Memory transcription subject: Sare, Yotul Rebuilder Date [standardized human time]: January 31st, 2136
I pulled the hoodie tighter around myself. It had only gotten colder over the past few days; I’d taken multiple chances to thank Gavin for his gift. Every time I passed the human, I saw a grin spread across his face, and I felt something flutter in my stomach. I managed to keep myself composed enough as he joined me in the vegan line once again.
“You actually like this stuff?” I asked. I gestured to the rest of the extraterrestrials in the line. “I don’t think any of us do.”
He shrugged. “It’s different, at least. Two months of ham and cheese sandwiches does something to a man.”
I stared at him for a moment. He looked at me with a soft gaze and a slight smile, and I found myself admiring his eyes and the way his beanie-formed hair draped over them. His expression morphed to confusion, however, and he waved his hand at me.
“Earth to Sare? Are you… looking for something?”
I realized I’d just been standing there staring for a solid twenty seconds and I flushed deep green, pulling my scarf over my face. “I- uh, I’m alright, yeah! I’m just-” I wove my paws around futilely as if I could speak with them. I gestured for Gavin to move ahead of me in the line, and he let out a small laugh as he walked past to pick up his meal. I followed shortly behind him, my face burning.
Today’s meal was some emulation of venlil cuisine. It was… alright, for something made by non-venlil chefs, but I’d had better in Earth’s vegan food. Gavin, however, seemed pretty excited by it.
“As long as I’ve worked here, I haven’t had much alien food.” He took a bite from his meal and continued speaking as he chewed. “Not bad. I think I prefer yotul food, though,” he said, musing as he looked off into the distance.
I piped up excitedly at that. “I could make you something!”
“You can?” he asked, genuine intrigue in his voice. “What could you do?”
Shit.
There really wasn’t a lot of even human food available to cook with, let alone imports from Leirn that I was familiar with, but I felt like I needed to repay Gavin with something, at least.
“Uh-, well, there’s a type of salad back home I might be able to make with stuff here. Um… I don’t think it’d be very good, but-”
“Ah, don’t worry about that. Anything handmade is great if you put your heart into it,” he said, his tone reassuring and a smile on his face. I absentmindedly fiddled with the drawstrings of my hoodie as he took a few more bites from his lunch; a few moments passed before he looked at me and flushed a bit, then quickly finished his meal. I stared off into the distance, nothing in particular on my mind as I ate, but I saw Gavin hurry off to the administrator’s office. I downed my food and followed him with a brisk walk.
“What’s the rush?”
He looked me over for a moment before letting out a breath I couldn’t tell he was holding. “There’s still a lot of work to do today, y’know? It’s going to be cold tonight, and besides, it’s New Year’s Eve. I gotta get my work done quick so I have tonight free.”
We both paused for a moment. “What do humans do for the new year?” I asked.
“Normally, the tradition is to set off a bunch of fireworks- oh, those are like little explosive things-”
“There’s some great firework shows on Leirn,” I explained. “We’ve got ‘em too.” I could show you some hung on the tip of my tongue, something I deeply wanted to say but held myself back on.
“Oh, sweet! Anyway, yeah, that’s the usual thing, plus some typical family gathering and partying, but, uh… I don’t think anybody here could handle fireworks right now,” he continued, his expression trailing into something morose I couldn’t quite read. “But really, first and foremost, it’s about spending time with people you care about.”
“Guess we got that in common, then,” I added. “Where I’m from, it’s summer during the new year, so during the day, we spend time at beaches, usually, sometimes going on trips to somewhere cooler the day before. I’m not religious myself, but followers of Ralchi have a sort of traditional bonfire past sundown for the new year that most people recreate.”
“That’d be nice.”
“Yeah…” I mused. “Haven’t done anything like it in a while, and it’d be nice to spend a night around people I care about again…”
Gavin just looked at me.
“Hm?”
“Nothing,” he said, quickly perking up. “C’mon. We’ve got stuff to do today.”
I nodded, and he led us off down the road to the suburbia we’d been cleaning up the past few weeks. Some other workers from the camp had tagged along; from chats between them, the peacekeepers in charge had directed anyone wanting a lighter day for the new year down this road.
I jogged a bit forward to catch up to Gavin ahead, only slowing my pace as I stepped to his side. He glanced at me for only a moment before offering a hand to hold, which I took. I felt my tail beat against the asphalt below us a few times before I got my heart under control.
“What’re we doing today?” I asked after a comfortable silence.
“Cleanup, mostly. UN wants this place cleared of debris for rebuilding.”
“That sounds… impossible, honestly. There’s just so much wreckage,” I said, a sense of exhaustion already creeping into my voice before we even got to work. I sighed. “I’m not sure I can do this.”
He shrugged. “Even if it’s impossible, why not? Maybe we won’t clean out everything, but we’re still cleaning out something, and that’s better than nothing.”
“I just… I don’t know. How’s it better than nothing if we can barely make a dent in all the garbage?”
“Well, look at it this way. A hundred thousand people used to live here-” he waved his hand in a wide arc over the townscape around us- “-and maybe we’ll never see more than ten grand again. But so what? Even if we only get five thousand people back in these houses, that’s still infinitely better than zero. You know?”
“...Yeah. Yeah, I guess I know.”
Gavin smiled. It was a warm grin, an expression I never wanted to see end, and a smile spread across my own face. “You feeling better?”
“Definitely.”
He put his arm around my shoulder in a quick hug that I reciprocated. “Let’s get going, then.”
Some of the group hung back to direct the debris-moving vehicles down into the deeper wreckage, but most of us, Gavin and myself included, focused on the smaller things; as inconsequential as it was, the light labor and simple repetition of shoveling up garbage felt rather therapeutic.
It didn’t take too long before a sort of pessimism started again. By the time a few hours had passed, my arms ached, my legs felt sore, and while seeing what we’d cleaned was encouraging, it felt dwarfed in the face of the mountains of concrete dust and shattered debris that still coated the town. I sighed, taking a seat on some of the more solid debris, feeling my tail sweep up loose dust. Gavin glanced back at me before setting down his own tools and taking a seat as well.
“This sucks,” he said after a few seconds of odd, semi-comfortable-semi-awkward silence.
“Yeah.”
The human nodded as if we’d just made some as yet unknown revelation, then let out a short laugh. I did, too, my laugh lasting perhaps a bit too long before I felt something crumple and a few tears slipped out of my eyes.
“Still gotta do it, though, y’know?”
I glanced back at him. Afternoon light glinted off the tears forming in his own eyes as he looked at me with a small smile of his own; despite the wetness accumulating on his cheeks, he took the chance to wipe my eyes with warm, gentle hands. I pressed at the tears on his own face and he flinched back, muttering watch the fur under his breath. I snickered a bit at his reaction.
“Still gotta do it,” I said. He nodded in response.
“But you don’t gotta do everything.”
“Yeah. Something’s enough,” he said, his voice trailing off as he looked over the areas we’d cleaned from a tiny portion of the city sprawl. The sound of machinery and the occasional working song echoed off the concrete and asphalt as we watched our comrades work in silence.
Even under the cold of the late day, the something had kept me warm, and before long, we’d reconvened at the headquarters for dinner. Unlike the morning, however, Gavin went for the human food line, and I opted to follow him.
“...Can you even eat this stuff?” he asked, pointing at the (at this point, comedically predictable) ham-and-cheese sandwiches that the cooks were handing out. One of them mirrored his sentiment, cocking their head and looking at me with a raised eyebrow.
“I… think? We weren’t cured, so it won’t kill me. Probably.”
He shrugged. Two sandwiches came, and he rifled through the bag at his side for an anti-allergy injector. “Don’t be stupid,” he said, tucking it into his pocket for quick access.
“This whole idea is pretty stupid,” I commented.
“Be… only a little bit stupid.”
We laughed as we sat down. I set my sandwich down and watched Gavin pick up his and take a bite, staring at him in fascination before realizing that this probably wasn’t something to be particularly fascinated by. Still, it was a pretty novel experience, nonetheless; I didn’t eat meat, and for the majority of my time on Earth, any meal time was separated between those who did and those who didn’t.
I took a tentative bite of the sandwich, which, thinking about it in a vacuum, is a rather strange way to think about one’s dinner, but I was certainly nervous in the moment.
“It’s… interesting,” I said, both meat and dairy decidedly unfamiliar tastes to me. The most familiar part was the saltiness, but this felt less like the mild flavor of roasted root vegetables and more like shoving seawater into my mouth. The texture was perhaps the most familiar part, albeit still strange; it reminded me most of Rinsan fiberfruit, but its taste made it surprisingly hard to swallow.
“‘Interesting’ as in… ‘good’?” Gavin asked. “‘Interesting’ as in ‘you’re not experiencing anaphylactic shock right now’?”
“I wouldn’t say good, but I don’t think I’d say bad or trying to kill me either,” I commented after forcing down another bite.
“You don’t have to finish that, you know.”
“I’m committed," I retorted. It wasn’t inedible, at least, and the newness of the experience alone made it worth it.
After washing the flavor down with a copious amount of water, Gavin and I decided to get some rest a bit early; the winter sun had already crept low to the horizon and the work of the day set in. We could squeeze in a few hours of rest before seeing whatever festivities had been set up for the new year. My quarters weren’t too far from the canteen; if nothing else, the UN at least had the resources for all of us to get individual rooms, albeit small ones. I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Some indistinct time passed before a small snore woke me up. This wasn’t uncommon, given the thin walls of the pre-fab shacks we slept in, but I craned my head up to a lump on the floor, rather than a particularly loud sleeper elsewhere waking me. It took me a second to resolve it in the dark, but their large stature and ruffled hair meant they were a human, and the guess came naturally: Gavin.
He’d brought his own blankets and made himself a nest on my floor. My half-asleep head thought it wouldn’t be too bad; I bundled up the pillows and blankets from my own bed and tossed them on the floor in a disorganized heap, even worse than Gavin’s pile, and dropped onto it. He shuffled, grunted a bit, and turned over on his side, putting a reassuring arm over my shoulders. We both fell back asleep in that comfort almost instantly.
What finally woke us was the sound outside. A general din of activity grew loud enough to make it into my room, and Gavin rose before me, shaking my shoulder to wake me up in turn.
“Think it’s almost time,” he said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He stretched, standing on his feet and reaching the ceiling before offering his hand to pick me up. I took it and he led me by that hand forward, out to the people gathered.
The gathering wasn’t too big, but it was a hearty one, nonetheless. It was a mixture of humans, venlil, yotul, and the occasional other species assisting in the city, gathered in circles around campfires dotting the street and camp we lived in. I pointed one of the fires out; it was ringed by predominantly yotul, and I recognized the new year flame structure familiar to Leirn. One of the yotul there noticed us and waved us over to take seats with them.
Gavin sat near the fire, and I laid over him, my head resting in his lap as the small campfire burned in front of us. A quick glance around showed that we weren’t the only ones inching this close to the fire; my mind flashed back to memories of Leirn, of watching ceremonial bonfires burn and singing songs of home and history, even after the Federation arrived, and I felt myself start to tear up.
I don’t know if Gavin saw, or felt, or even knew at all, but I felt a strong hand rub the side of my head, scratch a bit behind my ears. I flinched a bit on instinct.
Gavin stammered a bit. “Uh- you- um, that alright?”
“...Yeah.”
He resumed, and I felt my eyes gradually flutter closed to the sound of the fire crackling and a breeze blowing, his other arm wrapping around me. The night should’ve been freezing, but I felt the warmth of something stronger than cold wind and a dark night.
There was a brief bit of pressure on the top of my head. I picked myself up and planted a kiss in return on his cheek, laying back in his lap, his arm tightening closer around me. Three short words were all that remained.
“I love you.”

So first I was playing this game that I forgot what the plot was
And then I was playing war thunder taking out convoys and then I showed up in this one guy’s house and I was like “chill out I just wanna take out the convoys”
And later I was in like a convertible in the passenger seat and I really needed to use the bathroom so I asked my mom if we can stop by [popular Texan fast food restaurant] so we did and I went to the bathroom but I couldn’t find any open stalls so I kept looking and then there was this warehouse right in the back of the bathroom and then there was this guy selling plants and stuff in the bathroom who handed me a bag of round white rocks and some mulch and my mom got mad at me for grabbing that.
And then there was this green girl that was like, made ofchewing gum, that was soloed out from all the other gum flavors and they hated her and so I decided to help her. Then like the purple color showed up in an f-14 and taunted me in my p-51 and then a phoenix hit me so I made a machine that can lock up all the other colors in some vault so thats what I did and then something went wrong and they got released but everyone saw it as an alliance so now everyone could be all the colors like a rainbow and then the purple girl was like “all the colors together will have no taste” and the green girl was like “I like to use the word accomplished” and so all the other colors decided to team against the green girl while the green girl was like growing in size preparing to attack everyone and then I woke up
And idk when but the tv show shameless appeared in my dream and it was like a boy and a girl oiling theirselves up and then terry crews appears and is like I know you all did something and thats basically it

Stuff I'd really like us to have in common:
-music (mostly metal, rock, real r&b; winery dogs, pantera, stevie ray Vaughan, van halen).
-writing (d&d and rpgmaker).
-guns. I will pause a movie and and try to make out what kind of gun that was.
-cinema and movie trivia.
-WH40k (painting and also gaming). This is a big one.
-Left 4 Dead 2
-Soul Calibur 2 (unbeatable as Taki, untouchable as Mitsurugi).
-Berserk/elden ring
-Destiny 2, I hate destiny 2 and it's my favorite game.
-INTJ (very small potatoes; I understand that MBTI is not comprehensive or academic and would hope you do too lol)
Be a dork. Have a sense of humor. I don't mind weebs, I don't mind NEETs, I don't even mind femcels as long as they are self aware and not hostile. Age isnt ago huge deal to me and anywhere from like 19 to 35 is fine. I don't mind "deplorable language" as long as you're not actually a racist or homophobe or something. No tweakers, no cheaters, no political cultists. Basically be Kara Eklund lol. I just want someone that will actually take interest in and get excited about the same things as me and that I can make happy without weird drama. Psychos that seek out arguments are kinda been there done that. Just be sweet and sit on me a lot. I'm a sucker for green eyes and sundresses.
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Good morning, Swappers! Long time, no see. I was looking through my junk drawer and found some old crap that I need to get rid of. Was hoping maybe you guys could help with that…
I can take any form of payment but am not using goods and services payment types at this time. (PayPal F&F, Venmo, CashApp, Zelle, Google Pay, etc.)
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First, I have a Giantmouse Ace Nimbus V2 in green micarta (B). I have carried this one a bit and cut with it. It is in good shape and still sharp as hell. A few marks on the blade. Includes box.
SV: $115
Ace Nimbus Pics and action video
Also, I have a Spyderco Spydie Chef (B). This one is in good condition. I have carried and cut with it, but not a lot. A few marks on the blade and scales. The open action is awesome but the lock is just a tad bit sticky but that is pretty common with these. Includes box.
SV: $250
Chef Pics and action video
Next, I have a *HiTex Bottle Opener *(A). This thing is cool but I guess not really my thing. It is titanium and opens bottles, not much else to say. I have never opened a bottle with it and it has been out of the box like twice. Like new in box. Speaking of the box… it is really cool looking.
SV: $125
HiTex Pics and action video
Also, I have a Casio G-Shock 3230 3232 (A). LNIB, although the box is a little beat up. I wore one of these for a long time and bought a spare because I liked it so much in case I ever lost the other or something. I just don’t wear this type of watch anymore.
SV: $45
Casio Pics
Next, I have a Rogers Slim Utility (B). This one is in good condition but is a dirty little S.L.U.T. I have carried and cut with it, but not a lot. It has kind of been the blade I carry when I wear a suit or dress nice. A few marks on the blade and scales. I love the action. I love the ano. Includes leather pouch and box.
SV: $350
Slutty Pics and action video
Finally, I have a CRK Nyala (B). It is the final edition black Gun Kote, natural canvas micarta, drop point. The knife is LNIB but the sheath has a few signs of wear, so I gave it a B just in case. I have never used the knife or sheath for anything but I guess the sheath picked up a few marks from being moved around. I am the original owner, bought it straight from CRK. Includes everything it came with.
SV: $500
Nyala Pics
The prices include shipping to the CONUS with insurance. I probably won’t have anything dropped off at the post office until Monday, but I promise to package everything like I want things that I buy packaged. Preference will be given to those who post here and send a message (you can direct message or chat, I should be able to receive both). Everything is likely cross posted.
I am not taking trades, but feel free to make an offer if you feel my price is a little high. I haven’t been around for a while and a couple of these are tough to find recent prices on so please forgive me (but also let me know) if my prices suck. Thanks for looking. Stay safe and well!

The day it all happened I was in a bar. It was 11.30am, and it was a Tuesday. I'd left my girlfriend and went for a quick drink, or so I'd told her. I'd been feeling down a lot recently. She was always busy with her friends or work, and never had time for me. I'm not trying to excuse my actions, but I needed something to make myself feel good. I had planned on going home early, but that was before I saw her. She was sitting alone at the end of the bar, sipping her white wine. We started talking and she made me laugh. I can't remember how long we were talking, but it seemed like ages. At the time, I'd forgotten about the rest of the world, I was so caught up in our conversation.
Then it happened.
All of a sudden, the bartender dropped a glass, shattering it across the floor. "Watch it!" he shouted at a customer, who'd accidentally bumped into him. Then, he threw the towel he'd been holding onto the counter, and went over to the customer and punched him in the face. It all happened so quickly, I didn't have time to react. The customer stood up, his nose bleeding. He walked towards the bartender and hit him back, knocking him into the wall. A full on fight ensued, as two other men from the crowd joined in. They were throwing punches, and pushing each other to the ground.
The woman I'd been talking to looked scared, and started backing away from the bar.
"What the hell?" she said, her voice wavering.
I stood up, and held her hand. "Come on, let's get out of here."
I led her out of the bar and back to the street. She had a look of terror on her face. I had to calm her down, she looked like she was going to have a panic attack.
"It's ok, I'm here." I told her. "Are you okay?"
She took a deep breath and nodded.
"What was that all about?" she asked.
I shrugged. "I have no idea. Maybe it's stress or something. There's a lot of that going around right now."
Just then, the sound of sirens rang through the air. People were walking quickly by, looking at their phones, trying to find out what was happening. We followed the crowd and ended up in front of a large electronics store. It was closed.
"Do you have your phone?" she asked me.
I checked my pockets, but it wasn't there. I'd left it at the bar.
"Damn, no. I forgot it."
"Shit." she said, and pulled out her own.
The screen was flashing and beeping, and the words "Emergency Broadcast" were displayed.
"Oh no." she said, her face turning white.
I peered over her shoulder at the screen. It read:
Attention citizens. There has been a breach in the security at the local military base. If you see anyone acting strangely or displaying symptoms of the following, report it to the authorities immediately.
Symptoms:

• Bleeding or bruising from the mouth and nose
  
• Loss of consciousness
  
• Increased heart rate
  
• Increased body temperature
  
• Hallucinations
  
• Involuntary movement
  

"What does that mean?" I asked her.
"I have no idea." she replied, her voice shaking.
Suddenly, a scream came from the end of the street. I turned and saw a man running down the sidewalk. He was covered in blood, and screaming at the top of his lungs. A group of people was following him, chasing after him.
"Stay back!" he yelled. "It's not safe! They're coming!"
He ran around a corner and the crowd disappeared.
"He said they're coming. Who's coming?" asked the woman.
"I have no idea. We need to get to the police or someone to help us. Let's get somewhere secure."
We started walking towards the police station when a large group of people appeared around the corner, running towards us. They were screaming and shouting. They were completely out of their minds. The street was filled with men and women, young and old. Some were in bloody clothes, while others were completely naked.
"Run!" the woman screamed.
I grabbed her arm and we both ran for cover. We rounded the corner and started sprinting down the street, dodging past people and cars. Everything was a blur as we ran for our lives. After what felt like an eternity, we reached the police station. The front door was open and a small group of people were running inside. We followed them inside and found ourselves in a crowded lobby. The officer at the desk was yelling into the phone.
"Yes! There's rioting! Send backup now!"
Another officer came out from behind the desk and shouted over the chaos.
"Everyone needs to calm down! The military is sending a convoy to help us secure the city! Just hold tight!"
But people weren't listening. They continued to yell and scream, fighting against each other to get out of the station. I noticed a few people had bruises and cuts from the crowd.
I felt someone grab my arm. It was the woman I'd been with. She looked at me and shook her head.
"I'm scared." she said, her voice trembling.
Then she fell to the ground, crying. I reached down and held her in my arms.
"It's gonna be alright. I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you."
People were still pushing and shoving their way towards the exit, oblivious to us. I held onto her tightly, not wanting to lose her in the chaos. The sirens outside got louder, until they stopped altogether. I looked through the windows and saw a convoy of military vehicles pull up outside. Soldiers rushed into the station, their guns drawn.
They began shouting orders to the crowd.
"Calm the fuck down! Everyone calm down and leave through the rear entrance! This is not a request, this is an order! Anyone caught rioting or acting violently will be shot on sight! Go through the back, through the alleys, to the designated safe area! No more resistance, this is not a threat, this is a fact, now move, move, move!"
The crowd slowly filed out of the station, and we joined them.
My ears were ringing from the sirens and gunshots, but I did my best to keep moving. There were so many people, and we were forced to keep close together as the crowd funneled down a narrow alleyway. The city was in chaos. Smoke rose from buildings and car alarms blared. Gunshots and screams were everywhere.
We followed the throng of people down the alley until they reached a roadblock.
"This is as far as we can go." a soldier said. "Follow the crowd down this way and find a shelter. Don't wander around on your own, stay in groups if you can. Stay safe."
I looked at the woman and nodded. "C'mon, let's keep moving."
The crowd parted and we pushed through to the front. We soon found ourselves on a road full of burnt out cars and debris. The roadblock was full of soldiers, who directed us towards a football stadium.
The smell of smoke hung in the air as we walked through the streets. I wondered what could've started it all, and why it had ended so quickly.
When we reached the stadium it was full of people, all looking for their loved ones. I scanned the faces, hoping to see my girlfriend. I looked back towards the entrance and saw an old man and woman being helped down from a trolley bus. The lady had a bandage around her head, and her husband had blood on his face. The lady was clutching a broken arm. They hobbled their way slowly to a makeshift aid station. A soldier guided them towards the rest of the wounded.
"Grandma! Grandpa!" a small girl cried out and ran to them. She threw her arms around the woman and hugged her tightly.
A feeling of relief rushed over me, I was so happy they were alive. But at the same time, I couldn't help but think about my own girlfriend. Where was she?
People were sitting on the ground, crying. Others, stood, shell-shocked, looking around. A few people were trying to make small talk, despite everything. They were looking for ways to take their minds off the situation, to cope.
A bus was parked in the middle of the park and there were lines of people waiting in front of it.
"Are you hungry? Do you have any food?" a woman asked me, pushing her child in front of me.
"No, sorry, I don't," I replied, surprised at the desperation in her voice. "I don't have anything."
I looked at the queue, wondering if that was where the line was to get some free food. A woman in a white apron behind a stand marked "First Aid" tried to calm the crowd, raising her voice above the din.
"Everyone, please! Settle down, the military will have more help coming shortly! But for now we're out of supplies and the situation will only worsen if you don't control yourselves!"
Just then, another truck pulled up on the edge of the field. It had a green cross painted on the side of it and the word "Medicine" on the doors. My heart swelled with hope as several officers jumped out, carrying duffel bags of equipment, and headed straight to the medical tent.
"It's the supplies, everyone! It's the supplies they promised us!" someone in the back yelled.
The crowd began pushing and shoving each other again, and the woman and her kid that had spoken to me before was lost in the wave of people running forward, trying to get to the medicine. I tried to find them, to help, but I couldn't see them. There were so many people crowding around the truck, scrambling for the parcels of food and water and blankets that had spilled out.
I looked around at the field and at all the frightened and desperate people. Some were hurt and injured. Others were shell-shocked. Children were crying and their parents didn't know how to comfort them.
I knew there had been an outbreak of some sort, that the military had been evacuating the city. What I didn't understand is why the city had come to such a state of disarray in just one day.
A gunshot rang out and people screamed. It was followed by another, then several more. I ducked and covered my head. People around me started running, but I could see them lying on the ground. More gunshots and screams filled the air. Then, there was an eerie silence.
I stood up and slowly turned around, taking in the carnage. Bodies littered the ground, some missing limbs. I stepped carefully over the lifeless bodies of the fallen and made my way towards the exit of the stadium.
As I neared the gate I saw a group of soldiers guarding it. One was checking a man for weapons while another was wrapping a tourniquet around his leg. The other three were standing by a stack of rifles, preparing to re-load. I looked closer at the man with the bandaged leg and recognized him as the soldier that was on the news not long ago, telling us that the rioters had been dealt with and it was now safe to return to our homes. He had also assured us that the city would get back to normal soon.
"Clear!" the other soldier yelled, checking his weapon before handing it back to its owner. The soldier limped out the gate and was gone.
I tried to run, but my feet felt heavy and sluggish. The soldiers were getting closer, their guns drawn. They were shouting at me, their voices faint in my ears.
I turned to try and flee when a shot rang out and pain exploded in the back of my head.

• End -

Yesterday I played on a course that had newly-aerated/sandy greens and shot the best round of my life. A lot of this was attributed to the fact that I never had more than 2 putts all round, as the pace on my first putts left me close nearly every time. It wasn’t until I got home that I doubted my performance. Can sandy greens make the ball slow down specifically near the hole? Or was I just dialed in?

I've searched around for a while, and noticed a few posts about how people brought this up on Discord already, but I thought I'd make a post about it here as well, in hopes the Devs see it here too.
Gem combining!
We already have the framework for it to work, with the crafting system: 3 of the same tier and effect gem, combining to make a higher tier gem of the same effect.
In Example : If I have three (3) Green (Tier 1/+3 stat) Strength gems, and I use the crafting system as to combine these, I'd get one (1) Blue (Tier 2/+6 stat) Strength gem.
This could also involve some type of randomness, as in if one were to use 3 of any stat gems, have it be combined into a random higher tier gem, or even expand it as to have a base "gem dust" crafting ingredient, obtainable only from gems, that when combined with gems increases their tier, much like what we already have with item upgrading.
Just food for thought! What y'all think?

Anyone try After Market and Pre Market screeners?
If you have time to burn, put some money into the rising stocks. Switch the graph to Candlestick and make sure it's still climbing green. Sell when the red Candlesticks appear.
Anyone have any tips for me? Lol
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International Level 21 clan looking for active, laid back yet competitive members for Back to back wars, Clan War League (Crystal 1, 30v30), Clan Capital 10 (Legends!) and Clan Games! We usually max our Clan Games in 2 days or less. We run back to back wars and have an extremely green war log (Best win streak of 34!). Elder and Co-leader will be earned by war performance, donations and loyalty. You will always get max donations from our top members for war.
Currently looking for people to help max our clan capital (1600+ medals) and participate in CWL / wars (optional). Maxed and/or engineered bases are definitely welcome as long as your heroes are sufficiently upgraded! You should have a solid attack strategy in war and do all your attacks - no pressure to 3 star especially if we have a mismatch! We also have discord to help plan attacks.
A few spots left for CWL, spinning in a few hours... TH15 to TH16 will be in ALL wars if you can at least 2 star and help donate.
TIGER KINGDOM #2PJVVV8R0 (Clan currently open, please mention you are from reddit)
https://link.clashofclans.com/en?action=OpenClanProfile&tag=2PJVVV8R0
Required:
✅ B2B Wars
✅ Near Max Heroes for your TH Level
✅ Mature, Active, Relaxed yet Competitive members
✅ Participate in Clan Games / Clan Capital
✅ Active Daily/Donators
Do not tolerate:
❌ Jumpers
❌ Non Attackers
❌ Non Donators
❌ Inactive People
Hope to see you soon. Drop by and Clash on!

I'm looking for a tea that I can buy from Amazon that will take my tea experience to the next level.
So far I've been drinking gunpowder green tea which cost 15 dollars but am looking for higher and better quality.
Thanks

Backstory: my son begged for a pool for the summer since he did well in swim lessons and so I bought an above ground pool. It is 15’x48”. Now, we go to swim yesterday and I will admit my adhd got the better of me last week and I forgot to check the pool levels and it turned green on us. I had some shock from a pool kit we got that I put in it and within 45 minutes the pool was no longer green. I changed and ran the filter for a full 24 hours. Now what would be my next steps? I clearly need more of something but I’m finding all types of confusing information online. Also would liquid chlorine or the tablets be better? We have been putting tablets in it but I feel like it doesn’t do anything to add chlorine to the pool. I feel so naive and lost on pool care and I know I clearly should have done way more research before getting a pool. I just wanted to make my kid happy lmao

I've got a 10/22 I built several years ago that has never run reliably and am looking for some help. It is a Volquartsen aluminum receiver with their competition bolt. I had a primary weapon systems carbon fiber barrel on it, but recently switched to a stainless green mountain. Its got a timney trigger.
Ive tried both the 10 and 20 round mags, but the constant problem I have is rounds dont feed right and get jammed pointint upward. The bullet most of the time gets dented from jamming into the top corner of the chamber.
What should I try to make this thing reliable?

I have a couple of naptime fighters in my class and just yesterday Child A really was putting up a fight untill I said, "well if you don't take nap will your big muscles be able to pull the green wagon today? Will your muscles be too sleepy?"
This child went down without any more monkey business. And I turn my head and child B who overheard everything was asleep too! LOL
Anyone wish to share some funny naptime stories?

My wife and I play a lot of different games and ran out of fun stuff to play together. We’re more into Survival, Story Games, Horror, Open World, FPS, and stuff similar. We enjoy games such as Terraria (with and without mods), Minecraft, Stranded Deep, Dying Light 1 & 2, GTA, Rdr2, The Forest/Sons of the Forest, Green Hell, Call of Duty, It Takes Two, Roblox, Fall Guys, Halo, The Outlast Trials, Watch Dogs 1 & 2, Ready or Not, Far Cry 4 & 5 & 6, Naruto, Gang Beasts, Portal 1 & 2, etc.
We also enjoy indie games such as Lunch Lady, Boo men, Inside the Backrooms, Escape the Backrooms, Stick Fight, Split Gate, One armed robber, etc.
We’ve replayed all of them and more to the point it just feels repetitive lol, Call of Duty has been our go to since it’s one of the only games meant to be repetitive with different modes. Lately we’ve been playing Single Player games but I want to play games together.
I’ve been recommended games like Deep Rock Galactic, Valhiem, and Astroneer but those don’t really seem like our style (Valhiem seems fun but people say its boring and the graphics make it not fun but idk), we also dont enjoy mmorpg games such as League of Legends, Diablo, or anything like that (no hate just not our cup of tea).
I’ve wanted to get the new Dead Island or Elden Ring but don’t wanna throw that much on two games at the moment, although games on the expensive side can be recommended for the future.
Any recommendations???