhutani City Center 150 is a mixed-use development that encompasses commercial spaces, retail outlets, and entertainment zones. This project offers a vibrant environment for businesses and professionals to connect and collaborate. With its diverse tenant mix and community events, Bhutani City Center fosters networking opportunities and creates a dynamic ecosystem for growth.
- Spectrum Metro Mall Noida: Situated in Sector 75, Spectrum Metro Mall is a popular commercial property that houses a wide range of retail outlets, office spaces, and entertainment facilities. The mall's bustling environment attracts a large footfall, providing businesses with excellent networking opportunities. Spectrum Metro Mall also hosts promotional events, exhibitions, and cultural activities, creating a lively atmosphere for collaboration and networking.
- Sky Bhutani Alphathum: Sky Bhutani Alphathum in Sector 90 is a prestigious commercial project known for its iconic design and innovative features. This project offers world-class office spaces, coworking areas, and networking zones that encourage collaboration and networking. Sky Bhutani Alphathum also organizes industry-specific events, knowledge-sharing sessions, and mentorship programs, enabling professionals to expand their networks and build meaningful connections.
- Bhutani Cyber Courtyard: Bhutani Cyber Courtyard, situated in Sector 140A, is a modern commercial property that combines innovation with sustainability. With its flexible office spaces, collaborative zones, and recreational areas, Bhutani Cyber Courtyard Noida creates an environment conducive to collaboration and networking. The property also hosts networking events, seminars, and workshops, allowing professionals to engage with industry leaders and peers.
- Bhutani Cyber Park: Bhutani Cyber Park in Sector 62 is a prominent commercial project that caters to the needs of IT and software companies. This project offers spacious office spaces, meeting rooms, and coworking areas, providing ample opportunities for professionals to collaborate and network. Bhutani Cyber Park Noida also hosts tech-focused events, hackathons, and knowledge-sharing sessions, fostering innovation and industry connections.
- Bhutani Etherea: Bhutani Etherea is a well-designed commercial property that offers office spaces and coworking areas in Noida. Located in a prime location, this project provides a conducive environment for professionals to network, collaborate, and grow. Bhutani Etherea also offers amenities such as cafeterias, fitness centers, and parking facilities, ensuring a comfortable and productive workspace.
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2023.05.28 12:40 quatrotires What To Watch This Week (29-4 June)
These posts are as much for me as they are for you. So please feel free to reply with your suggestions for what to watch, and make a case for any game to be considered 'must watch', in which case I will bold it. The time zone used to sort games was LIS (Lisbon) time zone, so no, the game is not on a wrong date.
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| Time (LIS / LIS -5) | Match | Competition | Round |
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| 20:00 / 15:00 | Sevilla vs AS Roma | UEFA Europa League | Final |
| 23:00 / 18:00 | Bahia vs Santos | Copa do Brasil | Round of 16 |
| Time (LIS / LIS -5) | Match | Competition | Round |
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| 00:00 / 19:00 | Flamengo vs Fluminense | Copa do Brasil | Round of 16 |
| 19:30 / 14:30 | Bari vs Sudtirol | Serie B |
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