Msn fancy script

Situation
You have a folder full of HTML (or config, or whatever) files that are all fairly similar, but also kind of not, because:

• They should be a lot more similar, but many different people have been editing them one at a time without coordinating between each other (or themselves),

and

• They really should be maintained as a template in some kind of actual templating language, and the implementation of whatever they're for should probably be something else entirely, but most of the people who edit these files are not programmers and the learning curve would be more trouble than it's worth.

You can see there are a lot of things that could be tidied up and made perfectly identical across all the files, but you can't be arsed to do it the "right way", and you don't fancy playing regular expression golf (trying to make sure you hit just the things you intend in mass search/replaces), and you really can't be arsed to remember how to do multi-line regexps.
Solution
Write a script that automatically splits a tmux session into however many panes you need, then launches a vim session in each one, one per file. Then all you have to do is turn on synchronize-panes, and away you go!
Here is the most minimal version of this I could come up with. A much nicer version follows, but this is more useful as a building block, because maybe you want to use it for similar-but-not-identical inappropriate purposes:

#!/bin/bash # usage: #  file1 file2 ... # or #  *.html # if you run into "no space for new pane", increase -y tmux new-session -d -s editors -y 80 # cycle through filenames given on command line for filename in "$@"; do tmux split-window -v -l 5 -t editors:0.0 tmux send-keys -t editors "vim '$filename'" Enter done # close the "origin pane" (which still has just a shell) tmux send-keys -t editors:0.0 "exit" Enter # attach to the terminal you ran this script from tmux attach -t editors # After tmux attaches, you'll probably want to do: # - Ctrl+B, E to resize the panes # - Ctrl+B, :, set synchronize-panes # To exit, just issue ":q" to all vims, then Ctrl+D to exit the shells. 

Important limitation: The above can only do a single session at a time, because the session name ("editors") is fixed. Interesting things happen if you try to run another copy simultaneously.
The full version is a bit long to put inline like this, so here it is gzipped and base64'd:

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(To decode, run the following in a terminal, copy/paste, then press Enter, Ctrl+D:

base64 -d gunzip > tmux_multi_edit.sh # might as well check it as well: echo "ac5518e97721fe8486cae6a11ef651273aa526cc96b9a495a7fc3e0dcab7aed9 tmux_multi_edit.sh" sha256sum -c 

Then verify that the result contains only standard ASCII characters, read it, and understand what every line does before you chmod +x it, because we don't blindly run things from the Internet - especially things I post the same day I wrote them...)

Hello fellow starborn
I want to get into modding, nothing to fancy like scripting or anything like that (unless I learn that coding is something I’m tits at)
But I want to make my own custom outfits and maybe learn to port other assets from other games into starfield, there’s a mass effect armor mod and halo armor mod I can’t live without
But im also really picky about my aesthetic choices and what armors and stuff I’ll use
Anyways anyways anyways
I want to learn to make custom outfits like for instance I love the chest armor from the uc navy space suit the tank the body armor it’s sick, but I hate the rest of it, I want to be able to go into a program and mishmash armors together
And also how to rip and port things into starfield
Anyways what programs do I need to accomplish all this and is there any tutorials online that will help me teach myself

N it makes ME SAD. Each time I think about my MeN. Theyr ALL THE BACK BONES N FOUNDATIONAL of ALL THE PRACTICALITY REALITIES all seven billion people based our lives entirely IN N ON. Even the MAINSTREAM POPULARITY FAMOUS CHARACTERS that we THOUGHT theyr THE REAL DEAL like the clown White the house n Congressional housing the HOLLYWOOD. That cameras n SCRIPTED run in there all angles 24/7. That is ALL CLOWNS loonies n circus that they can have a FANCY LIFESTYLE n eat in the top most Michelin restaurants. Be on the streets w tons of people follow n applause. NOT knowing they r just ACTORS N ACTRESSES. Sadly enough this world is so BLIND. Blind to the point this entire reality turn into a JOKE to ME many years now. The whole world is THE HUGE THEATRE MOVIE N AI. But I REFUSE to live in illusions n delusional stages since last FEW MONTHS NOW. since I started my journey in Twitter w my DARK TRUTHS PHILOSOPHY ACCOUNTS n expose ALL.
N my last steps IS BRINGING ME N MY MeN to MAINSTREAM WE WILL DO BOTH MAINSTREAM N UNDERGROUND. So the fuck WHAT? Huh Huh Huh ………….☢️🌞

Played X4 for about 40 hours recently. Absolutely love the concept. As someone else said, it's essentially a logistics game wrapped in 3D SciFi universe. The idea that you can buy and automate everything, that the entire world is fully simulated in terms of materials and fabrication, is amazing.
I'm not big into fancy graphics so the ship view graphics are just fine for me. I don't mind the terrible lag when on foot in a station. The map view is ok.
But I cannot get over the UI. Apart from the fact that it scales to a large resolution, it's almost at text editor level - I feel like I might as well be writing basic scripting instructions in a massive text file. They didn't even bother with eg basic icons for the different goods. But the worst is that the menu hierarchy in no way reflects what is most frequently used, and seems to have little logical explanation.
As I slowly started approaching building a little fleet (automated mining and trading, some “protection” for my own mission-running ship) and space station, I realised much of this game (for me at least) would be played on the map and in the menus. Which conceptually I'm happy with. But that menu UI is just a killer. Pity, because otherwise I could see myself sinking a few hundred hours into this (after 40 hours I feel like I’ve just scratched the surface of game mechanics and lore!)
Hence I'm wondering for X4-like games that prioritise UI over 3D graphics, perhaps going all the way to 2D only or even essentially map view only.

// Create parameter for Agent ID; Get AssociateIndicator Events aid=?aid #event_simpleName=AssociateIndicator 

// Create parameter for Agent ID; Get AssociateIndicator Events and ProcessRollup2 Events aid=?aid (#event_simpleName=AssociateIndicator OR #event_simpleName=ProcessRollup2) 

// Create parameter for Agent ID; Get AssociateIndicator Events and ProcessRollup2 Events aid=?aid (#event_simpleName=AssociateIndicator OR #event_simpleName=ProcessRollup2) // Use selfJoinFilter to join events selfJoinFilter(field=[aid, TargetProcessId], where=[{#event_simpleName=AssociateIndicator}, {#event_simpleName=ProcessRollup2}]) 

// Create parameter for Agent ID; Get AssociateIndicator Events and ProcessRollup2 Events aid=?aid (#event_simpleName=AssociateIndicator OR #event_simpleName=ProcessRollup2) // Use selfJoinFilter to join events selfJoinFilter(field=[aid, TargetProcessId], where=[{#event_simpleName=AssociateIndicator}, {#event_simpleName=ProcessRollup2}]) // Create pretty process tree for ProcessRollup2 events case { #event_simpleName="ProcessRollup2" ExecutionChain:=format(format="%s → %s (%s)", field=[ParentBaseFileName, FileName, RawProcessId]); *; } // Use groupBy to aggregate groupBy([aid, TargetProcessId], function=([count(aid, as=Occurrences), selectFromMin(field="@timestamp", include=[@timestamp]), collect([ComputerName, UserName, ExecutionChain, Tactic, Technique, DetectDescription, CommandLine])])) 

// Create parameter for Agent ID; Get AssociateIndicator Events and ProcessRollup2 Events aid=?aid (#event_simpleName=AssociateIndicator OR #event_simpleName=ProcessRollup2) // Use selfJoinFilter to join events selfJoinFilter(field=[aid, TargetProcessId], where=[{#event_simpleName=AssociateIndicator}, {#event_simpleName=ProcessRollup2}]) // Create pretty process tree for ProcessRollup2 events case { #event_simpleName="ProcessRollup2" ExecutionChain:=format(format="%s → %s (%s)", field=[ParentBaseFileName, FileName, RawProcessId]); *; } // Use groupBy to aggregate groupBy([aid, TargetProcessId], function=([count(aid, as=Occurrences), selectFromMin(field="@timestamp", include=[@timestamp]), collect([ComputerName, UserName, ExecutionChain, Tactic, Technique, DetectDescription, CommandLine])])) // Add Process Tree link to ease investigation; Uncomment your cloud rootURL := "https://falcon.crowdstrike.com/" /* US-1 */ // rootURL := "https://falcon.us-2.crowdstrike.com/" /* US-2 */ // rootURL := "https://falcon.laggar.gcw.crowdstrike.com/" /* Gov */ // rootURL := "https://falcon.eu-1.crowdstrike.com/" /* EU */ format("[Process Explorer](%sgraphs/process-exploretree?id=pid:%s:%s)", field=["rootURL", "aid", "TargetProcessId"], as="Falcon") drop([rootURL]) sort(@timestamp, order=desc, limit=20000) 

[INDEX]
*System Restart\*
I blinked at the text hanging in the air.
A small image of da Vinci’s vitruvian man did calisthenics underneath the words. More information scrolled upwards.
HumanOS Version: 1.0 Model: Vincent J. Carter Serial: 987-65-4329 Battery: 1560 @ 100% Memory: 640/640 Provider: None Network: None Credits: 9360 Expansion: None
The words flashed then swirled and transformed into a small translucent cog that hovered in the top right corner of my vision. Other icons floated into existence across the top of my vision, just like the info bar on a cellphone. An (8E) symbol, signal bars at 100%, and a full battery symbol. The time was currently 16:43 and it was Thursday, June 16th 1885
“What the heck?” I muttered, my voice loud in the silence of the ruined room.
I focused on the cog and a series of icons filled my vision. It took me about two seconds to understand that I could move them around using nothing more than my thoughts.
App Store, Calculator, Calendar, Camera, Clock, Gear, Inventory, Map, Notes, System.
“Did… Am I somehow mentally fused with my smartphone?” I wondered aloud. The timeless chaos and the voice were fading to dreamlike memories, a nightmare event that scratched at the edge of my sanity and threatened to overwhelm me. Did that entity think that the cellphone was some part of me?
“Okay, no worries. Let’s get back home and deal with this later.” I grumbled. “Hopefully I don’t run into a protest or riot or get locked up for violating curfew or not wearing a mask.”
I mentally selected [Map**]**
A transparent map of the room filled my vision along with tiny labels covering everything. Ruined chair, ruined bed, ruined table, rusty knife, leather pouch, unknown book. A moment later I had mastered the controls and zoomed out to find… nothing. The map was blank.
*Local Map Updating…\*
The Local map was updating, possibly because it needed to be filled in by my own exploration? I noticed a couple of icons on the left side of my vision and focused on them. Map Type, Search. Map Type allowed me to switch between Local, Transit, and Terrain.
I flipped between them and was rewarded with better information. The Transit map was like a traditional map, just lines and points of interest with the distance and travel times. I am currently in ‘Ruins of Fort Galos” with a dirt road that leads 3 miles south to “Wendleton Road” which zooms out to run between the cities of Wendleton and Comstock. Another zoom out and I’m located in the Region of Stratford… zoom out…on the continent of North Anglia… zoom out … on the planet of Aerth.
It sort of looks like Earth, if Earth had no polar ice caps. I can recognise the major continents, although most are shaped strangely because the oceans are so high. North America is split completely in two by a huge gulf that eats up all of Louisiana, most of the southern states, and carves a deep furrow all the way up to the Great Lakes and out to the eastern seaboard. Florida is missing, as is most of the eastern seaboard. The map calls that area ‘Colonia’ and it’s marked with a somewhat familiar red, white, and blue flag with just 17 stars. I’m located somewhere near Colorado, but Colorado doesn’t exist anymore. It’s part of Wilmont county in the Region of Stratford in an area called the Midlands.
My hands started shaking. It’s some sort of joke. Some kind of insanity. Some sort of delusion. Or maybe I’m delirious with the damned virus and having a mad dream. Okay. Okay. Deep breaths. Calm down and think rationally. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, inhaling the musty and burnt scents of my new reality.
Okay, if I’m really in some alternate world then maybe things aren’t so bad? I was on the verge of being homeless and now I am homeless, so, nothing has really changed, right? And since I seem to be fused with my smartphone, maybe I can use that to my advantage? I quickly imagined a million ways I could die in a fantasy world and pushed down the panic. No sense in panicking just yet — we can do that later when I’m being burnt at the stake for witchcraft or something.
I flipped back over to Local Map and examined the room again. Leather pouch, rusty knife, and unknown book were located under the rotting carcass of the bed. I approached it and looked carefully to see if I could spot them. I smiled to myself thinking maybe I could make a living as some sort of detective or something, finding lost items with preternatural ability. Unable to see anything in the mass of mushrooms and ferns, I mentally tapped the label “Leather pouch” on the Local Map.
*Place Item in Inventory? [Y/N]\*
I selected [Y] and received a notification. Memory: [639/640]
Huh. It takes up memory.
I pulled the heavy pouch from inventory and into my hand. The leather was dried and stiff, but I managed to open it to reveal 1 golden coin, 50 tarnished silver, 68 copper, and 30 bronze coins.
The copper coins were about the size of a nickel and quite worn, but I could make out the face of some priest with a fancy hat on the face and a hammer and anvil on the reverse. The brass were the size of a quarter and similarly worn, and featured a bull on the face and a sheaf of wheat on the reverse. The silver were the size of a dime and slightly tarnished, with the image of some queen on the face and a crescent moon on the reverse. The gold coin was untouched by time and featured a stern looking king on the face, with a stylised sun on the opposite face. I popped everything back into Inventory.
Huh. It appears that everything I stick into inventory counts against the available memory of 640 that was listed earlier, but coins stack into one slot for each type so now I have 636/640 memory. Not bad, not bad. A little experimentation quickly proved that I could add the ruined chair and table too. One slot each. A seriously overpowered feature that I planned to abuse in the future — just put things in bags and boxes and my Inventory was practically unlimited! I rubbed my hands together like an evil villain. Half an hour ago I was a broke nobody with no future, and now I’m able to start completely fresh with cash and some strange abilities. Thank you strange entity!
It was terrifying and exhilarating. I wanted to dance and puke at the same time.
I placed the Unknown Book into Inventory and it popped into my hands a moment later along with a strong musty aroma. The leather cover was green with mould and swollen with moisture. Carefully flipping through the pages I stared in wonder at the illustrated script. It was like one of those old religious books you see in museums, every page a work of art. Too bad it’s written in some strange language I can’t read. Arabic maybe? Putting it back into Inventory, it took just a moment to figure out that I could get a quick overview of the item. [Unknown Book. A mouldy old book written in an unknown language.]
The rusty knife was what my father would have called a “pig sticker”, with a grubby leather sheath, bone handle, and a thick blade about ten inches long. Even though the blade was spotted with a bit of rust, it seemed to be in decent condition and could probably be salvaged with a whetstone and some oil. It was a weapon, and considering current events, a welcome addition to my new collection of personal possessions.
I kept the ruined chair and table in inventory. Never know when you might need firewood.
The Calculator was pretty cool, selecting it allowed me to mentally perform arithmetic in moments or provided a count of items in my vision. As long as it was open I could just think of a simple maths problem and the answer popped in my head along with a running tally. There was a scientific tab on it, but I didn’t foresee me using cosine functions anytime soon.
The Camera was interesting, allowing me to snap a photo of what I could see, but each picture used one memory although they only took up one Inventory slot. Delete, Delete, Delete.
Calendar was 13 months with 30 days each. The weeks were 6 days long and Monday was missing. Good. I don’t like Mondays. Especially since the days here are 26 hours long. I could also set appointments and reminders.
Clock was a basic clock with alarms and stopwatch function.
Notes was really cool though, it was like virtual paper. I could sketch things with my finger, or use thought-to-text, or even attach photos to the note and save them, which took up one Inventory slot per filename. The Export function created a thick piece of paper that appeared in my hand. Nice. Fire starting material!
It has an Import function too?
I created a new Note, then imported the mouldy book from my Inventory. It appeared as a virtual object in my vision that I could manipulate with a thought. Then I exported it. A popup appeared in my vision and I watched my Battery dip from 1560 down to 1460, then a duplicate appeared in my inventory. Sweet! I could set up shop as a magical print-wizard! Or work as a pack-mule, hauling entire warehouses of goods invisibly. I chuckled to myself imagining that.
However it took 100 battery points, so it wasn’t much of a cheat unless I could reproduce expensive texts. I wonder if it took 100 battery for everything, or if it was based on the complexity of the object?
System had some nice features included. One was Health Monitor, which gave me a general screen of any health issues. Notifications was also nice for popping up things that might be important. Nothing else of real importance, just some little tweaks to the User Interface and the ability to turn off the (8E) connection I had noticed earlier. Airplane mode, I guess.
Another hunch presented itself in the System and I opened up the language setting. English was currently selected. I scrolled through the selection and choose Arabic from the list. A slight wave of dizziness washed over me and I examined the unknown book again. Nope. Still unknown.
I sighed and flipped back to the language settings and noticed there’s an “Auto-Translate” selection. Mentally mashing the illusory button in my User Interface, another wave of dizziness washed over me. This time the unknown book had a tag on it. [Old Avestan - Translate? Y/N]
Duh, yes, translate! An old, unknown book hidden in a burned out room? That just screams Secret Book of Incredibly Over Powered Magic, doesn’t it? Annnnd… Nope. I flipped through the copy and it seems to be nothing more than some religious textbook. Beautifully illustrated, but I’m not getting any magic vibes off of it. I tossed it back in my inventory [Book. Zoroastrian religious text. Professionally Illustrated. 50SP] and continued my journey of self exploration.
When I enabled “Show Hidden Files” in System, it was absolutely terrifying. File names like “Digestion.dna”, “Endocrine.dna” and “Sensory.dna” filled my vision. I disabled that feature as soon as I realised what I was looking at. I’d hate to accidentally delete my sense of taste, or something even more important.
The Service tab under System was confusing. It seemed to be some sort of weird version of a mobile service plan that asked me to choose a Service Provider.
There were dozens of Service Providers to choose from; Industrial Charms & Enchantments, Whitehall Wizard Group, Sorcerer’s United, Atlantis Magic and Enchantment, and a slew of other providers with different tiers named after gemstones and the best offering being the Diamond Unlimited plan that offered ‘unlimited mana and roaming, some limits apply’ for an astronomical amount per month. I could see the service zones of each provider laid out across a map, along with colour coding for the quality of service ranging from 1E to 8E.
I could also choose from various Celestial or Infernal Contracts which had entire pages of TOS benefits and obligations. Another terrifying aspect of my new world.
I decided to dig into that mess later. I had no use for a service provider and picking one was a problem for future-me if I ever needed one.
The Gear icon opened up a minimalist overlay with a picture of me and the items I was wearing. Socks, shorts, underwear, tee-shirt. A mental twitch rotated the image and confirmed that my backside was just as filthy as the floor. Two buttons were visible next to my image, [Custom] and [Labourer]. I selected Labourer and the image shifted to show me wearing work boots, wool socks, denim trousers, leather belt, cotton underwear, cotton pull-over shirt, leather gloves, soft-brim hat. [Select? Y/N]
A mental push of the button and a million indigo motes surrounded me. Two seconds and 10 battery later I was wearing the new gear. And clean! All the grime on my arms and legs had vanished. Seriously, how awesome is that? I still feel like I need a shower though.
[Labourer class selected - Standard] Skills: Lifting, toting, stepping, fetching, shifting, digging, hauling, packing…
Knowledge of menial labour filled my head beyond what I was already familiar with. I somehow knew the most efficient ways to dig a ditch, safely shift a box, casually walk to the water cooler, and slack off while looking busy.
Huh. Did changing my gear change my class? That’s interesting. What happens if I put on a Wizard hat? Would I become some sort of hybrid day-labour wizard with spells for digging ditches? Oh, wait. I have five slots and can fill them with clothing and label them whatever I want.
I opened up the App Store.
Holy. Shitsnacks.
Dozens of icons filled my vision, offering a vast selection of what appeared to be careers? Professions? Classes? Skills?
Archivist, Accountant, Bartender, Book keeper, Cartwright, Con-artist, Farmhand, Herbalist, Hobo, Inn keeper, …Priest, Prostitute, Politician, …Sorcerer, Tailor, …Wizard, Zookeeper.
It was a huge and confusing array of choices.

Hi! Mod Team told me I couldnt box post. So I wanted to ask about neat suggestions.
I had this idea that Id take the opportunity to try new things with a new setting. My first step is Im going to try my new Vallejo metal airbrush paints as a basecoat/primer! It just seems fun. Then Ill use Baal red to retain the metal but put Druchii violet to make the burgundy.
Then I was going to try OSL for the lenses. I was under the impression you spray white gently and then spray a contrast over it. So! I was going to do Karandras green for the lense. Hexwraith flame for the glow effect!
I had the idea to customize mine with little scripts and psalms! But I dont have any green stuff so Im probably gonna kitbash what I can.
Then I was going to try to write runes but this time do them in white then go over them in Magmadroth flame so that I could get that neat glowy orange effect. Im not sure how well this would go but maybe if I thin the contrast it'd flow better.
As for bases Im undecided. I considered snowy since it'd go good against the relatively dark palette that Wordbearer armor is. But also I did that for my Deathwatch. I also had an idea to do Martian Iron Earth (I think? The one without the crackles.) Since I feel like that might look good as a sort of Colchis-esque terrain. My last choice is Mordant Earth! I dont really see a reason to do this one. My tsons have it but the crackly magic works for them. My salamanders have it too but instead orange lava-y cracks!
I was just going to go with bolters and then possibly lightning claw as I wanna try lighting that one all fancy like then the plasma pistol! Assuming thats a Plasma pistol and not that special kind of HH laser gun just painted blue. I think Ill do mine in green though to represent the Warpflame plasma WBs get.
Suggestions and advice on whether these are solid ideas welcome! Everyone is getting bayonets cause bayonets are cool. ^{^}

Hello All,
Recently got a new job at a software company. This is my first tech support job at a software company! It's been a long ten years in IT support doing everything from field tech to sysadmin, powershell and azure, to linux backend stuff and some stints in sales too. I recently realized that I want to be a software engineer namely backend and/or quant and the company where I work seems to be the best way to do that.
What I do currently is a AWS and linux support engineer. I help customers write scripts and debug the application that we make. Could I technically call myself a SWE already? If not, what other fancy titles are out there for this role? What is different about what SWE do and what I do and how do I get there? Should I let the Software team know I am and have been interested in coding and would like to join their team even though I have only been at the company for a month? Should I let my manager know that this is what I see for myself in the future?
I already have a github with python, but I guess, I'd have to learn what languages the software team uses here. Any thoughts and tips would be appreciated.

Part 2
Suggested titles: "Your kraken bully confesses her feelings", "Making peace with your kraken bully", "The ocean princess confesses to you", "Forced to marry your kraken bully: Part 3", some variation thereof, or something else entirely.
Script usage rules: Monetizing on YouTube and/or Patreon, making minor edits to the script, genderflipping the script- these are all okay. The sound effects are optional. The voice cues are only suggestions. For further queries, feel free to contact me.
Script length: About 1.9K words
For the listener:
You're not fully awake, but you can hear enough. Are those fishes that she's talking to? You're hallucinating, aren't you? This girl with the tentacles that have tripped you up so many times- this girl who's bullied you throughout school- why does it bother you to see her heartbroken?
...
D I S A P P E A R
(talking to fishes) What am I going to do, sapphire?
What if he never wakes up? Look at him, sapphire. This is all my fault. How could I have let him leave my side, with all those savages around?
It’s my fault this happened to him. I really wanted to be better. I really wanted things to be different this time.
No, emerald. The doctors said the wound wasn’t fatal but he- he got stabbed! And he has still not woken up. I don’t know what to do.
Back there at the court, I forced him into getting engaged to me. I had to put on a show for all those nobles, you know? I had to make this believable. I expected my pearl to get upset but I-I thought I’d have time to make it up to him.
We were supposed to have the rest of our lives together. I was going to….I was going to be better this time.
Why did this have to happen? Why do things always go so wrong? I finally got to meet him after all these years, and now it’s just gone.
Have hope? Oh, ruby, what hope is there? I can’t expect him to stay with me after this. And the war is inevitable now. The humans won’t let this one go, even if it ends up destroying them. Pearl and I will be enemies again.
Look at him. He seems so peaceful. Sleeping in my room, on my bed, here at the bottom of the ocean. I wonder what dreams he must see. I wonder if I’ll ever be in them.
What am I even saying? He hates me. There’s no way for him to not hate me after what happened.
No, sapphire, you sweet little thing! He has every right to hate me. I summoned him here, I practically forced him to marry me, and I wasn’t there to save him when that traitor attacked him. And all that, after I made school absolutely miserable for him. I left him with scars. Because I couldn’t tell him how I felt. Because I’m a spoiled princess who just can’t let go. Oh, I am cruel. Sapphire, emerald, ruby- I am cruel.
You don’t understand. You’re fishes. You’re purer than creatures like us, who deal in lies and empty promises. You can’t understand.
But you know what love is, don’t you? You know what it’s like to be wanted, and you know what it’s like to want. You do, don’t you?
I love him. It’s too late now, but I’ve loved him ever since he tripped and fell face-first into the sand outside my cove. The clumsy little pirate. I love him. I can live with him hating me, but I can’t live in a world without him.
(breathing shakily a few times to compose herself)
(softly) What did you say, sapphire?
What? Pearl, did you just- stir in your sleep?
Oh my gosh. You’re awake. Oh, thank the heavens, you’re awake! Pearl, I was so worried!
No. I’m not letting you go. Just shut up and let me hug you.
(A longer pause. Her breathing is uneven, but slowly returns to normal.)
I’m sorry. This is all my fault, and here I am, already telling you what to do. I’m sorry.
How’s your wound? Are you in pain? Tell me what I can do to make you feel better, pearl. Do you need me to get you anything?
Okay. If you say so. But if you feel the slightest bit of discomfort, you tell me immediately, okay?
(sighing) I never wanted you to get hurt. I just wanted you to like it here.
Because this is my home, and I wanted you to see it as yours too. You were going to live here with me, weren’t you? But I suppose there’s no point in talking about it anymore.
I am not sure what to do. It isn’t safe for you here. I just never thought your life would be in danger.
The assassin? Yes, we’ve apprehended him. He won’t ever be harming you again. (Softly) I won’t let anyone harm you again.
Why am I so concerned? Because you-you almost got killed! What do you mean why am I so concerned?
No, it’s not just because you’re representing the dry landers. I mean, the humans. Of course I wanted to prevent a war, but I also....I also wanted to keep you safe. A kraken always cares for her pretty things.
Yes. You’re pretty. You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. Why else do you think I named you ‘pearl’?
No! I don’t name every creature I interact with after precious gemstones! Sapphire, emerald and ruby had those names from the very beginning.
(Softly, as realisation dawns on her) Wait. You heard me talking with the fishes?
Uh, pearl? For how long have you been awake exactly?
The entire time? ….Oh.
Did I mean what I said? About what?
Oh. About loving you. Uh, are you sure you don’t want anything? You don’t feel a little tired or dizzy? Maybe I should fetch a doctor and they can prescribe some med-
I’m not dodging anything. I just want you to get well soon.
Do I really love you? (Sighing) Why do you want to know? There’s no point to my saying it. Not anymore.
Because you’ll go back to the surface after this. And I won’t be able to follow you. I’ll become the enemy you hate. You’ll never come back here again. You’ll only remember me as the girl who tripped you into the pool. You’ll...never become mine. Not willingly. I’ll always remain a monster.
Do I love you? Oh, pearl.
I love you so much, it hurts. After we graduated from the academy, you just disappeared. You didn’t answer any of my letters. And so I stopped writing them after a while. I thought, maybe, you just needed to be alone to process things, and you’d let me know when you were ready to talk again. But you never did.
I swam up to our cove every once in a while, you know? I knew I’d not find you there, but my heart fluttered with hope every time I surfaced. I kept expecting a silly little boy, wearing a silly little pirate hat, to stumble in any moment. Only to scream in terror and fall into the water when he saw a girl with tentacles standing there. And then flail about helplessly until she saved him.
Yes, that is exactly how our first encounter happened. And you’re welcome, by the way. For getting your ass saved from drowning.
You’re lucky you never got on a ship all your life, you know? I’d have sunk it and wrapped you up in my tentacles the moment you left harbour. I mean, I’d have been gentle about it. As gentle as a kraken can be when she’s sinking a ship. I didn’t want to hurt you or scare you. But I wouldn’t have let you go. Never again.
I don’t want to let you go, pearl. It’s dangerous for you to stay in my world, and I couldn’t forgive myself if I let anything happen to you again. But I also can’t let you go. I have no choice. I can’t keep you prisoner here against your will, but I-I love you too much. The thought of not seeing you again, it makes me feel like-like how humans feel, when there’s no air in their lungs. I start to suffocate. I don’t know what to do anymore, pearl. I wish we could just disappear. Just the two of us, free to go wherever we wanted.
Stop the war? But how? You’ll swim back to the surface when I’m not looking, and you’ll tell them what happened. As you should. And then-
You won’t tell them? Pearl, I know you haven’t been a diplomat for long- your parents never really groomed you into this- but that is not how this works! You have to tell them. You have to let them know that we tried to kill you.
Yeah, I know I didn’t. But it happened anyway. You have to tell them when you go back.
You’re not going back? What?
Well, going back would mean starting a war, yes. But-
You don’t want other people to die either. But this is wrong! I knew you’d do something utterly stupid and noble, like putting others before yourself. It’s just like you. But you shouldn’t brush off an attack on your life. You shouldn’t brush off injustices like this.
That’s not all?
I’m dreaming, aren’t I? I was talking to the fishes for way too long. There’s no way you just said that.
You’d be willing to ‘give it another shot’ with me? Even after I allowed you to get hurt? I don’t understand. I thought you hated me.
I’m not what you hated?
Oh, pearl. I’m sorry fate has been so cruel to you. I can’t imagine what you went through, being orphaned like that. I wanted to comfort you, but I only made things worse. I don’t know why fate always delivers bad things to kind souls.
Don’t. It’s not your fault for pushing me away. Don’t you, for a second, apologize for that. I should be the one saying sorry for how I treated you at school.
We’re simply from two different worlds, aren’t we? Always have been. I was always surrounded by merfolk and humans at the Academy. They liked and admired me, because I was the princess of Atlantis. And you always kept to yourself. Always ate your lunch alone. There was nobody to fend for you. I should’ve been there.
Yes. I’ll....I’ll be there from now on. I’ll protect you and care for you the way I should’ve all those years ago. But you know what this means, don’t you?
You’re giving yourself to me. You’re acknowledging that you’re mine. You are mine. Which means I won’t have to hold myself back anymore. I can finally claim you.
Oh no, you cheeky little thing. There’s no ‘trial period’. You don’t get to back away now. I...I really do hope you meant what you said.
You did?
(They share a slow kiss) Should’ve done this ages ago. This feels so special. This feels so right. Everything is bursting with colour. Oh, pearl, my precious little pirate. (They kiss again).
You have no idea how happy you make me. I thought I’d never again have you in my bedsheets. Never have you in my arms, and never be able to look into your eyes again. You’re mine. From this moment on, your safety and happiness are my responsibility. For the rest of your life.
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overwhelm you. I just can’t contain how giddy I am. I should let you rest. You’ve still not recovered fully. Oh, I can’t wait to tell the fishes what happened!
(Giggling) No, the fishes won’t be looking at you funny. I’ll tell them to behave.
Sleep well, pearl. After you’ve recovered, I’ll take you to a special place. I’ve wanted to go there with you for a long, long time. It’s deep in the ocean, so I couldn’t do it when we were kids.
I really hope you’ll like it. But that’s enough for now. Close your eyes for me, and drift off. Sleep.
There we go. I’ll keep holding you until you fall asleep. Just breathe, and dream of me, okay?
(Kissing him once more) Sweet dreams.....consort.
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Additional Notes And Lore (A.N.A.L):
The fishes 'talk' by making bubbles. Based on the number and frequency of these bubbles, the princess can understand what they're saying. A bit like morse code, but for fishes.
Krakens and pirates have a long history. In earlier days, when a kraken girl took a fancy to some human aboard a ship, she'd turn into her ancient form and sink the entire ship to claim that human. The remaining humans would be claimed by other denizens of the sea, such as mermaids and sirens, or guided safely to shore.
She did, in fact, name them sapphire, emerald and ruby herself.
As always, comments and feedback are welcome and appreciated!

The first actor and the beginnings of an insane career!
Please be gentle. You're my first Actress!
When I was, but a mere child of 12, I watched a B/W movie on TV; on the farm.
It was, 'The Collector'- 1965, with Terence Stamp and the beautiful young Samantha Eggar.
Needless to say my little brain was enthralled with this film. You have to watch it!
Again, needless to say I was, once more, enthralled with this actual chance of meeting Samantha. And me, somewhat older, somewhat wiser (I guess), yet, still a farm boy.
The assignment; I was to be Sam's Transport Specialist 24/7, while she was here in town. Palpitations grew as the day of 'prep' closed in.
The project, 'Curtains', was a 'Cheesy Slasher Film' shot, mostly, north of Toronto in 'Cottage Country'.
The year was 1983. I had, not so much as, a 'marsupial's' inkling about the show nor any idea what a 'script' looked like.
I had been a P.A. (Production Assistant) on commercials, with Mike, for a few years. Humping cable, props buying and more of the humping cable. Every now and again I would get picked up, at home, by a fancy car and driver (impressed the hell out of our Farmer Landlord, I'd say). So, with 'finished commercial footage' in hand and with instructions to 'hand deliver' to the client I, subsequently, joined the 'Jet-Set crowd' and flew off to Chicago, Detroit or some other exotic destination.
Now it was time for me to spread my steering wheel(s) and fly, again.
This time into the 'Wild Blue Wonder' of 'The Abyss of the Biz!
I had learned from my experiences, as a school bus driver; for children of all ages and human behaviour, that once you meet someone new, you have about two minutes to pull them into your corner. How do you do that in two minutes, you ask?
Humm
More to follow....................................................................

The first actor and the beginnings of an insane career!
Please be gentle. You're my first Actress!
When I was, but a mere child of 12, I watched a B/W movie on TV; on the farm.
It was, 'The Collector'- 1965, with Terence Stamp and the beautiful young Samantha Eggar.
Needless to say my little brain was enthralled with this film. You have to watch it!
Again, needless to say I was, once more, enthralled with this actual chance of meeting Samantha. And me, somewhat older, somewhat wiser (I guess), yet, still a farm boy.
The assignment; I was to be Sam's Transport Specialist 24/7, while she was here in town. Palpitations grew as the day of 'prep' closed in.
The project, 'Curtains', was a 'Cheesy Slasher Film' shot, mostly, north of Toronto in 'Cottage Country'.
The year was 1983. I had, not so much as, a 'marsupial's' inkling about the show nor any idea what a 'script' looked like.
I had been a P.A. (Production Assistant) on commercials, with Mike, for a few years. Humping cable, props buying and more of the humping cable. Every now and again I would get picked up, at home, by a fancy car and driver (impressed the hell out of our Farmer Landlord, I'd say). So, with 'finished commercial footage' in hand and with instructions to 'hand deliver' to the client I, subsequently, joined the 'Jet-Set crowd' and flew off to Chicago, Detroit or some other exotic destination.
Now it was time for me to spread my steering wheel(s) and fly, again.
This time into the 'Wild Blue Wonder' of 'The Abyss of the Biz!
I had learned from my experiences, as a school bus driver; for children of all ages and human behaviour, that once you meet someone new, you have about two minutes to pull them into your corner. How do you do that in two minutes, you ask?
Humm
More to follow....................................................................

Let’s be real, PvE gets boring. Yes I’ve been apart of 20-40 other nerds and took down a difficult NPC with fancy mechanics, shit gets easy after the 1st or 2nd run. Then you gotta gamble the odds that you may or may not get loot. It gets lame really fast.
Meanwhile, PvP (esp bgs) stay steadily fun so long as classes are balanced (which ofc they are not at the moment, esp shams and boomkins). You get points based on how well you do, and you can use those points for rewards.
With PvP, you can’t really wowhead your shit like what every pve player does, players are far more unpredictable than a scripted boss, so it makes the game more engaging. It’s also much more repeatable content.
If they were to simply focus and expand (for like 1 patch) on BGs and making shit more balanced rather than rehashing a new raid for people to WoWhead the mechanics then clear the boss then cry about there being nothing to do, then the game would be in a much better state.

When the film "Swargandharva sudhir phadke" was declared, I was ecstatic. He is my most favorite musician and singer and I just could not wait to watch his inspiring life story on the big screen.
But, the film, "as a film" is a complete disappointment. The director seemed to have made a documentary and forgot to add "cinematic experience". Left frustrated after watching this movie on my favorite musician. Went to watch with so much anticipation but it was a disaster as a movie. The life story of sudhir phadke is inspirational, extraordinary and very eventful. Perfect to make a film. But with this film, the director seemed to have missed the opportunity. We deserved much much much much much much better film on our beloved sudhir phadke. Had it been a documentary, it may reach just "acceptable" level but as a film, this was probably the worst execution of a biopic that too on a story which has so much potential to turn into a perfect engaging film. Several people are praising the film but only because of ACTUAL inspiring story of sudhir phadke but as a "FILM," this is a complete failure. People should watch sudhir phadke's interview on doordarshan and 2 parts of interview on akashwani instead (available on youtube).

1. The battle of nagar haveli is pathetically trivialized in the film. Felt as if we were watching some school play with fake bomb and pistols.
2. Mediocre dialogues, poor script and direction, sudden changes in the timelines in the first half leave audience confused.
3. Placement of songs is very weird and confusing at some places. The relation between incidences in the life of babuji and his own songs seemed to be drawn by a school-going child and far fetched at some places. When babuji says ata mala bhik magayla lagel and "Nahi kharchili kavdi damdi" plays in the background.. like what??? Sudhir phadke distressed and Seema Deo happily dancing in the background! Wth! Film made like an amateur! Also when he pleads to stay for a night at raikar's place, raikar says chandra tuzya sobtila ahe and then "Toch chandrama nabhat" plays in the background.. Horrible correlation, forced and unrelated dialogue just to make place for the song. It is such a tender, nice romantic song and played at a totally unrelated and irrelevant instance where distressed babuji and his poor bachelor friends are going to sleep in a crammed room. Totally ruined theatrical song experience of my favorite song. It's like somebody giving you mango to eat, but when you bite, you taste onion. Weird!

There are some more such instances where song is inappropriately placed with forced correlation.

1. Child sudhir phadke and his father seemed to have been directed by the director to just constantly smile while showing teeth and blabber mediocre dialogues. Poor acting ruin the experience. Why a good actress like vibhawari deshpande wasted in just one scene and others who have more scenes have been played by non-actors, ruining the experience?
   
2. Adish vaidya acts well but appears confused probably because of disconnected script (writer-director's fault).
   
3. Sunil barve, mrinmayi deshpande, gadima and babuji's friend nana gadgil act well. But because of disconnected script, they could not save the film. Manik verma looks so cute but why was she not given any song in the film??
   
4. Kishore kumar is very poorly executed. Seemed like a mockery of kishore kumar. Not done. Pu la...well less said the better. The person seemed to have come for a fancy dress event, dressed as pu la, in the film.
   

Veer savarkar, hedgewar, raja paranjpe are portrayed well.

1. Not a single time, child or young sudhir phadke is shown to sing or perform. Why? If a couple of such scenes could have been added, the musical journey of sudhir phadke would have been depicted better.

Because of poor execution of poor script and bad acting by some, did not enjoy the "musical" like we enjoyed the film on vasantrao deshpande.
Came home and listened to babuji's songs on youtube on loop to get some respite.