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"It tells the story of a 15-to-16-year-old female of mixed ethnicity who is physically athletic and excels at Martial Arts and is an LA-set 1940s Jazz film capturing the “Little Harlem” area of the city, specifically in South Central around Hotel Dunbar."
2023.06.07 04:03 JeffInBoulder Colorado governor vetoes bill that would have given South Park creators right of first refusal to buy all Mexican restaurants.
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2023.06.07 03:58 Judging_in_Sadness Have any of you encountered men who try to "teach you a lesson" that proves you right?
I'm from Australia, I don't usually drive at night because of the animals that like jumping in front of cars e.g kangaroos, emus, drunk drivers, deer, etc. I stopped at a truck stop in the middle of nowhere in the evening to have something to eat, talk to my relatives to let them know where I am/what I'm doing, and if I may stay at the truck stop or drive the extra couple of hours to get to the destination.
When walking into the building a weird mid-aged man immediately looked at me and jumped with excitement, started smiling, and stared at me the whole time while I was getting some food and talking on the phone- he basically lit up upon seeing me I had never met the man before in my life. He kept smiling at me while I was telling my mum I may not drive in case I hit a deer also ignoring him. In a lot of areas there's large distances of no phone reception or civilisation, in some areas you can drive over 4+ hours without seeing another person or anything near by.
After eating I went into the car park, there were other people outside eating and some lights with the building's door not too far away, plus cameras. This creepy mofo followed me into the car park and waited for me to bend into my casit into the front seat when getting something to make me the marvellous offer of: 'Hello, I'm a truck driver and I heard you were going to X, I can drive ahead of you to make sure you don't hit anything'. Seems nice, though I've seen enough true crime and felt a vision this guy would likely brake check me or steer me off the road half way causing a crash, then kidnap me and I'll never be seen again. He was trapping me in my own car and standing so I couldn't close the door, I politely said 'thank you for the kind offer but I think I just might stay here tonight' he immediately got angry and said 'well I shouldn't of fucking offered' still trying to be polite to this guy I said it's okay, I just don't want to drive. Though instead of leaving he started getting angrier and I think was trying to intimidate me so I told him to get tf away from me and my car, while preparing to stand up so he had to get away from me.
He immediately went back inside while whining, swearing, and sulking so I went back in and booked a room while telling the clerk some freak followed me into the carpark, they were dismissive saying its Jimmy James or something. The creep sat in the restaurant area and glared at me for like 20 minutes, watching everything I do. So when I went to the room I had to look back to make sure I wasn't being followed and put a chair to the door. Around 3am someone tried to get into my room.
A few years later I was going for an evening walk in a city on some bridge/walking area near a massive park/river there were several forks on this bridge area that split into whichever path. Some fat guy decked out in workout clothes was huffing and puffing on the path. I knew he was going to try speak to me about mundane shit/try stop me and force a conversation so I turned around, and started walking back. He apparently took offence to that because he started slowly jogging into the split off area, stopped and was looking around clenching his fists yelling 'b!tch'- like we were going to battle. I was just watching him off a pathway because i was hoping he would just go by except he actively tried to find out where I went instead. When he saw me he got that typical mental patient look men get when they're going to do something demented, then started walking over to me to either try scare me or get into my space, while chattering nonsense. I stood my ground and said loudly 'why are you approaching me?' And he stopped then was trying to be menacing but just left somewhere instead.
Both times I tried defusing the situation by being polite or avoiding it, it seemed both men felt slighted over perceived rejection, so they tried to be intimidating then when I wasn't showing I was scared they backed off, I think if I showed more submissive behaviour they would have been worse, I can't fight though I pretended I would if I had to, (reality is I'd run away if they tried to physically attack me). It was like they wanted to "teach me a lesson" though in doing so proves why no one should talk to them or give them courtesy. 'I'll punish her for thinking I'm creepy by being creepy'.
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2023.06.07 03:51 Mysterious-Waltz5790 sad cai xia
On May 6, 2021, Cai Xia, the former retired professor of the Central Party School, posted another video on Twitter on Thursday night, and wrote: "Absurd! There is such a video in the domestic WeChat group: Nanyang City Tourism Bureau, Henan Province learns from the party Shi You was innovative. He led the officials of his subordinate departments to simulate the Long March and experience the violent revolution firsthand. On the scene, knives and guns were danced wildly, the flames were ignited, and scuffles were fought. The CCP loves violence and blood, and uses terror to maintain its rule. Studying party history in this way is absurd but vivid, self-exposing the degenerate and atavistic nature of the current state of the party.”
Cai Xia of the Mad Woman of Doom, you are acting like a demon again!
Leaving aside whether this video was filmed for fun by the public for self-entertainment, or a video clip shot by a media person from the self-media, you have used it as so-called "evidence" to attack the Chinese government without any research, and to incite protests. China, anti-government; even if it is true as you said: "Study the history of the party to innovate, and lead the officials of the subordinate departments to simulate the Long March", I would like to ask: as a "democratic freedom" like you who kneels down and praises Western democracy and freedom without principle Fighters”, are the Chinese now not even qualified to review and restore history? Where is your so-called democracy and freedom?
Since you applied for a political refugee, in order to get a refugee green card, to smear, slander, spread rumors and slander China, the Chinese government has done everything possible!
The CCP uses the three pillars of "violent totalitarianism, lies and deception, and monopoly of resources" to maintain its rule. There are three ways for the CCP to collapse. One is to rely on external wars, the second is to rely on internal party reforms, and the third is to use the terror of the system to continuously create internal conflicts. Finally, under the pressure of high pressure, from top to bottom After being unable to bear it all, it collapsed from the inside.
Finally, Cai Xia emphasized, "What is the third point? Our domestic government has no money in finance. It wants to use digital currency and print money without anchors. China's de-Sinicization, large-scale unemployment, People’s hunger, and then China’s economy basically has all three carriages stalled, and it has been paralyzed for a long time, it does not function, and society is paralyzed.”
Support the United States to use more severe measures to sanction China.
Cai Xia, as a 68-year-old, should know the word "speak carefully". Looking at the many remarks you have made after you came to the United States recently, you are not shouting for democracy and freedom in China, and you are not a pioneer of democracy. ruling party.
The U.S. government grants refugee green cards to such ungrateful, shameless, dark-hearted people who have harmed China and the United States again. This is the greatest tragedy of the United States!
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2023.06.07 03:43 Orpheus6102 Live Music other than venues
Aside from the Camel, the National, the Broadberry, Richmond Music Hall, Fuzzy Cactus, Canal Club, etc, what are other places in the city or nearby that have live music during the week? I know some places have it on weekends, such as Siné but are there any other places perhaps I am don’t know about. I realize some of the breweries and Brambly park do but it seems more geared towards weekends. Any suggestions for weeknights? Again geared toward bars and restaurants.
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2023.06.07 03:12 hereiamxD1 The Pioneer (21)
[Captain Nathaniel Brand]
The tests all came back positive and the sentient was, according to the Meldren researchers, extremely capable when it came to fighting other sentients. For now I could place less worry on the apparent sentient infestation back at home and focus on the next thing in my massive list of shit to deal with. Worrying about the results of the situation back there was not my current job, at least now I have a plan for protecting the people here if the home team didn’t come out on top.
The next most pressing matter was what my Pioneer managed to do in the short time he was here. In the first 24 hours that kid managed to strike up friendly relations with high-tech aliens, somehow wrest us control of the whole system barring their home planet, piss off an entire race of war-hungry goat people and in the same stride become a hero for a bunch of other alien races. He was supposed to be holed up in a galactic prison right now, but Governor Sind let me know that he had probably already given them the slip and was heading here right now.
It was a mess, but it was one that I could work with. I’d have to make Dominique our poster boy for public relations whether he liked it or not since he already managed to score positive attention from numerous governments. If we could solidify those admirers of his as allies and start making a network of united powers, we could create a safety net to rely on in the event that help is needed back at home. The biggest problem with this plan was that those races may not be too eager to team up with us just yet considering we are at the brink of a war with the people they all historically lost to. They probably weren’t looking for a round 2 and getting them to move might be a slog depending on how stingy the Grahtonians wanted to be.
My ship is currently in low orbit and mostly non-operational since all non-essential functions were shut down while the sentient was being evaluated. Thanks to the circumstances that affected the Pioneer and our inconceivably early arrival to the destination, none of the colonies have been prepared outside of one city. The hundreds of thousands of people in cryosleep on the ship are liabilities until they can be transferred to finished habitations with online defense systems. The city that was already built could technically fit everyone on the ship, but I wasn’t keen on putting all of my eggs in one basket when we could go under fire at any moment.
I didn’t have the leeway to go out there and provide aid for my Pioneer. I wasn’t too worried for him, that man had a mostly good head on his shoulders when it came to staying out of sight and evading the consequences of his actions. I needed to worry about myself in case some less-than-agreeable company decided to show up. As long as I can get the weapons systems up and running-
“Captain, a warp signature has been detected”
[Pioneer Dominique Reynolds]
The space station we decided to refuel at was a bit on the smaller side and had its age shown on display. The ship we left on didn’t have enough charge for a full trip to the Meldren system, nor did it have much of anything else. While I could technically make it there conventionally without having to eat, not only would it take too long but I also definitely wouldn’t be happy about it. Plus, there was also Dokchara to worry about.
Even if I wasn’t the only human in this entire sector of the galaxy, my face was recently plastered on every network and media platform. Fortunately, the emergency evacuation suits worked by covering the user and forming up based on their body shape. The head parts for these suits were domes of completely tinted glass to accommodate a multitude of races, but it also worked nicely as a way to hide my identity. I could pass off as some tall bipedal race without much suspicion.
“This might be a long shot, but refueling isn’t free and I’m not jumping at the opportunity to gouge out my savings…”
“I have a currency card that the Meldren Governor gave me, but I’m a bit worried about spending Meldren money out here, might put a target on our back.”
“That’s fine, I can wire the money from that card to mine and nobody would suspect anything, at least for a while.”
After Dokchara finished talking with the station crew about refueling and supplies, we left the docking bay to look for somewhere to eat. The bay exit led straight to the station’s commercial district and it wasn’t too long before we found a place with not many people so we could avoid attention, the “Stray Lounge.”
Considering the name of the establishment, I walked in expecting to find something like those old Bars on earth, and while there was indeed a bar and bartender, there was also a waiter, so this place could pass off as a restaurant. We sat down and had menus handed to us along with some water. I was thankful that they hadn’t gone with digital menus since it’d be a hassle to navigate to it with my head computer on top of attracting weird looks.
Seeing them offer pure ethanol as an option would have caused me to choke on my water if I didn’t have a synthetic throat. I get that biologies are varied beyond extremes and that to some people, that may as well just be water but how could something like that even taste good? It wasn’t even flavored.
I decided to get a drink from the inoffensive list since I’d rather not stumble across the one drink that was capable of melting metal or anything. I let Dok order the food since he was the hungry one here and he knew better about what this stuff meant than me. It seemed like a slow day for the place, as there were only a couple people at the bar and a group of three at one of the other tables, so the food and drinks were prepared almost immediately.
“...Is it weird if I prefer the food back at the prison?”
“I’m with you on that one. After all, that prison was meant for high-society criminals, so the food was pretty good all things considered. Comparing that to this veggie mash is a bit of an unfair fight.”
“It’s so strange to me how prisoners were treated in there, why are those criminals given extra benefits just for being politicians and executives at one point?”
“It’s not talked about much, but I’m guessing it's not a coincidence that extra funding goes into that place for a reason, ya know? ‘A buddy in crime got caught, guess I’ll throw them a bone’ or something like that.”
“...Yeah that mess is way above my pay grade. At least the drinks here are nice, no alcohol in prison even for the guards is such a drag, ya know?”
“Can you even get drunk? Actually, can you even properly taste anything if all your sensors are implants now? How do you even know you're tasting it right?”
“Same goes for you pal. Tell me, what’s the actual difference between a natural bodily function and a man-made one meant to mimic the same outputs?”
“I mean, our “natural” parts are the result of evolution sticking with whatever worked the first time and running with it, regardless of the actual efficiency when compared with every possibility. Replacing something like that with a synthetic piece that was formed by the intelligent mind instead of nature’s course, is there a technical downside? Do you really believe that the natural, organic wiring that circulates your blood is as efficient as can be?”
“Dom, what the fuck are you talking about?!”
“...Hey look, I know those guys!”
I decided to put my attempt at inducing a mid-life crisis down for later when I saw a breaking news appear on the screen that was playing an infinite ad roll. The topic happened to be none other than the disappearance of a new race’s ambassador as well as a Moqango guard followed by a statement from the Grahtonian Government claiming to take the investigation into their own hands.
Think I'm gonna start aiming to release chapters every 2 days instead of daily. I need to pace myself better and this way I can work on the quality of the chapter a bit more before posting. Hope I don't fall off because of this...
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2023.06.07 03:11 lets-split-up I went on a cruise, and found the source of the rotting smell…
Imagine walking into a burning building, and everyone laughs and tells you the fire’s all in your head. When no one believes you, are you going to stay to burn up with them? Every
passenger in that crowd waiting to embark on the luxury cruise was already dead—they just didn’t know it yet!
I stared through the windows of the terminal at the magnificent Seastar, at the broken glass and spatters of blood that only I could see… and then I fled.
Without warning a single soul.
What would have been the point? My name is Cassandra—I see
death six days before it happens, and can feel it if I shake a cold hand—but no matter what I do, I can never, ever
My flight took me as far as the escalators before a flash of purple brought me screeching to a halt. Lily Tsuki? No—it wasn’t the purple-haired musician who’d given me with cruise gift card. But suddenly I remembered how I’d been looking forward to hearing her performance aboard this very vessel…
It was one thing to turn my back on doomed strangers. Terrible as it sounds, it’s a bit like reading about a catastrophe in the news. Quite another thing to abandon somebody I knew!
Could I really leave her to become one of the bodies putrefying in the belly of the Seastar? Every time I ordered a drink at my favorite bar, I’d remember I hadn’t even tried to save her!
“Fuck!” I cried, fumbling for my phone. “Oh, fuck me sideways… how much time…?”
Ninety minutes to get on board, find the musician, and… what? Convince her to disembark? How?
And yet my feet were already turning toward the gangplank—because as it turns out, I would rather plunge headlong into a ship full of the rotting dead than face an empty piano bench and the guilt that no amount of alcohol would ever drown. But to have any chance at persuading Lily, I’d need to know how
the passengers died. This meant that in addition to finding a purple-haired needle in a Titanic-sized haystack, a horrifying task loomed ahead of me. I was going to have to do something I had not done in a very
long time—plunge directly into my vision. Walk into its very maw and face whatever gruesome horrors lurked at the source of that nauseating odor.
I was going to have to find the bodies…
… and whatever killed them. Boarding
The stench was so overpowering after crossing the gangplank that I dropped to my knees and dry heaved. The flow of passengers moved around me past the concierge desk. I must have looked exceptionally sick, because a pretty girl in a suit skirt approached, asking if I needed assistance. She reached out a hand to help me up—cold!
I staggered away from her and inside. Then—because I felt I might throw up—quickly found my way out to the promenade deck and the blessed breeze.
Lifeboats hung overhead. Beyond the rail, the sea sparkled in the afternoon sun. Cushioned loungers lined the deck. None were in use, presumably because the pool, patio, spa, and other amenities on the upper decks had much more attractive areas for lounging. I leaned against the rail and gulped the air, listening to the waves splash against the side of the boat, noting blood spatters further down—but nothing signifying the cause
of the blood. Just vague signs of violence.
After circling the entire promenade deck and spotting only the occasional bloody spatters, I gritted my teeth, pulled my shirt collar up over my nose, and plunged into the nearest door.
The Seastar’s interior had the atmosphere of a luxury hotel. People milled about the restaurant and shopping area, buzzing with excitement, talking about cabaret shows and fine dining, while perky crew members answered questions, all perfectly oblivious to the putrid sweet rotting stench. I’d most likely find Lily Tsuki at the piano lounge, but since I didn’t yet have any plausible explanation for what had happened to the passengers, I continued wandering, entering a bustling café overlooking the ship’s grand staircase. Stepping over an enormous blood stain on the carpet, I passed the counter, nauseated by the fancy pastries behind their glass cases, peering among the tables and chairs. Paused when I spotted an eyeball in a teacup. No trace of how it got there. No body with an empty socket. Just the eyeball, swirling in a congealed bloody jelly at the bottom of the cup…
I scurried away, snatching a cloth napkin to cover my nose.
The interior darkened as I ascended the central staircase. No electricity,
I noted as I clutched the railing. Why would the power be cut? A storm?
But storms don’t scoop out eyeballs with a dessert spoon….
Coming onto deck 6, I peered down a long, dim corridor lined with passenger cabins. To passengers coming and going, the hall was illuminated by electric lighting—but since I was seeing the ship six days in the future, the narrow hallway vanished into blackness. With no way to enter the cabins, and nothing much to see here or in the other dimmed halls of the passenger decks, I ascended until I reached the pool. Pool Deck
Deck 9 opened to wide panoramic windows, dining, a spa, and of course the pool. I emerged outdoors with relief, removing the napkin from my nose as the sea breeze gave some respite from the odor.
Around me, people partied in bikinis and beachwear and suits, sipping all manner of drinks around the sky-blue swimming pool. A young woman stretched on a blood-spattered lounger, oblivious to the gore beneath her tanned figure. A few bodies floated among the swimmers, bloated and discolored. My vision shimmered briefly as a teen boy swam right through one of the bodies, splashing as if it were not there. My heart lurched when I realized that it was his own,
albeit dressed in different clothes—
!” I grunted as a small figure bashed into me, her arm grazing mine.
“Sorry!” cried a little girl in a pink swimsuit, bolting by as her mother yelled at her to watch out for people.
I tried not to think of how cold
the little girl’s arm felt. Counted the bodies: eight in the pool. One by the towel bin, head caved in. I made a circuit of the pool, occasionally brushing against people—cold, cold, cold.
No survivors, it seemed.
That was when I spotted a shirtless old man sitting at a table under an umbrella. I froze, goosebumps prickling along my skin. Unlike the floaters, there was no obvious reason for his death. His back was to me, the bare skin of his shoulders gray and blotchy. In his hand he held a broken drinking glass. He was positioned in repose… so what killed him?
My heart quickened as I moved round to the front of him.
His mouth hung open, shards of glass and a mangled tongue lolling out, crimson trailing down his shirt front. The source of the chewed glass was obvious—the cup in his hand was broken, its jagged edges bloody.
He’d died choking on the glass.
“What the fuck is happening here?” I whispered. Forward Stairwell
The jogging track and the sundeck—decks 10 and 11—offered a stunning bird’s eye of the pool and ocean, but I did not stop to take this in as I circled to the bow, opting to take the forward stairs down, rather than central.
The stench hit me like a cloud.
I had to stop as I descended into the dim stairwell, clinging to the railing, doubled over, gagging. It was so so
bad. My eyes watered. My stomach bucked. And it was dark.
Thank God for my phone’s flashlight. I fumbled it on and, napkin firmly over my nose, plunged down into the depths… The phone’s thin illumination flashed along the carpeted stairwell and the hall of the first of the passenger decks. I kept descending. Paused at an unidentifiable slick red mound. I was examining it under my light when a crewmember jogged up to me and asked, “Lose something, miss?” “Just my marbles,” I muttered, shooing the crew member away and inadvertently brushing his hand. Cold.
I turned my attention back to the mound.
A slimy pile of intestines on the stairwell… trailing down to a disemboweled body. Intestines… eyeballs… eating broken glass… nothing about this makes sense!
I swiveled the beam to check further downward.
That was when I found the source of the odor.
My path down was obstructed by a mass of bodies. The ones underneath seemed to have been trampled, but the ones on top… I squeezed my watering eyes and retched against the wall. Some of the bodies bore horrible mutilations—fingers bent and twisted, joints out of alignment, faces smashed in and jaws torn open. Many more appeared to have been crushed in the press of bodies. Best guess, there was a wave of panicked people rushing upstairs from below, colliding with a wave of others fleeing down from above.
Why this staircase? What was near this part of the ship? The cabaret lounge
, I realized. No electricity. No elevators. This was the nearest stairwell to the auditorium.
Closer. I was inching closer to uncovering the fates of the passengers. And yet, I still had no idea what
the passengers were fleeing from. Who were the attackers? Or… I thought of the eyeball. The glass chewed and swallowed.
An icy pinprick at the base of my skull whispered the question I didn’t want to ask… Why? Why did some of the passengers go mad, and do it to themselves? Piano Bar
I took the long way round to the cabaret theatre, going all the way back up the stairs and coming down on the central staircase, only to detour on hearing the notes of a piano. I found myself in a cozy lounge and spotted a purple-haired figure at the keys. And just in time—the ship was due to depart in less than half an hour!
“Lily!” I rushed over.
The musician’s face lit. “Oh it’s you, friend! You made it!”
“You’ve got to get off the ship!”
“I know it seems crazy but you’ve got
to! Everyone on board is going to die—I’ve seen it because I’m psycho
!” I heard it a second later and smacked my forehead. “I mean—psychic!
PSYCHIC!! I can see the future.” At her scrunched eyebrows, I burst, “Look I know how I sound, but I’ve been able to see things since I was a little girl, and I am telling you that this ship is going to go dark!
The engines will cut out!
People are going to flee and trample each other on that forward staircase…” Launching into a rapid-fire recounting, I was just getting to the eyeball in the teacup when she interrupted:
“You’re afraid of some sort of terrorist attack?”
“No, no! No! It’s almost like… a kind of madness, a contagion
, that spreads through the ship—”
“A zombie apocalypse?”
“Poltergeists? Possession?” She played a riff from a horror movie. “Should we call an exorcist?”
“We should leave
!” I checked my phone. “Quickly!—"
“What an odd duck you are! I can’t imagine any sort of catastrophe as big as you’re saying. You know this ship has tons
of safety protocols. And even if I did believe some disaster were drawing near—do you really think I could abandon crowds and crew?” She looked at me over her glasses, shimmering purple lips curving in a smile. “Listen friend, if this were the Titanic and I was the only one who could see the iceberg, I’d stay
to steer us right, not run off leaving everyone to die!”
Icy fingers raked along my spine. Even if she wasn’t taking me seriously, she was right—I did
have a moral obligation to save people. An obligation I’d been trying to fulfill ever since I was a little girl, until the attempt killed my brother, and even after, I kept trying for years and years…. until at last I realized that there is no way
to change anything. That is why I call myself Cassandra. For the Greek prophet doomed to predict the future but never be believed. Try and prevent what I’ve foreseen? You might as well try and pluck the stars from the sky!
Every hand I’d touched was cold
. Everyone on board would die
My fists balled, fingernails digging so hard into my palms they bled. “You really have no idea what you’re asking of me…”
“Oh, I’m not telling you
to stay. I’m just explaining why I
have to. Besides, I’m under contract.” She winked and focused on her playing as guests entered and sat at nearby tables.
She had no idea! None whatsoever! If I thought there was even a sliver
of a hope, I wouldn’t abandon people! Oh, if this happy-go-lucky musician understood the futility!! But she will
, came another, darker thought. She
will know the full depth of the horror coming…
“No,” I whispered.
“Huh?” She shouted, “Wait—friend, where are you going?”
But I was not listening. The cabaret theatre—was the answer there? The reason for the crush of bodies in the forward stairwell? I rushed past the cafe with the eyeball in the teacup, through the grand doors into the cabaret hall—
—but the cabaret hall was surprisingly quiet, save for a light touch of classical music. A few passengers mingled here or there, unnoticing of the cadavers draped on chairs and tables. The stage itself was pristine, the wood smooth and polished in the fading orange light through the windows. Apparently, the origin of the panicked flight up the forward stairwell was not
this grand entertainment venue—nothing here supported that theory.
Nonetheless, I gave the place a thorough search until my phone’s battery ran low, and then I returned to the grand staircase.
In one direction lay passenger cabins. In the other, the gangplank back to the port terminal and safety.
“It’s not too late to be a coward, Cass,” I said. “Run from the ship, run from the empty piano bench at the bar, find a different, cheaper hole in the wall to crawl into like—like the cockroach you are…”
Always the survivor, eh…?
Or… or, I could try just one more time. “‘Hope,’”
my brother always said, “is the thing with feathers.” And look what happened to him!
flashed through my mind. My heart slammed against my ribcage. I’d just die too, unless I left in the next—how many minutes? I checked my phone, but it was dead. Like I would be if I stayed.
A horn sounded the Seastar’s departure. A distant cheer rose up from the upper decks and balconies. I felt a brief panicky impulse to run back out on deck and throw myself off the ship… but in truth, my fate had already been decided before
the ship’s horn blew. I hadn’t been paying attention earlier, but I’d been rubbing and rubbing my hands, and finally realized they were cold.
Probably had been since I’d boarded. I shuffled leaden feet toward the passenger cabins, guided by my phone’s light to the brass number plate for 4044—my
cabin. Reached for the knob and stopped.
That smell—dread squeezed my intestines like a wet rag.
Smoke. Burnt meat.
I wrinkled my nose and opened the door.
Orange rays shone through the window, the sunset so vivid it almost gave the illusion that the room was on fire. The walls and ceiling were charred. The edges of the mattress and sheets a smoldered ruin. But the worst damage was the small sofa by the coffee table. Broken bottles scattered round. And there on the sofa—
My fingers went limp on the door handle as I stared into melted sockets of a body charred beyond recognition. A dark line encircled its wrist. The blackened remnants of a charm bracelet. My
While the man on the pool deck swallowed glass, I would succumb to the insanity here, dousing myself in alcohol and flame—
—immolating myself. [Part 1]
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2023.06.07 03:10 jennnnnxox new player, what are things to know?
so i’ve literally been playing for about 4 hours and still only on the first city. i’ve had a few epic items from vaults and only just started on the very first restaurant. is the gameplay the exact same for all 60 cities and how long to boost up certain things like increased profit ect?
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2023.06.07 03:07 Frequent_Meeting_849 Big4 or small investment boutique?
I am a soon to be master graduate from a Southern European country.
A while ago I signed a contract for a full time position starting in September with a big4 based in a Northwestern European country: the role is pretty cool and all the people I interviewed with gave me a good impression. Recently, I applied for an internship position at a small investment boutique in a Central European country and I received an offer from them as well! Even though the second offer is an internship (they don't guarantee a full time contract after), the position is more aligned with my interests and my long-distance boyfriend lives in that city!
I am torn and I really don't know what to do. What do you think would be more valuable in terms of career experience? I am ultimately planning to settle in the second country in question in the long run, but I am sure having work experience from a big4 based abroad would help... any suggestions would be appreciated!
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2023.06.07 02:58 Level_Special3554 Whit's Frozen Custard to add five more locations across Central Ohio
Whit’s Frozen Custard plans to open five more Central Ohio locations soon.
The new locations are:
- 1550 Lewis Center Rd. (Lewis Center)
- 919 N. 21st St., STE A (Newark)
- 18 W. Main St. (West Jefferson)
- 3968 Broadway (Grove City)
- Lancaster (no exact address provided)
It's not yet clear when each new location plans to open.
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2023.06.07 02:52 Green-County-3770 Citi Double Cash: Interesting Charge Entries, Same Merchant, 2 Transactions, 2 Hours Apart
I thought I'd just share a recent interesting observation on 2 charges on my Citi DC. Charges are from the same local bakery made about 2 hours apart.
1st Charge was listed as "TST* XXXXXXXX Bakery - Spend Category: Eating Place, Restaurant"
2nd Charge was listed as "XXXXXXX Bakery - Spend Category: Bakeries"
Both charges are roughly $10+ each and I'm not sure if I inserted the card in the same charge machine.
Good thing that Citi DC is a flat 2% so no difference in my rewards on either charge. Just wondered why the difference in the spend category simply because of the TST process. Any ideas?
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2023.06.07 02:51 abeegan First visit to Portugal
Hello all, I'm going to be vacationing in Portugal later this month. I'm super excited! I'd love to get some advice from this group.
I am not worried about dining in the big cities as I think there should be plenty of options. I would like to hear what my experience will be like out in the countryside. We are considering staying in some posadas and being out in the countryside wondering if we can be accommodated in the restaurants. We are starting in Lagos, then doing the Algarve, and then unsure where we're going from there. Any help is appreciated! Obrigado!
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2023.06.07 02:36 ThrowRA67492 Updated bio and prompts since I thought they just repeated themselves and made them different from each other. What do we think of my updated bio and prompts?
2023.06.07 02:31 hag_teats Habibi is owned by a sex offender: PSA FOR Tourists
2023.06.07 02:28 AgileOpportunity8952 Ushiku main Station
2023.06.07 02:18 grassmilk7 Any comments of my city just based on these two low res photos ? Anything.
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Also yes some intersections are messy. Ignore random un connect interchange at the bottom left.
Second photo is the “newest” neighbored - lots of tenant buildings.