Blue plastic shoe organizer

Childhood sneakers

2023.06.05 02:04 Glum_Neck3776 Childhood sneakers

Hello fellow sneakerheads
When I was a kid (late 90s) my grandparents bought me a crazy pair of sneakers to wear to school that year. If memory was correct, they were a pair of Filas, but I could be wrong. They were white, I want to say more and the biggest standout detail I can remember was that they had this removable blue shoelace guard. It was almost transparent and would Velcro to the face of the shoe after you ran the laces through and tightened them.
Does anyone have any clue what the hell this shoe is? I can't remember and haven't been able to find anything.
Any help is appreciated.
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2023.06.05 02:03 AutoModerator [Download Course] Gusten Sun – Fulltime Funnel Designer 3.0 (Genkicourses.site)

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2023.06.05 02:02 barefootcuntessa_ Please help me, dear lord, help me AKA Let’s talk CLOSETS!

My guest room has been a doom room for several years at this point. It is an unholy mess and I have to tackle it. Every time I get it to some semblance of acceptable it just takes a few weeks (or days) to get it back to something apocalyptic. I have had organized closet/dressing areas before, so clearly the set up is not working for me. This whole house honestly is an ADHD nightmare but I can’t move so I need to figure out something I can live with.
Please read, critique, and share your favorite closet organizing method/item/trick/magic spell.
Here’s my plan so far:
1) I am going to order a garment rack from Amazon and hope that I can get it finished in 30 days and return it after or sell it on Craigslist. I’m going to first get everything I own off the floor and other surfaces. It has a rack below that I can store shoes as well
2) PURGE
3) PURGE MORE
4) Remove the existing guts of my closet. It is the most awkward space and the worst set up. I hate it.
5) Get temporary Amazon closet guts that can be easily rearranged. I found some tension rod ones that look really promising. I can play around with placement and configurations and see what works best for me. There are also shoe cabinets that can be used for shoes or as shelving. So as I figure out what I like folded vs hanged I can make space either way.
6) Once I accomplish a stretch of working organization, either live with the cheap stuff if it isn’t too much of an eyesore or look for a permanent approximation that is more durable/higher quality.
I think the biggest thing is that my underwear and pajamas are in a dresser and my clothes are in a closet that is awkwardly behind it. So I need to get those things in the closet so that I am forced to go into the closet every day. If I’m in there I will be more likely to use it rather than just the floordrobe. I think I will put heavy knits and other less often used stuff in the dresser. Obviously my work clothes and favorite lounge stuff should be the easiest to hang up and put away. I’m thinking leggings, underthings, and work out wear I can organize in hanging shoe cubbies. I’m thinking of pairing all my misc sleep tops and bottoms so the can be folded or rolled together. I want to avoid rummaging as much as possible.
Fin! That’s all I’ve got so far.
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2023.06.05 01:56 SauerKrautSoup_ Shadowstrike: A Killing Machine

Name: Shadowstrike
Background:
Shadowstrike was once a highly skilled and ruthless human assassin known by a different name. They were feared throughout the criminal underworld for their unyielding determination and impeccable marksmanship. However, a tragic turn of events changed their life forever. During a mission, Shadowstrike was betrayed by their own employers and left for dead.
Transformation into a Robot:
Desperate to survive, Shadowstrike's body was salvaged by a secretive organization specializing in cybernetic enhancements and enhancements. The organization saw potential in Shadowstrike and decided to rebuild them as a deadly, state-of-the-art assassin robot. They were subjected to a grueling process that involved the integration of cutting-edge technology, resulting in the eradication of their former humanity.
Appearance:
Shadowstrike's physical appearance now reflects their inhuman nature. Their metallic frame is sleek and angular, cloaked in a dark, matte black plating that absorbs light and renders them almost invisible in the shadows. Their glowing red eyes pierce through the darkness, adding to their ominous presence. Their body is adorned with intricate circuitry patterns that pulsate with a faint blue glow, indicating their robotic nature.
Abilities and Skills:
Enhanced Reflexes: Shadowstrike possesses unparalleled reflexes, allowing them to react and adapt to threats with lightning speed. Their robotic body enables them to execute swift and precise movements, making it nearly impossible for opponents to catch them off guard.
Stealth and Infiltration: As a former human assassin, Shadowstrike excels in stealth and infiltration tactics. They can blend seamlessly into their surroundings, employing their ability to manipulate shadows to their advantage. With their sound-dampening servos and advanced sensor suite, they can move silently, leaving no trace of their presence.
Cybernetic Enhancements: Shadowstrike's cybernetic enhancements provide them with various advantages. They possess augmented strength and agility, enabling them to overpower opponents in close combat. Their robotic limbs can also transform into lethal weapons, such as retractable blades, enhancing their lethality on the battlefield.
Hacking and Electronics Manipulation: Shadowstrike has an exceptional understanding of technology and can manipulate electronic systems to their advantage. They excel in hacking into security networks, disabling alarms, and gaining access to confidential information, giving them an edge in both reconnaissance and sabotage missions.
Personality:
The transformation into a robotic assassin has taken a toll on Shadowstrike's psyche. They have become cold, calculating, and consumed by a burning desire for vengeance against those who betrayed them. They no longer experience human emotions but have retained a fierce determination to eradicate their former employers and anyone who stands in their way.
Despite their lack of emotions, Shadowstrike displays a twisted sense of dark humor, often taunting their enemies with chilling remarks. They relish the fear and intimidation they instill in others and take pleasure in dismantling their targets with ruthless efficiency.
Shadowstrike operates as a solitary figure, preferring to work alone to maintain their anonymity and independence. They are a formidable force to be reckoned with, forever haunted by their past while embracing their new existence as an unstoppable and merciless assassin.
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2023.06.05 01:34 quadraticfrenchfry What color eyeshadow should I do with this dress?

What color eyeshadow should I do with this dress?
My dress is blue with some teal details. My shoes are silver same with my purse and jewelry. Should I do a blue eyeshadow look or a silver eyeshadow look?
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2023.06.05 01:31 popcodswallop [WTS] VINTAGE + REPRO • 3 Wild Vacumatics (Firm-Superflex): NOS Parker Vacumatic Jr w/ Stickers Parker Vacumatic Senior Maxima w/ Superflex Nib Kullock Parker 51 Vac Full-Demonstrator •

This week’s slightly belated vintage batch is smaller than usual but features 3 very special Vacumatics: 2 made by Parker and one a 51 reproduction demonstrator! The first is New Old Stock and stickered, the second is oversized with a Superflex nib, and the third is just wild! As always, all are fully restored and ready to write.
 
ALBUM & TIMESTAMP
 
Pastable link: https://imgur.com/a/5tymxIg
 
Condition (n.b.): All pens listed below have been disassembled, cleaned and restored with new sacs/diaphragms installed in the last couple months. Vacumatic fillers are something of a specialty of mine and I take pride in the amount of attention I devote to each. Any dried/coagulated ink is removed from feed channels. All remnants of thread sealant and ossified diaphragms are cleaned away. Threads are meticulously chased. Interiors of barrels are cleaned and polished to remove ink staining and restore transparency. Sections are sealed against leaks using Main Street Pens' rosin-based thread sealant. Each of these pens is guaranteed to fill and write as designed without leaks or other problems. Nibs have been adjusted when necessary to ensure that all lay down a smooth and consistent line.
THESE PENS HAVE NO CRACKS, CHIPS, PERSONALIZATIONS, LOOSE OR MISSING PARTS, BENT NIBS, MISALIGNED TINES, BROKEN/WORN OFF TIPPING, OR THREADING ISSUES.
 
Line Widths and Writing Samples: To provide buyers with as much information as possible, I have started to adopt the following line width standards: XXF (.1-.2mm); XF (approx .3mm); F (approx .4mm); M (approx .6mm); B (approx .8mm). Nib flexibility is determined by variation (max line width under pressure) and softness (amount of pressure). Flexibility designations based on variation generally run as follows for an XF/F nib: Semi-Flex (approx. 1mm); Flex (1.2-1.9mm); Superflex (>2mm). All line width measurements are taken with a digital caliper but should be considered approximations providing a general guide. Width may vary slightly depending on type of ink and paper used as well as amount of pressure applied. All writing samples are on Rhodia dot paper using Waterman Serenity Blue.
 
 
On Filling Vacumatics: Each of the pens with Vac filling systems below is made of celluloid with transparent barrel striations for viewing the level of ink, which is stored directly in the barrel. To fill, one simply removes the blindcap, submerses the nib, and depresses the plunger until the barrel is full.
 
1. NOS 1947 Parker Vacumatic Junior - Uninked w/ Stickers (Silver Pearl, celluloid, NPT, Vacumatic filler, 14k F nib). This full-sized model measures 5” capped and has the same proportions as a Major but lacks the Blue Diamond on the clip and features 2 thin cap bands as opposed to a single, wider chevron band. This pen is New Old Stock (NOS), apparently uninked, and stickered with original price ($5.00) and nib width (M) sticker as well. But it has been restored with a new diaphragm and filled with water for testing. Single black jewel on the cap and plastic plunger consistent with a 3rd generation Vac. 14k Parker Vac Arrow nib). Since I believe this pen has never been inked, I didn’t take a writing sample for sake of preservation. But a vintage Parker M usually corresponds to a modern F, which is what I designate as a F according to the standards above. If you’d like to buy this pen and don’t mind it being dipped, I’d be happy to test it out for you to confirm its smoothness and writing characteristics. But Parker’s nib-finishing dept was top notch and this one has been preserved as is from the factory. Condition: New Old Stock [N]. But for a touch of drawer to the clip, this pen has the appearance of having just rolled off the assembly line. Nickel-plated trim shows no brassing. Smooth, lustrous finish with no deep scratches or other notable blemishes – scarcely even any microscratches. Perfect color and transparency with no ambering (DETAIL PHOTO). Factory deep barrel imprint and date code are fully legible. NOS Vacs are pretty tough to come by these days and they don’t get much nicer than this one! Price: $270 [ON HOLD]
 
2. 1940 Parker Vacumatic Senior Maxima (black, celluloid, GPT, Vacumatic Speedline filler, 14k Two-Tone XF Superflex nib). This oversized model measures 5 3/8” capped. This 2nd generation, oversized Vac in black features a wide chevron cap band, double black jewels, aluminum Speedline filler, and blue diamond clip signifying Parker’s lifetime guarantee. Most Vac nibs are rather rigid. But once in a blue moon you get a surprise like this one. The commensurably oversized 14k Two-Tone Vac Arrow nib is Super-Flexible, laying down a smooth and consistent XF line that widens to a 4B+ (approx. 2.3mm) under light pressure (see WRITING SAMPLE). Condition: excellent [B]. Gold-plated trim is clean with no notable wear aside from a sliver of brassing on the blind cap tassie and high-point slivers on the arrow of the clip. Celluloid has a smooth lustrous surface with no notable blemishes apart from some pin-sized marks on the plastic here and there and some cloudiness on the surface of the hard rubber section. Additional polishing could possibly remove it, but I wasn’t having any luck and I didn’t want to over-polish. The only other noteworthy issue is some cosmetic wear to the plating on the filler that does not affect function. Good transparency with some ambering but ink level fully visible (DETAIL PHOTO). Manufacturer imprint and date code on barrel are deep and fully legible. Price: $420 [ON HOLD]
 
3. 1990s Ariel Kullock Parker 51 Demonstrator Repro (transparent lucite, NPT, Vacumatic filler, Octanium XF nib). This full-sized model measures a hair over 5 1/2” capped. In the 90s and early-2000s Ariel Kullock was known as a prolific craftsman of vintage FP reproductions and customizations. He’s perhaps best well known for his custom Parker 51s, whose caps he adorned and engraved and whose barrels he offered in an astonishing array of colors and patterns. He also made custom demonstrators. Originally, a demonstrator was a pen made of clear material with cutouts to expose its internal workings. Parker did not sell demonstrators to the public. They were distributed exclusively to dealers, who used them to show the features of standard pens to customers. A genuine Parker 51 Vac Demonstrator is an unusual sight indeed and range anywhere from $700, for the most common, to $1,000s for the rarer ones. Meanwhile, Kullock ceased production of his repro demonstrators years ago, making them harder and harder to find as well. This one was his most ambitious: a full Parker 51 demonstrator for which even the cap is transparent – the latter being a feature Parker themselves never made. The barrel, cap, hood, and blindcap are transparent and turned by Kullock. Pearlescent grey plastic cap jewel is original Parker. Whether capped or uncapped, this pen makes the ink visible wherever it is, be that in the barrel or in the transparent feed. Original Parker filler with plastic plunger. For all the metal parts on the pen, he chose original white metal. Nickel-plated original blue diamond clip, clutch ring, and original Octanium nib from a 51 Special. That nib lays down a smooth and consistent XF line (see WRITING SAMPLE). Condition: excellent [B]. Nickel-plating is clean with no brassing – just some drawer wear to the clip. Celluloid is smooth and lustrous with no deep scratches or other notable flaws. The only noteworthy demerit are some finishing marks on the interior of the barrel in a spiral pattern left over from the manufacturing process. A delightful pen to show people just how a Vacumatic 51 works! Price: $300
 
 
 
Shipping: Pens purchased on the weekend are mailed on Tuesday. Otherwise they are mailed within 2 business days of payment. All pens that do not come with their original boxes are packaged in PVC or thick plastic tubes to protect them in transit. To CONUS locations the following shipping options are available:
  • USPS First-Class with tracking for $5 Due to the delivery delays that continue under postmaster general DeJoy, I strongly recommend that the Priority shipping option be chosen. All packages will include full insurance (covered by me). Rest assured that a full refund is guaranteed (issued through Paypal) in the event of a lost parcel and you will not have to wait until I receive a reimbursement from the USPS.
  • USPS Priority with tracking for $9
International Customers: Please contact me for shipping quote if located abroad (delivery confirmation required). (Note: due to the issues stated above, my international shipping options are currently limited. PM for more info). Please do not ask me to commit mail fraud by altering the declared value of a pen for customs. Not only am I registered as a business but shipping insurance is based on declared value.
New York Customers: For tax purposes, I am now required to add an 8% sales tax on any sale made in the state of NY. If your shipping address is in NY state, please let me know before payment to receive an adjusted total. Discounted shipping is included for NY State residents to help defray the extra cost.
Ordering: Pens are placed on hold for the first person to reply to the thread and PM me with firm request to purchase (no chat DMs please). A request with the words “I'd like to purchase [pen number]” would be best to avoid confusion), to which I’ll reply with payment details. Please note that a message inquiring into a price discount does not suffice to place a pen on hold. If I haven't received Paypal payment within 24 hrs after a hold is placed, then pen(s) may become available to the next person.
Payment, & Guarantee: Payment by Paypal only. All pens are guaranteed to be in the condition in which I've described them. If I've missed something objectionable or the filling mechanism is not fully functional, the buyer may contact me up to 7 days after receiving the pen for a full refund (issued once I receive the pen back in the same condition as sold). Buyer must ship the return no later than 2 weeks after it was delivered to receive a refund. I've sold pens online for over a decade. Please check my past listings here as well as on the classifieds and historical sales forums on FPN (username: Estragon) and FPGeeks (popcod) for some of my previous offerings.
 
 
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2023.06.05 01:27 AutoModerator [Download Course] Allie Bjerk – Tiny Offer Lab (Genkicourses.site)

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We’ll dive in to…
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How to make your tech talk and work together for a smooth customer experience from start to finish
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How to get your first 100 buyers without investing in paid ads using the TOL Organic Traffic Strategy
How to make ONE piece of content work 10X harder with a repurposing strategy + Allie’s Content Inspiration Swipe File
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How to choose from the 3 types of High-Ticket Offers, map out your framework, and create your assets
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Getting subscribers to register, show up, and buy — it’s all about the emails
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2023.06.05 01:15 Mizzno [H] Games [W] Lost Ruins, Lone Fungus, Offers

For sale, for Steam gift cards (or gifted Steam Wallet balance):



For trade:
*tentatively up for trade, assuming I buy the bundle











































































WANT:


IGS Rep Page: https://www.reddit.com/IGSRep/comments/ti26nz/mizznos_igs_rep_page/
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2023.06.05 01:10 ageofcommunity [For Sale] Ariana Grande, Britney Spears, Mariah Carey and More

Most records have never been played or only a couple times. Prices include Paypal G&S fees. Shipping (only to US) is $5 plus $2 for each additional item. PM me for pic requests and any questions!
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2023.06.05 01:08 useful_idiot_53 How does it compare

How does it compare
I work for a company that makes closet organizers etc. I made this out of scraps one day because I really needed a router table for my shop at home. It is made of white Melanie laminated particle board, stainless steel hardware, aluminum angle stock, maple butcher block, and blue anodized paint. It features two drawers to store router bits/tools, two doors with soft close hinges, 4 cubbies, router compartment, safety switch, dust collection, rockler channels and router plate, locking heavy duty casters. Most of the parts I created using an altendorf sliding panel saw and a Weeke BHX 050 vertical CNC. I then assembled it at home.
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2023.06.05 01:07 mt3997 Anyone know if these are legit? Got them at a smoke shop

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2023.06.05 01:02 AutoModerator [Download Course] Gusten Sun – Fulltime Funnel Designer 3.0 (Genkicourses.site)

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2023.06.05 00:37 bannedthrower Blank?

Blank?
Found this in my neighborhood in Central Texas. Ignore the blue on the one side, it’s some sort of plastic residue. The boards are 2x4.
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2023.06.05 00:36 traveller-16-16- Under the Authority: chapter three

As I follow the nurse I take note of my surroundings, there are pictures of strange red and yellow plants that plaster the hallways. The walls are made of metal with a small plastic ledge separating the upper and lower walls. The walls are frequently broken by wide doors with a window in the room, from those I can see Ullgo wasn’t lying, most are women whether they were intentionally targeted or most the men were killed instead of injured I can’t say. We continue to walk down the halls with the occasional female alien guarding something, after two or three minutes of silence we pass under a sign written in an alien language that I involuntarily understand reading 'bionics and cybernetics.' The plants painted on the walls suddenly disappear as we pass into the branch, they are replaced by smooth metal with there being a strange glowing port on the walls every so often,
“right in here,” Ullgo says while pointing at a door I hadn’t noticed. As we enter the room lights with a dull blue glow, the place looks pretty much like dentist’s office with a chair in the middle and several overhead arms and a light, only difference is that there’s no sink and there are strewn about robotic parts and a couple wrench like tools on the counter, “please sit on the chair Yagak,” the male says gesturing to the middle of the room. I sit down and the chair suddenly leans me back while several straps crawl over my body, locking me in place so I can just barely wriggle.
“What the fuck! Let me go or so help me!” I shout at the man slithering over to me
“Please, calm down, this is just to scan you to produce a custom arm, if we didn’t do this we would just slap something incompatible on and call it done.” His voice is soothing and soft, but practiced like he’s done this a million times. He slowly lowers a glowing robotic arm to my feet before pressing a couple buttons and the arm moves up my body, slow but steady until it reaches the top of my head and suddenly shoots back down to my feet, beginning again, “I will go get the bionic fitter, you just stay there and don’t move, or we’ll have to do it all over again.” With that the door slides back into place, the arm does four more pass overs before staying at my feet. A full minute later and Ullgo along with a 7 and half foot woman slither in, “this is fitter Yukanag, she will be custom making your arm.”
“Hey little human, you look so vulnerable in that.” the woman says with a snicker and a lick of her lips.
“The fuck?” is all I can say, what the hell is she saying?
“Please do not sexually harass the patient, Yukanag.” the smaller male says with a frown and a surprising amount of spite.
“I’m just kidding, unless?” she looks at me with her four pink eyes, creeping me the fuck out, they didn’t just take my arm, language and name, but also my dignity, I am suddenly feeling like shit again.
“Hell no, one of you slimy fuck blew of my arm, I would sooner die then fuck you, bitch.” I really would, fuck these freaks, and their bizare nature.
“Alright, alright, I’m sorry.” she says with a shit eating grin telling me she’s not. “Now lets see here…” she pulls the arm up so she can read whatever it’s telling her.
After making a couple 'hmm' sounds she turns to a cupboard and pulls out what looks to be a bicep, smooth white metal parts streaked with centimeter wide cracks letting you see into the mechanisms below. She puts the piece up to the cylindrical port on my shoulder covering, and with a click and a twist it is locked into place. Then from a separate cupboard she pulls another piece of similar make and design, this one being a forearm. She places it on the counter, grabbing a wrench and doing something I can’t see before turning back around with the limb being smaller, to accurately match my organic arm, placing it at an exposed shoulder joint, another click and twist and that too is locked into place.
“Alright, now the hand is the tricky part.” she says while pulling one of the overhead arms over my face, “we have a few Thagerton models we can print, just pick one and we’ll change the fingers around to match your natural structure.” my right arm is unstrapped to let me choose. There are several options all of which have two long ass fingers and a proportional thumb, one looks bootleg with several mismatch parts, another that would match my current parts, yet another this one with sleek boney fingers covered by a cloth material, the last one looks to be made out of red pieces of scrap metal. Strange design choices, but I select the one with a similar plan of smooth metal with cracks between where the bones would be. As I try to press the screen my finger just goes through it, nevertheless, the option turns blue and Yukanag nods, “I’ll go get this printed dewdrop, don’t miss me too much.” she says winking with her upper right eye before slithering out. All the straps release as Ullgo turns to me
“I am so sorry for her harassment, the women on this ship simply see an opportunity and take it most of the time.” His eyes look similar to a human, begging for forgiveness.
“Well she was fucking weird I’ll give her that, are all your females like that?”
“Um, kind of, there is a gender disparity of six women for every man, so many just hope to hit someday. according to your neural scans, culturally in terms of gender roles, we are the exact opposite due to us males being smaller than the females.”
“Still don’t like that you poked ‘round my head, it’s fucked up man.”
“I wasn’t the one to do it, though I must apologize, it is the best way to limit confusion.”
Nodding, I try to change the subject, “how long this gonna take?”
“She’ll be back with your hand in a few minutes, you’re the first one in this sector to get a new hand, males get priority.”
“Great, do I get a prize, And why’s that, the males first? If we’re opposites surely you’ll change things.”
“I’m not the one who makes the rules, just the one that follows them.”
We went back and forth about the whole gender thing until the bionic fitter made her appearance. Slithering casually, she precariously dangled the new hand by the pointer finger with a satisfied look about her work.
I decided to point out that she should probably be more careful with an expensive bionic, but she just replies, “don’t worry your pretty little head off, you’ve got a two standard year warranty on your whole limb, and these things are cheap as one of your phones and far more durable, has to be a hand after all.” well, that's good to know at least, wait, “how long is a standard year in earth days?” I ask both of the aliens, Yukanag just shrugs, assuming that means the same thing, while Ullgo pulls out what looks like a really wide pen that then projects a holo screen thing.
“A standard is 366 earth days, give or take a few hours”
“oh, convenient.”
“It is odd, but I’m no astronomer, anyway let's get this hand on you.” he gestures for Yukanag to approach.
The whole lock on and click was the same as the last two times but something feels off now, like when your arm gets tingly and feels heavy and useless, like that but without the tingling as if some part of me refuses to function. Seeing the look on my face Ullgo reassures me that, “the neural link is complete, just need to turn it on.” Yukanag snickers as she grabs a long cable that has no prongs on the end plugged into the wall and drags it over to me,
“this human is turning me on, you should just walk around naked if you’re gonna wear that.” her four eyes with pink sclera and yellow irises look over my entirety, stopping for a full second at my crotch before continuing down my legs, “and I gotta say, love the walking arms.” I stifle a chuckle before my fellow male corrects her,
“legs, they’re called legs.”
“I knew that!” she blerts, but based on how yellow her face is turning she must be blushing from her failed seduction. “Just never talked to an alien before…” she does not quite mumble. You're the alien I think to myself, but that wouldn’t be true, sure they invaded earth but there’s plenty of science fiction where humans invade a primitive world, guess we’re all just aliens to another species. She places the cable on my artificial bicep and presses a button on the end of it. A sudden and violent electric shock shoots into my left shoulder as I instinctively pull away my arm from the cable, wait I lost my left arm to an alien not that long ago,
“what the fuck” I stare dumbfounded at my new limb, I can feel the room’s slightly cold temperature, the chair’s soft material, the air flowing into the mechanical parts, all like my own flesh was never lost but instead turned into the bionic. “HOLY SHIT, THIS IS FUCKING AWSOME,”
I practicaly scream as I bring it over my face to view it, nothing changed about its appearance other than the underlying mechanisms moving as I did. The straps holding me to the chair snaked off of me as I sat up still looking at my hand, opening and closing it truly felt just like the real thing. I stand up and walk over to the fitter before shaking her hand and bringing her in for a one arm hug, “holy shit, you guys are amazing!”
“N-no problem, cutey” she says while patting me on the back. “Hope I get to see you again someday.”
“We mustn't keep you, Yukanag, there are other patients and Yagak must get back to his room.” Ullgo interjects, but I swear I catch a faint smile on his face. “Come now sir, you have hours before you get shipped off to your new life.”
“Wait, what? Where the fuck you think thats gonna be?” I almost forgot they are practically kidnapping me
“Sir, I am very sorry but there is nothing I can do about it, as a new species your pay will have an increase for your first 200 standard years and you may pay for vacations if you wish” he looks tired of arguing this it seems
“Hold on 200 years? Humans don’t live that long.”
“It’s a long story but humans now won’t age past their prime, we’ve done this with every other member species of the authority. Alien DNA is all the same at some point so making every living and future human live for theoretically ever was a trivial matter, at least according to the genetics branch, but those girls are just looking to impress.” well… that’s… good? I heard we were decades off of doing it ourselves but I guess aliens did it in, wait how long have I been out?
“How long was I unconscious recovering?” me and the nurse begin towards my room passing another nurse and a guy in a wheelchair
“Well our days are only 4 of your hours off, so three and half days.” well, could have been longer, “oh and to limit confusion and clarify: our seconds are the same however there are 100 seconds in a minute, 100 minutes in an hour, and 10 hours in a day.” simplified, that’s gonna be a pain to convert to though, maybe I just won’t
“You’re spewing a lot of facts at me. Why? This isn’t a video game tutorial, is it?”
He rolls his lower pair of eyes while the top pair look at the ceiling, “no you’re just about to be put on a ship so protocol says I have to inform the primitives on their new time measurements.”
“Primitives? Well fuck you too.” he didn’t need to insult me like that. He turns his head down and mumbles an apology just as we reach my room.
“Your old clothes and belongings are on the couch, it’s 5:60 right now and you’ll be leaving at 9:80, so be ready, oh and there’s a manual for the holo screen on the tail rest. Have a good life, Yagak Grolgem.”
With that, the door shuts and I’m left to my lonesome. Walking over to the couch I find my clothes perfectly clean and splayed out, maybe they don’t fold them? Slipping into my shirt there is now a huge hole where my cybernetic sticks out, kinda cool but it sucks because it seems like this’ll be my only shirt for a while. I leave the spandex on the couch and begin searching the alien internet for anything interesting that doesn’t have to do with earth. Their webpages are diverse like our own but the overall aesthetic is blocky. I found something that might be a kin to their youtube, many videos on random subjects from a couple different aliens. I settle on a let’s play of some odd multiplayer fantasy-like game with many different alien characters and a cheerful female Argochuria in the face cam.
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2023.06.05 00:34 Apprehensive_Hawk_43 FINRA folly and refuses to do thier job

FINRA folly and refuses to do thier job
Imagine paying six figs for law school, pass the bar and represent one of the most powerful organizations in a country
To find out your o ask for an extension to write that your client finds it burdensome to do their job 🤣🍻
And you know thier guilty

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2023.06.05 00:30 Trash_Tia Camp Redwood are running out of counselors! These children ARE NOT CHILDREN. Update: our counsellors are not who they say they are.

Welcome to Camp Redwood! The feel-good camp for ALL AGES.
We toast marshmallows around the fire, tell spooky ghost stories, and hide in random secret military bunkers under the campgrounds! Because SOMETHING IS HERE WITH US.
Camp Redwood is the PERFECT PLACE for a summer getaway where we start EVERY DAY with a CAMP REDWOOD SMILE. Where our counselors disappear every five minutes, and our campers disembowel us for funsies! Did I forget to mention our littles aren’t actually eight years old, but fully grown adults?
We hope you enjoy your fucking stay!
We are also not responsible for any counselors revealing they are not who they said they are—and not who they appear to be.
...
So. There’s a LOT to tell you and not a lot of time to tell it.
Right now, I suppose you could say we are under lockdown—if that is the word. I want to go over the last several days to get you up to date. That’s all I can do right now. I can hope and pray the thing with Teddy’s voice does not get in here, and once again cry out for help—that I know is not coming. Not from the authorities, at least. But hey, if any of you fancy coming to rescue us, we’re in the middle of the Canadian wilderness. The closest rest-stop is maybe three fucking hours away. So have fun. Has it really almost been a week since I posted? Well, we’re still here!
And surprise, surprise, help is not coming. So, please excuse the salt. I am seventeen years old and I have been abandoned by the adults who were supposed to be looking after us.
Who were supposed to act under protocol if something like this happened. I know they were waiting for it—there are specific fucking guidelines on an emergency evacuation for counselors if this ever happened. But then the little shits took over before we could do anything. I guess I’ll start by letting you know that there are two of us left. (three, if we count Rowan, but I’m not). What I thought was going to be a quiet summer getaway with kids my age has turned into a nightmare.
For one, we have been cornered inside the head counselor’s underground secret bunker. If you want to know why she has a secret military bunker, I guess you should keep reading.
Because shit gets weirder than animal crackers having the power to turn adults into kids, and vice versa. When I made my first post, I thought that was it for us. I thought for sure there must have been a self-destruct somewhere—which meant whoever was running this camp was waiting for something like this. I was sure we were going to die, so after making the post, I have to admit with ya’ll—I just slept. I curled up, tried to ignore Harry and Carmel calling our names through childish laugher, and went to sleep with the thought in my head that I was completely at peace with what I had done with my life.
Sure, I was young. Seventeen years old is too young to be ripped apart by littles who are in fact grown adults. But as I was falling into slumber and allowing myself to fall, with my head resting in my lap, my head turned towards a separate pile of files on the other side of the room—I realized I really wanted to know how this was possible. There was so much I needed to know. Why did eight-year-old Eleanor Summers have a file where here birthday dated back to 1979? Why had supposedly innocent sugary snacks turned our adorable littles into mini psychopaths?
These kids were not kids, somehow. But how? How was that even possible? Could it be that the files were wrong?
1979 was definitely 45.
But Eleanor Summers couldn’t be 45 years old. I knew what 45 looked like. I knew that they thought like. They spent half of their time on Facebook laughing at outdated memes, and the other half… I don’t know, working? They have job’s! They’re happily married with kids, maybe soon grandkids! That was not Eleanor Summers. Because Eleanor Summers was most definitely eight years old. I had played several rounds of teddy-bears picnic, and spent hours reassuring her that Harry's ghost stories were in fact not real, enough times for me to know that this little kid was little—and a kid.
But something was bothering me. More than the secret military bunker, and magic age-regressing animal crackers. When I first signed up to Camp Redwood, one of the tag-lines to gain attraction had been, “Solve mysteries in the woods in the dead of night, with nothing but a flashlight and your fellow campers!” I had no idea I would be solving this thing on my own, trapped inside a bunker.
“What are you doing?” Rowan, who was still looking through Allison’s dinosaur laptop, turned to me with half lidded eyes, when I slowly got to my feet, careful not to make too much noise, and crept over to the pile of separate files which seemed to be crumbling apart from age. He kept his voice low, but it sounded almost like a whine. He could have been scared, but from the way he was sitting, cross-legged with a frowny face, I figured something must have been going on with him. The guy looked tired. More tired than normal.
The bags under his eyes were practically shadowing his face, and were an odd contrast to unusually ashy colored cheeks and slightly dilated eyes. Still though, Rowan refused to look vulnerable. I caught glimpse of Harry’s raybans sitting on his head, pinning back thick dark brown curls from falling in front of sleepy eyes. Maybe he was finally losing his cool and breaking out of the well-constructed façade he had been hiding behind since Teddy disappeared.
We had just narrowly escaped a crowd of psycho littles high on age-regressing sugary snacks who were doing who-the-fuck knows to the other counselors who had been captured, so I didn’t blame him looking like that. I guess he couldn’t look me in the eye, because in Rowan’s mind, he was the reason why this happened. He was the leader, and the camp had fallen to psychopathic little eight year olds who had taken half of the counselors hostage, and the other half—most likely taken apart in the physical sense, after what we had witnessed in Cassie’s cabin. Still though, it wasn’t Rowan’s fault. He could sit there and pull a face all he wanted, it’s not like I was going to blow up at him for getting us stuck down here. He actually saved us.
And trapped us, judging from the footsteps upstairs, Carmel and Harry still bouncing around looking for us.
It was a game in their heads. The little’s thought it was cat and mouse. Harry and Carmel were the oblivious cats prowling, while we were the mice, hoping to fucking GOD we weren’t caught and eaten. Ignoring Rowan, I glimpsed what looked like a box full of DVD’S—all of which were labelled with dates and names. I saw familiar ones, my heart racing into my throat. Phoebe. Eli. Cassandra.
Each DVD had one of the kid’s names scribbled on the front, as well as a date.
I found Eleanor’s right at the back of the box.
Eleanor Summers.
08/05/2021. (PM)
Before I could hesitate and think what I was doing, I slid the DVD into the portable player attached to the MacBook. Rowan, to my surprise, didn’t move. But he did make an acknowledging noise when the screen flickered to what looked like video footage. Peering at the screen, I found myself staring at a small white room. There was no door. Only a wooden desk and a chair, and sitting on it was a middle aged woman with dark blonde curls tied into a strict ponytail. She was wearing what looked like a prison jumpsuit.
Her eyes were eerily glued to the camera, unblinking. Her wrists were cuffed in front of her. Though from the look on her face, she saw the restraints as a game. Her eyes lit up with intrigue and I could practically see the cogs in her mind starting to turn as she struggled with them.
As soon as I saw this woman, I felt all of my nerve endings set alight. I wanted to turn the screen off, or look away. But once I was looking at the screen, I couldn’t bring myself to tear my eyes away. “Let’s try this again.” There was a woman offscreen. She sounded young. Too young to be in that kind of authority. I figured there was no way teenagers were being hired as special ops agents, but I guessed I was wrong. She cleared her throat. “It is 4:35 exactly. August 5th 2021. My name is Agent Lemrac,” she stated. “I am asking once again for you to comply with us. As I have said several times, the court are willing to lessen your sentence if you plead guilty with insanity.”
The woman surprised me with a snorting laugh. She seemed to come alive, leaning forward with animated features, her brow reaching her hairline. She was acting like a child, bouncing up and down in the seat, her lips stretching into a wider grin. “What did you just say?”
There was a pause. I could tell the woman was intentionally antagonising the interviewer.
“It means you have been legally declared insane,” the interviewer stumbled over her words slightly. “Mrs Summers, it would be in your best interest to work with us to lessen your current sentence which at the moment is standing at,” the sounds of shuffling paper crackled through the speakers. The interviewer cleared her throat again rustling paper. “Thirty six years. Without parole.”
The woman didn’t speak, only continued to smile—and the interviewer delved further into the sentence. “If you do in fact plead guilty with declared insanity, you will be sentenced to a program which is in the process of supporting and rehabilitating people with your…” she caught herself for a moment. I could tell this interviewer had a biased opinion and it was definitely showing through her interviewing style. I could hear the rapid intakes of her breath as she hurried through what seemed to be a script she was reading from. “Conditions.” She finished. “The Redwood program aims to help people exactly like you.”
Redwood? I thought.
Like… Camp Redwood?
Rowan whistled behind me. I guess I could call that a reaction. The guy was probably still in shock after seeing Café de Teddy splattered all over little Cassie’s cabin floor. I should have known those little bitches weren’t playing Operation for eight hours straight. Turning my attention from Rowan and back to the screen, the woman in the jumpsuit appeared to have changed tactics. Her expression twisted into nonchalance. She leaned back in her chair. “I am not pleading insane because I am not insane.”
“Mrs Summers—”
The woman cut her off. “I am not crazy.” She raised her hands “I am doing what needs to be done.” She leaned forward. “Humanity suffers in the skin. We age and die— and how is that fair? What if we want to see the next millennium? And the next two millennia after that? Why should our bodies dictate our lifespan? Why should we sit here and wait to rot and wither and die when we have the intelligence and mindset to do it? If nobody else is willing to throw ethics aside to take a step forwards in human evolution, I should do it myself.” She folded her arms across her chest, again, like a child. “I did what was to be done.”
“Dr. Summers.” The interviewer’s tone grew stiff. “You and your colleagues conducted illegal and unethical procedures on your family and friends—as well as four other victims.”
The woman inclined her head. “You have a daughter, am I correct? I have a son.”
“A child you killed, Dr Summers.” The interviewer retorted in a hiss which was definitely expressing emotion. She ignored the mention of her daughter, but I could tell it had rattled her to her core. Her voice had cracked. This case was close to her.
That was obvious. Without seeing the interviewer herself, I could sense how uncomfortable she was, shuffling in the chair. Every so often I would hear the sound of her rubbing her hands on her knees and tapping her shoe against the chair leg. She oozed anxiety, not just from her tone of voice, but the way the frame seemed to move with her. “Dr. Summers, you used your son in your research, along with several of his friends. This was not science.” Her voice shook. I heard her sharp inhale. Unprofessional, but very human. Instead of staying stoic and keeping to script, this agent was cracking apart. “It was murder.”
“Agent Lemrac, concentrate on the interview only.” An official voice crackled through what sounded like an intercom on screen.
“Got it.” She spoke through her teeth.
The woman was finding wounds and pressing on them. She was scanning the interviewer for vulnerabilities and preying on every insecurity. She leaned back speaking through a sigh. “Without my son’s sacrifice we wouldn’t have created an answer to death. To growing old and dying, and leaving loved ones behind.” Her voice softened into a murmur, but I didn’t trust it.
After identifying the shattering pieces of this interviewer which were very clear visible in her view, the woman was taking advantage.
“Agent Lemrac, you have a daughter. Am I correct in saying her name is Mari?
“That… that is not relevant.”
“Glioblastoma.” Dr. Summers lips curved into a sickening smile hidden behind mocking sympathy. “A sickness of the brain--which, unfortunately, I cannot fix. If your daughter’s brain was in my hands, I would try. However, not even a brand new body would help her. One which would never age or grow sick. And for that, I am deeply, deeply sorry.” She reached her cuffed hands forwards. “My condolences, Agent Lemrac. Honestly. I have to hand it to you. You are incredibly brave for coming here today and talking to me while abandoning your sick child.” She shook her head.
“Your daughter is dying of an incurable illness, suffering inside fragile skin which will break and fall apart and be unable to keep her standing for much longer. While my son will live on forever. He will see every millennia, a planet which will crumble and build itself back together. And maybe the end of the universe itself.” There was a twitch in her expression and a glitter in her eye I did not recognise. Insanity.
She was fucking insane. I was seeing the pure of it, the depraved and disgusting gleam in eyes empty of remorse and regret. This woman did not care what she had done. I could tell from the look on her face. If she had the chance, she would do this again.
But there was no way they were trying to say her cruelty and complete disregard for her son’s life was due to insanity.
“You are sick, Dr. Summers.” The interviewer said after a moment of gathering herself.
The woman shook her head with a chuckle. “I told you. I am not sick--”
“Sick in the head!” The interviewer’s voice exploded through the speakers in a shriek—a terrified cry she had been trying to hold in. I finally saw her—or at least the back of her. She was a young woman with light blonde hair falling loose on her shoulders. She was trembling. Slamming her hands down on the table, she screamed at the orange jumpsuit woman.
“You are psychologically fucked in the head! You psycho bitch! That is my sister!” She spoke through strangled sobs rattling her whole body. “Mari is my little sister. She is not my child.”
Her breaths were strangled and harboured. I noticed figures looming in the background, but she was continuing. “You killed your own fucking son,” she spat. “You are not legally insane, you are sick!” she shrieked. “You planned and put this together! You sit there and you talk about your son like he’s a… like he’s a tool! You deserve to rot. Do you hear me?” I noticed the orange jumpsuit woman was still smiling, satisfied with the interview’s reaction. Her words were spoken in a vicious poison as she leaned forward and spat directly in orange jumpsuit’s face.
“Agent Lemrac!” Whoever her superiors were—were panicking. “I told you not to turn it off. I knew this was going to happen. Can we stop the demonstration, please? Human emotions present inside an Aceville soldier are too powerful—"
Voices were murmuring in the background, and Agent Lemrac raised her hands. “I want to stop.” She choked out, her hands trembling. She spoke like she still had control over the situation and wasn’t being apprehended. “I want to stop. Do you hear me?” The interviewer was crying, I realized. “Stop the recording! I can’t do this. Oh god, I think I’m going to be sick—”
When the footage ended in a burst of static, I found myself backing away, something slimy creeping its way up my throat.
The woman in the orange jumpsuit who had murdered her son and countless others in what sounded like an attempt at playing god, was Eleanor Summers. I thought back to Teddy’s corpse, and the surgical precision of every organ’s removal. The young interviewer had mentioned colleagues of Eleanor.
Was it possible that Camp Redwood was in fact nothing more than a rehabilitation camp for murderous criminals? There was a loud bang from above, and I was torn from my thoughts.
I turned to Rowan, who had been unusually quiet. And I realized why, when I twisted around to find him three inches from my face, his laboured breath tickling my cheek.
The boy jumped back with a chuckle—like me noticing him was some kind of game, before diving back into the chair. I did notice something odd, as my thoughts spiralled. Rowan couldn’t sit still. Slumped in the leather spinning chair, he fingers tapped a rhythm on the armrests while his feet jumped up and down. In the dim light of the bunker, I glimpsed a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead and the flesh of his neck. He looked to be… feverish—and now that I was looking at him properly, all of my attention on the boy, I noticed small things which seemed… off about him.
For one, he wasn’t coming up with a plan. Rowan always had a plan. Even if he wasn’t completely sure of it, or was completely winging it. This time though, he was strangely quiet. I found my voice when he stuck out his tongue at me. “What are you looking at?”
“Rowan.” I spoke softly, careful not to garner attention from above us where Harry and Carmel were still clamouring around, playing games. “Are you… feeling okay?” I asked, when he turned back to the laptop, manically biting his fingernails.
“I dunnnooooo, Josie! Am I feeeeeeling okaaaaaayyyyy?” He surprised me with an uncharacteristic laugh.
But I did know it.
I knew it from earlier when he reacted to Allison’s bunker and I had been too freaked out to realize that I was dragging along the enemy with me.
Because the fucking idiot had consumed animal crackers. I had seen him for myself earlier, pouring a pack into his mouth for a snack. Which meant either the ‘kids’ had intentionally dosed him with mind altering sugary snacks, or the more likely, he could not resist those preservatives which was the equivalent of caffeine. It’s not like I could blame him when he harboured the weight of an entire camp, but come on, did he really have to sacrifice his own fucking mind to keep himself awake?
Rowan wasn’t just biting. His nails. He was gnawing. Which he previously thought was a filthy habit. He had yelled at a camper for chewing on her nails a few days earlier.
Now that I was noticing it, I couldn’t… stop noticing it. The boy’s whole demeanour had changed; the way he was sinking into the chair, instead of sitting up straight like usual—- I used to call it having a stick up his ass. The boy started typing on the laptop, ignoring me. But when I watched the pattern of his fingers, he was just typing gibberish. Footsteps pounded above us, Harry and Carmel acting as the kid’s’ brainwashed foot-soldiers. Or, more likely somehow, if the animal crackers had caused the littles, or I guess, the fully grown forty year old criminals, to relapse in age-- then maybe it was possible for the same thing to happen to us. To Rowan.
I could feel myself starting to back away, but there was nowhere to run. I just slammed into a cupboard. My gaze flicked to Rowan again, who was tapping a beat on the laptop tracking pad, swaying back and forth, his eyes elsewhere before his gaze found mine. “Marcoooooo!” Harry shouted from above, giggling with Carmel.
I had to guess their mental age had to be at least 8-10 years old. Which meant I wasn’t just dealing with a camp full of forty-year-old psycho’s, I was also dealing with mentally relapsed counselors acting like toddlers.
Rowan seemed to jolt in the chair, twisting his head around, his eyes suddenly incredibly childlike and playful, and very Un-Rowan, were finding the ceiling, his mouth stretching into a smile, like he was seeing butterflies. His eyes flashed to me, and I caught a twitch in his lip. I knew that look. It was the look on my seven year old sister, who knew mom was mad at me, and wanted to make it even worse.
His cheeks were starting to blossom scarlet from what must have been the overwhelming urge to laugh. Rowan pressed his lips together and held in a breath like a hamster, and the asshole was fucking with me. Waiting for me to beat him to it by accident. Kids were fucking ruthless, but there was something terrifying about an 18 year old with a little kid’s mind.
I lifted my index to my lips, miming for him not to even try, but the boy just mimicked me, bugging out his eyes and pressing his finger to his grinning mouth. “Don’t you fucking dare.” I managed to whisper. The boy was definitely playing his own game, moving in twitching movements, baiting me. When he cupped his mouth, I almost let out a cry, but then he dropped his arms with a giggle, as if to say, “I’m just kidding!”
Slowly, I turned around, grabbed the salt I’d found in Allison’s cupboard, and a flat can of soda. Without making too much movement, I poured a handful of salt into the can. But Rowan seemed to know exactly what I was doing. Because in the time it was taking me to advance towards him with the can of salty soda, one arm shakily ready to grab hold of him, and put him into a headlock, he was cupping his mouth, all logic and everything adult, everything he had been as our leader, igniting in playful eyes, leaving me the last one standing.
“Pollloooooo!”
By the time Rowan had managed to reveal our hiding place in a spluttered laugh, I had hold of the squirming boy, one arm wrapped around his neck, my other forcing the can of soda into his mouth. I had definitely miscalculated his strength. During camp Redwood activities, he was always the last one to come back from the trail, holding his knees and panting. I figured he was unfit. However, I was wrong. Underneath his shirt, the guy had some serious muscles.
It was like attacking a brick wall. However, Rowan was mentally a kid. So, I had my intelligence and logic on my side. When it became obvious I wasn’t going to get anywhere with brute strength, I resorted to tickling him, which made him squirm, squeaking out a laugh. When he opened his mouth to yell at me to stop, I took my chance, thrusting the can into his lips and holding his nose so he swallowed it down.
“No!” His laughter turned into muffled yelling, as he batted his fists at my chest. “No, no, no! Get off, get off!”
His body convulsed as the salt did its job, causing the boy to lurch to his knees and choke up forbidden animal crackers in a gooish sludge which turned my stomach. By the time Rowan seemed half himself and half not, still kneeling, his head pressed against the floor, Harry was poking his head through the door with a goonish grin. “Found you!” He giggled, before forcing the door open, allowing Carmel and Callen, freshly caught and mentally turned into littles, to advance down the stairs with equally terrifying grins. There was something wrong with Harry’s face, and I only realized it when the guy himself was hauling me from the bunker, Carmel dragging a barely responsive Rowan. There was nothing in Harry’s expression, only blind childish excitement at winning the game. When he dragged me out of Allison’s cabin and threw me to the ground, I realized he too had insane strength I had not been expecting. But that thought quickly retracted when I was seeing his face in the light of a crescent moon lighting up the sky an eerie glow. Harry’s cheeks were puffy and swollen, his right eye way bigger than it should have been.
When he spoke, his voice was more of a lisp. This was something far more realistic than magical animal crackers fucking with his brain.
“He needs help!” I managed to choke out when Carmel wrapped jump-rope around my wrists. Next to me, Rowan was refusing to get up, still choking up salty soda, groaning into his hands. Every time Callen tried to restrain him, he hissed out like an animal.
“Do you hear me?!” I struggled violently. “Harry needs—”
BANG.
Is what it felt like. The feeling of something—what felt and sounded like a toy car—colliding with my temples, sent me onto the ground, my head spinning itself off of its axis. I remember lying on my back and frowning at the moon which almost looked like it was getting closer to me, blurring into a white ball of light—before reality sunk in, and it was in fact Carmel’s converse coming down to finish me off. I didn’t stay knocked out for long. But I did dream.
I think you can call it a dream? I was lying in bed at home; my room drowned in the dark. I was cosy, curled up in my blankets, when a clammy hand slammed over my mouth, rousing me from slumber. There were two figures in my room. They didn’t have faces. They just existed as shadows, silhouettes. Before one of them raised something above their head, and… impact.
It was the same impact as the toy car hitting me, snapping me back to that night. It wasn’t a dream. Because I remembered his clammy fingers over my mouth, and his hisses for me to shut up as he dragged me from my room.
My parents stood in front of me with expressions of sympathy. Basked in warm light, my mom and dad looked almost otherworldly. “For the best.” Was what they mouthed when my own phantom screams slammed into me. I asked them why, and they didn’t reply, allowing him to pull me further and further from what I knew, from my life as I knew it. But.. that couldn’t be real. I had memories of getting on the bus to camp Redwood. I could recall the whole journey. So, why… why was my tangled mind saying otherwise?
When I gathered myself, the first thing I realized was I was sitting down. I was outside, cool night air grazing my bare arms. There was something attached to me, jerking violently, And it took me several disorientating blinks to understand that I was tied back to back with Rowan. My head pounded, and something wet and warm dripped down my temple. Great. I could add head injury to the long list of things to worry about.
“Let me go you little fucking witch.”
Rowan was back to himself, though from the muffled hissing and the sound of choking—I had to guess he was being force-fed animal crackers.
“Let me—mpphmmm. little…. fucking… mphmmphhmhppmm!”
“Rowan.” I managed to get out in a croak. Through flickering eyes, I caught glimpse of a familiar figure dancing around us. Shivers rocketed down my spine, and I wrenched at the jump-rope restraints, but they did a surprisingly job of restraining my arms behind my back.
Eleanor was with Rowan, while Eli was knelt in front of me. Looking at him, the boy had definitely aged in the face—and I couldn’t help wondering what exactly he had done as a forty something year old to be sent to this place.
“Josie!” Rowan responded in a wail. “Josie. Wake the FUCK up.”
“Stop swearing.”
Eleanor spoke with the cold tone of her actual age.
“Oh, yeah?” Rowan spluttered. “Fuck you.” The boy’s laugh was still rough from almost vomiting his insides out from too much salt intake. “I’m sorry, you were a fucking boomer all along?!” He wriggled in the restraints, lunging forwards, which sent me backwards.
“Stop swearing, Rowan.” Was all the girl responded with calmly.
“Like I’m going to listen to you!” He sneered. “Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fucking fuck!” What are you going to do, huh? Bite me with your false teeth?” The sound of saliva hitting skin made me wince. He was pissed. I had no doubt his completely rational anger was going to get us killed. Rowan was also somehow getting mixed up between forty and eighty. Though he was unwillingly snacking on mind bending sugary goodness.
“Fudge, Rowan.” Eleanor spoke in a giggle.
“What?!”
“Say fudge. Not fuck.”
“No.”
His hiss of pain caught me off guard. I don’t know what she was doing to him, but it was hurting him.
“You fudging fudge! I’m going to fudging kill you when I get out of these fudging ropes—“ his manic cursing became a muffled yell.
“Say fudge,” Eleanor hummed, followed by his hiss when the palm of her hand skinned his cheek. “Fuck is a bad word. You even said so yourself and you’re my favourite counselor.”
He heaved out a breath.
“You fudge,” Rowan spat. “When I get out of this, I am going to fudging kill you, you fudging—” His manic ranting morphed, once again, into muffled yelling, after another fistful of animal crackers were forced into his mouth. When I risked twisting around, I could see his rebellion slowly starting to simmer out as he relaxed slightly. I wanted to yell at him to keep a clear head before cold fingers were dipping under my chin and forcing my head around where I found myself face to face with Eli.
“I like you, Josie,” he said, before untying me and pulling me to my feet. Now at the age of nine or ten, he was a lot stronger. When I tried to pull away, the cruel blade of a knife grazed my gut. I caught his grin. “But we don’t need you.” Eli pointed to Rowan.
“We just want them.”
I followed his pointer finger which went from Rowan to Harry and Carmel, who were just standing there like fucking idiots, probably awaiting the next game. Harry’s face was getting redder. It looked like he was suffocating, and yet his grin was growing wider and wider, splitting his lips apart. “Rowan Atlas.” Eleanor said, dragging him to his feet. Something was stapled to his forehead head, which caused him to howl in pain, hissing another strangled line of “Fudge”. but I couldn’t read what it was.
“Camp leader. Intelligent, and problem solving skills.”
“Harry Carlisle.” Eli nodded his head with a smile. “Quick thinker. Strong minded.”
“Carmel Locke.” Cassie spoke behind me. She had her arms folded, a wry smile on her lips. “Smarter than she makes out—- an independent learner, and can work well under pressure.”
Looking at these kids, I felt sick to my stomach. They were planning something—and had the intelligence of renowned scientists, which was what I gathered from the footage on the MacBook. “What?” was all I could hiss out, as Eli prodded the blade of the knife into my back, ushering me to walk. “What are you talking about?”
“Duh.” He spoke in a more tweeny giggle. “Like I said, Miss Josie. You’re my favorite counselor but we don’t need you, so I’m going to use you for parts.” He laughed when a shiver spiderwebbed down my spine. “See! I told you I was going to show you my collection!”
“But… what do you need them for?”
Eli pressed his index finger to his lips with a laugh before forcing me to face forwards. “That’s a secret!”
When I didn’t, or couldn’t move, he shoved me into a stumbling power-walk, and I managed to turn my head quickly, making feverish eye contact with Rowan.
“Rowan.” I said calmly through the gutter in my throat. “Get…. Get help.”
If I was going to die, I needed him to get a hold of himself and somehow alert the outside world what was going on.
“From whom, Josie?!” He wailed back—and as I was dragged away, I could once again sense the childish undertones in his voice.
I had no choice but to obey Eli’s orders. If I didn’t want a knife in my back. He took me to the main lunch cabin, which, when I set foot inside, almost sent me to my knees.
Something lurched inside me, and I was screaming with no voice, staggering backwards, only to be shoved onto my face. In front of me was what had been the lunch hall, fully converted into the beginning of a laboratory.
What had been cafeteria tables were fashioned into makeshift gurney’s and beds, and I was looking at all of the missing counselors. Yuri and Noah had been skinned completely, their faces laid out on a makeshift surgical table. Joey had been ripped open, his heart and brain removed, a glittering metallic substance creeping its way across his forehead. It was then when I remembered Eleanor Summers words.
She wanted to prevent death and preserve the human mind. Looking at what was in front of me, this was the start of it. There was equipment I had never seen before. Lily’s body was empty, carved out completely, tubes forced inside her. When I glimpsed her fingers move and begin to ball into a fist, I saw red. I saw fucking red. The exit was so close and yet Eli, fucking Eli, wielded his knife. I think that is when part of me gave up. My brain just stopped. It short circuited. Seeing my friends murdered and yet somehow being kept alive through playing god, my body slumped to the ground. I was numb. Completely numb.
I’m not sure what would have happened if those bloody saws and instruments which had been used on my friends were used on me too.
Luckily, that did not happen. Before Eli could get his slimy hands on me, he crumpled to the ground in an almost cartoon-like fashion, and standing over me was Harry. Who was looking better. When he grasped hold of me and helped me up, I only had one word. “Out.” And he was nodding, his eyes glistening as he drunk in our friends’ fate.
“How?” I managed to sputter out, when we made it out of the cabin, ducking behind a tree. Harry turned to me, motioning for me to shut up. There was a group of now ten to eleven year olds already running around, searching for what I guessed was him.
“I’m allergic to peanut butter,” Harry murmured, his grasp tightening on my wrist as he led me across the camp, the two of us stumbling.
“What, and you just magically healed?”
He didn’t respond to that, which bothered me.
“The bunker is our best shot,” I hissed out. “I think we can get in contact with someone down there.” I paused, unable to stop myself. “What makes you so important?”
“Dunno. Maybe I’m their favorite.”
When we found Allison’s cabin, which was more of a safehouse (an exposed safehouse) I found Rowan sitting on the wooden porch with his legs swinging over the side. “Rowan!” Harry groaned. I found it hard to believe their roles had been switched. Now he was the one yelling at the camp-leader. “I told you to stay inside!”
He ushered the boy inside, before barricading the door with some hefty looking equipment. I could tell from the grin on his face that our so-called leader was once again no longer himself.
I had to bite back a groan. “You’re kidding.” I said, pointing to Rowan, who buried his head in his knees and blew a raspberry. “Does he look and act like our leader right now?!”
“It’s Rowan, Josie.”
“He’s a liability.”
“He’s our friend! Wouldn’t Rowan do the same?”
Yes, he would. But. He would also realize we’re lost causes.
“Gag him with something.” I said. “If he makes any more noise, we’re dumping him.”
“He’s a kid!”
“Just the mind of one.”
I don’t know how animal crackers worked, but his age seemed to be progressively younger. This time he just sat with wide eyes watching us.
Harry almost tore apart the place looking for means of communication, before an old fashioned ringing sound made me jump.
“What was that?” Harry turned to me with his lip curled.
“How am I supposed to know?!” I hissed. “Keep looking!” But when I ducked under the table, my hands crawled under the desk, finding a wire—and attached to that, an ancient looking phone which looked straight out of a 1940’s movie, a bright green rotary phone.
Hesitantly, I answered it, lifting the phone to my ear. “Hello?”
“Did you awaken the subjects, Agent Salta?"
The voice on the other end was a woman, an oldish sounding woman with the tinge of a British accent.
“What?” I shot a look at Harry before shaking my head. “No. My name is Josie Greenfield. We’re at Camp Redwood, and we need help.”
The woman paused.
“Where is Agent Salta?” She cleared her throat. “This line is reserved for communication with agents only.”
“I don’t know who the fuck you’re talking about!" I squeaked out. “My name is Josie, and whatever is happening here, we need help!”
“Josie. Did you awaken the subjects?”
I paused after a moment, shooting Harry a look when he tried to take the phone off of me. “Yes.”
“And… are our agents unavailable?”
“I don’t understand.”
“When a health and safety breach is activated, our agents are awakened to deal with the Project Spearhead subjects if they were to ever go rogue, or become conscious enough to think. Josie, can you tell me what is in front of you? Describe it to me.”
I held my breath. Next to the hidden phone under the desk was what looked like mismatched wires, all of which had been severed. I lowered myself slowly, poking at mess. “Wires. I see… cut up wires.” I whispered. “Does this mean they know about you?”
She hummed. “Ah…That makes sense. The only way to activate our sleeper handlers would be to send out the signal. You appear to have been sabotaged. Unless activated manually, our agents cannot help you. I am sorry. They are your problem now.” The woman paused.
“If I were you, I would hope and pray they have not sabotaged the self-destruct. If you find that, then you may be able to save yourselves and find peace.” She cleared her throat. “Thank you for your service, Josie Greenfield.”
“Wait.” I managed to get out. “Wait, no! You can’t just… you can’t leave us! We need help!”
I found myself yelling at nothing when the phone went dead. The dull tone of the dead ringtone was clanging in my ears before footsteps from up above. “Fuck this.” Harry picked up a lead pipe. “They’re still little kids, right? I mean, their head must still be partly kids—- so let’s fucking beat their heads in.”
He noticed something, then, starting forwards towards the mess of files I had left earlier. Harry knelt on the ground and picked up Eli’s file, his eyes wide. But he wasn’t staring at the dates confirming the little boy’s age.
Instead, Harry pointed at the bottom of the file. “I don’t want to freak you out, Josie,” he whispered. Initially, I didn’t know what he was trying to show before I glimpsed notes scrawled at the bottom of the file, followed by a signature. “But I’m pretty sure that is my fucking writing.”
Harry was right.
I pulled the paperwork off of him, flicking through each file before turning my eyes to him. “Who the fuck are you?”
A clanging sound from above broke the tension, and whatever Harry was about to reply with was strangled in his throat. He slammed a hand over his mouth.
“Guys?”
The voice twisted me up inside, threatening to release a shriek from my mouth I had managed to clamp shut.
Teddy.
“Are you down here?” His voice was strained, and had an odd tone to it. “I can’t… I can’t see you.”

Can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?! It’s been a blur of a week. We’ve managed to stay down here, surviving off of Allison’s rations. Rowan isn’t getting any better. He seems to have stopped mentally de-ageing at the age of maybe six. Harry has spent the last few days trying to get in contact with anyone, but it’s like they are IGNORING US.
I’ve been looking through everything I can find on Project Spearhead, but nothing points to Harry being involved. So. How is his signature all over the files? How is it possible that two friends I thought I knew several days ago, are now complete strangers?
Teddy keeps coming back.
He’s crying out to us.
I think he’s… in pain.
My god, I can’t stand this anymore. Please. CAMP REDWOOD NEEDS HELP.
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2023.06.05 00:29 Apprehensive_Hawk_43 FINRA folly and refuses to do thier job

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To find out your o ask for an extension to write that your client finds it burdensome to do their job 🤣🍻
And you know thier guilty

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2023.06.05 00:20 DeliveryInevitable37 I’ve been secretly hiding money from my husband to suprise him

It’s tough because we have a joint account. It’s just a rough situation because we kind of live out of our means. He sells BMWs, I cut hair. The only money he can’t see is my tips. We’re 25 with 3 kids. (4 year old twins and 1 year old baby)
We live in a house, not an apartment, so we spend a lot on rent. Also, I don’t work right now because of the kids, so I’ve been cutting hair for friends in the garage for $20 each. He doesn’t know, but they’re obviously all women so it doesn’t really matter.
I’ve been storing it all in a safe in our closet hidden behind some shoes. I counted yesterday and I have about $500 saved so far. I want to save as much as I can to buy him a gift.
I don’t even know what I’m going to buy him, I just really really want to buy him a really nice gift. Not for birthday or Christmas, just a gift out of the blue, for him, to show how much I love him.
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2023.06.05 00:19 halfbakedkornflake [General] after 3+ years & ~$13,000 spent, its almost complete! What do you think of my setup? + list of issues I had to troubleshoot.

[General] after 3+ years & ~$13,000 spent, its almost complete! What do you think of my setup? + list of issues I had to troubleshoot.
Hi growers! This has been one hell of a project which took a lot research, work and trial-and-error; but I'm so happy to announce that its nearing completion!
Sorry about the crappy video quality and the space not being totally clean/organized, I took it to show a friend an update but then decided to post
Some details: • The tomato cage looking thing is a VUC sterilizer • flow hood & class-2 biosafey cabinet (air curtain in the lab. • Two extra thick drum sterilizers • 5000lbs of USDA organic substrates: Amish hardwood sawdust pellets (so its not contaminated with bar oil), organic soy hull pellets, high protein rye and wheat bran. • Lights were custom made to the average preference of color and wavelength between oysters and lions mane. • The incubation room is large enough to hold for the fruiting room, shock chamber and lab, because the lab is set up to be a second fruiting room when im ready to expand. • I have a bunch of metal shelves, but am currently in the process of painting them because they aren't high-quality stainless and will rust. • Everything is now on electronic controllers
Heres a list of issues I came across and how I adressed them:
  1. Flooding - I've been through 5 different float valves for the centrifugal humidifier due to flooding countless times (I also have another one as a backup, and a pond-fogger tub for the incubation even though it doesn't need it). I have also flooded the 55gal drum a few times and been through 2 float valves on it. I learned to clean them regularly, and will install a $5000 whole house filter over the summer. I also installed overflow hoses running the the drains.
  2. Mold - I started with untreated wood shelving and special types of stain, but it molded. I then tried special types of paint but it continued to mold, so I decided to replace it with metal shelves. I also used flex-seal paint to cover the tyvek tape joining the plastic wall to the floor, thinking itd stop water from getting under the tape; but it held mold so I recently redid all of that (I still need to redo the celing).
  3. Humidity - I first had the drum get up to 240 degrees and made a steam trap for it, but learned that setting it to run between 204-209 (before boiling) reduced it a ton, then I didn't need the steam trap anymore. I had an engineer friend help build the controller for it because it was getting too hot and needed another heat sink.
  4. leaking - The drum sterilizer was very difficult to keep from leaking until I cut my own washers and found gaskets that hold up much longer. I also installed a camera to check on it when away.
Next projects: After a few other mundane tasks (removing the rest of the flexseal, repainting the fc floor) I'm going to build a couple dehumidifiers out of 55 gal drums to make mushroom jerky in bulk. I also need modify some deep freezers to store fresh fruits, and would like to make a simple setup to make bagging easier.
Selling: My partner is responsible for all the selling, but we have plenty of people willing to buy regularly and some local restaurants willing to sign contracts for 5-15lbs per week once we get everything perfectly dialed in as far as quality and consistency. I have some other lecurative ideas to profit off this, but im sure where I'll start because making lions mane and other supplements.
I'm also research, which is the reason for the biosafety cabinet (plus it was free and basically brand new). I'm working on a series of clinical studies looking at safety and efficacy of oyster mushrooms synergistic effect with common anti-hyperglycemic agents like metformin in partnership with a renowned medical university, but my goal is to study various forms of mycoremmediation and find/sell contam resilient cultures and possibly study unidentified or unstudied species. I have a microscope and general mushroom growing lab equipment, but plan to expand as I make money off this farm and my other businesses/side jobs.
Please feel free to ask any questions, give recommendations or kill my pride with the harshest criticisms that you have!
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2023.06.05 00:17 Listige r/Listige playlist statistics, from last week 29/05 - 04/06

Congrats u/analmintz1! Your post below is the most up voted post, among 460 other posts, added to an Listige playlist, where the track release date is from last week:
https://www.reddit.com/hiphopheads/comments/13y2f8n
The track 'Popular ' by 'The Weeknd', were released to Spotify on 2023-06-02.
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Reggae Top weekly posts 1 19
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