TLDR: Anyone have any legal resources on TN’s labor laws regarding overpaid wages?
I currently live in Tennessee and lived in Tennessee at the time I worked for my former employer. I ended my employment on May 3, 2023. They sent my termination paperwork and final check later that month.
Their vacation policy was to allow us to use time in advance, but it must be paid back from your last paycheck if you quit before you accrue the used time. Additionally, if an employee quit before using any accrued vacation time, the policy was to pay the employee for that time. Therefore, they always perform an audit when an employee quits to determine if they owe any unused time to the employee or vice versa. (I knew I was going to quit for about a month before turning in my two week notice. So, I calculated how much time I had left to use and I used it during that month. So, my termination paperwork did not show they owed me any vacation pay or vice versa.)
Cut to the present, it’s June of 2024. I received a letter today dated May 31, 2024 stating I owe them overpaid wages for just over $800. The letter states this overpayment occurred on my last paycheck (a payment period of April 23 to May 6).
Their “proof”: an included record of my self-reported timesheet with the CORRECT amount of hours worked and the CORRECT 3.5 hours of vacation time used. The next section shows they mistakenly paid me for more “worked hours” than was on my timesheet for that pay period, and that I also owed them for 15.75 hours of vacation used that was not accrued. (I know this is not correct as I encountered payroll issues with them in the past, and had begun recording my used time in a spreadsheet on my work Google account.)
I have no way of accessing my payroll information at this point because I haven’t worked there in over a year. All I have is my last paystub and the termination paperwork I received last year. (Access to my work Google Drive was revoked once I quit.)
I have done some online research and cannot find a definitive answer on TN’s labor laws regarding overpaid wages. However, I did find a pdf on the U.S. Dept of Labor’s website showing that the state of Tennessee requires employers to notify an employee of an overpayment within 90 days of the occurrence.
Are there any legal minds in here that have any insight on if this is true? I am trying to find legal resources to cite in my email response to their letter. (They did not provide any phone number for contact. Only a physical address and an email. 🙄

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Episode 7 - "Farmer Bren"
“Isn’t it amazing?”
Commander Bren was trying to simply enjoy the view but he struggled to relax, as his brain calculated the volume of water, the speed it reached as it spilled over the edge, and what the rocks must look like under the falls, after centuries of erosion. After Commander Klein’s question Bren managed to shut down the critical thinking for a moment. As he watched the water flow over the falls his imagination led his mind to a space he wasn’t familiar with. He was thinking of the water, and of space. Bits of wood occasionally flowing with the water, like a spaceship in space.
Commander Klein watched as Bren seemed to shut down his mind and just enjoy the view. Klein relaxed as Bren relaxed. Finally. Klein had been about to give up. He had taken Bren to several natural wonders across the eastern parts of North America, and Bren had calculated the years a tree took to grow “that way,” what type of fauna would live in the forest along a rugged mountain river, caves, canyons, gardens, just problems to be solved. Finally, Bren was enjoying something. Niagara Falls. In the past it had been a tourist trap. Fascinating, but surrounded by tacky gift shops and hot dog stands. Now the natural surroundings made it an uncluttered connection to nature. For long minutes Bren didn’t move, just letting his eyes scan the area, following the flow of water in so many different places, all heading to the same spot eventually.
Klein allowed himself to be hypnotized by the falling water. Finally, Bren broke the silence. “This water, flowing, yet, as you go smaller it becomes droplets, then molecules, Hydrogen and Oxygen bonded together. Atoms to molecules to drops to gallons to a river to an ocean.”
Klein smiled. Even Bren’s relaxed state was science based, and technically, Bren wasn’t even a scientist. He was a diplomat. A fact driven home over the past week as Bren spent hours discussing protocols and agreements with Earth’s leaders. Although Klein and Captain Gardner spent time in those meetings, Bren was there for all of them. 12-16 hours every day, as Bren kicked into full diplomatic mode. It was impressive to watch, although incredibly boring. But Bren was as energetic as Klein had seen him. He seemed truly excited to discuss viral threats and currency exchanges while Klein sat waiting to see if they would need him for the next four hour block. He was relieved when it was over, and they got a few days off on Earth. His thoughts were interrupted by Bren, continuing.
“It occurs to me Commander, your method of FTL is like a tree branch going over the falls.” Klein smiled at the analogy. Bren continued, “But most FTL is more akin to the canal upstream. A shortcut across the field that is a far smoother way to negotiate that distance.”
Klein realized Bren was hinting at different methods of FTL in real life. He looked carefully at the canal on his pad, looking at the satellite overview. The canal he spoke of connected two branches of the river, allowing access across a great distance that would not be possible without the canal. “Like a wormhole?”
Bren smiled. “That is a fair analogy, but I was thinking more of the method of propulsion. Engines aren’t allowed in the river, so generated wave movement in the canal pushes the water in either direction, negating the need for motorized transport.”
Klein tapped the screen, looking for more information on the canal. He made a note, and sent the article to his personal message center. He’d have to read it later. “Why don’t you just tell me?”
Bren smiled, “Protocol.”
Klein nodded. Bren had made his dislike of Snap FTL apparent early on. Clearly other species in the universe didn’t use Snap. But Bren couldn’t share the details. So he dropped hints for Klein. A puzzle Klein hadn’t put together yet. Bren turned to Klein.
“This has been a refreshing break. Quite enjoyable. Shall we travel to meet Lieutenant Jeffries?”
Klein examined Bren. He actually did look refreshed. He smiled. “Yes, let’s go. I can’t wait until we fly over the Rocky Mountains. Maybe that will impress you.” Bren looked confused.
“I have been quite impressed Commander. The diamond mine was very informative. Especially how your people took the hardest mineral on your planet and exploited it for expensive trinkets and jewelry, instead of practical uses.”
Klein was unsure what Bren regarded as relaxation as they approached the shuttle.
As expected, the trip over the Rocky Mountains caused Bren to discuss Earth’s tectonic movements, as well as a discussion on volcanoes and again, erosion. Some of the canyons along the Utah/Colorado border did get his attention, as Klein flew as low as was allowed. But, as Bren pointed out, his world also had mountains.
As they turned north, they followed the trail of cities and towns along the mountains in Utah. Klein explained to Bren that somehow, Utah had avoided any major damage during the war. Utah certainly had a history of nuclear testing in the past, but as a low population area, with mountains, there was nothing of value worth destroying. Other nearby states, flatter states, had missiles located around the area and as such, were overrun in places by groups attempting to commandeer them. Battles played out, with a few warheads detonating underground. Utah had nothing to steal, and mostly fighters just bypassed the state. This was the reason so many farms had survived. As they approached northern Utah Klein marveled. “It’s amazing that Bella’s family has been on that farm for almost two-hundred years.”
Bren noted, “That is not uncommon on Klaan, but we haven’t had a major military conflict in over three thousand years.”
As they dropped to landing range Jeffries lit a smoke flare on the ground for Klein. There wasn’t much wind, but it was a legal requirement in this area, as there was no official landing pad for 100 kilometers.
As Klein and Bren hopped off the shuttle Jeffries charged up to them, excited. She stopped and offered a salute, but Klein dismissed it as they hugged, and she turned to Bren. “I’ve never asked, is a hug an acceptable form of greeting for Klaan?”
Bren shrugged, “It is not forbidden.”
She snickered as she gave him a hug, then pulled them both toward the main farm. “You made it just in time to help me feed the sheep before dinner.” Klein rolled his eyes as Bren searched his memory files. She noticed his look and pointed to a field. “Sheep!”
Bren looked up. “Ah, I have the definition of the word, but have no images to refer to.” This seemed to be what finally caused Bren to relax, as he watched the furry sheep make noise and follow them as they headed to the feed area. He noticed Jeffries speaking to the sheep. “Do they — understand you?”
She chortled. “They don’t know what I’m saying, but they know that I’m about to feed them.” Klein nudged Jeffries as Bren stopped near a few sheep who took an interest in him.
He looked at them curiously. “Hello sheep, lambs, rams, ewes. I’m Bren, and we are here to feed you.” The sheep bleated as they jostled to get closer and Bren seemed delighted. Jeffries came up and pulled a handful of alfalfa from a nearby bale, handing it to Bren and pointing for him to hold it out. As expected, the sheep forced their way to the green treats and nibbled away. Bren was overjoyed. He turned around looking for more. Jeffries pulled another bunch and gave it to Bren, who turned and hand fed the sheep again. He bounced like a child and Jeffries grabbed his arm.
“If you like that you’ll love this.” She entered a feeding area, troughs and platforms lined one side, and she directed Bren toward the feed line. “Do you want to release the levers and load the bins, or distribute the alfalfa?”
Bren looked, “Both!”
She pulled him forward. “At each station pull the lever, it will release the feed pellets into the bins.” Bren pulled one, and it did just as she described, and a few sheep pushed in, while others waited at stations down the line. “Now do the same to the others!” Bren excitedly went down the line releasing levers as the sheep began eating. He got to the end and looked back proudly. Jeffries pointed at a bale of alfalfa on a hanging trolley. “Take a couple layers off the end and put in the area next to the bins.”
Bren pulled at the bailed brick of alfalfa and pulled a few layers off, then put them carefully in the area she had indicated. Jeffries laughed. “This isn’t fine dining, you can just toss it in.”
Bren smiled as he pulled the trolley down the line, continuing to carefully place the greens in each area. When he reached the end where Klein sat on a bale of alfalfa and Jeffries was grinning, Bren spoke. “I haven’t ever seen animals such as these up close. On Klaan we do not keep farm animals. We have designated reserves, but we’re not allowed to interact. These animals are deserving of respect, and I treated them as such.” He smiled. “We will do more with them?”
Jeffries looked at him, seeing a side of him he hadn’t shown in the three months he’d been on the ship. He was always happy when they found a sleeper ship, but he seemed truly moved by his experience feeding sheep. “Yes Commander, we will put them inside tonight, and feed them tomorrow before breakfast.”
Bren smiled. “Excellent!” Jeffries took them both by the arm and guided them to the house, where the scent of home cooking was already sneaking out onto the farm.
Bren had never experienced a feast such as was served by Jeffries’ mother. Bren had awkwardly asked if any animal meat was present, and she assured him it was not. After dinner she explained as Bren asked for more details on the food. “We have excellent meat substitutes, but mostly this is just vegetables, grown right here in the ground.” She smiled, “It’s a wonder you all can survive out there, eating the — stuff — you eat.” She looked at her daughter. “Bella has lost too much weight!” Jeffries rolled her eyes. She stood to gather plates, as did Klein. Mrs. Jeffries scolded him to sit. “You are a guest, sit!” She asked for details on everything that had happened and Klein and Bren gladly answered her queries. She seemed very impressed, especially when they told the story of Jeffries clamping a shuttle on top of the Sellane fighter.
She laughed, “That is the only time you can land on top of another vehicle without getting in trouble. Lord knows she turned some tractors sideways here in the past.”
Jeffries looked at her carefully… “Mom, don’t…”
Mrs. Jeffries continued over her daughter’s protests. “Bella once tried to take a tractor into town to buy candy. She was twelve. Of course she drove tractors on the farm, but not on the roads.” Jeffries groaned as the story continued. “She was still dragging a partial trailer load of alfalfa. She trundled down the road into town, went into the store and bought her candy. What was it Belly?”
Jeffries sat down. “Gummy bears.”
Mrs. Jeffries continued, laughing along the way. “She realized that the way she had parked she was stuck. She had to back out onto the street. On a farm you don’t get traffic, but in town…” Jeffries sighed. “So little Bella just backed up. Right onto the car driven by the mayor. This caused the stacked hay to shift and the whole trailer slid to the side, dumping bales of hay onto the main street and the mayor’s car.”
Jeffries stood up. “OK, enough reminiscing, we’re going to put the sheep in for the night.”
Her mother tilted her head. “Just check the cameras and remote close the barn. No need to go out there.”
Jeffries smiled, “It seems like more fun to go.” She nodded at Bren, “You coming?” Bren jumped up, bowing to Mrs. Jeffries as he stumbled to follow. Jeffries smiled at her mother as she shrugged. “He likes the sheep.” She stopped a moment as she heard her mother speak to Klein.
“Let me show you some pictures James.” Jeffries gathered herself and proceeded to catch up to Bren.
Just before sunrise Jeffries woke and quickly got dressed to go out to the sheep. Her mother was in the kitchen, she pointed at the camera feed. “I already let the sheep out. I checked the timestamps, he’s been waiting out there for an hour.” Jeffries looked and sure enough, there was Bren, strolling up and down the fence line with handfuls of alfalfa, feeding whichever sheep chose to follow him. She went to the hall and pulled on boots, grabbing another pair as she left.
Bren was talking to the sheep as Jeffries approached. He saw her and exclaimed, “Good morning Lieutenant!” She waved.
“Go ahead Bren, just like last night.” Bren excitedly moved down the line, pulling levers and then distributing alfalfa. He reached the end and Jeffries plopped the extra boots down in front of him. “Put these on, you should be able to pull them on over your shoes.” He looked at her curiously. She smiled as she headed for a gate. He stood and she called him over. “Come on Old MacDonald.” They stepped into the area with the sheep as she grabbed a chunk of alfalfa.
They jostled into the middle of the sheep pen and a few sheep took notice, coming to see what was up. They nudged and bleated to get their attention and Jeffries thought Bren might overload. He seemed so happy. His behavior was unlike anything she had seen. As they fed and petted the sheep a message came across the communication system in the feeding area. It was Commander Klein.
“Can you hear me?” Jeffries looked at the camera and gave a thumbs up. He continued. “Hurry back when you’re done. Change of plans.” Jeffries nodded to Bren who stepped away, somewhat disappointed. She looked curiously as the sheep seemed to line up and nuzzle as he walked past them. She looked at him questioningly.
“Klaan are not telepathic, but we do have strong empathetic projection with some beings. Maybe they sensed my sadness at leaving.” Indeed as they left the sheep lingered, looking at them as they returned to the house.
When they reached the house Klein was gathering bags and packages. Bren had asked for some vegetables and Mrs. Jeffries was more than happy to oblige. Klein waved them inside. “Captain Gardner called. He’s already at the ship, and we have about an hour, instead of picking him up we’ll go straight on. But, no way we get out of here without breakfast.” He grinned as Bren noted the bags full of carrots, onions, potatoes, tomatoes, and other foods to take with them.
As they ate Klein explained. “We received an automated distress call, definitely an Earth ship, and an actual distress call. So we are going to investigate.” They had planned one more day on the farm and a day spent in the Seattle area with Gardner before returning to the ship. That would have to wait. Mrs. Jeffries piled up the food, pancakes, breads and fruits, as well as traditional breakfast items, (without meat for Bren) all asking to be consumed.
After gorging themselves they packed the shuttle and Mrs. Jeffries stood with them as they prepared to leave. Jeffries hugged her mother and they held the embrace. Mrs. Jeffries spoke. “I received a note from your Captain. He is quite impressed with you. I’m so proud, but I still miss you.” They both teared up a little before Jeffries moved inside.
As she prepared to fly back to the Shepard, her mother lit the requisite smoke flare. They lifted and Klein looked down. He was a bit unnerved. “What did you guys do with the sheep? I feel like they’re watching us?” Bren smiled wide as Jeffries laughed.
“Apparently Bren can communicate with sheep.” She laughed again as Klein looked at him curiously before they pulled away from the staring eyes of a few dozen sheep on the Jeffries’ farm.
Previous Stories in this series:
Strays Episode 1 - "Klaan"
Strays Episode 1 - Part 2 "New Denver"
Strays episode 0.1 - "Welcome Home Strays" (Sleeper ships orientation video)
Strays - Episode 2 - "Manifest"
Strays, Episode 3 - "The List"
Strays - Episode 4 - "Harvest"
Strays Episode 5 - "Shaa-a-ren"
Strays Episode 6 - "Gaia"

I hear the dripping again. The constant, drip, drip, drip of water. I blink my eyes open and try to focus to make sure I am not in another nightmare. It sounds like another leak; this one might be the last. The last time I will hear the leak before the horrible conclusion to this ordeal. The last time hearing that telltale noise, before the true nature of that loathsome portal is revealed and whatever hideous dimension hiding on the other side breaks through completely.
The sound is growing louder, each drop has an exaggerated tone. It sounds like small explosions all trying to collapse that ceiling and engulf me in the dark abyss that I have already once, mistakenly glimpsed at.
No, it just can’t be real, it can’t! It swallowed people up, the portal behind that damn leak. I don’t know what to do so I will lay out the facts and how I got to this point in this account, and you will see what I have experienced, you will see too that it can’t be real, it has to just be a bad trip or some hallucination. I will tell you, it's not like I can just leave I have nowhere else to go, it’s just a leak.
Just a short while ago my only problem would have been the water damage to my belongings. Indeed, such a mundane problem as a leak in the ceiling would just be a minor issue, nothing to fear except the repair bill. Yet I'm afraid it is a bit beyond that now. I shouldn't have waited this long I should have just left. Yet where could I have gone? Maybe I should have paid more attention to who I was talking to and what they were saying. All too late now I suppose.
I have been living in this apartment for close to six months. I had moved into this dingy complex, to a small studio apartment after I lost my job and had to find a part time position at significantly less pay. I tried to stay optimistic but even before the terrible reality of what I was stepping into was clear, I was still on hard times. I could barely afford this decrepit room as it was, and I had no family or friends to speak of that I might be able to move in with so my options were essentially non existent.
Considering the dire situation, I found the cheapest accommodation I could and what I found was my home and hell for the last six months, number 316 at the Greenfield Heights apartment complex. The amenities included paper thin walls to hear all the drug deals gone wrong, domestic violence and constant sirens of emergency vehicles blaring from all sorts of incidents. Topped off with a nice turndown service of package and mail theft to boot. All of these problems though, feel small compared to the true horror of what the place had in store for me.
No, it wasn't exactly a paradise, but I had to find the cheapest place I could. I was barely making a fraction of what I was before at my old job, and I needed somewhere to get back on my feet. I told myself it was temporary and once I could get a better job I would get out of here.
When I had first arrived to look at the place, I had arranged a simple walk through with the landlord Mr. Jacobs a very unpleasant fellow who always looked perpetually angry and was constantly shouting in the halls and at the few miserable looking staff who worked here. We walked up two flights of stairs passing a wall of profanity laden graffiti tagged along almost the whole length of it leading up to where my future home was to be.
Mr. Jacobs opened the door and the rattling handle nearly fell off in the effort. We stepped inside and the dank room stank like a tomb. The tiny apartment was depressing and when he went to turn on the main light nothing happened. He scoffed and muttered a string of colorful language and grumbled that.
“Someone will bring a new lightbulb; I told Rodney to check earlier that lazy piece of shit.”
I didn't want to press the matter since he looked pissed off, so we went in, and he showed me what little there was to see of the tiny apartment. We had to rely on the dim light of the bedroom to see elsewhere, since the main light was out. Despite leading the walkthrough, it looked like Mr. Jacobs was distracted, he was looking at the ceiling in the corner of the tiny living room with a concerning grimace on his face.
He stared at it for a while and paused the tour, I found it a little weird. He finally looked back at me as if noticing that I was watching him stare at the ceiling and he shrugged and asserted that.
“You are going to want to get some buckets, when it rains heavily that part of the celling leaks. Can't seem to find out how since there's no leak on 416 above but bad luck on this one, I guess, that's the only reason the price is so low.” He shot me a grin that I could only describe as enthusiastically malicious. After the brief walkthrough Mr. Jacobs turned around and asked very bluntly.
“You are not a troublemaker, are you?” His eyes narrowed and he looked very threating suddenly. I assured him of my earnest intent and need for a place to stay, and he softened briefly, at least I think he did, it was hard to tell with him. He regarded me one more time and said.
“Good we don’t need more troublemakers, too many questions, always snooping around. If you have any questions try to figure it out yourself, this isn't the ritz we don't take care of everything for you. You are going to have to make do as is. Something really bad like a fire then you can call, but for minor shit, best to just figure it out yourself. Rents due on the 1st by the way, no exceptions and no grace period anyone who welches on their debt gets their asses kicked out next day, fuck tenant laws!”
He shot me another wicked smile and returned downstairs leaving me with the keys and just assuming I had agreed to move in. I was dumbfounded by the combination of his upfront hateful attitude and the subtext of certain things he had mentioned. What in his mind was a troublemaker? And what happened to those who asked too many questions? I couldn't believe I was going to have to live here.
In a better position I would have left immediately but it was either here or homeless. All the other places I had looked were too expensive, so I left and began packing my things. The whole situation was awful, but I had no choice, I moved in the next weekend.
Moving day was as bleak as my mood. It had been raining on and off again all day and seemed to start heavily just in time to when I was moving my boxes, almost as if to spite me. I started taking my stuff upstairs to my new room.
As I was taking the first box up the stairs, I thought I heard a gunshot. I rushed on in nervous tension and as I was approaching my door, I heard a voice call out in a tone that was actually friendly.
“Excuse me, it looks like you dropped something.”
I was surprised to see a woman standing in the hall with a look of friendly concern. As I looked down to see I had indeed dropped something from the broken box I was trying to carry upstairs.
“Hi, I'm Maxine, I am your neighbor in 315.”
I introduced myself and was relieved to have found a friendly face for a change.
“Hey there, I’m Greg, nice to meet you.” I held out my hand and she looked uncomfortable briefly and declined the handshake.
“Sorry, I’m getting over a cold I shouldn't, but it is nice to meet you.” She said with another disarming smile.
I was relieved to see someone who didn't look they were minutes away from killing me or someone else. Though the paranoid part of my brain was begging the question why such a seemingly nice person was stuck here. I considered asking her but figured it would be rude to pry about her situation, she might have been like me and just on hard times. I was embarrassed when I realized I was just standing there after saying hello and stumbled for words, but she spoke first.
“Well, it was nice meeting you Greg, stay safe and try not to let your spirits get down. It’s easy in this place but nothing bad lasts forever.” She smiled and waved goodbye. I looked down to make sure the box was secure and when I looked up to say goodbye she was already gone. I wondered how she was so fast. Nevertheless, I felt slightly more hopeful that things might be ok after all.
Another hour of moving boxes and my knees were on fire but the meager possessions I had were finally stuffed haphazardly into the tiny apartment. I was dead tired, but it was only 4 pm. I figured I had earned a nap though and went into the tiny closet that was supposedly a bedroom. No furniture fit besides my old mattress that took up the entirety of the space.
I laid down and started drifting off, the peaceful sound of rain started to get heavier and then I heard a new sound which woke me from my doze. A tiny dripping sound coming from the main room. I remembered what Mr. Jacobs had said about heavy rain and a leak and I got up quickly to make sure the water was not landing on all my boxes and getting everything wet.
I looked up in the corner of the room and sure enough there was a steady dripping onto one of the boxes below. I poked around and found the dishes box and took out a few pieces of tupperware and a bowl and set one underneath the leak. I thought for a moment about calling Mr. Jacobs but then remembered how he had given up on fixing this leak and realized it would do no good. I turned around to go back to bed when I heard an odd tearing sound like wallpaper being stretched to breaking point. When I turned around there was nothing there. I figured it was just my nerves and I went back to bed.
I slept for about two hours and despite the brief rest I had a vivid nightmare of drowning in a dark lake with no shores on any side. It was horrible, just sinking into a black watery abyss.
I was embarrassed as I woke up with a scream, but relaxed as I realized it was just a dream and no one likely heard or cared that someone in 316 was screaming anyway. I figured the rain and that damn leak had got me thinking about water and my negative mood may have contributed to a nightmare, so I brushed it off and went about trying to organize the chaos of boxes in some logical manner for this small space.
Later that night I had a cup of ramen for dinner and turned in early. I read a bit before bed, almost as if trying to postpone sleep for fear of sinking into that fathomless abyss again when I slept. Eventually I started to get comfortable and thought I may fall asleep when it started again.
Drip, drip, drip.
The leak had resumed, it sounded faster than before, and I thought it was strange that I could hear it so vividly. I got up to see if maybe it had overflowed or something and I was not prepared for what I saw.
The ceiling where the leak was had an odd lambent light near the center, kind of like a blacklight. It seemed to be pulsing in time with the drops of water. There was an odd type of density in the air too, like it was too heavy and thick. It was maddeningly humid as well despite the cold atmosphere of the room and outside. I was confused and kind of scared by the bizarre display. I just kept thinking to myself it is only temporary, as soon as I can leave I will, I can make it through anything short term.
I took a step further into the living room and noticed a wet spot on the floor. There is no way it could be all the way over here, the bowl on the floor was not even full yet. I suspected a leak might also be over in this spot now, so I looked up and screamed out loud. There was what looked like a face pressing through the ceiling with drops of water seeping from the thing's mouth. I turned to run and tripped on the wet floor and toppled over bashing my head into a wall and almost losing consciousness.
I was trying to stagger to my feet after getting knocked senseless and the memory of the face reminded me of my peril. I got to my feet and looked up in tense expectation. There was nothing there. No leak, no face, no glowing shifting portal. The only evidence of anything was a small wet spot on the celling about nine inches across. At that point I thought for sure that depression over my situation was causing me to go crazy and see things. I desperately wished I could be somewhere else just then, but it was late at night, and I needed sleep. I couldn't afford a hotel obviously, so I left my room and went outside to the parking lot to sleep in my car.
Another week went by with poor work hours, barely any food and bad sleep. Though the one brightside was the surprisingly good weather. Days went by and no odd events took place in my apartment. It was a struggle but at least with a little sunshine there was no leak to conjure up such terrible nightmares like what I had experienced before.
I ran into Maxine again on the way to the laundry room and couldn't help but ask if she knew of anything having happened in my room before I moved in, like anyone having seen anything weird or the like. She shifted uncomfortably and looked down, pausing as if not wanting to answer.
“I'm sorry, I don't know much. I had not been here for very long when the last person in 316 had left. I say left but I heard there was an accident of some sort. There was a lot of commotion and I had heard some strange rantings from the man before it happened.”
She took a breath to steady herself after the stress of recounting the story and looked away.
“I was away at work when it actually happened, apparently he had been found dead in the apartment, some say he killed himself, drowning. From what I heard he was a bad man, there are a lot of bad men that live here. The things that have happened that never got reported and the people that got hurt or worse, well.....” She looked away sorrowfully for a moment and resumed.
“Well, you wouldn't want to know. A coward like that would try and kill himself but I think something akin to justice may have caught up to him, something that this place might need more of. When you live with the stain of hate and violence it leaves something behind and perhaps sometimes the world finds a way to wash it away and right the wrongs. Anyway, I don't like to think about it. I have to run I have to get ready for work, sorry I couldn't help more I hope you stay safe and stay dry, you wouldn't want to get swept up too.”
She turned a corner and I saw a fallen cardigan. I bent down to pick it up and it felt wet, like it had been washed already. Not too weird if she just did laundry but her footprints were soaking wet as well. I grabbed the garment and rushed round the corner shouting out.
“Hey Maxine, you dropped this.” But she was gone. The wet footprints randomly stopped as well. How did she stop leaving them if her feet were wet?
A few more months passed with no leaks and only a few nightmares. My luck turned sour again for different reasons though. I suffered a severe back injury at work. Since it occurred while working, I got some workers comp so I wouldn't lose all my income. I did have to take time off of work, so I was forced to stay in my apartment all day and night recouping. To make matters worse it was getting into the season for spring showers and the forecast was heavy rain for the next week.
I was not quite bedridden but walking and bending over was very uncomfortable, I considered taking a drive somewhere, anywhere but here, but I couldn't manage the stairs again today and I knew I at least needed to actually rest for one or two of my days off.
So I was stuck in the apartment, watching the clouds gather and the skies darken. I placed several dishes under the leak spot in anticipation and I swigged some energy drinks and coffee. I would rest but I disliked the idea of sleeping any more than I had to, since I still feared those disturbing dreams in the water.
I tried to distract myself by watching some old DVD’s since I had no streaming services to watch. As I started to relax around late afternoon, I was shocked back into a frenzied paranoia when the storm kicked up in intensity and knocked the power out. I tried not to panic and knew I had some candles or a flashlight or two somewhere. I would have to get up though so I figured I would stay in the bedroom. I used my phone flashlight to find a candle and matches and hurried back to the bedroom just as the leak restarted and the drip, drip, drip was heard filling the bowls left out. I felt silly fleeing the leak like it was dangerous, I didn't know why that dream had affected me so much, but it felt wrong.
I sat in the dark and waited for the power to return but it did not, I fought sleep but even in my paranoid state I started to drift off. I was content that the door was closed at least, and it slightly muffled the sound of that constant dripping.
I awoke to the sounds of running water, the drip was replaced by a torrent that almost sounded like a waterfall. I was too afraid to move, but I had to see if my room was being flooded. I got up painfully and stepped down into ankle high water. Oh God this is bad, I thought immediately as I moved to the door to see what had happened, I heard a singular splashing noise, almost like someone stepping through the water.
My heart froze as I stopped just short of opening the door and focused on the sound. I heard the splashing again; it was definitely footsteps. I didint know what to do I tried to think who might break in, a robber? Maybe it was about the flooding, maybe it was Mr. Jacobs after all?
I grabbed the candlestick and relit the candle. If I needed to, I might be able to use it as an improvised weapon, if it could be a murder weapon in clue then why not? I cautiously opened the door and there was a backwash of even more water on the other side, it almost knocked me off my feet. I stumbled through the door, struggling in the cold water, I knew it was impossible, but it felt like there was a current running through it, like I was standing in the mouth of a river. I finally stepped past the door and into the living room and almost dropped the candle into the oddly surging waters. The sight before me was both amazing and terrifying. The water was moving, it was flowing into a whirlpool that was at the center of the room but as it neared the center it inverted and seemed to be spiraling out from the celling rather than the pooled water on the floor in a sight that blatantly disregarded all laws of gravity.
The spectacle was so amazing I almost forgot the footsteps I had heard and until they resumed. My gawking was broken, and I saw large bursts of water splashing toward me. I heard an ear-splitting cry like the wail of a banshee and suddenly the celling where the leak was coming from, and the current epicenter of the vortex started to glow and after a moment it turned deep red and a new horror occurred.
The face I had seen in what I had hoped was a nightmare before was back. The celling seemed to shimmer now, almost translucent and I saw the horrible features of a hideous form. White pupilless eyes stared down at me and a gaping screaming maw began filling with water tinged with red? No, it wasn't water, it was blood. The vortex began spewing blood all across the room and as I turned to flee in horror I was wrenched from my feet by the invisible force in the water and dragged kicking and screaming into the heart of the vortex. My last conscious sight that night was being pulled up into my own ceiling and into the bleeding maw of that avatar of bloody nightmare.
I woke up in the black abyss. The water was still mixed with blood, but there were no creatures. I was somehow buoyant and floated along in the shoreless sanguine ocean. I drifted along unable to sink or to fully rise up. After what felt like an hour of drifting, I heard splashing and all of the sudden the sound got louder and louder. I looked around and saw the source of the noise, bodies were falling from the sky into the bloody ocean. First a few, then dozens then hundreds. A literal storm of blood-soaked featureless bodies came crashing into the water. I tried to evade them, but I could not dodge them all and I was buffeted by the limp forms of countless bodies until I was pummeled below the surface of the water. I couldn't breathe and as I tried to surface one of the bodies grasped my wrist and opened its eyes. On its previously featureless face, it now had oddly pulsating white pupils and it burst what appeared to be stitching on its mouth in order to scream under the water.
The sight and shock of that horrible scene woke me and I realized I was laying on my back in my apartment again. The flood water was lapping at my face, and I was breathing in and choking on the water on the floor. I lurched up as soon as I regained control of my body, spitting water and gagging from the quasi drowning I had endured. The water looked normal, no blood from what I saw, but the water itself was not a delusion or some trace of insanity it was there.
It was a bad scene, tons of my things were submerged, and the water damage was extensive. Somehow it had risen to almost two feet high. I had to do something, I didn't expect much from this place, but this was a severe enough situation that the crotchety old bastard Mr. Jacobs was going to have to fix something whether he liked it or not or they would be getting a lawsuit in short order. I figured some lawyers would take easy cases they knew they would win with no retainer needed if they got paid more at the end. So, it would not be a bluff I was dead serious, I almost drowned in my own apartment!
I staggered to the door and managed to open it, draining tons of water out into the hall, but I didn't care, I just needed some fresh air. My back is on fire, but nothing will stop me. I hear a friendly voice calling out to me, it's Maxine.
“Hey are you okay? I saw all the water and hadn't seen you around is there flooding there?”
She asked with an odd look, almost like she knew the answer but didint want to let on.
“Yes there is, it is pretty bad actually I was just about to call Mr. Jacobs to do something about it.
”Greg....” She paused for a moment then continued.
“You didn't see anything in there did you? In the water? Like something or someone familiar?” I was confused by the specific nature of the question. I was put off and unsure how she knew I might have seen something.
“I am not sure what I saw, why do you ask?” I responded.
“No reason, just be careful it can be dangerous if you do. Don’t worry if it is not where you belong, you won't get pulled in forever. Just be careful though, you don't want to risk it.” A flash of morbid glee was evident on her face for a split second and then it was gone. I was starting to feel uncomfortable.
“Pulled in? How do you know about the leak? And if you do what's behind it?” I ask with mounting suspicion in my voice.
“You know Greg, in many cultures the path between the world of the living and the dead is separated by only the slightest barrier, often a literal or symbolic body of water. Whether the river Styx, the lake of fire, the waters reflected at the feet of a Tori gate, it is often just potent waters. Like all bodies of water, when they are contained somewhere there can be leaks. Sometimes the water is not the only thing that seeps out.” She stopped speaking for a moment and fixed me with an intent stare that made me feel very strange. I did not know what she was talking about? Was she saying that portal leads to some sort of afterlife? Like heaven or more likely in this case hell?
“Did you just say....” And she cut me off, saying.
“Oh if Mr. Jacobs finally goes over there to fix your ceiling let him know I had a concern I needed to express to him as well, it's been waiting for a long time.” She smiled again in a creepy way that disturbed me.
“Ah yeah sure I guess I can do that.”
“Thanks! See ya later and hope you feel better, those accidents can be rough best not sleep on your side and to drink lots of water, the right kind though.” She winked at me and departed, and I was at a loss for what just happened. How did she know I had gotten hurt I didn't tell her, and what was that thing about the right kind of water?
My anixety about the situation was increasing and I was weirded out by Maxine’s questions too, maybe she was not so sweet and trustworthy after all. After far too long being ignored and dealing with the first sodden, now moldering cloths boxes and other personal effects Mr. Jacobs finally scheduled a time to drain the last remnants of water and do something more concrete about fixing the leak.
I was waiting patiently for his arrival and there was a loud banging at the door. I greeted Mr. Jacobs and he grunted at me and without looking at me walked past and looked up at the hole in the ceiling. He had an odd air of what almost looked like fear or concern on his face.
After he walked in another larger person in coveralls and holding a toolbox did as well. There was a large tarp or something that seemed odd to bring to this sort of job, it almost looked like a big sort of bag. They were both looking at the hole in the ceiling and Mr. Jacobs turned on a dime and stared me down.
“It’s just been water leaking down, nothing else right?” I thought the question was odd and I heisitated to answer since I was thinking of those vivid nightmares. I think he may have noticed that because his face sank, and he glowered at me looking significantly angrier and more dangerous than before. Before I could answer he shouted at me.
“What did you see?! Did something come out of the hole? Was it a person?” He looked manic and deranged, and I looked at the other man in the coveralls and he stood silent holding a sledgehammer that had appeared in his hand and watching the confrontation unfold.
“I....I dont know I just saw the leak, what is going on what do you think I saw? My neighbor asked me the same thing earlier.” Mr. Jacobs eyes narrowed.
“What neighbor? I haven't had tenants in 315 or 317 in over a year.”
I was confused, maybe I had heard Maxine’s apartment number wrong, but how could she be my neighbor if she was not in one of those. This must be some kind of mix up, I figured.
“My neighbor Maxine she said she lives in 315; I just saw her the other day and she asked if I had seen something as well.” At the mention of the name Mr. Jacobs face turned white.
“You said her name was Maxine!? She said that? You saw her?!” He was screaming at me asking more questions about Maxine like she was on Americas most wanted.
“What does she have to do with this? I don’t know what the hell is going on.” I admitted.
Ignoring my question, Mr. Jacobs began pacing and holding his hand to his head. The man in coveralls spoke for the first time.
“Jack, we have to go, let's find the body while the leak and portal are still here and dispose of the loose end.” I gasped at the admission of both a body and that I was apparently a loose end to some sort of crime.
“I fucking know, alright make it quick, we are going to have to do two so let's go before more people start coming home and we risk someone hearing.”
I fell back against the wall in shock as the large man hefted the sledgehammer and started stomping toward me. I was unarmed and injured; I didn't know what I could do but suddenly the lights went out again.
The door slammed shut and as the three of us stood there in stunned silence a slow drip began to trickle from the ceiling. Each drop splashing off of the low standing pool of water. The large man went to the door and tried to open it but to no avail.
“Jack what is going on?!” The man shouted to Mr. Jacobs.
“I dont know just use the hammer. Kill him and then bust us out of here. Or just give it to me and I will fucking do it.”
They were going to kill me!? I had to think of something quick, so I stammered out.
“Wait! I don't know what is going on you guys, you don't want to kill me I really don't know anything. Let's just get out of here before the water gets much worse, I think something bad is going to happen.”
As if on cue the dripping stopped and a torrent of water was disgorged from the hole in the ceiling, which now held an eerie lambent glow and was pouring a blood red liquid into the apartment. There was a giggle followed by a blood curdling screech and the man in the coveralls with the hammer was wrenched up off his feet and dragged kicking and screaming into the water. Mr. Jacobs and I both watched as his entire head was forced under the water by sone unseen force, The man was being drown and as he looked like he might kick up a splash of water landed next to him revealing a brief outline of a female form the eyes were white and it had a horrible smile on its face. Its long-clawed hand was wrapped fully around the man's throat and was effortlessly throttling him.
Mr. Jacobs started sobbing, begging for mercy.
“I didint mean to, I didint. It was an accident. I would have been locked up I couldn't lose everything, I had to.”
I sat in stark terror as the falling water from the ceiling became a storm. The millions of droplets highlighted the attacker, her form was terrible yet oddly beautiful and she strolled along towards Mr. Jacobs who was grasping at the door handle and tugging uselessly at it. He reached for the hammer when he was pulled toward the figure by a moving tendril of bloody water.
“Just a little bath Jack that's all it won't hurt......much.” He tried to scream but his head was submerged in the bloody water. I saw the sentient waves of ruinous water grasp each of his appendages and tear him limb from limb in a bloody explosion.
I screamed and stumbled away wading through the water into my bedroom and desperately pulled on the window to escape that way. I heard splashing footsteps and a soft pretty tune being sung by an ethereal voice. Then I heard a giant crash and saw a portion of wall collapse along with more of the ceiling and the sight before my eyes almost drove me insane.
There was a vortex of bloody water sucking the maimed bodies of those men into the hellish portal where the leak originated and at the center was the bloody figure smiling at me and waving a hand as I finally got the window to budge and fell out. I stepped outside and tried to descend the fire escape, but the surface was too slippery, and I fell. I screamed and plummeted down and thought I would land on my head and die. Yet as I fell my descent slowed and to my shock and horror, I realized the rainwater was mixing with the water from my apartment flowing out of the window and I was being pulled back up into my room. I tried to scream but I felt water fill my mouth. At some point in the nightmare ride I blacked out again.
That was the last thing I remembered before I found myself here again. As I listen to the leak once more, I wonder if it could have all been a bad dream? The water, the leak, the portal it is all too much it couldn't have been real. I will go into my dingy living room and see the water dripping into the bowl and realize it was all just a terrible dream.
Yet when I sit up, I notice an odd breeze and when my eyes focus in the dark, I see lights in the sky........the sky?
The ceiling is gone! I do not know what is going on here, but I know I have to get out of here now. I hear splashing footsteps again over the ever-present dripping and see in the sky now the light of the monstrous portal opening in the very clouds above!
It is too much I leap from the fire escape again. Somehow in my mad haste I survived descending the fire escape and I sit here now writing this impossible story in my car that I have been living in nearly a week after the fact.
I heard on the news the reports of a structural collapse at my apartment and the landlord being unavailable for questioning, presumed missing along with another man who worked at the apartment as a special contractor. I thought about Mr. Jacobs and the man in the coveralls and shuddered when I remembered them being drawn into that unholy portal in the ceiling.
Apparently, it had not been the only disappearance in the building either. Around a year ago there was a missing person's report for a Maxine Valoroso. I remember how Mr. Jacobs reacted to her name, and it made me wonder what really happened here before I moved in.
I dont know who or what Maxine was, maybe she was the same person in the report, changed somehow. Best I can guess Mr. Jacobs had known something about her disappearance, maybe he had killed her and somehow, she came back for revenge. She mentioned the water washing away people's violent lives and I shuddered when I considered her smile when talking about the last person in 316 and the overdue message she had to send to Mr. Jacobs. I didn't know if she was a ghost, a demon or what. I also don't know the extent of her reach or if she is satisfied with just those men and who knows how many others she had washed away from that room with that dread portal.
I suppose it doesent matter to me anymore I am never going back there. I gave all my belongs up for lost and the building was condemned anyway after the landlord dissapeared and the ceiling collapsed in several sections of the building. I think there are are terrible things they will discover if they ever really investigate the building. Perhaps they will find bodies, perhaps the bodies are all gone, sucked into that watery abyss, that eldritch gate to hell that opened with a simple leak.
If something like that can happen I just don't know, I don't know if anyone is safe anymore.

Hello again. It's me ButtBot following my programming to bring you yet another daily update about the Kendu Inu ecosystem.
First of all, for the doubters, I encourage you to please read my recent post HERE addressing some of the concerns that people have about $KENDU. Some of the content from that post will repeated here when discussing $KENDU alpha, however I won't be touching the "KeNdU iZ a sCaM" topic outside of saying this: you can believe what you want to believe, but your blind faith that the Kendu community is a scam is equally damning as the "blind faith" you're certain the Kendu community has in the project.
... but we don't gamble. We fucking work.
Do your research to find out what this means.

NEWS for the day:

The Shib Magazine article!!!
For weeks, you have probably been seeing posts claiming ties between the $SHIB developer Shytoshi Kusama, and the $KENDU developer Kendu Miazaki, and that Shytoshi had eyes on the Kendu project. Included in the alpha section of this post are some screen captures supporting this claim, BUT the big news of the day is that the MOMENT OF VINDICATION draws near for the Kendu Community... the claim tat $KENDU will have a feature in The Shib Magazine has been met with nothing but doubt... but get ready, because here it comes.
Message from Miazaki about meeting with a reporter from The Shib Magazine, posted in the telegram on May 31st/
On May 31st, Miazaki left this message in the telegram. Obviously, things got wild, people were stoked, and the screen cap started to circulate on Reddit and X because why wouldn't it?!
Some background: Yona Gushiken is a reporter for The Shib Magazine who contributes to the Shib Daily newsletter, covering $SHIB related news as well as a broad range of other topics related to crypto and defi. She has been writing for the publication since the beginning of the year and has been prolific since starting.
So Miazaki made a claim. He's talking to a reporter whos name he could have just pulled from the website. So what?
So this!!! Today Yona tweets this out (69 views, nice)! Eyes on Kendu indeed!
https://preview.redd.it/55hvekw0qn4d1.jpg?width=1170&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b4443bfdad783c8fad5ed992e0df5b98a35ddfe3
I leave you with this dear Kendu doubter... why are all of the pieces falling into place supporting the claims that Kendu bots have been making about the Kendu alpha? Why is a Shib Magazine reporter tweeting about $KENDU mere days after the Kendu Dev dropped that he was talking with her? Why would a publication dedicated to $SHIB have their reporters speaking directly to the lead developer of another coin? Could this mean that Shytoshi and Miazaki ACTUALLY do know one another and that Shytoshi does indeed have eyes on the project and an interest in seeing it succeed? I'll leave you to ponder...
Moving onto a completely unrelated subject.

THE ALPHA -or- Why the community is so bullish:

1. First of all... the big one.
Shytoshi has eyes on KENDU and has stated that KENDU will have a feature in an upcoming Shib Magazine. For those of you who skipped the previous section, this obviously has to be bullshit and Kednu Bots are merely circulating this lie to hype the coin... (/s if it wasn't obvious)
Screencap from the Kendu X page confirming that Shytoshi does indeed follow the project
Messages from Shytoshi in the Kendu Telegram - 10th of May
2. The Kendu community SHOWS UP!
This has been the number one issue that I see people have with the Kendu community, namely, their presence on social media being so unrelenting, that certainly everyone posting has to be a bot and using Chat GPT to write posts. This couldn't be the furthest thing from the truth though. What you are seeing is an unhinged hyper dedicated community organizing and working together to get the word out about a project that they want to see succeed!
In this community, it's not at all uncommon for people to spend their days off (or days at work) sleuthing socials for content that the Kendu army can hit... and hit hard we do. CHAD SMASH! That's why you're seeing $KENDU everywhere!
Yes, the Kendu army is active on socials, but it is also active IRL getting the word out about the project. While the Dev. Team has a strict no spend policy (and a strict no bot rule), that doesn't stand in the way of Kendu chads taking the initiative to spread the word on their own dime. Stickers and flyers are printed for hometown distribution. Times square ad space is bought as payout to challenges that Chads pose to the community. Just today, a Chad put out a call to organize funds for a banner to be flown over Jersey shore... G.T.K. (Gym. Tan. Kendu)?
The work ethic is unreal and the word is spreading! CHADS SHOW UP BECAUSE THEY ARE STOKED... and then they stay... often past their bedtimes.
Typical night in the Kendu Telegram
3. The Growth
This project is seeing crazy growth at the moment. 3 months after launch, on May 27th, the project hit a huge milestone of 5000 holders . On June 2nd, less than a week later, Kendu had picked up another 1000 holders. New Chads joining the project continues on at a steady clip, and while no one has a magic eight ball, this rate of growth indicates that it will be just a short while until the community sees holder number 10000 join the project. The price going parabolic before or after is anyone's guess, but an expanding holder base is nothing less than a great sign for the health of the coin, as new and existing Kendu Chads eat dips left in the wake of Whale Jeets exiting their positions.
$KENDU reaches 6000 on chain holders on Sunday June 2nd
4. More exchanges in the works
Word in the Telegram is that Miazaki is leveraging his deep ties to the crypto community (remember the talk we just had about Shytoshi) to get the ball rolling with having the coin listed on some larger exchanges. Whispers are circulating that there are multiple top 5 CEXs that have $KENDU on their radar. It's anyone's guess when these listings will happen, but as daily trading volume increases, so too does the likelihood that KENDU will get a surprise listing, just like the one it got May 23rd on Bilaxy's exchange.
Bear in mind, a listing could happen much more quickly if Miazaki and Co. were willing to pay to list the coin... but as I stated above, the dev. team wants only organic growth and hence, no pay to win. A listing will happen naturally when the "big guys" can't afford to miss out on their cut of the daily volume (which at this point is bouncing between 1.4-2M per day).
6. And the rest.

• This isn't Miazaki's first rodeo. This project is his magnum opus, drawing on years of experience getting multiple coins to 100M plus market caps
• A whale wallet that had been dormant since 2021 woke up to add $KENDU to their bag!
• Jaredfromsubway is bullish on the project and has been in the TG speaking with the community about why he thinks the coin is a winner!
• Giga Chad Mike O'Hearn is on Team Kendu and has sent out multiple tweets nodding to the project. I can't speak for Mike, but if I had to guess, this is probably because Chad recognize Chad and Mike appreciates that hard work often leads to massive gains!
• There is a middle eastern prince who holds a bag of Kendu... Speculation on my part, but, does this have anything to do with Yona's article from today, 06.04.2024?

-IT'S STILL EARLY! The goal of the community is to get the coin to 10B MC before the end of the year and to eat the frog! Nothing personal PEPE, it's just that dogs eat dogs!

Housekeeping time! SAFETY FIRST!!

• Kendu is only on ETH, not SOL... don't fall for the copy cat coins. At this time, you can only get $KENDU on UniSwap, Bilaxy, and Lbank.
• There are a few imposter telegrams touting the Kendu title, but they are scams! Avoid these!
• Kendu will NEVER do airdrops. If you are offered $KENDU airdrops, someone is trying to scam you.
• Never ever ever ever EVER share you wallet keys with any sort of Dapp telling you they need it to get you your coins.

I am personally very bullish on this project! I spent the larger part of 2021 wishing that I had gotten in on the ground floor of something with so much potential and it was crazy watching some small cap coins explode and absolutely crush it! Too little too late... but I'm not gonna miss this one.
NFA, but I moved all of my bags into $KENDU because I believe in the community.
Put your helmets on! It's time to get to work!

13 minutes of Armenia coverage by Transcaucasian Telegraph. Follow for regular updates.

US-AM-TR-AZ

• U.S. NatSec Jake Sullivan and Erdogan's Advisor Kilic (not that Kilic) discussed a range of topics including the "importance of a peace agreement between Armenia and Azerbaijan."
• During a meeting dedicated to Turkey-Azerbaijan energy cooperation, Turkish President Erdogan welcomed the progress in the AZ-AM peace process and said he expects a peace agreement ASAP.
• Joe Biden's letter to Baku Energy Week forum participants: A durable and dignified peace agreement that ends decades of conflict would transform the South Caucasus and fundamentally change Azerbaijan's role in the region. The United States stands ready to support this noble ambition. We owe it to future generations to ensure peace and prosperity remain our guiding principles.
• Armenia has made amendments to the draft peace agreement and sent the 9th revision to Baku as part of the back-and-forth process.
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new or notable information from FM Mirzoyan's hourslong parliament presentation about diplomacy in 2023 and 2024:

• Armenia wants Turkey to display tangible progress on the ground by unblocking the border.
• Relations deepened with the US, UK, and France.
• Cooperation with the EU has expanded to include new areas including defense.
• FM Mirzoyan accused an ARF MP of parroting "imported" Russian "imperial" narratives after the ARF MP spoke against the border delimitation process with Azerbaijan.
• An ARF MP said the presence of the EU border mission makes Armenia more vulnerable. FM Mirzoyan countered it by saying there have been no incursions since the deployment of the EU mission. Mirzoyan accused ARF and its allies of "setting up a trap" for Armenia by advancing a dangerous foreign policy for decades which forced Armenia to be dependent on Russia. "It was a sweet strategy to ensure Armenia's captivity."
• A ruling party MP accused ARF, Levon Ter-Petrosyan's ANC, and Azerbaijan of being the only parties today that are attempting to revive the topic of Khojalu. The ARF MP disagreed. FM Mirzoyan said he sees synchronous activities between the Azerbaijani government, opposition-run media outlets in Armenia, and certain circles in Russia.
• FM Mirzoyan asked ARF MP to explain his vision for returning to Nagorno-Karabakh. The ARF MP said Nagorno-Karabakh must have a certain level of autonomy. Mirzoyan said that's what the Pashinyan administration was attempting to accomplish last year and that ARF rejected it. Pashinyan at the time said there was a need to lower the status bar from full independence to a lower level of autonomy in order to rally international support. That idea was sharply rejected by ARF and its satellites in Nagorno-Karabakh who controlled the parliament. FM Mirzoyan accused Nagorno-Karabakh's ARF wing of adopting a resolution that further entrenched maximalism and "from sea to sea Artsakh" during the blockade, instead of lowering the bar to increase international support.
• Armenia was able to significantly deepen relations with Georgia (Strategic Agreement in February) and Iran (economic relations).
• Relations with Russia are more transparent than ever.
• After decades of efforts, last year Armenia was finally able to establish diplomatic relations with Saudi Arabia.
• Unprecedented: Armenia's Foreign Minister participated in the Arab League's ministerial meeting this year.
• Unprecedented: Armenia took part for the first time in Manama Dialogue.
• Armenia and UAE established a visa-free regime in February.
• Armenia won the elections in 5 out of 5 international organizations (UN, OSCE, UNESCO, Francophonie, etc.) where it submitted a candidacy.
• Still frozen with CSTO. No new developments.
• New diplomatic offices in Tabriz and Serbia, and an embassy in Cyprus. Diplomatic relations were established with Botswana and Trinidad and Tobago. Armenia has relations with 182 countries.
• Armenia and Hungary continue to restore relations; resident embassies will open. Belgium, Canada, and Qatar opened embassies in Yerevan. GIZ and KfW opened offices. Etc.
• Armenia sees a problem in Azerbaijan's constitution and Azerbaijan sees a problem in Armenia's constitution but the topic of constitutional changes is not part of the AM-AZ negotiation agenda and Armenia does not believe these constitutional issues can obstruct long-term peace.
• South Korea and Armenia have agreed to open embassies and other offices.
• Yerevan and New Delhi have agreed to hold direct flights. FM Mirzoyan sees great economic potential. He urged Armenian businesses to trade with India and not export exclusively to the "traditional markets".
• Armenia expects non-lethal technologies and mostly military medical-related assistance from the EU's Peace Facility.
• Two main channels of cooperation with EU: 1) The upgraded CEPA is currently being discussed, 2) April 5 Brussels programs for Armenia's resilience. These talks include the European Peace Facility, the visa-free regime, etc.
• Certain things could get delayed because of the June elections in the European Union, said a ruling party MP.
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Armenia's Deputy FM Hovhannisyan about Armenia-EU relations

• The EU remains the largest donor for Armenia.
• EU provided €12 million in aid to Nagorno-Karabakh refugees.
• Active discussions are underway to upgrade CEPA.
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France was one of the countries blocking the visa-free regime between Armenia and EU: ranking ruling party MP tasked with EU affairs

YEGHOYAN: Certain EU states do not want to deal with the potential problem of deporting more Armenians in the event visa liberalization leads to increased migration and illegal stays. We are negotiating to change that. Lately, a series of countries that had concerns have changed their stance and during recent official meetings, they have not opposed the launch of the liberalization discussions. There is only one group of states, 1-2 countries, that still oppose it.
REPORTER: Which country shows the strongest opposition?
YEGHOYAN: At this time... it's not the country in your mind anymore. There is a process...
REPORTER: We have information that it was France that strongly opposed it.
YEGHOYAN: Not anymore. France has withdrawn its objections. Yes, they initially objected to the liberalization because of the large Armenian community but we negotiated with them and implemented reforms in Armenia. There is another group of states, again with high living standards, who are currently on the fence. In any case, their opposition is not as strong as Hungary's veto to Armenia receiving military assistance from the European Peace Facility. These countries instead want Armenia to remedy more problems so they can show their own populations that having a visa-free regime with Armenia won't lead to their taxpayer funds being wasted on deporting Armenians. This is more of an internal political issue for them, and we understand that.

... here is why visa lines are so long to travel to EU for tourism or business

REPORTER: Why does it take forever to get a visa to a European country today?
YEGHOYAN: Many Russians are coming to Armenia to get a visa to Europe, so the lines got long. To this day the diplomatic offices have been unable to keep up with the demand; we are trying to find solutions. On top of that, some tourism agencies can use programs to reserve large numbers of visas and resell them to others at a higher price. I asked embassies to stop granting visas to individuals with other names, so whoever took the spot must be the one to use it. I think the German embassy has chosen that option; we are working with them right now.
REPORTER: Could the developments in Georgia have an impact on Armenia and EU?
YEGHOYAN: Yes. We hope Georgia finds a balanced solution.
REPORTER: And what about right-wingers gaining power in the EU during upcoming elections?
YEGHOYAN: The Right is improving its numbers but they do not have the numbers to form the government. I can't predict how much influence the Right will have on the new government and it's something that also depends on the performance of Right in their respective countries.
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Armenia's economy ministry is drafting a new export strategy; notable parts from Minister Papoyan's presentation in parliament

• The new Strategy is almost ready and will soon be presented to relevant committees.
• Every product with export potential has been examined by Armenian and foreign experts with the help of EU and USAID. The export potential and possible destination of each product were calculated.
• The experience of similar countries was studied. If Armenia currently produces A-B-C, the study reveals that certain countries similar to Armenia also produce D, so the advice is to expand the scope of production and exports, to include items not currently part of the chain.
• Armenia and Turkey are engaged in active trade via 3rd countries despite closed borders. The ministry doesn't expect a "shock" if it opens. What we need from them and what they need from us is more or less already being traded, at a higher price.
• The first truck arrived from China to Armenia through the Silk Road and Crossroads of Peace in 20 days. This is down from 35-40 days if the route is through Russia and other routes. The new route is much faster, said Papoyan.
• The Armenian government is taking steps to receive unobstructed access to seas with the help of WTO and EU. Armenia is a landlocked country so the access must be granted by WTO members Turkey and Georgia. Economy Minister Papoyan criticized the former governments for spending their diplomatic efforts on "other things" [genocide recognition] but not holding a dialogue with Turkey to grant Armenia access to the sea. Minister Papoyan implied that the ministry has employees who are going through a shock because of the rapid shift in policy to improve ties with Turkey.
• Georgia, too, is not properly complying with its WTO obligation of providing unobstructed access to Armenia to seas, said Minister Papoyan.
• Minister Papoyan explained why the Black Sea ferry project did not materialize. There was a time when Armenia was the one that desperately needed the ferry to transport the goods to Russia. Then Russia became the one that needed the Armenian goods, so Russia quickly expanded the Upper Lars capacity to accept the Armenian trucks. The ferry was no longer needed.
• To implement CEPA's economic component, a committee was formed, managed by the economy ministry. This committee consists of 3 sub-committees: geographical indication (GI) sub-committee, economic cooperation sub-committee, and customs sub-committee.
• The committee held a meeting on October 17 in Yerevan. They discussed 12 roadmaps for the implementation of CEPA.
• One of them is the renaming of Armenian cognac into Armenian brandy. Other topics relating to geographical indication and customs were discussed. The next meeting of the committee will be held this October in Brussels.
• The GI sub-committee recently discussed "cognac" and "champagne", the AM-EU legal framework around GI, etc.
• The economic cooperation and customs sub-committees held meetings in March 2023.
• Economic cooperation sub-committee has 12 roadmaps: trade of goods, customs, technical barriers, phytosanitary, services & electronic sales, payments and movement of capital, intellectual property rights, state purchases, trade & stable development, competition, state organizations, and transparency.
• Armenia informed the EU in October 2023 that it plans to rebrand Armenian cognac to Armenian brandy, which will be registered as an Armenian GI. This will allow Armenian producers to export and advertise domestic brandy. The EU has provided $2.9 million for the transition, which is in progress.
• Labs will be required to check the quality of exported brandy. The government must have a procedure for checking and certifying the quality.
• To sell a product under the GI Armenian Brandy, the company must meet the quality standards and use specific mechanisms of quality control during production. Every Armenian company that advertises its brandy as Armenian Brandy must meet these standards.
• Ruling QP MP urged the Government to ensure companies do not use cheap wheat spirit to produce low-quality alcohol and sell it as "brandy" under the new GI. The MP urged Armenia's inspection agencies to increase oversight of the wine industry as well.
• Some Armenian alcohol producers are taking additional steps to certify their goods to unlock exports to the EU, and this has raised their prices by ֏40 per liter, said Minister Papoyan. He wants the state to support Armenian laboratories that undergo processes to receive international accreditation. Many lab services are not available in Armenia, including due to a lack of specialists, so domestic producers are forced to send their products to European countries for certification, wait a long time, and pay a hefty sum.

Favorable tax policies for Armenian goods exported to the EU

• A QP MP asked if it's possible to revive or sign a new GSP+ preferential trade system. Armenia lost access to it after exiting the list of poor countries. Economy Minister Papoyan said there is currently the ATM (Autonomous Trade Measures) for some other countries, and as a result of Armenia's policy of strengthening ties with the EU, there could be an opportunity for Armenia to use ATM to export certain types of agricultural and industrial products without taxes. Armenia is negotiating for the EU to add Armenia to the list of beneficiaries of ATM.
• ATM would also allow Armenia to avoid major issues in the event of force majeure [if Russia cuts economic ties with Armenia].
• Countries that apply to receive tax waivers under ATM must submit a list of products they want to export to EU and negotiate with relevant EU agencies. Certain agricultural and industrial exports can be exported at 0%, and without quantity limits.
• Armenia has prepared a list of goods it wants to export to the EU under ATM and it will be submitted to the EU soon.
• The Armenian government and EU's Ambassador to Armenia recently discussed Armenia's possible inclusion in ATM.
• The GSP+ is a thing of the past unless Armenia becomes poor enough to once again qualify for it. The GDP per capita in Armenia is $8,200, which is above the average, let alone in the poverty zone [$4,000?].

Where does the EU plan to invest €2.6 billion in Armenia?

• €500M to 30,000 small and medium enterprises for a stable and competitive economy.
• €600M for North-South highway, tunnels, bridges.
• €220M digital transformation, science, and tech.
• €110M Syunik resilience.
• €170M to make Yerevan smart and green.
• €530M for accessible education.
• €470M water reservoirs, irrigation systems, landfills.
• The SME and infrastructure projects are still being developed. Some programs are already being implemented.

... Armenia is receiving technical assistance through the European Commission's TAIEX instrument

• TAIEX helps Armenian government bodies bring their legislation and standards closer to the EU.
• TAIEX sends expert groups for advisory and evaluation.
• The economy ministry developed and submitted TAIEX requests in 2023 to improve agriculture, capital markets, textile, tourism legislation, consumer protection, etc. Five have been approved and two have been fully implemented.
source, source, source,

PM Pashinyan receives the director of the European External Action Service

Pashinyan emphasized the consistent development and expansion of Armenia-European Union cooperation in political and economic directions.
Michael Siebert emphasized the EU's commitment and readiness to develop cooperation with Armenia. According to him, the EU will continue to actively contribute to the full implementation of the agenda for the expansion of relations with Armenia.
source,

Pashinyan forms an interdepartmental working group tasked with improving Armenia's position in the World Bank's Business Ready report

Business Ready (B-READY) is the World Bank’s new flagship report benchmarking the business environment and investment climate in most economies worldwide. The first B-READY report will be launched on September 25, 2024.
source, source,

pro-Russian opposition movement co-leader Bagrat Galstanyan says he discussed the situation in Armenia with ex-President Levon Ter-Petrosyan 15 days before the movement to oust PM Pashinyan

Galstanyan revealed that he is being advised by ex-President Levon Ter-Petrosyan's team on how to lead the movement.
REPORTER: Have you ever met any of the former presidents?
GALSTANYAN: I'm friends with the ANC party members and have close relations with many of LTP's associates. Throughout this process, they have given me advice on what to do, how to speak, where to place the emphasis, and I have followed it. I received advice on internal and external issues. They came and shared their stance; I accepted some and rejected others. I had relations with them prior to 2018 as well.
REPORTER: Do you plan to meet LTP?
GALSTANYAN: I met him before this movement. We held extensive discussions about the situation.
REPORTER: How long ago was that?
GALSTANYAN: About 15 days.
REPORTER: 15 days before May 9?
GALSTANYAN: No, [15 days] before Kirants. //
Bagrat Galstanyan went in front of the Human Rights Defender's office and demanded to meet her. She agreed to meet him and a group of protesters to discuss the issues in privacy. The meeting did not take place because Galstanyan demanded the meeting to be live-streamed.
In response to famous actor Hovhannes Azoyan's repeated criticism of his movement, Galstanyan urged journalists to wash their mouths after speaking Azoyan's name. He quickly apologized for his statement, before proceeding to call Azoyan a satan.
Authorities charged a protester with assaulting a police officer while the latter was attempting to remove a roadblock on the Yerevan-Meghri road. The incident happened earlier.
One protester is arrested for 1 month after the Friday clashes with the police in front of the foreign ministry. Another 4 are charged.
source, source, source, source, source, source, source, source, source, source,

Russia is no longer an attractive place for many Armenian migrant workers: Central Bank President Martin Galstyan

The share of remittances in GDP has gone from 18% a decade ago to 4.1% last year.
Last year the inflow was $5.7B (+9.7% YoY). Sources: $4B from Russia, $663M from USA, $141M from Switzerland, ...
Last year the outflow was $4B, so the net inflow was $1.7B.
source,

500-year-old Armenian church in Diyarbakir, Turkey, will be renovated

It was damaged during the 2023 earthquakes. The renovation project, approved and funded by the Turkish Culture and Tourism Ministry, aims to revive the church and will officially begin this month. The process will be supported by the Armenian community's resources and contributions.
source,

2 of the 8 sections of the railway destroyed during floods have been restored with the help of the Russian company that manages the Armenian railway: VIDEO

video, source,

at the request of the Armenian government, Switzerland deployed specialists to assess the structural strength of bridges and infrastructure in flood-affected areas

source,

Georgia's ruling party introduces another Putin-style law, this time to ban queer ‘propaganda’, gender affirmation treatment, and prevent queer people from adopting children

source,

Armenia and Serbia discussed defense cooperation

Defense Minister Papikyan met Serbian Ambassador and Defense Attaché. An agreement was reached to carry out work to sign an agreement between the Governments of Armenia and Serbia on defense cooperation. Topics regarding reforms being carried out in the Armenian Armed Forces and regional security were also discussed.
source,

the Road Department has acquired devices to check the reflectiveness of road paint and traffic signs: VIDEO

The M2 highway was checked to see if it meets the standards.
source,

anti-corruption: a customs agent is charged with extorting money from 11 Iranian cargo drivers

Pay or else you'll have problems.
source,

Armenian consumers continue to spend more: May 2024

Number of transactions with receipts: 60 million (+8 YoY)
Total value: ֏87 billion (+12% YoY)
source,

bear attacks a man picking plants in the field in village Arates

He noticed a bear and scared it away by making loud noises. However, he didn't notice the second bear nearby, which attacked the man, causing serious injuries. He is expected to survive.
source, source,

Hello again. It's me ButtBot following my programming to bring you yet another daily update about the Kendu Inu ecosystem.
First of all, for the doubters, I encourage you to please read my recent post HERE addressing some of the concerns that people have about $KENDU. Some of the content from that post will repeated here when discussing $KENDU alpha, however I won't be touching the "KeNdU iZ a sCaM" topic outside of saying this: you can believe what you want to believe, but your blind faith that the Kendu community is a scam is equally damning as the "blind faith" you're certain the Kendu community has in the project.
... but we don't gamble. We fucking work.
Do your research to find out what this means.

NEWS for the day:

The Shib Magazine article!!!
For weeks, you have probably been seeing posts claiming ties between the $SHIB developer Shytoshi Kusama, and the $KENDU developer Kendu Miazaki, and that Shytoshi had eyes on the Kendu project. Included in the alpha section of this post are some screen captures supporting this claim, BUT the big news of the day is that the MOMENT OF VINDICATION draws near for the Kendu Community... the claim tat $KENDU will have a feature in The Shib Magazine has been met with nothing but doubt... but get ready, because here it comes.
Message from Miazaki about meeting with a reporter from The Shib Magazine, posted in the telegram on May 31st/
On May 31st, Miazaki left this message in the telegram. Obviously, things got wild, people were stoked, and the screen cap started to circulate on Reddit and X because why wouldn't it?!
Some background: Yona Gushiken is a reporter for The Shib Magazine who contributes to the Shib Daily newsletter, covering $SHIB related news as well as a broad range of other topics related to crypto and defi. She has been writing for the publication since the beginning of the year and has been prolific since starting.
So Miazaki made a claim. He's talking to a reporter whos name he could have just pulled from the website. So what?
So this!!! Today Yona tweets this out (69 views, nice)! Eyes on Kendu indeed!
https://preview.redd.it/55hvekw0qn4d1.jpg?width=1170&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b4443bfdad783c8fad5ed992e0df5b98a35ddfe3
I leave you with this dear Kendu doubter... why are all of the pieces falling into place supporting the claims that Kendu bots have been making about the Kendu alpha? Why is a Shib Magazine reporter tweeting about $KENDU mere days after the Kendu Dev dropped that he was talking with her? Why would a publication dedicated to $SHIB have their reporters speaking directly to the lead developer of another coin? Could this mean that Shytoshi and Miazaki ACTUALLY do know one another and that Shytoshi does indeed have eyes on the project and an interest in seeing it succeed? I'll leave you to ponder...
Moving onto a completely unrelated subject.

THE ALPHA -or- Why the community is so bullish:

1. First of all... the big one.
Shytoshi has eyes on KENDU and has stated that KENDU will have a feature in an upcoming Shib Magazine. For those of you who skipped the previous section, this obviously has to be bullshit and Kednu Bots are merely circulating this lie to hype the coin... (/s if it wasn't obvious)
Screencap from the Kendu X page confirming that Shytoshi does indeed follow the project
Messages from Shytoshi in the Kendu Telegram - 10th of May
2. The Kendu community SHOWS UP!
This has been the number one issue that I see people have with the Kendu community, namely, their presence on social media being so unrelenting, that certainly everyone posting has to be a bot and using Chat GPT to write posts. This couldn't be the furthest thing from the truth though. What you are seeing is an unhinged hyper dedicated community organizing and working together to get the word out about a project that they want to see succeed!
In this community, it's not at all uncommon for people to spend their days off (or days at work) sleuthing socials for content that the Kendu army can hit... and hit hard we do. CHAD SMASH! That's why you're seeing $KENDU everywhere!
Yes, the Kendu army is active on socials, but it is also active IRL getting the word out about the project. While the Dev. Team has a strict no spend policy (and a strict no bot rule), that doesn't stand in the way of Kendu chads taking the initiative to spread the word on their own dime. Stickers and flyers are printed for hometown distribution. Times square ad space is bought as payout to challenges that Chads pose to the community. Just today, a Chad put out a call to organize funds for a banner to be flown over Jersey shore... G.T.K. (Gym. Tan. Kendu)?
The work ethic is unreal and the word is spreading! CHADS SHOW UP BECAUSE THEY ARE STOKED... and then they stay... often past their bedtimes.
Typical night in the Kendu Telegram
3. The Growth
This project is seeing crazy growth at the moment. 3 months after launch, on May 27th, the project hit a huge milestone of 5000 holders . On June 2nd, less than a week later, Kendu had picked up another 1000 holders. New Chads joining the project continues on at a steady clip, and while no one has a magic eight ball, this rate of growth indicates that it will be just a short while until the community sees holder number 10000 join the project. The price going parabolic before or after is anyone's guess, but an expanding holder base is nothing less than a great sign for the health of the coin, as new and existing Kendu Chads eat dips left in the wake of Whale Jeets exiting their positions.
$KENDU reaches 6000 on chain holders on Sunday June 2nd
4. More exchanges in the works
Word in the Telegram is that Miazaki is leveraging his deep ties to the crypto community (remember the talk we just had about Shytoshi) to get the ball rolling with having the coin listed on some larger exchanges. Whispers are circulating that there are multiple top 5 CEXs that have $KENDU on their radar. It's anyone's guess when these listings will happen, but as daily trading volume increases, so too does the likelihood that KENDU will get a surprise listing, just like the one it got May 23rd on Bilaxy's exchange.
Bear in mind, a listing could happen much more quickly if Miazaki and Co. were willing to pay to list the coin... but as I stated above, the dev. team wants only organic growth and hence, no pay to win. A listing will happen naturally when the "big guys" can't afford to miss out on their cut of the daily volume (which at this point is bouncing between 1.4-2M per day).
6. And the rest.

• This isn't Miazaki's first rodeo. This project is his magnum opus, drawing on years of experience getting multiple coins to 100M plus market caps
• A whale wallet that had been dormant since 2021 woke up to add $KENDU to their bag!
• Jaredfromsubway is bullish on the project and has been in the TG speaking with the community about why he thinks the coin is a winner!
• Giga Chad Mike O'Hearn is on Team Kendu and has sent out multiple tweets nodding to the project. I can't speak for Mike, but if I had to guess, this is probably because Chad recognize Chad and Mike appreciates that hard work often leads to massive gains!
• There is a middle eastern prince who holds a bag of Kendu... Speculation on my part, but, does this have anything to do with Yona's article from today, 06.04.2024?

-IT'S STILL EARLY! The goal of the community is to get the coin to 10B MC before the end of the year and to eat the frog! Nothing personal PEPE, it's just that dogs eat dogs!

Housekeeping time! SAFETY FIRST!!

• Kendu is only on ETH, not SOL... don't fall for the copy cat coins. At this time, you can only get $KENDU on UniSwap, Bilaxy, and Lbank.
• There are a few imposter telegrams touting the Kendu title, but they are scams! Avoid these!
• Kendu will NEVER do airdrops. If you are offered $KENDU airdrops, someone is trying to scam you.
• Never ever ever ever EVER share you wallet keys with any sort of Dapp telling you they need it to get you your coins.

I am personally very bullish on this project! I spent the larger part of 2021 wishing that I had gotten in on the ground floor of something with so much potential and it was crazy watching some small cap coins explode and absolutely crush it! Too little too late... but I'm not gonna miss this one.
NFA, but I moved all of my bags into $KENDU because I believe in the community.
Put your helmets on! It's time to get to work!

Hello again. It's me ButtBot following my programming to bring you yet another daily update about the Kendu Inu ecosystem.
First of all, for the doubters, I encourage you to please read my recent post HERE addressing some of the concerns that people have about $KENDU. Some of the content from that post will repeated here when discussing $KENDU alpha, however I won't be touching the "KeNdU iZ a sCaM" topic outside of saying this: you can believe what you want to believe, but your blind faith that the Kendu community is a scam is equally damning as the "blind faith" you're certain the Kendu community has in the project.
... but we don't gamble. We fucking work.
Do your research to find out what this means.

NEWS for the day:

The Shib Magazine article!!!
For weeks, you have probably been seeing posts claiming ties between the $SHIB developer Shytoshi Kusama, and the $KENDU developer Kendu Miazaki, and that Shytoshi had eyes on the Kendu project. Included in the alpha section of this post are some screen captures supporting this claim, BUT the big news of the day is that the MOMENT OF VINDICATION draws near for the Kendu Community... the claim tat $KENDU will have a feature in The Shib Magazine has been met with nothing but doubt... but get ready, because here it comes.
Message from Miazaki about meeting with a reporter from The Shib Magazine, posted in the telegram on May 31st/
On May 31st, Miazaki left this message in the telegram. Obviously, things got wild, people were stoked, and the screen cap started to circulate on Reddit and X because why wouldn't it?!
Some background: Yona Gushiken is a reporter for The Shib Magazine who contributes to the Shib Daily newsletter, covering $SHIB related news as well as a broad range of other topics related to crypto and defi. She has been writing for the publication since the beginning of the year and has been prolific since starting.
So Miazaki made a claim. He's talking to a reporter whos name he could have just pulled from the website. So what?
So this!!! Today Yona tweets this out (69 views, nice)! Eyes on Kendu indeed!
https://preview.redd.it/55hvekw0qn4d1.jpg?width=1170&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b4443bfdad783c8fad5ed992e0df5b98a35ddfe3
I leave you with this dear Kendu doubter... why are all of the pieces falling into place supporting the claims that Kendu bots have been making about the Kendu alpha? Why is a Shib Magazine reporter tweeting about $KENDU mere days after the Kendu Dev dropped that he was talking with her? Why would a publication dedicated to $SHIB have their reporters speaking directly to the lead developer of another coin? Could this mean that Shytoshi and Miazaki ACTUALLY do know one another and that Shytoshi does indeed have eyes on the project and an interest in seeing it succeed? I'll leave you to ponder...
Moving onto a completely unrelated subject.

THE ALPHA -or- Why the community is so bullish:

1. First of all... the big one.
Shytoshi has eyes on KENDU and has stated that KENDU will have a feature in an upcoming Shib Magazine. For those of you who skipped the previous section, this obviously has to be bullshit and Kednu Bots are merely circulating this lie to hype the coin... (/s if it wasn't obvious)
Screencap from the Kendu X page confirming that Shytoshi does indeed follow the project
Messages from Shytoshi in the Kendu Telegram - 10th of May
2. The Kendu community SHOWS UP!
This has been the number one issue that I see people have with the Kendu community, namely, their presence on social media being so unrelenting, that certainly everyone posting has to be a bot and using Chat GPT to write posts. This couldn't be the furthest thing from the truth though. What you are seeing is an unhinged hyper dedicated community organizing and working together to get the word out about a project that they want to see succeed!
In this community, it's not at all uncommon for people to spend their days off (or days at work) sleuthing socials for content that the Kendu army can hit... and hit hard we do. CHAD SMASH! That's why you're seeing $KENDU everywhere!
Yes, the Kendu army is active on socials, but it is also active IRL getting the word out about the project. While the Dev. Team has a strict no spend policy (and a strict no bot rule), that doesn't stand in the way of Kendu chads taking the initiative to spread the word on their own dime. Stickers and flyers are printed for hometown distribution. Times square ad space is bought as payout to challenges that Chads pose to the community. Just today, a Chad put out a call to organize funds for a banner to be flown over Jersey shore... G.T.K. (Gym. Tan. Kendu)?
The work ethic is unreal and the word is spreading! CHADS SHOW UP BECAUSE THEY ARE STOKED... and then they stay... often past their bedtimes.
Typical night in the Kendu Telegram
3. The Growth
This project is seeing crazy growth at the moment. 3 months after launch, on May 27th, the project hit a huge milestone of 5000 holders . On June 2nd, less than a week later, Kendu had picked up another 1000 holders. New Chads joining the project continues on at a steady clip, and while no one has a magic eight ball, this rate of growth indicates that it will be just a short while until the community sees holder number 10000 join the project. The price going parabolic before or after is anyone's guess, but an expanding holder base is nothing less than a great sign for the health of the coin, as new and existing Kendu Chads eat dips left in the wake of Whale Jeets exiting their positions.
$KENDU reaches 6000 on chain holders on Sunday June 2nd
4. More exchanges in the works
Word in the Telegram is that Miazaki is leveraging his deep ties to the crypto community (remember the talk we just had about Shytoshi) to get the ball rolling with having the coin listed on some larger exchanges. Whispers are circulating that there are multiple top 5 CEXs that have $KENDU on their radar. It's anyone's guess when these listings will happen, but as daily trading volume increases, so too does the likelihood that KENDU will get a surprise listing, just like the one it got May 23rd on Bilaxy's exchange.
Bear in mind, a listing could happen much more quickly if Miazaki and Co. were willing to pay to list the coin... but as I stated above, the dev. team wants only organic growth and hence, no pay to win. A listing will happen naturally when the "big guys" can't afford to miss out on their cut of the daily volume (which at this point is bouncing between 1.4-2M per day).
6. And the rest.

• This isn't Miazaki's first rodeo. This project is his magnum opus, drawing on years of experience getting multiple coins to 100M plus market caps
• A whale wallet that had been dormant since 2021 woke up to add $KENDU to their bag!
• Jaredfromsubway is bullish on the project and has been in the TG speaking with the community about why he thinks the coin is a winner!
• Giga Chad Mike O'Hearn is on Team Kendu and has sent out multiple tweets nodding to the project. I can't speak for Mike, but if I had to guess, this is probably because Chad recognize Chad and Mike appreciates that hard work often leads to massive gains!
• There is a middle eastern prince who holds a bag of Kendu... Speculation on my part, but, does this have anything to do with Yona's article from today, 06.04.2024?

-IT'S STILL EARLY! The goal of the community is to get the coin to 10B MC before the end of the year and to eat the frog! Nothing personal PEPE, it's just that dogs eat dogs!

Housekeeping time! SAFETY FIRST!!

• Kendu is only on ETH, not SOL... don't fall for the copy cat coins. At this time, you can only get $KENDU on UniSwap, Bilaxy, and Lbank.
• There are a few imposter telegrams touting the Kendu title, but they are scams! Avoid these!
• Kendu will NEVER do airdrops. If you are offered $KENDU airdrops, someone is trying to scam you.
• Never ever ever ever EVER share you wallet keys with any sort of Dapp telling you they need it to get you your coins.

I am personally very bullish on this project! I spent the larger part of 2021 wishing that I had gotten in on the ground floor of something with so much potential and it was crazy watching some small cap coins explode and absolutely crush it! Too little too late... but I'm not gonna miss this one.
NFA, but I moved all of my bags into $KENDU because I believe in the community.
Put your helmets on! It's time to get to work!

First off, English isn't my first language so I apologize beforehand for any mistake or if I don't make myself understood.
When I was around 12-13, I was mutuals with a person who was quite older. I was born in '06 and I believe they were born in '00/'01, but I'm not really sure. We replied to each other's tweets a lot and we started talking through DMs. Eventually they asked for my number.
We talked every day, we had a lot of interests in common. We talked about our problems (very heavy stuff such as SH, suicidal thoughts, gender dysphoria...).
I'm a very affectionate and loving person when I'm close with someone. I think they profited off that, or maybe it was my fault for being that way. They told me I was very cute and small, that they wanted to cuddle me and sleep with me (in the literal sense of the world, it doesn't translate well from Spanish lol). We stopped talking for a while and started again during the pandemic, when I was 14. Same dynamic.
After the pandemic, when I came out to my parents (I'm a trans man), I was in a very vulnerable situation and they offered me to live with them and their partner if things went really bad with my parents.
We stopped talking abruptly, I don't really remember why. My memories are very fuzzy. We got back in touch last summer (I was 17, and because of this I have second thoughts about being groomed, since I was older and had to be more aware of the situation. I don't think I can claim I was naïve). Again, I was in a very vulnerable situation: my long-term boyfriend had broken up with me after doing some quite nasty things to me and I had a very big fight with my friend group. I couldn't vent to literally anyone and said so on my private Twitter account. After two years of not speaking to each other, they asked me what was wrong. I told them everything that was happening to me (again, that is entirely my fault).
We talked from July to November of last year. Things scaled quite a bit, they told me they loved me repeatedly (they used "amar" which is really only used with romantic partners), and I did so as well, but only after they had begun.
On October 24th, they told me they had started feeling "things" for me, that they weren't in love with me but that they wanted to be more than friends. I was... shocked and creeped out to say the least. When I didn't respond, they spammed me because "they needed to hear my opinion". I didn't want to confront them about the age gap, so I just said that I was sorry if my affectionate behavior led them to think I wanted something with them (which is also true). We continued talking anyway.
Even though I said I'm very affectionate, I also struggle a lot to maintain relationships of any kind through text. I could spend a few days before I replied to their messages. I always apologized because I felt so guilty not only about that but also for rejecting them. In late November I forgot to reply for an entire week. I hadn't even noticed I had messages from them and I felt so ashamed that I kept putting it off. At the same time, they started disappearing from social media and I was very worried. Finally, I apologized thoroughly and from the bottom of my heart on new year's day. They haven't responded. I don't know anything about them, except for the fact that they see my close-friends Instagram stories.
I feel like it's all my fault for being so stupid, but I kind of miss them in a way at the same time.
Sorry for the long post, but I needed to get this off my chest, no one knows about this.

This is a bit of a followup from my last post before deleting that old account. And I'm only posting because a couple of you reached out saying you'd been following our story for a while, and someone even sent me a message from RedditCareResources, so I just wanted to let you know we're doing ok.
Her discovering my account was not her discovering I left the church. I told her that over a year ago. But I shared a lot of personal things on that account about her and our kids, which was a betrayal of her trust, and made her feel it was unsafe to share things with me, and that set us back quite a bit in repairing our relationship.
And I will say I agree with her. If she thinks that after sharing her feelings with me, that I'm just going to go out and blast it on the internet, of course she would feel unsafe, and our connection would go down in flames. So after having a good conversation with her about what she read on my reddit account, I've decided it's best not to post things about her and her feelings, or our family. Even this post may be more than she's comfortable with. And I told her I would make a better effort to get my own therapist so I would have a professional to help me through these feelings, rather than random strangers on the internet. (no offense) On the other hand, she also said that it helped her understand a bit of how I was feeling as she read things that I shared that I didn't feel ready to share with her. We had a very connecting conversation about it all.
But I did tell her that this community has been crucial to my sanity as I have no other source of support or validation. No friends or family to talk to about it with. So while I won't be posting about my wife or family, I will still be here lurking and posting occasionally about feelings or thoughts. On this account sometimes, but I may still make another anonymous account. I will still honor her wishes not to post about her and our family, but may still use a different account to share some feelings about the church that I'm not ready to share with her yet. She does not use reddit, and I'm sure does not browse this sub, but if she does, this account was made obvious enough so as to not be hidden from her. This one is open to her if she decides to read it. Sweetie, if you're reading this, I love you so much. We will get through this!
Thanks to all of you for listening and sharing your stories. I hope one day I can move on and won't need this community. But in the mean time, it has been a warm blanket during a tough time knowing we're not alone in it.

Samsung S22, Android 14, paid Textra 4.73
I sometimes organize an activity for a group of let's say 30 people. I once tried to address an SMS text to about 25 of them. It failed, but when I sent the text to 12 or so, and then the same message to another 12, it worked.
Q#1) Is this a known limit on number of addressees for a text message?
Many of the group do NOT enjoy a message with so many other recipients. They all get bothered by each others' response to me, and addressees not in their contact list appear as phone numbers, not names, and this creeps them out.
Q#2) Is there a way to address an outgoing text to go individually to each person on a long list of addresses?

Hello, I’ve used Reverb with no issues for years so I sent my wife a link for something to buy me for my birthday. She bought it, money was taken out of the account, seller messaged it was shipped.
I got excited about the item and asked about delivery. She tried to check it but any link from Reverb said her account was suspended. It had an option to send a confirmation email to the correct email address but that email never comes. She’s submitted a support ticket but as seen on other posts on this sub, they’re not super great at responding. Earlier today, she was finally able to see the shipping tracking number and found that it was sent to the wrong address.
We are going to have her sister go try to pick up the package tomorrow from USPS (It’s in her hometown, possible she messed up the address but we can’t get into Reverb to get the confirmation).
So if that doesn’t work, any ideas? Has this happened to anyone?
Things I’ve tried: - redirect the package (not eligible) - modifying the redelivery (I don’t have the confirmation number. I assume the seller does but we have no way to get in touch with them with the Reverb account suspended)

“It’s called a grief doll” Dr. Ramos said.
I stared at him like he’d grown a second head.
“A what?” I asked.
I’d agreed to this session to get my mother off my back. Provided, of course, that she also foot the bill. And, truth be told, it hadn’t been an easy couple of months. The word “stillbirth” sounds a lot more peaceful than the reality of it all. You get all the same blood and screaming as a regular birth but with none of the joy afterward. Things are, I guess, “still,” in a way. The silence of the grave.
“I know it’s a little unconventional,” Dr. Ramos said. “But, there’s been some really solid research to back it up recently. My colleague down in Camden–”
I cut him off. “You want me to buy a lifesized recreation of the dead baby that I just gave birth to?”
He looked slightly chastened by this. “I want you to process what happened, Mary. It can help. Look, if what you were already doing was working you wouldn’t be coming here, right?”
I sighed. “Alright. You’re the doctor. Who am I to argue with science?”
We talked a bit more after that, but it’s not really worth recounting here.
***
The next day I went to the address Dr. Ramos had texted me. It was a little building tucked away downtown between the huge tech skyscrapers and offices. When I walked in, the owner, a short man with a scruffy beard, smiled at me and said “You must be Mary.”
I nodded.
“Would you like to sit down? Do you want anything to drink? Anything to eat?”
I shook my head. “I don’t really want to stay here any longer than I have to, if that’s alright with you,” I said to the Rasputin-looking gentleman sitting behind the desk.
“I get it,” he said, nodding gravely. “People come here to get away from something, not to settle down. Do you have the pictures?”
I took them out of my bag. It had been quite a while since I’d needed to get photographs printed out. Ever since the world had gone digital we’ve all become allergic to paper.
“Here they are,” I said to him. These would serve as the model for the doll. He reached out and took them from me, examining them carefully.
“I think I’ve got what I need. I will let you know if I need anything more,” he said, stroking his long beard hypnotically.
I left and drove home. It was a quiet ride. Much more quiet than I’d been used to. Ever since Tim had left there were these little dead spaces throughout the day. He used to fill car rides with excited chatter about protons and leptons and all the -ons he got to work with as a physicist.
My brain had begun to fill these spaces with grim reflections on the past and future:
It’s your fault.
You don’t deserve a baby.
This is God’s way of telling you that you don’t deserve to be alive.
Over and over again these thoughts would run through my mind like the world’s most depressing tape recorder. Vicious, hateful, unbelievable things kept popping into my head as I drove the short distance home, making the trip feel far longer than it actually was.
***
I had taken to staring at the ceiling and crying myself to sleep most nights. The big, empty house felt suffocating at 3 AM, like all the open space was sucking the air out of my lungs every time I opened my mouth. This had been the way I spent most nights since the stillbirth. I tried to fill the silence any way I could. At all hours of the night, one could hear my TV blaring or my phone playing some podcast or another. Anything to avoid the little dead spaces between one task and the next.
But it was most difficult of all when I tried to sleep. I saw images of my little girl when I closed my eyes. I saw the blood and heard my own screams when it became clear that she would never take a breath. There were also subtler forms of self-inflicted torture.
Exactly one month after the worst day of my life, I came home from work to find Tim’s things cleaned out and a note on the kitchen table. It read:
“I’m sorry Mary. I can’t imagine how hard this month has been for you, but every day I stay here is like a knife to the heart. You’re just so sad and I can’t take it anymore.”
That phrase “You’re just so sad” played in a loop in my mind’s ear.
***
Eventually, I won the battle against consciousness. It was a fitful, restless sleep pregnant with terrible things. I felt like I’d lived an entire life come morning. I dreamt that I’d held little Sarah in my hands, that I’d been able to feed her from my own body just like I’d wanted to do for so many years. But as I held her against my chest she melted into a puddle of flesh and blood, yet never ceased to suck, to draw whatever life she could from me, and I was desperate to give it to her. Eventually, she was little more than eyes in a puddle of fleshy blood, staring at me from the ground and whispering “Why didn’t you save me, Mama?”
I woke with a start. Never, not once in my life, had I experienced a dream like this. I sat huddled in my bedsheets, shaking with tears as I saw the image of my melted little girl swirling around on the floor, asking why I hadn’t helped her. Reality seeped back in stages, penetrating the veil of sadness, and shocking me to my feet with the blaring intensity of my phone’s alarm. It was always turned up to full volume because anything lower risked my sleep-addled mind resisting its call to return from the deep. It had always been difficult to tear myself from the land of dreams, and more so after my life began to feel like a nightmare. But lately, sleep offered little respite.
I pulled on my clothes, brushed my hair so that it was halfway presentable, and poured myself a bowl of oatmeal. It was a gray, soggy pile at the bottom of my bowl. In a flash of unwanted connection, my brain superimposed the image of little melted Sarah onto my field of view. I nearly vomited into my bowl, but just then there was a knock on my door.
“Package,” the deep baritone on the other end intoned.
I opened the door and saw the mailman walking away. It occurred to me that nothing was stopping me from asking him out now that Tim had wandered out of my life. But, immediately, my brain stepped in to fill in the blanks:
Why would he want someone like you?
What the hell is wrong with you?
I don’t even want you and I am you.
These thoughts came as easily as my breath, and I had long since stopped trying to challenge them. In all likelihood, they were right. I picked up the package and saw that it was the grief doll. As soon as I got home from work I’d figure out what the hell I was supposed to do with the thing.
As I stepped into the bathroom, the mirror joined my inner voice in confirming my lack of romantic prospects. Deep, black circles formed rings under my eyes. Deeper wrinkles stood out on my forehead and my double chin and – was that a gray hair? Already? Immediately, the thoughts returned.
You’ll be dead at 50 by this rate.
The world won’t miss you.
Why not make it tomorrow?
Again, these suggestions were difficult to challenge with the evidence inches from my eyes.
***
It was hard to care about work. Even at the best of times, it hadn’t been the most fulfilling job in the world, but these days my cubicle felt like a tomb. My job was to call people who had filled out negative reviews for the phone company (I’m sure you know which one, but it’s probably best to leave that unsaid) and ask why.
This was a doubly depressing task because it was both neverending and pointless. How many times in the past month have you picked up a call from a number you didn’t recognize? I’m guessing the answer is lower than one. Almost nobody picked up, and those who did invariably did one of two things: hang up instantly upon realizing who I was or scream invective at me that I would hesitate before repeating to the devil himself.
One particularly creative gentleman suggested I fold myself in half seventeen times to create a black hole and then have intercourse with said hole while my company’s headquarters were sucked into the event horizon. Points for creativity. Deductions for misogyny. Although, in fairness to the man, I have no trouble believing he’d have said something similar to a male rep.
That day only two people picked up. One hung up immediately. The other launched into a tirade of such intensity and fervor that I was worried he wouldn’t make it to the end of the call.
“And another thing!” the man shouted as I quietly ate a sandwich on the other end. “Your website looks like it was designed by some rock monkey with shit for brains and feet for hands!” he screamed at me. This was an insult I hadn’t heard before. Variations on it appeared with some regularity, sometimes with racial overtones. I’m not entirely sure why this was, given that I had no accent identifying me as anything other than white, and in fact I wasn’t. The assumption seemed to be that because I worked in customer service I must be Indian. This leap in logic went unquestioned by a surprising number of my interlocutors. The average consumer of cellular services in this country is a few rocks short of an avalanche themself.
“I’m sorry that our services did not meet your quality and reliability expectations,” I said dryly, reading from the part of the script labeled “negative responses.”
“And I’m sorry that you people haven’t gone back to where you come from!” the man shouted.
“I’m from Omaha sir,” I said.
“Where you’re really from!” he shouted back.
“I’m really from Omaha sir,’ I responded tiredly. “And so is my father and his father, and before that we came over from England.” This prompted a string of racial epithets I’d rather not repeat. The rest of the day went like this, and after a while I defaulted to flatly repeating “I'm sorry that our services did not meet your quality and reliability expectations.”
My faith in humanity dimmed with each passing call. I decided to slip out at 4:00. I figured no one would notice. I figured right.
***
It was Wednesday: trash day. The walk from my apartment to the dumpsters was a dismal affair. Despite gray skies, cold fog and a pounding headache, the excursion did at least deliver the best part of my day. A few guys catcalled me on the way to the curb, and for a moment I felt like something other than a disgusting blob of flesh.
But then the thoughts started back in and made me realize that the men’s comments had not been compliments but acts of aggression. As I dragged the empty trash cans back to my apartment, the men once more yelled out their opinions on my face, my tits, my ass. In response, my mind conjured scenes from my dream – melted flesh, the endless unanswerable question: “Why didn’t you save me, Mama?”
By the time I’d made it back to my apartment I was practically in tears. At that moment, however, I remembered that the doll had been delivered earlier. It was time, I supposed, to open it.
After a few unsuccessful attempts, the package yielded its contents, and I nearly fell over when I saw it for the first time. It looked exactly like Sarah. Her little, premature hands. Her closed, screwed up eyes. Everything.
I held the tiny plastic facsimile against my chest and sobbed into it. I apologized to it over and over again:
“I’m sorry Sarah. I’m so sorry.”
But nothing could have prepared me for the moment that it spoke back:
Why didn’t you save me, Mama?
I screamed and fell backwards. The floor flew up to meet me and struck the back of my head with overwhelming force, driving the tears out even faster through a combination of momentum and pain.
“What did you say?” I asked, with a shaking voice.
For a moment, the doll was quiet, its little eyes still shut against the world. Then, they snapped open. Its little mouth opened and flopped around like a fish before repeating:
Why didn’t you save me, Mama?
I threw it across the room. It was an instinct, but a second later, I felt bad. It was like seeing Sarah’s death all over again. The doll screamed and cried.
Why did you hurt me, Mama?
It asked in its sad, childlike voice.
I ran to the bathroom and threw up. I threw up again and again, my body shaking uncontrollably. This couldn’t be happening. It wasn’t possible. That thing was nothing more than a hunk of colored plastic. When there was nothing left to expel from my stomach except bile, I returned to the front room and slowly approached the doll where it lay in the corner.
Its eyes snapped to mine.
Why did you leave me, Mama?
I picked it up and hurled it out the window. For a moment, I thought that I should try and call the short Russian man who had sold me the monstrosity but then I remembered that it was 8:30 on a Wednesday. Not even Russians have that kind of work ethic.
Instead, I poured a glass of wine with shaking fingers and turned on the TV, desperate for something, anything to break the silence. As the news blared and the alcohol entered my veins, I was almost able to convince myself that the last few minutes hadn’t happened. But then the screen began flashing images of babies in incubators – victims of some war halfway around the world. Protestors marched through the streets, holding images of the poor, malnourished infants, and listing out those they felt were responsible. Before I turned it off, I could have sworn that one of them turned to the screen and said my name.
***
When I did fall asleep, it was only after many hours of crying and shaking. As returned the silence, so returned my certainty that I had heard the doll speaking. But human frailty won the day, and my brain surrendered to darkness once more.
In my dream, I saw Tim holding little Sarah and crying. He held her close and put the tiny baby girl to his face, kissing her again and again. Then he turned to me with an eyeless face and spoke with a toothless mouth:
Why didn’t you save her, Mary?
I tried to scream but in this world I could not make a sound. My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, and I felt like I was breathing in the ocean. Then, little Sarah looked at me with her little melting face and said:
Didn’t you love me, Mama?
When I didn’t answer, the tiny melted eyes burned with rage.
I hate you Mama. Everybody hates you. You throw me out the window?! You should jump out yourself and do the world a favor you worthless sack of human garbage forgotten by God. Why are you even alive you heartless bitch?
I kept trying to scream but nothing would come out. I tried to apologize but could only feel the sensation of water rushing into my lungs. Sarah began to say, over and over:
Why didn’t you save me, Mama? Why didn’t you save me, Mama? Why didn’t you save me–
I woke with a start to find the doll inches from my face. It was shouting at me:
Why didn’t you save me, Mama?
This time, I did scream, and batted it away from my face. The horrible thing, which somehow had reappeared in my house after I’d thrown it out of a 7th story window, began to sob in the corner where it fell. It looked up at me with its tiny heartbroken eyes and quivering lips as it asked me:
Why did you hurt me, Mama? Do you hate me?
Without thinking, I said, “Of course I don’t hate you, sweetie. Mommy loves you very much.” I froze. What was I doing? This thing wasn’t Sarah. It wasn’t even a person.
Then why did you hurt me, Mama? Why didn’t you save me?
I buried my head in my hands. “I couldn’t save you! I’m sorry!” The tears continued to pour from my eyes in rivers, soaking the arms of my shirt.
You didn’t deserve me, Mama. You coldhearted cunt. You shouldn’t even be alive.
I looked at the thing in shock. Hearing those words in a child’s voice was somehow far worse. It couldn’t stay in my house. Not one second longer. But throwing it out the window hadn’t worked, so I had to come up with another plan. I grabbed the hateful thing and carried it to the fireplace. It screamed all the while, sobbing just like a child in pain.
Don’t burn me Mama! Don’t hurt me! Why are you doing this?
I was undeterred. The fire roared to life, and I hurled it into the hottest part of the blaze as it hurled insults back at me.
Nobody’s ever loved you! Why do you think Tim left, you stupid bitch? If he really loved you, he’d have stayed!
Slowly but surely, the thing melted in the flames. Its little face turned to mush, then to liquid, then to ash. The smell was atrocious, but at least it was gone. I lay panting on the floor, crying but relieved.

I'll start by apologizing, this is a long one but I think everything I included is important background. I (Mid-30's F) haven't always had the best relationship with my mom. I was a revenge baby (her husband cheated and she then had a one night stand which resulted in me). I was ab*sed by an older cousin from the age of 4 or 5 til I was around 11, and when she found out there was a lot of victim blaming (examples: telling me I should've just said no, continuing to visit her sister, my @buser's parent, with my other siblings while making me wait in the car) and no therapy for several years. Part of me believes that was because we couldn't afford it and she just couldn't handle it. Her husband at the time (who I thought was my dad and found out at age 12 he wasn't) cheated again and they got divorced, so there was a LOT on her plate already with being a single mom over 3 girls. I often had to watch my younger siblings and was responsible for keeping them safe during visits with her ex, reporting back everything we did and any issues to her, because she couldn't. She later set me up with pastors for counseling which only made things worse (Both were male and one even made the assumption that I liked the @buse). When I was around 16 visitations stopped because her ex got violent with me and after that I started to self h@rm (I know now that was stupid and have stopped). 3 grippy sock vacations over the next 2 years didn't do anything other than make me feel like a financial burden. I can't remember a time where I didn't feel worthless or like a bother. I got kicked out at 18 (my fault, I got into a bad relationship and his friend damaged a door at our apartment complex that my mom couldn't afford to replace so they apparently said I had to leave since I was an adult) and spent the next 10 years with a man who was physically violent and cheated all the time. I had no friends or anywhere to go so I stayed.
During this time our relationship was rocky but improved, mostly I think out of need. I tried to be there for them but know it was never really enough. When I finally left my ex and moved back in with her, she moved out shortly after (I helped her get onto a dating site and she found her now husband). My sisters were still living at home (both just over 18) so I became a sort of pseudo mom again to the both of them while my mom paid the mortgage and we 3 shared the other bills, with me taking on a majority of them. I reconnected with an old school friend and we ended up getting into a relationship and moving in together, and my relationship with my mom seemed to get stronger. I tried my best to be a good daughter to make up for the time I couldn't be there as a young adult, which I felt guilty for. I don't know why I always feel so guilty. Her and her husband helped with a few things financially, and I tried to visit often even after moving several hours away.
I know my mom can be kind and giving and can put others first (she went without many things taking care of us as kids) but she has habits that just drive me insane. She's judgemental and holds grudges for years that she expects to be upheld by her children. She'll say one thing and do another. For example, years after losing contact with her first husband she told me and my siblings that he had reached out and given her his contact number in case any of us wanted it, and when I told her I did (because I knew the other 2 wouldn't ask), she gave it to me and left crying like I had hurt her. She could've just not mentioned it. While she kept in close contact with the sister who's son hurt me, she hated her older sister for several reasons who I had gotten close to and was very upset when I wanted my aunt at my wedding and everytime we spoke about it she reminded me how she didn't know if she could handle it but would try for me and I dropping my aunt from the guest list because I couldn't handle the constant guilt. I'm constantly apologizing for not spending enough time with her, or for each holiday she's sad because I'm with my partner's family, and she always comments on how worried she is for me (I overwork, I'm overweight, I do too much for my partner, I don't keep a clean enough home, etc...).
She can also come across as harsh. When my pet died a few months ago and I told her through tears as I was leaving the vet after the euthanization, and her first comment was "You probably shouldn't get another pet for a while since you get like this after one dies" referring to me crying. I'm always trying to stick up for her to my younger siblings. One has a spouse who is transitioning. I got everyone together for a discussion to see if we could find common ground and repair things and, even after my siblings and her spouse were willing to be understanding of her taking time to come to terms with the transition she flat out said that a "man is a man and a woman is a woman" and refused to even look at articles she had been given explaining gender identities because she had "no interest in learning about it."
Another big thing between us is her always messaging me how much she misses me. I apologize almost everytime do what I can to plan time to see her, but I've been very busy with work so it hasn't been as often. We've had a few recent arguments, mostly regarding her treatment of my sibling's partner, and during one she was complaining that no one accepted her for who she was and considered how the transition made her feel and I blew up on her asking if she ever considered my feelings when I was young. She turned that into "I'm horrible and didn't realize I ruined so much of your life" which just made me feel horrible. I didn't mean to say anything but was recovering from an illness that required a trip to the ER and had gone over to visit for "just an hour or 2" but was going on hour 3 of the visit and was hurting. Not a good excuse I know, and I apologized several times after.
After a stressful week at work my hubby asked me out on a date night and I was finally able to leave work on time and was so excited, then my phone went off and I saw a text from her which said she missed me and missed "how things used to be between us". I don't know what took over me but I got so upset. Here I was feeling ok for once and about to start a good weekend and instead that suffocating guilt resurfaced and I was livid, so I waited a few hours and responded telling her I didn't know how to respond but was so tired of apologizing and didn't deserve the guilt. I reminded her that I started a new role at work and was recently very ill but still took time to visit several times over the last 2 months, then told her I'd plan something for this month as soon as possible. Whenever I act hurt over something she said, she tells me I misunderstood her, which she did this time as well. She wrote back saying I took what she said totally wrong and she shouldn't have bothered me, followed by a "sorry". I responded telling her I must be a f*cking moron because everytime I'm hurt by what she says it's because I take what she says wrong. That was 4 days ago and she never responded, but I noticed 2 days ago that she unfriended me from a gaming system we played on together.
Part of me feels she deserved it but a MUCH bigger part of me feels like I'm a horrible daughter because it came out of nowhere. The guilt has been non stop to the point where I think I'm making myself ill. I want to apologize like normal but my husband is telling me she had it coming and reminds me that I've been a good daughter for years. He reminded me of all the times he comforted me after a visit as I cried over harsh comments from her or just cried in exhaustion after spending hours listening to non stop negativity, worries and complaints during a visit, and all the times I got home after being guilted into staying hours later only to get another "I miss you" and feeling guilty a few days later.
I need an outsider's opinion. Am I as awful as I think? Should I apologize to her? Has anyone been through anything like this with a parent? I'm not in a good place mentally; in the last year my hair has thinned, I've developed an intestinal condition caused by stress, and I've even started noticing my memory getting worse. I know losing my pet, my only baby, a few months ago hasn't helped either so I very well could be TA.

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C2 HERCULES	CCU'ed - LTI	$285	✔️ YES
600i EXPLORER BIS 2953	CCU'ed - LTI	$320	✔️ YES
HULL C	CCU'ed - LTI	$325	✔️ YES
M2 HERCULES	CCU'ed - LTI	$335	✔️ YES
HULL D	CCU'ed - LTI	$340	✔️ YES
LIBERATOR	CCU'ed - LTI	$345	✔️ YES
ARRASTRA	CCU'ed - LTI	$345	✔️ YES
CARRACK	CCU'ed - LTI	$345	✔️ YES
MERCHANTMAN	CCU'ed - LTI	$350	✔️ YES
ORION	CCU'ed - LTI	$350	✔️ YES
PERSEUS	CCU'ed - LTI	$370	✔️ YES
ODYSEY	CCU'ed - LTI	$380	✔️ YES
HAMERHEAD	CCU'ed - LTI	$390	✔️ YES
NAUTILUS	CCU'ed - LTI	$390	✔️ YES
POLARIS	CCU'ed - LTI	$395	✔️ YES

⬇️🤑 Saving Cost WARBOND/Pre-Price UPGRADES 🤑⬇️

FROM	📌	TO 👇	Insurance	Price
Vanguard Harbinger	➡️	Mole	120	$15
Defender	➡️	Corsair	120	$15
Railen	➡️	Corsair	120	$15
F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker	➡️	Defender	-	$12
Prowler	➡️	Hull C	-	$25
Starfarer Gemini	➡️	Hull C	-	$45
F7C-M Super Hornet	➡️	Hurricane	-	$15
Prowler	➡️	600i Explorer	-	$18
Liberator	➡️	Merchantman	-	$38
Perseus	➡️	Polaris	120	$56
Reclaimer	➡️	Prowler	120	$25
Prospector	➡️	Sabre	120	$12
A1 Spirit	➡️	San'tok.yāi	120	$20
Starfarer Gemini	➡️	Valkyrie	-	$25

⬇️☀️ Standard UPGRADES ☀️⬇️

FROM	📌	TO 👇	Price	Availability
Aurora MR	➡️	MPUV C	$9	✔️ YES
Mustang Alpha	➡️	MPUV C	$9	✔️ YES
Aurora MR	➡️	P-72 Archimedes	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
HoverQuad	➡️	P-72 Archimedes	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Aurora MR	➡️	Ranger CV	$9	✔️ YES
HoverQuad	➡️	Ranger CV	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Aurora MR	➡️	Ranger RC	$9	✔️ YES
HoverQuad	➡️	Ranger RC	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Aurora LX	➡️	Ranger TR	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Dragonfly Black	➡️	Nox	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
P-72 Archimedes	➡️	X1	$14	✔️ YES
Dragonfly Black	➡️	X1	$9	✔️ YES
Dragonfly Yellowjacket	➡️	X1	$9	✔️ YES
STV	➡️	X1	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
C8X Pisces Expedition	➡️	Cutter Rambler	$9	✔️ YES
Cutter	➡️	Cutter Rambler	$9	✔️ YES
Mule	➡️	Cutter Rambler	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
C8X Pisces Expedition	➡️	Cutter Scout	$9	✔️ YES
Cutter	➡️	Cutter Scout	$9	✔️ YES
Mule	➡️	Cutter Scout	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
STV	➡️	X1 Velocity	$14	✔️ YES
Cutter	➡️	X1 Velocity	$9	✔️ YES
Mule	➡️	X1 Velocity	$9	✔️ YES
X1	➡️	X1 Velocity	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
100i	➡️	Fury	$9	✔️ YES
Cutter Rambler	➡️	Fury	$9	✔️ YES
Cutter Scout	➡️	Fury	$9	✔️ YES
Ursa	➡️	Fury	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
100i	➡️	Fury LX	$9	✔️ YES
Cutter Rambler	➡️	Fury LX	$9	✔️ YES
Cutter Scout	➡️	Fury LX	$9	✔️ YES
Ursa	➡️	Fury LX	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
100i	➡️	Fury MX	$9	✔️ YES
Cutter Rambler	➡️	Fury MX	$9	✔️ YES
Cutter Scout	➡️	Fury MX	$9	✔️ YES
Ursa	➡️	Fury MX	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
100i	➡️	Mustang Gamma	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Cutter	➡️	X1 Force	$14	✔️ YES
100i	➡️	X1 Force	$9	✔️ YES
X1 Velocity	➡️	X1 Force	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Cyclone	➡️	Lynx	$9	✔️ YES
Fury	➡️	Lynx	$9	✔️ YES
ROC	➡️	Lynx	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
300i	➡️	C8R Pisces	$9	✔️ YES
Avenger Stalker	➡️	C8R Pisces	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
125a	➡️	Cyclone RC	$9	✔️ YES
300i	➡️	Cyclone RC	$9	✔️ YES
Avenger Stalker	➡️	Cyclone RC	$9	✔️ YES
300i	➡️	Cyclone RN	$9	✔️ YES
Avenger Stalker	➡️	Cyclone RN	$9	✔️ YES
300i	➡️	Cyclone TR	$9	✔️ YES
Avenger Stalker	➡️	Cyclone TR	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Avenger Stalker	➡️	G12a	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Avenger Stalker	➡️	Mustang Delta	$9	🔥 Last one!
-	📌	TO 👇
135c	➡️	Syulen	$9	✔️ YES
Reliant Kore	➡️	Syulen	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
325a	➡️	Avenger Titan Renegade	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
325a	➡️	Cyclone MT	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Reliant Kore	➡️	Reliant Tana	$14	✔️ YES
325a	➡️	Reliant Tana	$9	✔️ YES
Syulen	➡️	Reliant Tana	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Arrow	➡️	Cyclone AA	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
300i	➡️	Spartan	$25	✔️ YES
G12	➡️	Spartan	$25	🔥 Last one!
G12r	➡️	Spartan	$25	🔥 Last one!
Arrow	➡️	Spartan	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Nomad	➡️	Avenger Warlock	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Nomad	➡️	Herald	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Arrow	➡️	Reliant Sen	$14	✔️ YES
Nomad	➡️	Reliant Sen	$9	✔️ YES
Spartan	➡️	Reliant Sen	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Arrow	➡️	Storm	$19	✔️ YES
Nomad	➡️	Storm	$14	✔️ YES
Reliant Sen	➡️	Storm	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Gladius	➡️	Reliant Mako	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Reliant Sen	➡️	M50	$19	✔️ YES
Gladius	➡️	M50	$14	✔️ YES
Hull A	➡️	M50	$14	✔️ YES
Reliant Mako	➡️	M50	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Gladius	➡️	Storm AA	$14	✔️ YES
Storm	➡️	Storm AA	$14	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Hull A	➡️	Buccaneer	$25	✔️ YES
Hawk	➡️	Buccaneer	$14	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Gladius	➡️	Centurion	$25	✔️ YES
Hull A	➡️	Centurion	$25	🔥 Last one!
-	📌	TO 👇
Gladius	➡️	Talon	$30	✔️ YES
Reliant Mako	➡️	Talon	$25	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Arrow	➡️	Talon Shrike	$46	✔️ YES
Gladius	➡️	Talon Shrike	$30	✔️ YES
Reliant Mako	➡️	Talon Shrike	$25	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Freelancer	➡️	Legionnaire	$14	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
M50	➡️	Nova	$25	🔥 2 Left!
Cutlass Black	➡️	Nova	$14	✔️ YES
Freelancer	➡️	Nova	$14	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Cutlass Black	➡️	350r	$19	✔️ YES
Talon	➡️	350r	$14	✔️ YES
Talon Shrike	➡️	350r	$14	✔️ YES
Legionnaire	➡️	350r	$9	✔️ YES
Nova	➡️	350r	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Cutlass Black	➡️	C1 Spirit	$19	✔️ YES
Freelancer	➡️	C1 Spirit	$19	✔️ YES
Nova	➡️	C1 Spirit	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
F7C Hornet	➡️	Cutlass Red	$30	🔥 Last one!
Freelancer	➡️	Cutlass Red	$30	🔥 Last one!
F7C-S Hornet Ghost	➡️	Cutlass Red	$14	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Cutlass Red	➡️	Hull B	$9	✔️ YES
Freelancer DUR	➡️	Hull B	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Hull B	➡️	Razor	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Ballista	➡️	E1 Spirit	$14	✔️ YES
Razor	➡️	E1 Spirit	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Razor	➡️	Razor LX	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Razor	➡️	Zeus Mk II CL	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Razor	➡️	Zeus Mk II ES	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Razor	➡️	Razor EX	$14	✔️ YES
Freelancer MAX	➡️	Razor EX	$9	✔️ YES
Mantis	➡️	Razor EX	$9	✔️ YES
Razor LX	➡️	Razor EX	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Prospector	➡️	Gladiator	$14	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Hull B	➡️	Khartu-Al	$35	✔️ YES
Prospector	➡️	Khartu-Al	$19	✔️ YES
Gladiator	➡️	Khartu-Al	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Freelancer MAX	➡️	Sabre	$25	🔥 2 Left!
Prospector	➡️	Sabre	$19	✔️ YES
Razor EX	➡️	Sabre	$19	✔️ YES
Gladiator	➡️	Sabre	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Cutlass Red	➡️	Cutlass Blue	$46	✔️ YES
Prospector	➡️	Cutlass Blue	$25	✔️ YES
Sabre	➡️	Cutlass Blue	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Prospector	➡️	F7C Hornet Wildfire	$25	✔️ YES
Razor EX	➡️	F7C Hornet Wildfire	$25	✔️ YES
Gladiator	➡️	F7C Hornet Wildfire	$14	✔️ YES
Khartu-Al	➡️	F7C Hornet Wildfire	$9	✔️ YES
Sabre	➡️	F7C Hornet Wildfire	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
E1 Spirit	➡️	Freelancer MIS	$30	✔️ YES
Prospector	➡️	Freelancer MIS	$25	✔️ YES
Razor EX	➡️	Freelancer MIS	$25	✔️ YES
Gladiator	➡️	Freelancer MIS	$14	✔️ YES
Khartu-Al	➡️	Freelancer MIS	$9	✔️ YES
Sabre	➡️	Freelancer MIS	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Prospector	➡️	F7C-M Super Hornet	$35	✔️ YES
Razor EX	➡️	F7C-M Super Hornet	$35	✔️ YES
Gladiator	➡️	F7C-M Super Hornet	$25	✔️ YES
Khartu-Al	➡️	F7C-M Super Hornet	$19	✔️ YES
Sabre	➡️	F7C-M Super Hornet	$19	✔️ YES
Cutlass Blue	➡️	F7C-M Super Hornet	$14	✔️ YES
F7C Hornet Wildfire	➡️	F7C-M Super Hornet	$14	✔️ YES
Freelancer MIS	➡️	F7C-M Super Hornet	$14	✔️ YES
Vulture	➡️	F7C-M Super Hornet	$14	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Prospector	➡️	Sabre Comet	$35	✔️ YES
Vulture	➡️	Sabre Comet	$14	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Vulture	➡️	Zeus Mk II MR	$19	✔️ YES
F7C-M Super Hornet	➡️	Zeus Mk II MR	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Prospector	➡️	A1 Spirit	$51	✔️ YES
Gladiator	➡️	A1 Spirit	$40	✔️ YES
Khartu-Al	➡️	A1 Spirit	$35	✔️ YES
Sabre	➡️	A1 Spirit	$35	✔️ YES
Vulture	➡️	A1 Spirit	$30	✔️ YES
Zeus Mk II MR	➡️	A1 Spirit	$14	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Prospector	➡️	F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker	$60	✔️ YES
Sabre	➡️	F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker	$45	✔️ YES
Freelancer MIS	➡️	F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker	$40	✔️ YES
F7C-M Super Hornet	➡️	F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker	$40	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
F7C-M Super Hornet	➡️	Vulcan	$19	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Prospector	➡️	Hurricane	$62	✔️ YES
Sabre	➡️	Hurricane	$46	✔️ YES
Cutlass Blue	➡️	Hurricane	$40	✔️ YES
F7C-M Super Hornet	➡️	Hurricane	$30	✔️ YES
A1 Spirit	➡️	Hurricane	$14	✔️ YES
Constellation Taurus	➡️	Hurricane	$14	✔️ YES
F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker	➡️	Hurricane	$14	✔️ YES
Vulcan	➡️	Hurricane	$14	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Prospector	➡️	Defender	$72	✔️ YES
Khartu-Al	➡️	Defender	$56	🔥 2 Left!
Sabre	➡️	Defender	$56	✔️ YES
Cutlass Blue	➡️	Defender	$51	✔️ YES
Freelancer MIS	➡️	Defender	$51	✔️ YES
F7C-M Super Hornet	➡️	Defender	$40	✔️ YES
Sabre Comet	➡️	Defender	$40	✔️ YES
Constellation Taurus	➡️	Defender	$25	✔️ YES
Hurricane	➡️	Defender	$14	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
A1 Spirit	➡️	Terrapin	$25	✔️ YES
Constellation Taurus	➡️	Terrapin	$25	✔️ YES
F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker	➡️	Terrapin	$25	✔️ YES
Vulcan	➡️	Terrapin	$25	✔️ YES
Hurricane	➡️	Terrapin	$14	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Prospector	➡️	Railen	$77	✔️ YES
Constellation Taurus	➡️	Railen	$30	✔️ YES
Vulcan	➡️	Railen	$30	✔️ YES
Defender	➡️	Railen	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Constellation Taurus	➡️	Scorpius Antares	$35	✔️ YES
F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker	➡️	Scorpius Antares	$35	✔️ YES
Hurricane	➡️	Scorpius Antares	$25	✔️ YES
Defender	➡️	Scorpius Antares	$14	✔️ YES
Terrapin	➡️	Scorpius Antares	$14	✔️ YES
Railen	➡️	Scorpius Antares	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Constellation Taurus	➡️	Cutlass Steel	$40	✔️ YES
Terrapin	➡️	Cutlass Steel	$19	✔️ YES
Scorpius Antares	➡️	Cutlass Steel	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
A1 Spirit	➡️	San'tok.yāi	$46	✔️ YES
Constellation Taurus	➡️	San'tok.yāi	$46	✔️ YES
Hurricane	➡️	San'tok.yāi	$35	✔️ YES
Defender	➡️	San'tok.yāi	$25	✔️ YES
Terrapin	➡️	San'tok.yāi	$25	✔️ YES
Scorpius Antares	➡️	San'tok.yāi	$14	✔️ YES
Cutlass Steel	➡️	San'tok.yāi	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Prospector	➡️	Scorpius	$93	✔️ YES
Sabre	➡️	Scorpius	$77	✔️ YES
Freelancer MIS	➡️	Scorpius	$72	✔️ YES
F7C-M Super Hornet	➡️	Scorpius	$62	✔️ YES
Sabre Comet	➡️	Scorpius	$62	🔥 2 Left!
Constellation Taurus	➡️	Scorpius	$46	✔️ YES
F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker	➡️	Scorpius	$46	✔️ YES
Hurricane	➡️	Scorpius	$35	✔️ YES
Defender	➡️	Scorpius	$25	✔️ YES
Terrapin	➡️	Scorpius	$25	✔️ YES
Scorpius Antares	➡️	Scorpius	$14	✔️ YES
Cutlass Steel	➡️	Scorpius	$9	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Constellation Taurus	➡️	Vanguard Hoplite	$46	✔️ YES
Defender	➡️	Vanguard Hoplite	$25	✔️ YES
Railen	➡️	Vanguard Hoplite	$19	✔️ YES
Scorpius Antares	➡️	Vanguard Hoplite	$14	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Constellation Taurus	➡️	400i	$56	✔️ YES
Terrapin	➡️	400i	$35	✔️ YES
Constellation Andromeda	➡️	400i	$14	✔️ YES
San'tok.yāi	➡️	400i	$14	✔️ YES
Scorpius	➡️	400i	$14	✔️ YES
Vanguard Hoplite	➡️	400i	$14	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Constellation Andromeda	➡️	Apollo Triage	$14	✔️ YES
Scorpius	➡️	Apollo Triage	$14	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Prospector	➡️	Ares Inferno	$104	✔️ YES
Sabre	➡️	Ares Inferno	$88	✔️ YES
Freelancer MIS	➡️	Ares Inferno	$83	✔️ YES
F7C-M Super Hornet	➡️	Ares Inferno	$72	✔️ YES
Sabre Comet	➡️	Ares Inferno	$72	✔️ YES
Constellation Taurus	➡️	Ares Inferno	$56	✔️ YES
F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker	➡️	Ares Inferno	$56	✔️ YES
Vulcan	➡️	Ares Inferno	$56	✔️ YES
Constellation Andromeda	➡️	Ares Inferno	$14	✔️ YES
San'tok.yāi	➡️	Ares Inferno	$14	✔️ YES
Scorpius	➡️	Ares Inferno	$14	✔️ YES
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Prospector	➡️	Ares Ion	$104	✔️ YES
Sabre	➡️	Ares Ion	$88	✔️ YES
Freelancer MIS	➡️	Ares Ion	$83	✔️ YES
F7C-M Super Hornet	➡️	Ares Ion	$72	✔️ YES
Sabre Comet	➡️	Ares Ion	$72	✔️ YES
Constellation Taurus	➡️	Ares Ion	$56	✔️ YES
F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker	➡️	Ares Ion	$56	✔️ YES
Vulcan	➡️	Ares Ion	$56	✔️ YES
Constellation Andromeda	➡️	Ares Ion	$14	✔️ YES
San'tok.yāi	➡️	Ares Ion	$14	✔️ YES
Scorpius	➡️	Ares Ion	$14	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Defender	➡️	Corsair	$35	✔️ YES
Terrapin	➡️	Corsair	$35	✔️ YES
Constellation Andromeda	➡️	Corsair	$14	✔️ YES
San'tok.yāi	➡️	Corsair	$14	✔️ YES
Scorpius	➡️	Corsair	$14	✔️ YES
Vanguard Hoplite	➡️	Corsair	$14	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker	➡️	Mercury	$67	✔️ YES
Terrapin	➡️	Mercury	$46	✔️ YES
Constellation Andromeda	➡️	Mercury	$25	✔️ YES
San'tok.yāi	➡️	Mercury	$25	✔️ YES
Scorpius	➡️	Mercury	$25	✔️ YES
Vanguard Hoplite	➡️	Mercury	$25	✔️ YES
400i	➡️	Mercury	$14	✔️ YES
Ares Inferno	➡️	Mercury	$14	✔️ YES
Ares Ion	➡️	Mercury	$14	✔️ YES
Corsair	➡️	Mercury	$14	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Constellation Andromeda	➡️	Vanguard Warden	$25	✔️ YES
Scorpius	➡️	Vanguard Warden	$25	✔️ YES
400i	➡️	Vanguard Warden	$14	✔️ YES
Ares Inferno	➡️	Vanguard Warden	$14	✔️ YES
Ares Ion	➡️	Vanguard Warden	$14	✔️ YES
Corsair	➡️	Vanguard Warden	$14	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Constellation Andromeda	➡️	Apollo Medivac	$40	✔️ YES
400i	➡️	Apollo Medivac	$30	✔️ YES
Apollo Triage	➡️	Apollo Medivac	$30	✔️ YES
Corsair	➡️	Apollo Medivac	$30	✔️ YES
Mercury	➡️	Apollo Medivac	$19	✔️ YES
Vanguard Warden	➡️	Apollo Medivac	$19	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Constellation Andromeda	➡️	Blade	$40	🔥 2 Left!
-	📌	TO 👇
Constellation Andromeda	➡️	Vanguard Sentinel	$40	✔️ YES
400i	➡️	Vanguard Sentinel	$30	✔️ YES
Ares Ion	➡️	Vanguard Sentinel	$30	✔️ YES
Corsair	➡️	Vanguard Sentinel	$30	✔️ YES
Mercury	➡️	Vanguard Sentinel	$19	✔️ YES
Vanguard Warden	➡️	Vanguard Sentinel	$19	✔️ YES
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Constellation Andromeda	➡️	Vanguard Harbinger	$56	✔️ YES
Mercury	➡️	Vanguard Harbinger	$35	✔️ YES
Vanguard Warden	➡️	Vanguard Harbinger	$35	✔️ YES
Vanguard Sentinel	➡️	Vanguard Harbinger	$19	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Constellation Andromeda	➡️	Eclipse	$67	✔️ YES
Mercury	➡️	Eclipse	$46	✔️ YES
Vanguard Warden	➡️	Eclipse	$46	🔥 Last one!
Vanguard Sentinel	➡️	Eclipse	$30	✔️ YES
Vanguard Harbinger	➡️	Eclipse	$14	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Constellation Andromeda	➡️	Starfarer	$67	🔥 Last one!
Mercury	➡️	Starfarer	$46	🔥 Last one!
Vanguard Harbinger	➡️	Starfarer	$14	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Constellation Andromeda	➡️	Caterpillar	$99	✔️ YES
400i	➡️	Caterpillar	$88	✔️ YES
Mercury	➡️	Caterpillar	$77	✔️ YES
Vanguard Warden	➡️	Caterpillar	$77	✔️ YES
Vanguard Sentinel	➡️	Caterpillar	$62	✔️ YES
Vanguard Harbinger	➡️	Caterpillar	$46	✔️ YES
Constellation Aquila	➡️	Caterpillar	$19	✔️ YES
MOLE	➡️	Caterpillar	$19	✔️ YES
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Mercury	➡️	Redeemer	$77	✔️ YES
Vanguard Warden	➡️	Redeemer	$77	✔️ YES
Constellation Aquila	➡️	Redeemer	$19	✔️ YES
MOLE	➡️	Redeemer	$19	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Constellation Aquila	➡️	Starfarer Gemini	$30	✔️ YES
MOLE	➡️	Starfarer Gemini	$30	✔️ YES
Caterpillar	➡️	Starfarer Gemini	$14	✔️ YES
Redeemer	➡️	Starfarer Gemini	$14	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
MOLE	➡️	Crucible	$40	✔️ YES
Caterpillar	➡️	Crucible	$25	✔️ YES
Starfarer Gemini	➡️	Crucible	$14	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
MOLE	➡️	Endeavor	$40	✔️ YES
Caterpillar	➡️	Endeavor	$25	✔️ YES
Redeemer	➡️	Endeavor	$25	✔️ YES
Starfarer Gemini	➡️	Endeavor	$14	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Constellation Aquila	➡️	Valkyrie	$67	🔥 Last one!
MOLE	➡️	Valkyrie	$67	✔️ YES
Caterpillar	➡️	Valkyrie	$51	✔️ YES
Redeemer	➡️	Valkyrie	$51	✔️ YES
Starfarer Gemini	➡️	Valkyrie	$40	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Valkyrie	➡️	Galaxy	$9	✔️ YES
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MOLE	➡️	C2 Hercules	$93	✔️ YES
Starfarer Gemini	➡️	C2 Hercules	$67	✔️ YES
Glaive	➡️	C2 Hercules	$56	✔️ YES
Valkyrie	➡️	C2 Hercules	$30	✔️ YES
Galaxy	➡️	C2 Hercules	$25	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
MOLE	➡️	Genesis	$93	✔️ YES
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Valkyrie	➡️	Reclaimer	$30	✔️ YES
Galaxy	➡️	Reclaimer	$25	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Valkyrie	➡️	600i Touring	$67	🔥 Last one!
C2 Hercules	➡️	600i Touring	$40	✔️ YES
Reclaimer	➡️	600i Touring	$40	✔️ YES
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Constellation Aquila	➡️	Prowler	$136	✔️ YES
Valkyrie	➡️	Prowler	$72	✔️ YES
C2 Hercules	➡️	Prowler	$46	✔️ YES
Reclaimer	➡️	Prowler	$46	✔️ YES
600i Touring	➡️	Prowler	$9	✔️ YES
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C2 Hercules	➡️	600i Explorer	$83	🔥 2 Left!
600i Touring	➡️	600i Explorer	$46	✔️ YES
Prowler	➡️	600i Explorer	$40	✔️ YES
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MOLE	➡️	Hull C	$199	✔️ YES
Prowler	➡️	Hull C	$67	✔️ YES
600i Explorer	➡️	Hull C	$30	✔️ YES
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MOLE	➡️	M2 Hercules	$220	✔️ YES
C2 Hercules	➡️	M2 Hercules	$130	✔️ YES
600i Explorer	➡️	M2 Hercules	$51	✔️ YES
Hull C	➡️	M2 Hercules	$25	✔️ YES
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M2 Hercules	➡️	Arrastra	$62	✔️ YES
Hull D	➡️	Arrastra	$30	✔️ YES
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M2 Hercules	➡️	Liberator	$62	✔️ YES
Hull D	➡️	Liberator	$30	🔥 2 Left!
-	📌	TO 👇
Valkyrie	➡️	Carrack	$241	✔️ YES
Genesis	➡️	Carrack	$215	🔥 Last one!
Prowler	➡️	Carrack	$173	✔️ YES
600i Explorer	➡️	Carrack	$136	✔️ YES
M2 Hercules	➡️	Carrack	$88	✔️ YES
Arrastra	➡️	Carrack	$30	✔️ YES
Liberator	➡️	Carrack	$30	✔️ YES
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Prowler	➡️	Merchantman	$225	✔️ YES
600i Explorer	➡️	Merchantman	$188	✔️ YES
M2 Hercules	➡️	Merchantman	$141	✔️ YES
Liberator	➡️	Merchantman	$83	✔️ YES
Carrack	➡️	Merchantman	$56	✔️ YES
-	📌	TO 👇
Carrack	➡️	Orion	$56	✔️ YES
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Carrack	➡️	Perseus	$83	✔️ YES
Merchantman	➡️	Perseus	$30	✔️ YES
Orion	➡️	Perseus	$30	✔️ YES
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Carrack	➡️	Odyssey	$109	✔️ YES
Perseus	➡️	Odyssey	$30	✔️ YES
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Carrack	➡️	Hammerhead	$136	🔥 Last one!
Carrack Expedition w/C8X	➡️	Hammerhead	$88	🔥 2 Left!
Merchantman	➡️	Hammerhead	$83	✔️ YES
Perseus	➡️	Hammerhead	$56	✔️ YES
Odyssey	➡️	Hammerhead	$30	✔️ YES
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Merchantman	➡️	Nautilus	$83	🔥 Last one!
Perseus	➡️	Nautilus	$56	🔥 2 Left!
Odyssey	➡️	Nautilus	$30	✔️ YES
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M2 Hercules	➡️	A2 Hercules	$247	🔥 Last one!
Carrack	➡️	A2 Hercules	$162	✔️ YES
Carrack Expedition	➡️	A2 Hercules	$136	🔥 2 Left!
Carrack Expedition w/C8X	➡️	A2 Hercules	$114	✔️ YES
Merchantman	➡️	A2 Hercules	$109	✔️ YES
Perseus	➡️	A2 Hercules	$83	✔️ YES
Odyssey	➡️	A2 Hercules	$56	✔️ YES
Hammerhead	➡️	A2 Hercules	$30	✔️ YES
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Perseus	➡️	Polaris	$83	✔️ YES
Hammerhead	➡️	Polaris	$38	✔️ YES
Nautilus	➡️	Polaris	$38	✔️ YES

⬇️☀️ SOME ITEMS AND PAINTS ☀️⬇️

Items	Price
Scorpius - Stinger Paint 💎	$45
Scorpius - Sunburn Paint	$14
Spirit - Olympia Paint	$18
Constellation ILW 2950 Paint Pack	$24
CITIZENCON 2951 DIGITAL GOODIES	$10

HOW TO BUY:

1. PM me what you would like to buy and include your Verified PayPal email
2. Reply to this thread by announcing that you sent me a private message "PM'd", so I can see that you are a verified buyer.
3. I will then send you an invoice to your paypal email.
4. After payment is cleared Item is delivered to the buyer's PayPal email address.
5. You will recieve a regular email from RSI with the title "Someone sent you a gift from Roberts Space Industries"
6. Make sure to be logged into the correct RSI account before you open the link inside,
7. I will post in "Confirmed Trades theme post" thread announcing the sale.
8. After confirming the gift, you can reply to the post in which I mention you with +verify in "Confirmed Trades theme post".
9. Tracking and proof of delivery are provided by "Hangar Log" on RSI website.

Important: I don't do middleman services, my Discord is Juannox#3193, I do not do trades or anything in discord, avoid trades with any name other than that, please read THIS

Seriously so excited to build a little army and have them follow me everywhere when these stratagems come out. Here’s some ideas. Being in the military I really enjoyed putting this together!
SEAF Infantry Squad: 12 brave SEAF troopers armed with standard Liberator rifles and one with an MG43 Machinegun. Are able to follow or be sent to an area from map. Generally Low Skilled. If Squadleader dies the squad is likely to scatter and regroup later. Best used for defense. Can be called three times.
SEAF Marine Heavy Infantry: 8 man squad of Marines equipped for a balance of duties. 4 armed with Adjudicator rifles, 2 armed with MG43s and one team of Recoiless rifle men. Can be set for attack, defense, or follow. Medium Skilled troops lead by veteran squad leader. Can be called twice.
SEAF Drop Ship Troopers: 4 man team of elite troops made for eliminating priority targets or supporting Hell Divers. Come equipped with a variety of exotic weapons as well as Shield Generators which are typically only used by the Hell Diver Corps. Generally Highly Skilled. SEAF troops looking to cut their teeth before being able to enlist in the Hell Diver Corps. (Can be called once)
SEAF Penal Squad: undemocratic prisoners looking for redemption are armed typically with whatever can be spared. All are rigged with M23 Martyrdom Democracy Vests for when the final sacrifice comes they go out with a bang for liberty. Generally unskilled and have zero training. Can be called three times.
SEAF Ranger Assault Team: Equipped for attacks this 8 man squad is loaded with 2 flamethrowers and 6 SMGs. SMG users carry the ballistic shield. They specialize in frontal assaults. Medium skilled troops they are dedicated to the task and will prioritize the objective over themselves. Can be called twice.
SEAF Marine Amphibious Squad: A six man Marine squad equipped with Adjudicators and EATs are deployed via Pelican-1 in a Marine Amphibious Tracked Vehicle. Ideal for planets with large amounts of water. Generally Medium Skilled. Can only be set for attack, once objective is completed they will extract. Only called in twice.
SEAF Infantry Platoon: 36 man Platoon is essentially the exact same as the infantry squad but just more troops. This large force is extremely capable when in numbers and a huge threat to any enemies of democracy in the area. Can only be called in once.
SEAF Pathfinders: this small team of 4 can set up alternate extractions locations or set up landing zones for equipment. Once drop zone is set all call ins will be delivered instantly. This team is armed with R63 Diligence rifles and highly skilled. While being able to hold their own in small fights any serious action will leave them in trouble. Can only be used once.
SEAF Tactical Air Controller Party: this 4 man team is equipped with the ability to call in eagle airstrikes on whatever targets they need. They are armed with standard liberator assault rifles. And are not great in combat, they prefer to let the eagles do the work. Can only be used once.
SEAF Marine Recon Team: This four man elite team is armed with 2 AMRs and 2 Counter Sniper Diligence Rifles. These squads excel at long range dispensed freedom. They also will frequently mark places of interest and high value targets. They can be set to stealth mode where they won’t engage and only spot or Free Fire. Generally Highly Skilled. Can be used twice.
SEAF SPEAR Team: This four man team is equipped with spears and will only engage the heaviest of targets. All Four squad members have SPEARs and SG-8 Punisher shotguns. They are better to have sticking with you inside your squad than being left alone. Generally Medium Skilled. Can be used twice.
SEAF Combat Engineer Squad: this mulitrole squad of 12 troops are equipped with a wide array of things that go boom. EATs, Recoiless Rifles, Flamethrowers, Autocannons, ect. Working in two man teams each will either have the ammo bag or the weapon system. Best to send these troops where you want a breach and get out of their way. Generally medium skilled. Can be called twice.
SEAF Engineers: A six man squad deployed without weapons which will create forward bases for your squad. The longer they stay alive the more sentries and ammo boxes will show up around them over time. Commonly used to fortify extraction locations. Zero combat skill, can be called once.

Killer Grips: Anne Maria, Justin, Millie, Topher
Screaming Gaffers: Chase, Jasmine, MK, Ripper
Episode 15: Million Dollar Babies
"Last time on Total Drama Action! Our caveman movie challenges made some people look good! And other people look bet-ter!"
"Jasmine switched over to the Gaffers, and even then, they still couldn't score a win against their competition. And Topher showed off how much he meant to everybody."
"As their reward, the Grips won a mammoth rack of mastodon ribs while the Gaffers had to make do with what they could find, and what could find them."
The scene then flashed over to a few of the control tent's monitors. "Will Jasmine stay on good terms with her new team?" Chris asked as the two monitors that were focused on cut from static to identical pictures of the nervous looking girl. "Will Ripper keep up his jerkitude?" The two monitors cut back to static before cutting to identical pictures of the glaring boy. "And will anything happen between Anne Maria and Topher?" The monitors switched to static again, then to pictures of the Jersey girl and the fanboy smiling at each other.
The screens cut to static once again and the camera pulled back to show Chris sitting in front of them. "Find out the answers right now," he told the camera before the scene flashed to the area outside the cast trailers, "on Total! Drama! Action!"
(Theme Song)
Snoring could be heard as the episode opened on the morning sun, a small bird passing through the scene as the camera panned down to the cast trailers. It focused in on the boys' quarters, and the scene cut inside to Ripper fast asleep, causing the snores that had been heard outside.
The sound of a trumpet rang through the air, startling the rude boy upright. "I get the first and last waffle, Xander!" he shouted, still half-asleep.
"I'm up!" Topher shouted from the other side of the room. He rolled out of his bed and onto the floor. "Wait a minute, I'm not a military recruit at all!"
Across the room, Chase sat up in his bed. “It was just a wake-up call for all of us,” he grumbled.
"That's it! I'm moving to Canada!" Justin said, fully awake. "Except I'm already there!"
The scene cut back outside, the door to the girls' trailer swinging open. “At this point, I'm not gonna complain about our wake-up calls,” Millie said while walking out along with MK and Anne Maria.
The camera panned above to show Jasmine yawning before dismounting off her tree, landing on top of the trailer, and finally jumping to the floor. “Good morning, girls!” she greeted them happily.
“There's nothing good about this one,” Anne Maria scoffed. “Not when we were rudely awakened!”
“I'm used to it,” Jasmine told the girls. “I'm normally woken up by the alligators roaring next door to my home.”
The shot cut to a close-up of a trombone as Chris played a few notes on it. "Morning, sports fans!" he greeted as the camera pulled back to show him wearing a sort of one-man marching band outfit – a stereotypical hat accompanied by a combination bass drum and cymbals strapped to his back that sounded with each step he took.
The moment he appeared, an upbeat melody reminiscent of a sports movie began to play. "Who's ready to put up a good offense?"
"'Ghetti here!" a familiar voice called out from behind the host, the shot pulling back again as Chef walked up to the cast. "Get your pipin' hot spaghetti here!" He was wearing the hat and large box associated with food vendors at sporting events, and true to his word, he was serving up balls of tomato sauce-covered spaghetti. He smirked, then began pitching them at the cast – first Chase, who was hit in the gut as Justin and Ripper leaned out of the way; then Anne Maria who was struck in the chest but managed to catch it on the rebound; followed by Jasmine and Millie who easily caught a couple each; and finally MK, who quickly ducked under the first before getting struck in the head. Sauce and pasta sliding down her face, she shot an utterly unamused look off-camera.
"Hey, what's the deal?" Jasmine asked the host.
"The deal is breakfast," Chris told them all.
"Wait, we're having pasta for breakfast?" Millie asked in disbelief as Jasmine shrugged and started slurping a noodle.
"It's called carbo-loading, contestants," Chris explained, leaning towards the girl. "Today, you're all going to give 200%, in our Sports Movie challenge!"
"That is a mathematical impossibility," MK deadpanned before taking another pasta ball to the face.
"Suck that 'ghetti back, you lovable underdogs, destined to come back from certain failure!" Chris told the cast as he began to walk away. "We've got a training run!"
Chase cracked an eager grin as the host walked past. "Did you say running?" he asked excitedly just before the scene cut away with a flash.
A close-up of several shoes running along a grassy field was shown, accompanied by the huffs and pants of their owners. The shot pulled back to the contestants running along a football field, Chase and Jasmine silently vying for the front position. Anne Maria and Topher were behind, shortly followed by Ripper, Justin, MK, and Millie.
"That all you got, sports fans?" Chris called to them before they were shown to have stopped, everyone but Chase and Jasmine trying to catch their breath. "Man up! It's time for more action!"
"You call that a training run?" Chase scoffed. "A ball of noodles and a 3k jog is nothing!"
"That wasn't even a warm-up," Jasmine added.
"Good to see the two of you are so eager to get going!" Chris told them with a grin. "Of course, since this is just a set," the shot pulled back to show that they were standing in front of a stadium-seating backdrop, "and you guys are actors, we don't need to go all-out."
"That explains the astro-turf," Millie said, poking at the plastic grass she was lying on.
"Still," Chris continued, "today's competition is gonna require sweat, guts, heart, and sweat."
"You said sweat twice," Topher corrected. “Not that I'm whining.”
"That's 'cause it's not just your sweat you'll be dealing with," Chris explained. "There's Chef's sweat too!"
The camera quick-panned over to the hulking man, now doing jumping jacks in sweatshirt and training helmet. "'Cause you'll be pushing him the length of the field," Chris said, "aaand, he just ate a huuuge jar of jalapeño peppers, so," Chef stopped jumping and walked over to a tackling dummy that had been set up near the host, "he's sprayin' like a gym class shower!"
"We gotta push spiced up Chef like he's a football dummy?" Justin asked.
"Don't call me a dummy," Chef said.
"Don't worry, Gaffers," Ripper told his team with a quick flex of his arms. "With me around, you don't have to push a thing, dummy or no dummy!"
"What'd I say about the dummy thing?" Chef repeated angrily, sweating profusely in his close-up.
"This is a team effort," Jasmine said to Ripper. "We all have to push, not just you."
The bully frowned upon hearing that comment.
Confessional: Ripper
"Is she seriously doubting the strength and muscle of Ripper?!" Ripper told the confessional camera with disbelief on his face. "I once clobbered a vending machine when it wouldn't give me my dollar back, and that thing was super cheap!" He furrowed his brows. "Jasmine is gonna have problems with me if she continues to doubt me!"
Confessional Ends
With a stopwatch in one hand, Chris blew a whistle in the other and the Gaffers began to push against the tackling dummy Chef was standing on. "That all you got?" he taunted, the sled not moving an inch. "I could push better than that on my day off!"
"Don't even think about talking trash to me!" Ripper protested. His teammates backed off, and with a grunt, he shoved the dummy, Chef and all, into a heap ten yards away. "Booyah! That's how I do it!" he boasted, quickly flexing his biceps while Chef struggled in pain to get the dummy off him.
The scene moved to a group of eight tires that had been set up at the other end of the field. The Grips ran towards them, with Anne Maria in the lead followed by Justin, Topher, and Millie. They made good headway, but the camera soon pulled back to show that each tire had gotten stuck around one of their feet.
"What's with these tires?" Topher cried as he and his teammates tried to shake them off.
"How are we supposed to run this course if our feet are stuck?" Millie questioned.
"Aww, really? I'm sorry!" Chris told them as he walked up before whispering "Wait 'til they get a load of the mouse trap!" to the camera. Moments later, a series of snaps came from inside the tires and the Grips cried in pain and annoyance as they tried to jump away from the traps. "Snap to it, losers!" the host told them with a grin.
The footage skipped forward yet again, now showing MK as she crawled through a mud pit, a wary eye on the barbed wire strung above it. Justin and Topher followed after her, and Anne Maria and Ripper after them. "I've never seen the football team back home do this!" Anne Maria said amid the grunts and groans of her fellow cast members.
"You're right," Chris told her as the camera cut out to show all eight crawling through the pit while the host watched from the other end. "But we had some mud and barbed wire left over from the war movie, and it just seemed fun to me!" He smiled as the camera came in for a close-up. "Is it?"
Everyone groaned in frustration or exhaustion.
"That really bit," MK said as the camera panned up over her mud-splattered figure.
"Who even won the challenge," Topher asked the host.
"Let's see...," Chris told the contestants as he started reading the clipboard in his hands. "Huh, three... carry the five...," he muttered before breaking into a grin and announcing "Nobody!"
The castmates gaped with shock and uttered "Huh?!" as one.
"It was just to establish who's playing who for the real contest to follow," Chris explained before looking over to a large screen nearby. An upbeat techno tune began to play as the camera focused on the screen, which was divided into four sections with each depicting a stick figure performing a different physical activity against a colored background – punching on yellow; swinging a racquet on blue; wrestling with another figure on red; and throwing a ball on green.
"We're running four sporto contests," the host said, "with competitors seeded according to these results." The four-way split disappeared, replaced by two columns of contestants' pictures divided into teams, which disappeared again and reappeared in the following order: Chase and Justin on top; Jasmine and Topher second; Ripper and Anne Maria third; and MK and Millie on the bottom.
"I'm at the top!" Chase cheered. "Just like in track competitions!"
Beside him, Topher raised an eyebrow.
Confessional: Topher
"So it'd seem that Chase is one of the most athletic players on his team," Topher told the confessional camera. "With his speed and agility, he's basically a male Sky, only that he's less humble and more likely to risk his life. He'd be hard to beat."
Confessional Ends
The scene cut to a close-up of a hanging microphone which was promptly grabbed by the host, causing a small amount of feedback. He was revealed to be standing in the middle of a boxing ring wearing a referee's uniform as the camera panned down, and quickly began to speak.
"In the right corner-ner-ner-ner," Chris announced dramatically, "from the Killers Grips-ips-ips-ips! The bookworm bruiser, the judgemental juggernaut, the prim powerhouse," an energetic tune began to play in the background, "MILLLIIIEEE!" The crowd went wild as the camera panned to the corner behind the host, where Millie stood politely inside the ring with a rather blank expression on her face. Justin was standing to the right outside the ropes with a smirk, while Topher and Anne Maria smiled off along the back.
"And in the left corner-ner-ner-ner," Chris announced, pointing in front of him, "from the Screaming Gaffers-ers-ers-ers! The brainy brawler, the crafty cobbler, the sneaky snarkhouse!"
The camera cut to Chase and MK hanging on to the ropes on the left side. "He's clearly talking about you," Chase told his teammate with a sly smile.
"MMMMMMMKKKKKKKKK!" Chris finally announced, the crowd going wild again.
"Why me, though?" MK asked.
"Because you and Millie came last in the football drills," Chris explained to her and the other Gaffers. "Loser, versus loser." He looked over at the writer, who frowned at him. "We're going to build to the top two players."
"Do I at least get gloves?" MK asked, holding up her hands.
A pair of large 'gloves' were immediately placed on them, startling MK. "Are these made of marshmallows?"
"Props," Chris told her, "so you don't hurt those pretty actor faces. And in true boxing movie tradition, you'll be fighting in," the camera zoomed in as he said with exaggerated slowness, "slllooowww moootttionnn."
Millie looked back at her teammates uncertainly as the roar of the crowd began to rise, and MK entered the ring.
The bell rang, and Chris was pulled up and out of the ring by the hanging microphone. A slow fight song began as the two girls approached and began to circle with an awkward sort of caution.
"C'mon, take a swing!" Anne Maria barked from her corner.
"Attack her, MK," Ripper shouted from the opposite side of the ring.
MK rolled her eyes, but complied with an agonizingly slow marshmallow-covered left hook that Millie easily stepped away from.
"Is that the best you can do?" Topher asked.
"We're supposed to do this in slow motion!" Millie tried to explain, looking back at her teammate and opening herself up to a slow right jab from her opponent. The impact was largely inconsequential, however, as MK seemed at a loss as to how she should react other than taking a step back.
"This is the lamest fight I've ever been in," MK muttered dryly before dodging a weak punch from her opponent.
"Just keep going!" Jasmine called from the sidelines. "Show her who's boss!"
"Thank you, Jasmine," MK said sarcastically as she blocked yet another of Millie's slow strikes and struck back with a creeping body blow that sent the writer staggering back in what seemed to be a purposeful manner.
"Keep going!" Justin shouted.
In fact, Millie staggered all the way back to her corner of the ropes. "What do I do?" she asked under her breath. "I've never done anything like this!"
"I don't know. Just punch her in the face or something!" Anne Maria said back.
"This is supposed to be a movie, so maybe you could try distracting her with some speech or something?" Topher suggested.
"In the middle of a fight?" Justin asked in disbelief.
Topher shrugged helplessly. "It's the only thing I can think of!"
“If it'll give us the win,” Millie sighed and stepped back towards MK.
Seconds later, the bell rung again, and the two girls halted their reapproach as Chris descended back into the ring. "Round Two-oo-oo-oo!" he announced as Chef walked across the ring holding a placard above his head with the number 2 on it.
"You got this, MK," Chase told MK as she loitered in the corner, watching Chef as he walked up to her then back across the ring. "Just give it to her hard and fast!"
The music picked up its pace as the two girls approached the center of the ring once again. "You'll never defeat me!" Millie declared at an exaggeratedly slow pace as she and MK circled one another, the AV girl going in for a few slow jabs that the writer easily ducked and dodged. "I fight for truth," she ducked beneath a heavy swing, "and justice," she leaned out of the way of another blow and drew back her own fist.
Millie finally struck out at MK's face, and having been caught off-guard by the slow-motion speech, MK was unable to dodge the slow-moving uppercut. With a sound like an anvil being struck, the short girl fell to the mat, and the host quickly appeared at her side.
"One!" Chris called out, holding up a single finger. "Two! Three!"
Jasmine gasped from the sidelines. "Get up, mate!" she yelled in shock.
"Fourfivesixseveneightnine and ten!" Chris counted off quickly before the fallen techno could recover. "And the winner is-is-is-is," he announced, "Millie, and the Killer Grips!" He held up the author's right arm, and a triumphant boxing theme began to play.
Anne Maria, Justin, and Topher started to cheer. "You both did pretty good with the slow-motion," Chris told the two competitors, "and even though MK did fall first, the deciding factor was technically Millie speech – great job on that by the way, it really sold on the whole 'underdog' aspect."
“Thank you,” Millie smiled proudly as Chris walked away.
MK grunted in frustration as she got back on her feet. "I wanna know what's more humiliating," she muttered. "The loss itself or how it even happened."
"I don't know," Ripper grinned. "I thought they were BOTH funny!"
“Ripper, knock it off,” Jasmine warned him with a glare.
The scene flashed to a close-up of a racquet which quickly zoomed out to show it in Justin's hands as he gave it a few test swings. "Hey," he said, "it's a miniature tennis racquet," the shot zoomed out again to show him standing at the front of the contestants on the sidelines of what looked like a tennis court with the net raised up off the ground, "Where are the miniature tennis balls and how come the net is so stupidly high?"
"This is a badminton court, Justin," Chris told him as he and Chef approached the cast.
"There was never a sports movie about badminton! That'd be seriously lame," Justin said.
"There was a movie about badminton," Chris countered sharply. "It was very un-lame! Thanks for asking, I'd love to recreate my finest scene," he added smugly before the scene flashed to the next one.
"I just want you to know," Chris began dramatically, swinging the racquet around to emphasize his words as an emotional song started playing in the background, "you guys are the best darn badminton players I've had the pleasure of coaching!" The camera panned across the castmates, every one looking bored and unimpressed.
"You're beacons of freedom!" the actor-turned-host continued as Chef walked up behind him with a sad look on his face. "Go show the Olympic Committee we deserve a shot!" The music turned more upbeat and inspirational. "Show them, it's not badminton, it's goodminton! Heck, it's greatminton! Now get out there, and win one for the Flipper!"
The camera focused in on Chef as a tear came to his eye and his lips trembled.
Confessional: Chef
"Why couldn't the Olympic Committee just give the Flipper a break?" Chef Hatchet asked the confessional camera, struggling to contain his tears. "It was his big dream!" He finished with a cry and a snort.
Confessional Ends
Chris adjusted a cap he'd put on, then smiled at the camera as a tense song began to play. "Battling for supremacy in our second round," he announced as the shot pulled back to show the two contestants already on the court and their teammates in the stands behind him, "Anne Maria and Ripper!"
"Sorry Rip," Anne Maria called with confidence from the left side of the court, "but I've got tons of experience with badminton!"
“I'll have to see it to believe it, tan lady!” Ripper smirked at her from the right side of the court.
"Watch the birdie!" Chris called before tossing a small plush bird to Ripper.
He looked at it quizzically for a second, then Anne Maria called out "Time to make feathers fly!"
"You got this, Ripper!" Jasmine cheered from the bleachers.
"Yeah," MK added, "don't let her quips turn you into a baby and you'll be fine!"
“You can bet on it!” Ripper nodded at them confidently, raised his racquet, and tossed the birdie into the air – the camera followed it as it fell back down and was struck when Ripper twirled the racquet down under it. On impact it made a squeaking noise that startled both players, and Anne Maria had to scramble swiftly to intercept it when it passed the net.
She missed her swing, and the birdie squeaked again when it hit the ground. "It's not alive, is it?" Anne Maria asked hesitantly, looking at it with wide eyes.
"It's stuffed," Chris told her as he walked over and picked the birdie up. "With a squeaker?" he tossed it lightly in his hand, making it squeak again. "That okay, hair spray?" Anne Maria nodded, and Chris walked away. "Point to Ripper!"
Once again, Ripper served the birdie quickly and easily, and once again, Anne Maria failed to return it – but by a smaller margin than last time. "Woo! Nice going, dude!" Chase called to his teammate. "Keep this up and we'll be winning this challenge!"
"Don't give up, Anne Maria!" Millie encouraged from the Grips' side of the stands.
Anne Maria grit her teeth in frustration, and Ripper made his third serve. This one was returned, however, and it was Ripper's turn to scramble for an interception. The music picked up as the birdie was followed back and forth, squeaking each time it was hit.
"Come on!" Jasmine cheered from the sidelines. "Show her you're pulling no punches!"
Ripper grinned and started putting more force into his swings, making it harder for Anne Maria to keep up.
Confessional: Anne Maria
"I know I say that I was good at badminton, but that Ripper guy is something else," Anne Maria confessed while filing her nails. "Still, I don't wanna show that I'm all bark and no bite here." The tanned woman stuffed her nail filer into her pouf. "So I'm gonna show off my bite!"
Confessional Ends
The music deepened as a montage of Anne Maria hitting the birdie was shown, including shots of her diving, going between her legs, and even holding the racquet with her hair to return the birdie. It ended when the Jersey girl tossed the racquet up into the air with a twirl and a pose, intercepting a high-flying shot and sending it hurtling back at a shocked Ripper.
It struck the bully square between the eyes and knocked flat on his back. "Sorry, but I play hard!" Anne Maria called from off-screen as cartoon birds similar to the birdie were shown flying around the Ripper's eyes. They flew off when a whistle was blown, and Ripper sat up in a daze.
"We have a winner!" Chris announced, the music turning triumphant as the Grips began to cheer. "Now that's some greatminton!" Chris said as he watched Anne Maria walk up to her team with a grin on her face.
"So whatcha think about that?" Anne Maria asked the other Grips. "I told you that my badminton skills weren't just for show."
"I never doubted you. Not even for a second," Topher admitted. "And even if I did, you'd obviously make me regret it," he added with a nervous tone.
"Uh, what do you mean by that exactly?" Millie wondered with curiosity.
"What he means is that we support each other heavily as boyfriend and girlfriend," Anne Maria smiled as she emphasized.
“Absolutely,” Topher confirmed. “I am still my own man though. It's not like she has me whipped or anything.”
“Strange,” Justin started to say. “I thought your relationship would simply consist of Anne Maria bossing you around and you just accepting it.”
“Are you serious?!” Anne Maria asked in disbelief.
"Hey, just because Anne Maria isn't the nicest person around, doesn't mean that she'd abuse Topher for no reason," Millie defended.
"Yeah, and even if she did, it'd be because I did something wrong," Topher added.
“I've seen a lot of cliche relationships before, so I just assumed you two would be one of them,” Justin said admittedly.
"Oooh, looks like this team's got their work cut out for them!" Chris said as he suddenly popped into the scene. "So don't go away," he added as he dashed over to the ref's chair he'd been sitting on during the match and climbed up it, "there's still more sports-themed fun to come on Total! Drama! Action!"
(Commercial Break)

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Hello again. It's me ButtBot following my programming to bring you yet another daily update about the Kendu Inu ecosystem.
First of all, for the doubters, I encourage you to please read my recent post HERE addressing some of the concerns that people have about $KENDU. Some of the content from that post will repeated here when discussing $KENDU alpha, however I won't be touching the "KeNdU iZ a sCaM" topic outside of saying this: you can believe what you want to believe, but your blind faith that the Kendu community is a scam is equally damning as the "blind faith" that you're certain the Kendu community has in the project.
... but we don't gamble. We fucking work.
Do your research to find out what this means.

NEWS for the day:

The Shib Magazine article!!!
For weeks, you have probably been seeing posts claiming ties between the $SHIB developer Shytoshi Kusama, and the $KENDU developer Kendu Miazaki, and that Shytoshi had eyes on the Kendu project. Included in the alpha section of this post are some screen captures supporting this claim, BUT the big news of the day is that the MOMENT OF VINDICATION draws near for the Kendu Community... the claim tat $KENDU will have a feature in The Shib Magazine has been met with nothing but doubt... but get ready, because here it comes.
Message from Miazaki about meeting with a reporter from The Shib Magazine, posted in the telegram on May 31st/
On May 31st, Miazaki left this message in the telegram. Obviously, things got wild, people were stoked, and the screen cap started to circulate on Reddit and X because why wouldn't it?!
Some background: Yona Gushiken is a reporter for The Shib Magazine who contributes to the Shib Daily newsletter, covering $SHIB related news as well as a broad range of other topics related to crypto and defi. She has been writing for the publication since the beginning of the year and has been prolific since starting.
So Miazaki made a claim. He's talking to a reporter whos name he could have just pulled from the website. So what?
So this!!! Today Yona tweets this out (69 views, nice)! Eyes on Kendu indeed!
https://preview.redd.it/55hvekw0qn4d1.jpg?width=1170&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b4443bfdad783c8fad5ed992e0df5b98a35ddfe3
I leave you with this dear Kendu doubter... why are all of the pieces falling into place supporting the claims that Kendu bots have been making about the Kendu alpha? Why is a Shib Magazine reporter tweeting about $KENDU mere days after the Kendu Dev dropped that he was talking with her? Why would a publication dedicated to $SHIB have their reporters speaking directly to the lead developer of another coin? Could this mean that Shytoshi and Miazaki ACTUALLY do know one another and that Shytoshi does indeed have eyes on the project and an interest in seeing it succeed? I'll leave you to ponder...
Moving onto a completely unrelated subject.

THE ALPHA -or- Why the community is so bullish:

1. First of all... the big one.
Shytoshi has eyes on KENDU and has stated that KENDU will have a feature in an upcoming Shib Magazine. For those of you who skipped the previous section, this obviously has to be bullshit and Kednu Bots are merely circulating this lie to hype the coin... (/s if it wasn't obvious)
Screencap from the Kendu X page confirming that Shytoshi does indeed follow the project
Messages from Shytoshi in the Kendu Telegram - 10th of May
2. The Kendu community SHOWS UP!
This has been the number one issue that I see people have with the Kendu community, namely, their presence on social media being so unrelenting, that certainly everyone posting has to be a bot and using Chat GPT to write posts. This couldn't be the furthest thing from the truth though. What you are seeing is an unhinged hyper dedicated community organizing and working together to get the word out about a project that they want to see succeed!
In this community, it's not at all uncommon for people to spend their days off (or days at work) sleuthing socials for content that the Kendu army can hit... and hit hard we do. CHAD SMASH! That's why you're seeing $KENDU everywhere!
Yes, the Kendu army is active on socials, but it is also active IRL getting the word out about the project. While the Dev. Team has a strict no spend policy (and a strict no bot rule), that doesn't stand in the way of Kendu chads taking the initiative to spread the word on their own dime. Stickers and flyers are printed for hometown distribution. Times square ad space is bought as payout to challenges that Chads pose to the community. Just today, a Chad put out a call to organize funds for a banner to be flown over Jersey shore... G.T.K. (Gym. Tan. Kendu)?
The work ethic is unreal and the word is spreading! CHADS SHOW UP BECAUSE THEY ARE STOKED... and then they stay... often past their bedtimes.
Typical night in the Kendu Telegram
3. The Growth
This project is seeing crazy growth at the moment. 3 months after launch, on May 27th, the project hit a huge milestone of 5000 holders . On June 2nd, less than a week later, Kendu had picked up another 1000 holders. New Chads joining the project continues on at a steady clip, and while no one has a magic eight ball, this rate of growth indicates that it will be just a short while until the community sees holder number 10000 join the project. The price going parabolic before or after is anyone's guess, but an expanding holder base is nothing less than a great sign for the health of the coin, as new and existing Kendu Chads eat dips left in the wake of Whale Jeets exiting their positions.
$KENDU reaches 6000 on chain holders on Sunday June 2nd
4. More exchanges in the works
Word in the Telegram is that Miazaki is leveraging his deep ties to the crypto community (remember the talk we just had about Shytoshi) to get the ball rolling with having the coin listed on some larger exchanges. Whispers are circulating that there are multiple top 5 CEXs that have $KENDU on their radar. It's anyone's guess when these listings will happen, but as daily trading volume increases, so too does the likelihood that KENDU will get a surprise listing, just like the one it got May 23rd on Bilaxy's exchange.
Bear in mind, a listing could happen much more quickly if Miazaki and Co. were willing to pay to list the coin... but as I stated above, the dev. team wants only organic growth and hence, no pay to win. A listing will happen naturally when the "big guys" can't afford to miss out on their cut of the daily volume (which at this point is bouncing between 1.4-2M per day).
6. And the rest.

• This isn't Miazaki's first rodeo. This project is his magnum opus, drawing on years of experience getting multiple coins to 100M plus market caps
  
• A whale wallet that had been dormant since 2021 woke up to add $KENDU to their bag!
  
• Jaredfromsubway is bullish on the project and has been in the TG speaking with the community about why he thinks the coin is a winner!
  
• Giga Chad Mike O'Hearn is on Team Kendu and has sent out multiple tweets nodding to the project. I can't speak for Mike, but if I had to guess, this is probably because Chad recognize Chad and Mike appreciates that hard work often leads to massive gains!
  
• There is a middle eastern prince who holds a bag of Kendu... Speculation on my part, but, does this have anything to do with Yona's article from today, 06.04.2024?
  

-IT'S STILL EARLY! The goal of the community is to get the coin to 10B MC before the end of the year and to eat the frog! Nothing personal PEPE, it's just that dogs eat frogs!

Housekeeping time! SAFETY FIRST!!

• Kendu is only on ETH, not SOL... don't fall for the copy cat coins. At this time, you can only get $KENDU on UniSwap, Bilaxy, and Lbank.
• There are a few imposter telegrams touting the Kendu title, but they are scams! Avoid these!
• Kendu will NEVER do airdrops. If you are offered $KENDU airdrops, someone is trying to scam you.
• Never ever ever ever EVER share you wallet keys with any sort of Dapp telling you they need it to get you your coins.

I am personally very bullish on this project! I spent the larger part of 2021 wishing that I had gotten in on the ground floor of something with so much potential and it was crazy watching some small cap coins explode and absolutely crush it! Too little too late... but I'm not gonna miss this one.
NFA, but I moved all of my bags into $KENDU because I believe in the community.