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2015.08.20 22:17 ardie_ziff Birthday Gifs

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2017.03.24 20:18 Appbeza Wholesome Yuri

A place for adorable, blushy, cute, fluffy, gentle, giggly, happy, heartfelt, loving, peaceful, safe, silly yuri.
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2023.06.05 18:12 Manasva Happy Birthday Yogi Ji

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2023.06.05 18:07 RafflesiaArnoldii The types ft. Unconventional Bonding Methods


Welcome to this episode of ‘I read Enneagram Literature so you don’t have to’.
You know how when a cat likes you, it might bring you random dead animals?
Or that when a dog is happy, it wags its tail?
In a lot of ways humans and other mammals are pretty similar so that it is possible to ‘pack bond’ with your pets in the first place so that both of you count the other as family in a sense, but still it pays a lot for a responsible pet owner to study the specific body language of their animal to better understand how it bonds and communicates.
Sometimes we can have a less extreme (but all the subtler) version of this going on even between the same kinds of mammals, namely us.
So in this writeup we are going to be discussing some ways that the types try to bond with, connect, show interest in or be friendly with others that may not immediately be obvious as such, so that others may be confused or irritated by it.
In particular, this is about signs or attempts of what it looks like if someone’s trying to move from casual acquaintance to personal friend or interested in deepening & maintaining a preexisting bond – and probably, as you read this, some of these will sound pretty natural to you, whereas others might strike you as puzzling or counterintuitive.
So hopefully being able to recognize those less obvious bonding attempts will be helpful to be more polite & considerate to others, because even if your answer is ‘no thank you not interested’ you might act differently if you know the other person is trying to be friends vs. if you just see it as a random baffling/annoying behavior.
Or, on the other side, if you’ve been wondering why your own attempts at building rapport haven’t been so well received this might be why others might misunderstand or be confused by them.
1
As they can present as very polished & put-together on first contact, a sign that you are potentially moving into the inner circle with an 1 can be if they open up to you about their personal struggles, such as what they’re currently frustrated about because it’s not as it should be or worries they might have about if they’re able to get everything right.
You also see that in many self-help books where, to give examples or build rapport with the reader the author goes into some error they made in their family life (for example) & how the wisdom they are trying to share with you helped them fix that.
Someone else might look at that and think ‘you don’t sound so enlightened to me, why should I listen to you’ or that their ‘struggle with temptation’ makes them sound hypocritical, but the 1 comes from a place of assuming that everyone starts out flawed & falling short & we must all always improve ourselves & how that can be one’s saving grace.
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If a 2 wants to become closer with you, they will probably show you attention, go out of their way to interact with you, offer to do you favors, spontaneously surprise you etc.
2s are probably among the most obvious types in this regard, they do perceive the onus as being on them and take the initiative, and a lot of the time that works, a lot of people are going to like it if someone showers you with attention, flatters you, acts like they like you & acts interested in your interests, react empathetically to your struggles etc.
The way that this can go sideways is not so much people not realizing the intention as it is that it can be perceived as intrusive, pushy or too-much-too-soon – the 2 might hear you mention something about having no babysitter & then offer to watch your kids when you don’t know them well enough to trust them with that, or they might kind of push & insist until you blow them off firmly and then they’re offended, or the person feels pressured to “let them down easy”.
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For 3s, a common form of bonding is swapping stories about goals & archievements.
This serves two purposes: The first is that they wanna prove to you they’re worth the time of day & important, awesome people that should be paid attention to, and they want to associate & build alliances with others who fit that same description.
But on the other hand, once they are feeling more secure with someone you might also see that line to 6 coming out & there might be genuine desire to collaborate empower & support each other, so they actually want to hear about what’s on your vision board, your fitness journey or your fancy vacation etc. & how you can both plan to have more awesomeness in your lives.
If their conversation partner is also a more active and/or goal-oriented person this might go well & lead to an atmosphere where you’re all feeling empowered, motivited & pumped-up after the conversation & ready to tackle the next item on the to-do list.
Others however might not be into constant striving or have taboos aganst hogging attention so they might feel kind of inferior & end up comparing their life to all of the 3s’s fancy archievements, or the 3 asks them about their 5 year plan and they don’t have one & they fee like they can’t keep up or take offense to the insinuation that they should be running on the hamsterwheel & always squeezing more juice out of everything they do.
This might not sound so strange to US americans where this is the social norm, I remember seeing a guy on youtube returning to the US after living abroad for a while & reflecting on how much more the discussion goes to what is your job, what are your goals , what’s your projects etc.
Whereas 3s living in other cultures might be careful about avoiding the appearance of braggadociousness if that’s seen very negatively.
4
Most of the time 4s can be more focussed on their own feelings, life philosophy & going-ons so a sign that they’re taking a serious interest in you might be if they go out of their way to ask you about your feelings, reactions & innermost thoughts on things.
They’re probably going to skim straight past the mundane pleasantries & be interested in the dark, the unusual, deeply personal, existential & philosophic.
Sometimes this can be welcome & appreciated, particularly if it’s someone who tends to neglect introspection & welcomes the occasional nudge in that direction, or can’t find many others who might be willing to discuss those kinds of thoughts – others might have limited bandwith for things that are upsetting, unrealistic or ‘too out-there’.
Others however might find this too direct like they’re not just going to pour out all their mess just like that or would be more guarded about their vulnerabilities, or they might prefer chill, relaxing small-talk & find it entitled if someone wants their personal thoughts & opinions right away before first building what they would consider enough of a foundation. Or they might like the serious talk sometimes but when they come home stressed from work they would prefer to engage with easy, lighthearted subject matters & might find it snobbish if the 4 always wants to be discussing the meaning of life or whatever.
5
In general 5s tend to keep to themselves and rarely initiate interaction of their own accord, so wanting to get along with you might look like volunteering lots on information when a relevant concept comes up, telling you various factiods that you might find interesting or useful, or telling you in detail about their current pursuits.
The intention is usually really just to share something with you that they find useful or interesting, have something worthwhile to offer & to speak about what’s important in their life as everyone else might (just that for them it’s their interests) – and sometimes it works & the people around you do indeed find it interesting and insightful.
To some unsuspecting unlookers, however, having a big monologue of information unloaded on them might be boring or overwhelming, or it might be mistaken as showing off, trying to be a smartass or dominating the conversation. Or they might just be plain confused why they’re suddenly being told absolutely everything about dinosaurs or some obscure anime film.
It is certainly going to be a growing edge for any young & inexperienced 5 out there to learn to keep track of when others might be bored and uninterested without over-correcting to the other side & assuming nobody ever wants to hear you.
However, while you might expect an adult to broaden their perspective & expand to other channels of communication than what comes naturally to them, ppl could stand to be a lot more patient with kids, adolescents & youth that didn’t have the time or chance to learn yet.
You hear so many cases of ppl complaining their 15 year old won’t come out of their room, talk about what their doing or show enthusiasm, but then they will be totally unavailable themselves to be connected with on an intellectual level. That 15 year old probably isn’t gonna embark on the mortifying ordeal of stretching past their comfort zone for parents that they experience as rejecting their input & uninterested in their passions.
6
If a 6 is starting to consider you a serious friend, this might show as looking to commiserate about their current worries & gripes, and as including you in their planning. (which could mean checking with you about some decision or processing out loud with you)
The idea is that you will join in with your own grievances & then you might find you have shared struggles to relate over, they’ll express support and maybe help you problem solve or bring you something that might be of practical help. & then you all give each other validation or offer solutions to each others problems – so there’s some expectation of reciprocity that you will also help, support, validate & provide feedback for them if needed.
A lot of the times this works, after all 6 is generally considered one of the more likeable & engaging types. There’s a lot to be said for having a friend who will be supportive of you, look out for your interests & offer resourceful practical solutions.
However for some people your problems & personal mess are not considered suitable for casual discussion & they might see it whiny, complainy or victim-y, or not get that the person wants to vent & get reassurance more than just solutions. Or they might find it too negative.
If you live in europe you probably aren’t too surprised by this one ‘cause it’s the social norm here to complain about your life as a way to make casual smalltalk. In some parts of France they reportedly take it so far that if they ask you what’s going on & you say everything’s fine (rather than at coming up with some minor triviality to riff on), that may be taken as rude.
You see the occasional 3 or 7 lamenting how much more optimistic, dynamic & spontaneous things are in other parts of the world.
7
For 7s, the desire to bond & get to know each other better is often expressed as invitations to do stuff together. They often fall into the activity/ quality time love language.
7s don’t generally depend that much on others, are usually good at quickly chatting up ppl wherever they go & might even feel that others can slow them down a bit, so if they repeatedly want you, in particular, to be a part of their exploits, this may suggest that they like you.
Now this works great if your friends are also interested in the activities, and 7s are usually good at getting ppl excited. Personally as someone who tends to be pretty inert if left to my own devices but actually enjoys doing new/weird/exciting things once in a while, I think this can be a great feature now just as a way to hang out but to allow more new experiences into your life without a lot of hassle, you just need to come along with someone who knows where the action is at.
This can be a lot less sucessful if the would-be friend is more of a homebody and/or isn’t much for spontaneous outings, or if they don’t share the same enthusiasm or interest for the same things as the 7. Other ppl might also prefer quieter, more domestic hangouts or more opportunities to stop & include more heavy/serious stuff into the relationship.
8
For 8s, taking an interest in something can often take the shape of provocation & banter. First because they simply find that stimulating & exciting, and second because it gives them a chance to get a good sense of how the person they’re thinking of associating with is going to react & what they’re capable of. So there is an element of reactive ‘testing’ done in an assertive preemptive way, ‘let’s poke them with a stick to see what they do’ – for example the 8 might openly disagree or debate with you, start talking about some controversial subject, or adress you some brazen procative question or statement.
Sometimes ppl might see its exactly as its intended – as interesting, stimulating exchange that lets you learn a lot about what a given person is rly about – but other times this can get really misunderstood especially by people who are more sensitive or ‘proper’. They might think the 8 is mad at them, is just being incendiary for lulz or that they’re looking to pick a fight… which is kind of true, but the 8 might not see that fight as a big serious deal, more like puppies & kittens play-fighting. Not fully realizing how they might come off loud or aggressive to others,
There’s one anecdote in Richard Rohr’s lectures about a young man who kept contradicting him & looking to debate in some wprshop he held & Rohr assumed this guy must have it out for him, but then he heard from other attendants that the guy actually likes/admires his work & was looking to learn more by challenging him on the parts he wasn’t so convinced on.
9
For 9s, a sign that they are starting to like you on a personal level & feel comfortable with you is if they start talking more about themselves or showing more of their opinions, as well as generally acting more lively rather than just quietly keeping at the sidelines or just asking about you & letting you do the talking or just showing surface politeness.
Whereas others like 4 or 6 might be very candid with their struggles & opinions, 9s are more like that meme where you need to be special level 3 friend to unlock their tragic backstory. They may seem nice, unassuming & easy to get along with, but then when you get to know them you might be astounded by their hidden dephts, secret talents, contemplative thoughts, creativity & on-point intuitive insight about people and the cosmos.
If it doesn’t work I guess this strategy has the advantage that it’s easy to backpedal without jeopardizing the nominal surface level bond, because if the person doesn’t seem receptive to hearing the 9s opinions & thoughts… then they just don’t bring them up again and the relationship simply stays surface level. (which I suppose can feel pretty discouraging if it keeps happening)
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2023.06.05 18:06 Manasva Happy Birthday Yogi Ji

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2023.06.05 18:04 Hot_Departure_4108 Need help to identify animation technique/ filter.

Hello animation, I've been trying for a few weeks now to figure out how people make short gifs like these, where there is an image that has been turned into a gif or video by distorting it in this specific way. Does anyone have any ideas? I feel like it could be super simple maybe I just don't know where to look.
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2023.06.05 18:00 Kedamono1st Happy Birthday Koguma by Cu

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2023.06.05 18:00 Hunneydoo_ Should I say something to him on the anniversary of his daughter’s death?

He wished me a happy birthday on June 1 and it did lead to me expressing feelings I still have that he did not reciprocate but I feel I should acknowledge his daughters passing as I was close to her.
She passed at 19 of a bicycling accident in 2021.
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2023.06.05 17:58 partypastor Unreached People Group of the Week - The Omani Arabs of Oman

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Happy Monday everyone, welcome to another UPG of the Week. Meet the Omani Arabs in Oman!

Region: Oman

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Stratus Index Ranking (Urgency): 52
It has been noted to me by u/JCmathetes that I should explain this ranking. Low numbers are more urgent, both physically and spiritually together, while high numbers are less urgent. The scale is 1-177, with one number assigned to each country. So basically on a scale from Afghanistan (1) to Finland (177), how urgent are the peoples physical and spiritual needs.
The Stratus Index - Synthesizes reliable data from different sources to clearly display the world’s most urgent spiritual and physical needs.
The vast majority of missions resources go to people and places already Reached by the Gospel, while only 3% of missionaries and 1% of missions money are deployed among the Unreached. This is the Great Imbalance. As a result, there are more people without access to the Gospel today than a decade ago. Stratus seeks to equip the global church with fresh vision to accomplish the Great Commission by addressing some of the factors that perpetuate the Great Imbalance. We hope this tool allows the church to better understand what steps will be required to overcome the barriers that prevent needs from being met, spurring informed and collaborative missions strategy. Stratus Website
Climate: Summer temperatures in Muscat and northern Oman average 30 to 40 °C (86.0 to 104.0 °F). Annual rainfall in Muscat averages 100 mm (3.9 in), occurring mostly in January. In the south, the Dhofar Mountains area near Salalah has a tropical-like climate and receives seasonal rainfall from June to September as a result of monsoon winds from the Indian Ocean, leaving the summer air saturated with moisture and fog. Summer temperatures in Salalah range from 20 to 30 °C (68.0 to 86.0 °F)
The Dhofar mountains in the summer
Terrain: A gravel desert plain covers most of central Oman, with mountain ranges along the north (Al-Hajar) and southeast coast (Qara or Dhofar Mountains). The peninsula of Musandam (Musandem), strategically located on the Strait of Hormuz, is an exclave separated from the rest of Oman by the United Arab Emirates.[116] Coast of Sur Madha, another exclave, is an enclave within UAE territory located halfway between the Musandam Peninsula and the main body of Oman.
An Oasis in Oman
Wildlife of Oman: Oman has many animals for its relatively small land size. It is one of the last places in which the Arabian leopard survives is the Dhofar mountains in southern Oman. Other carnivores present include the striped hyena, the honey badger, the red fox, the caracal, the sand cat, Blanford's fox and Arabian wildcat. Some other mammals include the the Arabian oryx, the sand gazelle, the mountain gazelle, the Nubian ibex, the camel. Off Muscat there are other humpback whales, pygmy blue whales, Bryde's whales, sperm whales, false killer whales, Risso's dolphins, spinner dolphins, bottlenose dolphins, Indo-Pacific humpbacked dolphins, and the occasional killer whale. Most of the approximately one dozen or so snake species in the country are harmless, but the uncommon horned viper, carpet viper, puff adder and cobra are venomous. There are no monkeys (afaik) in Oman!
The Arabian Leopard
Environmental Issues: Both drought and limited rainfall contribute to shortages in the nation's water supply. The nation's soil has shown increased levels of salinity. Pollution of beaches and other coastal areas by oil tanker traffic through the Strait of Hormuz and Gulf of Oman is also a persistent problem.
Languages: Arabic is the official language. There are dialects of Arabic spoken, all part of the Peninsular Arabic family: Dhofari Arabic (also known as Dhofari, Zofari) is spoken in Salalah and the surrounding coastal regions (the Dhofar Governorate). According to CIA (freakin lol), besides Arabic, English, Baluchi (Southern Baluchi), Urdu, Bengali (spoken by Indians and Bangladeshis), Hindi, Malayalam, Tulu and other Indian languages are the main languages spoken
Government Type: Unitary Islamic absolute monarchy

People: The Omani Arabs of Oman

Omani Arab man
Population: 1,967,000
Estimated Foreign Workers Needed: 39+
Beliefs: The Omani Arabs of Oman are 0% Christian. That means out of their population of 1,967,000 there are little to no Christians at all.
Most Oman Arabs belong to the Ibadi sect of Islam, one of the religion's oldest and most traditional branches. Ibadi principles of puritanism and idealism have greatly influenced Arabs in surrounding countries.
The Great Sultan Qabus Mosque in Oman
History: During the 8th century BCE, it is believed that the Yaarub, the descendant of Qahtan, ruled the entire region of Yemen, including Oman. Wathil bin Himyar bin Abd-Shams (Saba) bin Yashjub (Yaman) bin Yarub bin Qahtan later ruled Oman. It is thus believed that the Yaarubah were the first settlers in Oman from Yemen.
Over centuries tribes from western Arabia settled, making a living by fishing, farming, herding or stock breeding. Arab migration to Oman started from northern-western and south-western Arabia and those who chose to settle had to compete with the indigenous population for the best arable land. When Arab tribes started to migrate to Oman, there were two groups. One group, a segment of the Azd tribe migrated from Yemen in A.D. 120/200 following the collapse of Marib Dam, while the other group migrated centuries before the birth of Islam from Nejd (what later is Saudi Arabia), named Nizari. Other historians believe that the Yaarubah from Qahtan which belong to an older branch, were the first settlers of Oman from Yemen, and then came the Azd.
The Azd settlers in Oman are descendants of Nasr bin Azd and were later known as "the Al-Azd of Oman". 70 years after the first Azd migration, another branch of Alazdi under Malik bin Fahm, the founder of Kingdom of Tanukhites on the west of Euphrates, is believed to have settled. According to Al-Kalbi, Malik bin Fahm was the first settler of Alazd. He is said to have first settled in Qalhat. By this account, Malik, with an armed force of more than 6000 men and horses, fought against the Marzban, who served a Persian king in the battle of Salut and eventually defeated the Persian forces. This account is semi-legendary and seems to condense centuries of migration and conflict into a story of two campaigns that exaggerate the success of the Arabs. The account may represent an amalgamation of traditions from not only the Arab tribes but also the region's original inhabitants.
In the 7th century CE, Omanis came in contact with and accepted Islam. The conversion of Omanis to Islam is ascribed to Amr ibn al-As, who was sent by the prophet Muhammad during the Expedition of Zaid ibn Haritha (Hisma). Amer was dispatched to meet with Jaifer and Abd, the sons of Julanda who ruled Oman. They appear to have readily embraced Islam.
Omani Azd used to travel to Basra for trade, which was a centre of Islam, during the Umayyad empire. Omani Azd were granted a section of Basra, where they could settle and attend to their needs. Some of the Omani Azd who settled in Basra became merchants and, under their leader Muhallab bin Abi Sufrah, started to expand their influence of power eastwards towards Khorasan. Ibadhi Islam originated in Basra through its founder, Abdullah ibn Ibadh, around the year 650 CE; the Omani Azd in Iraq would subsequently adopt this as their predominant faith. Later, Al-hajjaj, the governor of Iraq, came into conflict with the Ibadhis, which forced them back to Oman. Among those who returned was the scholar Jaber bin Zaid. His return (and the return of other scholars) enhanced the Ibadhi movement. Alhajjaj made an attempt to subjugate Oman, then ruled by Suleiman and Said (the sons of Abbad bin Julanda). Alhajjaj dispatched Mujjaah bin Shiwah, who was confronted by Said bin Abbad. This confrontation devastated Said's army, after which he and his forces retreated to the Jebel Akhdar (mountains). Mujjaah and his forces went after Said, successfully flushing them out from hiding in Wadi Mastall. Mujjaah later moved towards the coast, where he confronted Suleiman bin Abbad. The battle was won by Suleiman's forces. Alhajjaj sent another force (under Abdulrahman bin Suleiman); he eventually won the war, taking over the governance of Oman.
The first elective Imamate of Oman is believed to have been established after the fall of the Umayyad Dynasty in 750/755 AD, when Janaħ bin ʕibadah Alħinnawi was elected. Other scholars claim that Janaħ bin Ibadah served as a Wāli (governor) under the Umayyad dynasty (and later ratified the Imamate), and that Julanda bin Masud was the first elected Imam of Oman, in A.D. 751. The first Imamate reached its peak power in the 9th century A.D. The Imamate established a maritime empire whose fleet controlled the Gulf, during a time when trade with the Abbasid Dynasty, the Far East, and Africa flourished. The authority of the Imams started to decline due to power struggles, the interventions of Abbasid, and the rise of the Seljuk Empire.
During the 11th and 12th centuries, the Omani coast was in the sphere of influence of the Seljuk Empire. They were expelled in 1154, when the Nabhani dynasty came to power. The Nabhanis ruled as muluk, or kings, while the Imams were reduced to largely symbolic significance. The capital of the dynasty was Bahla. The Banu Nabhan controlled the trade in frankincense on the overland route via Sohar to the Yabrin oasis, and then north to Bahrain, Baghdad and Damascus. The mango-tree was introduced to Oman during the time of Nabhani dynasty, by ElFellah bin Muhsin. The Nabhani dynasty started to deteriorate in 1507 when Portuguese colonisers captured the coastal city of Muscat, and gradually extended their control along the coast up to Sohar in the north and down to Sur in the southeast. Other historians argue that the Nabhani dynasty ended earlier in A.D. 1435 when conflicts between the dynasty and Alhinawis arose, which led to the restoration of the elective Imamate.
In 1552 an Ottoman fleet captured the fort in Muscat, during their fight for control of the Persian Gulf and the Indian Ocean, and departed after destroying the surroundings of the fortress. Later in the 17th century, using its bases in Oman, Portugal engaged in the largest naval battle ever fought in the Persian Gulf. The Portuguese force fought against a combined armada of the Dutch East India Company (VOC) and English East India Company support by the Safavid empire. The result of the battle was a draw and resulted in the loss of Portuguese influence in the Gulf. Cities were sketched in the 17th century and appear in the António Bocarro Book of fortress
The Ottoman Empire temporarily captured Muscat from the Portuguese again in 1581 and held it until 1588. During the 17th century, the Omanis were reunited by the Yaruba Imams. Nasir bin Murshid became the first Yaarubah Imam in 1624, when he was elected in Rustaq. Nasir's energy and perseverance is believed to have earned him the election. Imam Nasir and his successor succeeded in the 1650s in expelling the Portuguese from their coastal domains in Oman. The Omanis over time established a maritime empire that pursued the Portuguese and expelled them from all their possessions in East Africa, which were then incorporated into the Omani domains. To capture Zanzibar Saif bin Sultan, the Imam of Oman, pressed down the Swahili Coast. An obstacle to his progress was Fort Jesus, housing the garrison of a Portuguese settlement at Mombasa. After a two year siege, the fort fell to Imam Saif bin Sultan in 1698. Saif bin Sultan occupied Bahrain in 1700. The rivalry within the house of Yaruba over power after the death of Imam Sultan in 1718 weakened the dynasty. With the power of the Yaruba Dynasty dwindling, Imam Saif bin Sultan II eventually asked for help against his rivals from Nader Shah of Persia. A Persian force arrived in March 1737 to aid Saif. From their base at Julfar, the Persian forces eventually rebelled against the Yaruba in 1743. The Persian empire then tried to take possession of the coast of Oman until 1747.
After the Omanis expelled the Persians, Ahmed bin Sa'id Albusaidi in 1749 became the elected Imam of Oman, with Rustaq serving as the capital. Since the revival of the Imamate with the Yaruba dynasty, the Omanis continued with the elective system and, provided that the person is deemed qualified, gave preference to a member of the ruling family. Following Imam Ahmed's death in 1783, his son, Said bin Ahmed became the elected Imam. His son, Seyyid Hamed bin Said, overthrew the representative of his father the Imam in Muscat and obtained the possession of Muscat fortress. Hamed ruled as "Seyyid". Afterwards, Seyyid Sultan bin Ahmed, the uncle of Seyyid Hamed, took over power. Seyyid Said bin Sultan succeeded Sultan bin Ahmed. During the entire 19th century, in addition to Imam Said bin Ahmed who retained the title until he died in 1803, Azzan bin Qais was the only elected Imam of Oman. His rule started in 1868. The British refused to accept Imam Azzan as a ruler, as he was viewed as inimical to their interests. This view played an instrumental role in supporting the deposition of Imam Azzan in 1871 by his cousin, Sayyid Turki, a son of the late Sayyid Said bin Sultan, and brother of Sultan Barghash of Zanzibar, who Britain deemed to be more acceptable.
Oman's Imam Sultan, defeated ruler of Muscat, was granted sovereignty over Gwadar, an area of what later is Pakistan. Gwadar was a part of Oman from 1783 to 1958. This coastal city is located in the Makran region of what is later the far southwestern corner of Pakistan, near what is later the border of Iran, at the mouth of the Gulf of Oman.
The British empire was keen to dominate southeast Arabia to stifle the growing power of other European states and to curb the Omani maritime power that grew during the 17th century. The British empire over time, starting from the 18th century, began to establish a series of treaties with the sultans with the objective of advancing British political and economic interest in Muscat, while granting the sultans military protection. In 1798, the first treaty between the British East India Company and the Albusaidi dynasty was signed by Sayyid Sultan bin Ahmed. The treaty aimed to block commercial competition of the French and the Dutch as well as obtain a concession to build a British factory at Bandar Abbas. A second treaty was signed in 1800, which stipulated that a British representative shall reside at the port of Muscat and manage all external affairs with other states. As the Omani Empire weakened, the British influence over Muscat grew throughout the nineteenth century.
In 1854, a deed of cession of the Omani Kuria Muria islands to Britain was signed by the sultan of Muscat and the British government. The British government achieved predominating control over Muscat, which, for the most part, impeded competition from other nations. Between 1862 and 1892, the Political Residents, Lewis Pelly and Edward Ross, played an instrumental role in securing British supremacy over the Persian Gulf and Muscat by a system of indirect governance. By the end of the 19th century, and with the loss of its African dominions and its revenues, British influence increased to the point that the sultans became dependent on British loans and signed declarations to consult the British government on all important matters. The Sultanate thus came de facto under the British sphere.
Zanzibar was a property as the main slave market of the Swahili Coast as well as being a producer of cloves, and became an increasingly important part of the Omani empire, a fact reflected by the decision of the Sayyid Sa'id bin Sultan, to make it the capital of the empire in 1837. Sa'id built palaces and gardens in Zanzibar. Rivalry between his two sons was resolved, with the help of forceful British diplomacy, when one of them, Majid, succeeded to Zanzibar and to the Omani domains on the Swahili Coast. The other son, Thuwaini, inherited Oman and the Asian domains. Zanzibar's influences in the Comoros archipelago in the Indian Ocean indirectly introduced Omani customs to the Comorian culture. These influences include clothing traditions and wedding ceremonies. In 1856, under British arbitration, Zanzibar and Muscat became two sultanates.
The British imperial development over Muscat and Oman during the 19th century led to the renewed revival of the cause of the Imamate in the interior of Oman, which has appeared in cycles for more than 1,200 years. The British Political Agent, who resided in Muscat, owed the alienation of the interior of Oman to the influence of the British government over Muscat, which he described as being completely self-interested and without any regard to the social and political conditions of the locals. In 1913, Imam Salim Alkharusi instigated an anti-Muscat rebellion that lasted until 1920 when the Sultanate established peace with the Imamate by signing the Treaty of Seeb. The treaty was brokered by Britain, which had no economic interest in the interior of Oman during that point of time. The treaty granted autonomous rule to the Imamate in the interior of Oman and recognized the sovereignty of the coast of Oman, the Sultanate of Muscat. In 1920, Imam Salim Alkharusi died and Muhammad Alkhalili was elected.
On 10 January 1923, an agreement between the Sultanate and the British government was signed in which the Sultanate had to consult with the British political agent residing in Muscat and obtain the approval of the High Government of India to extract oil in the Sultanate. On 31 July 1928, the Red Line Agreement was signed between Anglo-Persian Company (later renamed British Petroleum), Royal Dutch/Shell, Compagnie Française des Pétroles (later renamed Total), Near East Development Corporation (later renamed ExxonMobil) and Calouste Gulbenkian (an Armenian businessman) to collectively produce oil in the post-Ottoman Empire region, which included the Arabian peninsula, with each of the 4 companies holding 23.75% of the shares while Calouste Gulbenkian held the remaining 5% shares. The agreement stipulated that none of the signatories was allowed to pursue the establishment of oil concessions within the agreed on area without including all other stakeholders. In 1929, the members of the agreement established Iraq Petroleum Company (IPC). On 13 November 1931, Sultan Taimur bin Faisal abdicated
Said bin Taimur became the sultan of Muscat officially on 10 February 1932. The rule of sultan Said bin Taimur was backed by the British government, and has been characterised as being feudal, reactionary and isolationist. The British government maintained administrative control over the Sultanate as the defence secretary and chief of intelligence, chief adviser to the sultan and all ministers except for one were British. In 1937, an agreement between the sultan and Iraq Petroleum Company (IPC), a consortium of oil companies that was 23.75% British owned, was signed to grant oil concessions to IPC. After failing to discover oil in the Sultanate, IPC was interested in some promising geological formations near Fahud, an area located within the Imamate. IPC offered financial support to the sultan to raise an armed force against any potential resistance by the Imamate.
In 1955, the exclave coastal Makran strip acceded to Pakistan and was made a district of its Balochistan province, while Gwadar remained in Oman. On 8 September 1958, Pakistan purchased the Gwadar enclave from Oman for US$3 million.
Sultan Said bin Taimur expressed his interest in occupying the Imamate after the death of Imam Alkhalili, thus taking advantage of any potential instability that might occur within the Imamate when elections were due, to the British government. The British political agent in Muscat believed that the only method of gaining access to the oil reserves in the interior was by assisting the sultan in taking over the Imamate. In 1946, the British government offered arms and ammunition, auxiliary supplies and officers to prepare the sultan to attack the interior of Oman. In May 1954, Imam Alkhalili died and Ghalib Alhinai was elected Imam.
In December 1955, Sultan Said bin Taimur sent troops of the Muscat and Oman Field Force to occupy the centres, including Nizwa, the capital of the Imamate of Oman, and Ibri. The Omanis in the interior led by Imam Ghalib Alhinai, Talib Alhinai, the brother of the Imam and the Wali (governor) of Rustaq, and Suleiman bin Hamyar, who was the Wali (governor) of Jebel Akhdar, defended the Imamate in the Jebel Akhdar War against British-backed attacks by the Sultanate. In July 1957, the Sultan's forces were withdrawing, and were repeatedly ambushed, sustaining casualties. Sultan Said, with the intervention of British infantry (two companies of the Cameronians), armoured car detachments from the British Army and RAF aircraft, was able to suppress the rebellion. The Imamate's forces retreated to the inaccessible Jebel Akhdar.
Colonel David Smiley, who had been seconded to organise the Sultan's Armed Forces, managed to isolate the mountain in autumn 1958 and found a route to the plateau from Wadi Bani Kharus. On 4 August 1957, the British Foreign Secretary gave the approval to carry out air strikes without prior warning to the locals residing in the interior of Oman. Between July and December 1958, the British RAF made 1,635 raids, dropping 1,094 tons and firing 900 rockets at the interior of Oman targeting insurgents, mountain top villages, water channels and crops. On 27 January 1959, the Sultanate's forces occupied the mountain in an operation. Imam Ghalib, his brother Talib and Sulaiman managed to escape to Saudi Arabia, where the Imamate's cause was promoted until the 1970s. The exiled partisans of the abolished Imamate of Oman presented the case of Oman to the Arab League and the United Nations. On 11 December 1963, the UN General Assembly decided to establish an Ad-Hoc Committee on Oman to study the 'Question of Oman' and report back to the General Assembly.The UN General Assembly adopted the 'Question of Oman' resolution in 1965, 1966 and again in 1967 that called upon the British government to cease all repressive action against the locals, end British control over Oman and reaffirmed the inalienable right of the Omani people to self-determination and independence.
After deposing his father in 1970, Sultan Qaboos opened up the country, embarked on economic reforms, and followed a policy of modernisation marked by increased spending on health, education and welfare. Slavery was outlawed in 1970.
In 2002, voting rights were extended to all citizens over the age of 21, and the first elections to the Consultative Assembly under the rules were held in 2003. In 2004, the Sultan appointed a female minister with portfolio, Sheikha Aisha bint Khalfan bin Jameel al-Sayabiyah. She was appointed to the post of National Authority for Industrial Craftsmanship, an office that attempts to preserve and promote Oman's traditional crafts and stimulate industry. The Sultan continued to rule by decree. Nearly 100 suspected Islamists were arrested in 2005 and 31 people were convicted of trying to overthrow the government. They were ultimately pardoned in June of the same year.
Inspired by the Arab Spring uprisings that were taking place throughout the region, protests occurred during months of 2011. While they did not call for the ousting of the regime, demonstrators demanded political reforms, improved living conditions and the creation of more jobs. They were dispersed by riot police in February 2011. Sultan Qaboos reacted by promising jobs and benefits. In October 2011, elections were held to the Consultative Assembly, to which Sultan Qaboos promised greater powers. The following year, the government began a crackdown on internet criticism. In September 2012, trials began of 'activists' accused of posting "abusive and provocative" criticism of the government online. 6 were given jail terms of 12–18 months and fines of around $2,500 each.
Qaboos, the Arab world's longest-serving ruler, died on 10 January 2020, and the government declared 40 days of national mourning. He was buried the next day. On 11 January 2020, Qaboos was succeeded by his first cousin Sultan Haitham bin Tariq.
Nakhal Fort, one of the best-preserved forts in Oman.
Culture: Typical qualification that all people groups can't be summed up in small paragraphs and this is an over generalization.
The Omani Arabs live in extended family units. Their society is patriarchal, or male-dominated. The men seldom abuse this authority because they believe that their families should obey them out of respect rather than fear. Also, there are clearly defined roles for both sexes. Even the children are given gender-specific duties. The men work outside in the fields while women work in the homes. Men and women often eat separately and never pray together. While men worship at mosques, women attend ceremonies conducted at home by female religious leaders. Marriages are generally pre-arranged by the parents. Children are a considered the family's greatest asset because they provide the parents with additional laborers and social security.
An Omani Souq
Cuisine: The cuisine of Oman uses spices and marinades to complete a dish, which usually consists of chicken, fish, and lamb. Unlike that of many other Asian nations, Omani cuisine is not spicy, and varies regionally. Everyday meals generally have components such as rice, a wide variety of soups, salad, curry, and fresh vegetables. For dessert, a known Omani sweet Omani halwa is usually served. This is usually served before the consumption of kahwa, a preparation of coffee with cardamom, which is very popular and remains a symbol of hospitality. Other popular beverages include tea, laban (a kind of salty buttermilk), yoghurt drinks, and soft drinks like mountain dew.
Omani Halwa
Prayer Request:
Brothers, my heart’s desire and prayer to God for them is that they may be saved. (Romans 10:1)
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Here are the previous weeks threads on the UPG of the Week for Reformed from 2023 (plus a few from 2022 so this one post isn't so lonely). To save some space on these, all UPG posts made 2019-now are here, I will try to keep this current.
People Group Country Continent Date Posted Beliefs
Omani Arabs Oman Asia 06/05/2023 Islam
Turks Bulgaria Europe 05/22/2023 Islam
Kinnara Sri Lanka Asia 05/15/2023 Buddhism***
Yonaguni Japan Asia 05/08/2023 Animism
Persian Iran Asia 04/10/2023 Islam
Ngazidja Comorian Comoros Africa 04/03/2023 Islam
Uyghur (2nd) China Asia 03/27/2023 Islam
Aimaq Afghanistan Asia 03/20/2023 Islam
Shughni Tajikistan Asia 03/13/2023 Islam
Punjabi Canada North America 03/06/2023 Sikhism
Kurds Turkey Asia** 02/13/2023 Islam***
Krymchak Ukraine* Europe** 02/06/2023 Judaism
Talysh Azerbaijan Asia** 01/30/2023 Islam
Shan Myanmar Asia 01/23/2023 Buddhism***
Shaikh - 2nd post Bangladesh Asia 01/09/2023 Islam
Hindi United States North America 12/19/2022 Hinduism
Somali Finland Europe 12/05/2022 Islam
Hemshin Turkey Asia** 11/28/2022 Islam
Waorani (Reached) Ecuador South America 11/21/2022 Christianity
* Tibet belongs to Tibet, not China.
** Russia/Turkey/etc is Europe but also Asia so...
*** this likely is not the true religion that they worship, but rather they have a mixture of what is listed with other local religions, or they have embraced a liberal drift and are leaving faith entirely but this is their historical faith.
As always, if you have experience in this country or with this people group, feel free to comment or let me know and I will happily edit it so that we can better pray for these peoples! I shouldn't have to include this, but please don't come here to argue with people or to promote universalism. I am a moderator so we will see this if you do.
Here is a list of definitions in case you wonder what exactly I mean by words like "Unreached".
Here is a list of missions organizations that reach out to the world to do missions for the Glory of God.
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2023.06.05 17:58 Fancy-Newt-3001 Sorry for this late birthday message for you Technoblade...

Dear Technoblade,
Wishing you a very happy birthday! May this special day be filled with all the things that make you happiest in life. You have brought so much joy and entertainment to your fans like me through your amazing content and incredible talent in Minecraft. Your dedication and hard work are truly inspiring, and we all appreciate everything you do.
May this birthday be the start of a new chapter filled with even more success, happiness, and fulfillment. Once again, happy birthday and thank you for being such an amazing content creator. TECHNOBLABE NEVER DIES Best wishes, [Your biggest fan since 2018]
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2023.06.05 17:57 BootTight4761 Change My Mind

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2023.06.05 17:57 msav32 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BUTCHER AND HAPPY GAMEDAY

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2023.06.05 17:51 Marlow42 44 [M4F] East Bay It’s my birthday this week. Oral exchange as a present to myself

This is silly, but what they heck. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. My birthday is later this week, so why not celebrate it a little. I love oral, both giving and receiving, so would like to have an oral exchange or 69 sometime this week.
Looking for someone who is really kind and chill, has a sense of humor, smart. I think it would be a much better experience if we genuinely enjoy each other as people and not just genitals. Good conversation makes it all the better.
Happy to share pics
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2023.06.05 17:51 PranklinFierce HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE GOAT!!!!!

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2023.06.05 17:51 Nervous-Tomorrow733 7 weeks vs 7 years. Happy birthday Zelda.

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2023.06.05 17:49 The_Alloquist [A Lord of Death] - Chapter 59 (Efrain)

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The hinterlands of Karkos were beautiful, in their own way. Efrain of course preferred the older, denser forests, not least because they tended to be far more interesting magically, but he couldn’t deny the charm of the low rolling hills. It didn’t take the company long before they found a road cutting between sunken fields and began to file two by two toward the distant mountains.
The earth was soft with the first rains, and Efrain noted that Tykhon sunk its webbed feet into it with obvious relish. Had he been designed for wet environs, then? A ridiculous image of the large creature swimming in the blue-green waters of the Emyaka came alive. Then Efrain the mount’s perfect willingness to throw itself into the waterfall on the giant’s spine.
The soldiers, having started the trek earlier in the morning, looked grey with fatigue. At the sight of the fields and mountains however, they’d perked up, and now were chatting casually as they made their way between the sparse trees. Efrain came to ride alongside the Niethe captain as they picked their way across.
“End’s almost in sight,” Efrain said.
“Almost,” she agreed, “though I have no fondness for the mud, so I hope that we get onto proper cobbles soon enough.”
“There should be a proper road or two, somewhere around here,” he said, “we’re still among the outer farms.”
To his surprise, it did not take them very long at all to find the broader, well trodden dirt of a road. Two hundred years of expansion and development had clearly widened the reach of Karkos. They were making a fine clip then on the dry, well packed earth, weaving between flooded patties of still-growing rice and great expanses of mature green-yellow rye. Peasants, labouring in the fields, often looked up and shaded their eyes, gawking at the sudden appearance of the soldiers. A few ran toward houses in the distance, even as some soldiers professed loudly that they were here in peace.
“War’s left a scar on this place?” Efrain said, not recalling any major conflict.
“They were spared the worst of it, unlike Ennen’Alla,” said Damafelce, “they fell in line quickly after that. Most of their conflicts are with pirates out to the south and east. They keep them well suppressed to please Angorrah, and to keep their own money flowing.”
“That must earn them some token good will at least,” Efrain said, craning his head to try and get a look at the city, and failing.
“Indeed,” Damafelce snorted, gripping the reins of her horse tighter.
Efrain decided not to press the point any further, but rather shift to the subject.
“So then, where are you going to house all these men? I hardly think any one inn will suffice for a hundred… hundred and fifty? Men.”
“They’ll make do somehow. We are knights of Angorrah after all,” she said, gesturing to a standard, “most of the cowards will come to heel. Those who aren’t know better than to try a row.”
“You sound like you have an axe to grind with them,” Efrain said dryly.
“It’s in the past,” Damafelce said, “I’m simply laying out the situation, as I see it.”
“Fair enough,” Efrain said, “have you ever been on a boat before?”
“Many times. How do you think I got here?” she said, giving him an odd look.
Efrain decided to leave off as they marched past a thicket of what looked like hazel. The woman had given him enough to mull over, even if she didn’t realise it. It was the better part of noon when they reached the inner farms, marked by a transition to smaller, well maintained fields, and larger buildings.
They broke for a brief lunch, there on the road, not bothering to clear a spot, or some to even dismount. Efrain, atop Tykhon, was approached by Naia, chewing on some kind of meat ration.
“Well, lord Efrain,” he said, swallowing the last of it, “we’re finally here, at little quicker than I’d hoped. I suppose old memories stirred me on.”
“Uh-huh,” Efrain said, neglecting to mention that this was a narrowing of the window they’d agreed upon the previous day.
“In any case, we are to meet with the leaders of the city. Riders I sent just returned bearing word. I would like you to be there as my guest, if you wouldn’t mind,” he said.
“Of course,” Efrain said, not bothering to second guess the commander.
“Damafelce,” he said, with a feigned pitiable expression on his face, “I regret to inform you that you’ll be in charge of supervising the soldiers and their accommodations.”
“You’re joking?” Damafelce said, looking unimpressed, “First you leave me in charge of a siege, now I’m cleaning their mess?”
“Precisely.”“If you’re not careful, I’m going to become general before you,” she said, holding up her hand in what was presumably some obscene gesture.
“Not if you don’t learn to delegate,” he said with a laugh, before turning back and trotting toward the front of the line.
“Does that mean I can shove my work off to others like you?” she called, before rolling her eyes.
“I see you two get along well,” Efrain said.
“If by ‘get along’, you mean he leaves me all the boring work,” she snorted.
“Well, it’s always useful to have someone to blame if things go wrong,” Efrain said, “the church’s been doing it to me for the past five centuries.”
That got him a laugh from Damafelce, and a promise to be more mindful of the less fortunate like himself. Within ten minutes, they were riding along, and soon came to a copse before a cobble bridge spanning a shallow river. Beyond lay a proper road, cut stones marching off into the distance. Still a distance away, they could see the outer wall of Karkos, wrapped in sea mists. Naia wheeled on his horse, and made for the troops to gather before him.
“All of you are here as representatives of Angorrah and the church,” he said, “keep to yourselves, answer questions when asked, and no insults, no drunkenness, and for Lost’s sake, if I hear that you start a quarrel with our hosts, I’ll have you pilloried in the central square for the whole city to stone you. Understood?”
A broad yell of assent rose among the assembled tropes, and they set off across the bridge and cobbles. The sun had arced low over the sky, and was starting to paint the mountains in red and purple when they finally arrived, following the curve of the road. It pushed through the farmlands and curled around and out towards the sea, where large beaches of white sand met the turquoise waters. It then moved back and wound its way up a sequence of small but steep hills, before coming untoward the main gate.
The city had indeed greatly increased in size since Efrain had last been to the peninsula. This outerwall was not only relatively new, but twice the height of the old one and made of stone, rather than log palisades. On top, guards armed with bows and dressed in colourful yellow and black surcoats came to point and speak about the newcomers.
The heavy gate was lifted, a drawbridge set across what looked to be a natural river that coursed just outside the walls. At the forefront, there was a company of guards in plate and mail, bearing the standards of several of the great houses of the city, for no single one claimed dominion over the defence. The captain of the guard, a reedy man whose thickness of face was disguised by a considerable moustache, rode forward to herald himself and the city's defence.
“We have been expecting you, commander Naia,” he said, “the council of the wise would meet you within the city. We have prepared appropriate accommodation for your numbers, outside the city walls.”
Naia nodded, clearly having expected it.
“In that case, I will dispatch a contingent of soldiers to escort their men to their lodgings on the beach, if you don’t mind,” said the captain, gesturing for a couple men to come forward.
“Of course,” Naia said, “Captain, this is my right-hand, Damafelce. She’ll be overseeing the soldiers while I am in the city. Any complaints of their behaviour, should I not be available, should be addressed to her, and she will deal with the offenders.”
The captain nodded, not showing any surprise that a Niethe woman was of such import. Damafelce quickly smothered any sourness on her face at the prospect, and wheeled around, leading the bulk of the soldiers away. What was left were Efrain, the two paladins and their charges in a wagon, Naia and two of his captains.
“You’ll have to dismount and leave your creatures here,” said the captain, gesturing to a series of stonework stalls, seemingly built into the hill, “they will be well kept, I assure you. Only…”
His eyes fell upon Tykhon, who regarded him impassively.
“I must apologise, for I have never seen such a beast,” he said.
“Oh, he’ll be harmless,” Efrain said, sliding off his back, “though I don’t think the stables would be the best place for him.”
There was a trick with animals, particularly intelligent ones and magical attuned creatures, of which Tykhon was both. They might not be able to understand such abstract concepts like ‘north’, but direction was on the table, if articulated properly. Efrain used the memory of the white sand beaches to the south, and like lightning, Tykhon shot away, off the road and down toward the beach. The captain was left, mouth open as he watched the mount disappear down the hill.
“I’ve sent him to the beach,” Efrain said, “I think he’ll enjoy it there. No harm will come of it, unless someone should unwisely try to hunt him, though he’ll probably rather run than fight.”
“I’ll inform the patrols,” said the man, looking with not inconsiderable concern at the beaches in the distance.
“Well,” Naia said, also disgruntled at the haste of Tykhon, “now that that’s sorted, we’d best not keep the committee waiting. After you captain.”
The guard dismounted, and they passed by spearmen guarding the open gate. What they emerged out to was a cacophony - multistory buildings of brick and timber were packed closely together, open shop fronts bustling with people. All parted as the guard cleared a path, and stared at the visitors that walked behind them. The ringing of blacksmith hammers, the hawking of street-merchants and artisans, the strumming of various instruments and songs of the bubbly Karkosian language carried between the warm light of paper lanterns.
Soon, the street curved downwards to match the slope of the hill, the shops becoming a series of stepped counters and balconies. Out before them stretched the expanse of the cities, the buildings becoming larger, more colourful and more ornate as they approached the intersection with the sea and rose up the side of the mountains. In the centre of the street was a great wooden platform on wheels, and attached to a great series of pulleys and ropes passing along wooden posts, packed with crates and boxes. Behind it was a tower, with stacks of stones threaded through with the rope, presumably a counterweight of some kind.
Past that was the Karkos that Efrain remembered, built directly on three shallow lagoons that were sheltered somewhat from storms.
Still, even that was changed, the buildings, mostly stepped pyramids of stone, and the canals that surrounded them were now monstrously large, dripping with plants and vibrant stonework. High bridges and suspended streets of wood clung to their side, allowing boat traffic to cross beneath. He could even see, between the gaps of tall, multi storey towers built on top of the surrounding ziggurats, the Grand Square, where he’d often gone for recitations of poetry and plays. There was a familiar warm feeling in his heart - it was good to be back, even with such changes as they were.
“The committee wishes to meet you in the grand square,” said the captain, “it is some distance to the canal. I understand you have been travelling for some days now, we may take down the lift if you so wish.”
The assembled group agreed that they would be grateful for the chance to rest their legs, and they were ushered onto the platform. At the captain’s signal, they began to gain speed with the rest of the goods, controlled only through the tautness of the thick ropes. Efrain examined the cables as the wheels turned, sending them down inexorably to the end of the road, where it sank below the blue waters.
As they trundled down, Naia and the city captain began speaking in hushed Karkosian. Efrain leaned back against a stack of crates, pretending not to understand the conversation like Naia’s captains, who were visibly annoyed.
“Who is waiting for us?” asked Naia, “it’s been some years since I’ve been in the city.”
“The selected houses for the committee range commander,” said the captain, “most are of established blood, though there is an upstart. The houses of Perlago, Bramste, Frane, have elected to send representatives. Asssenda is an upstart house.”
“Only four?” said Naia, his brow furrowing, “what has happened? Why aren’t the other great houses there?”
“With due respect,” said the commander, “your message was rushed. Some of the house leaders might not have even received it. There are some that didn’t show for… other reasons, but they are largely consumed with the preparations for the Festival, commander.”
“Festival? What-” Naia said, before slapping his head, “by the gods. I completely forgot.”
The commander nodded, as Efrain tried to place his memory of the various festivals and feasts of Karkos. There were certainly several that fell broadly in the summer, but this had to be-
Oh.
“Oh dear,” said Naia, “this will… I had plans to commission a ship, perhaps several for the soldiers. We couldn’t hope to find one for days.”
“It’s unlikely, commander,” said the captain, “your timing was unfortunate.”
“If I had known, I wouldn’t have rushed,” laughed Naia, “the gods are intent on mischief it would seem.”
The captain of the guard laughed with him and agreed.
“Well, I suppose that is something we’ll have to discuss with the representatives,” said Naia, “after our trials, perhaps it would be good for the men to enjoy the Festival.”
“Of course, commander,” said the captain impassively as they continued down the hill.
There was scant conversation to eavesdrop upon as they made their way into the entrance of the launch, where the cobbles disappeared under the water. There were several, magnificently accented boats waiting for them, each piloted by large, powerful, and equally colourful polemen.
Efrain hopped from the platform’s edge onto the waiting boat, hardly disturbing it compared to Naia’s captain who clambered in after him. They pushed off the launch and turned into the canal, a corridor of intricately carved stone and multi coloured lanterns. As they picked up speed, Efrain noted the banners that were set out, large, thick, and, like everything else, intensely coloured. People on the bridges and walkways above stopped to turn and point at the travellers.
“Your name poleman?” asked Efrain in the formal Karkosian manner.
To his credit, the man betrayed only the slightest surprise that Efrain could speak the language fluently.
“Aman. How may I be of service?” he responded as he sent them forwards with another long stroke.
“I don’t mean to disturb your work, but I would like to know, if you have any knowledge, of course, of some of the city’s happenings.” Efrain said, happy that he could easily recall some of the more obtuse grammar, “It’s been some years since I’ve been in the city.”
“Of course,” said Aman, “that is wise. The houses come together for the festival, putting aside their quarrels. Only…”
Efrain waited patiently as they turned past another bridge, and moved to the south.
“There are two outstanding houses,” he said, looking around as if someone might be listening, “Madros and Carim, their dispute is most grievous.”
“Give it to me in brief, young man,” said Efrain, listening intently.
It seemed that two, he was assured, most venerable, sons of the two houses had gotten into a dispute that culminated in violence. The Madros son, first son of the family no less, had gotten a dire putrefaction that threatened his life. This naturally led to accusations of poisoned blades and dishonourable schemes, and an already fraught situation escalated. Apparently, the second son of Carim had hidden somewhere in the city, while the rest of the noble houses tried to calm the Madros.
“Still, the eldest houses have chosen not to intervene,” he said.
“Any particular reason why?” said Efrain.
“It’s not for this humble servant to know, but rumours run abound. Nothing certain,” said the man, keeping his eyes fixed on manoeuvring through the canals.
“I see, thank you,” said Efrain as they were propelled through an opening in a building that cut over the river. Servants were speaking in hushed tones as they passed the interior dock, loading barrels onto waiting boats. Finally, they emerged onto the grand square, a massive flat piece of interlocking masonry edged with bridges and steps. They were in the late stages of preparation, long sequences of covered tables and stalls spanned with ribbons and banners.
At the centre of the square there was a party of richly dressed individuals of various descriptions. All were heralded by bannermen carrying the standards of their houses. Efrain noted that it was mostly younger scions or older, presumably distant and less important members of the families that were represented.
As Naia’s party was assembled, they were introduced to the representatives of Karkos. Amicio Bramste, Veniz Peralgo, Audientore Frane, Keiren Assendra. The captain of the city guard, as well as the master of the docks were there, and one pudgy, bespectacled man, dressed in black. Unable to contain his excitement, the man rushed forward, stared directly at Efrain, and loudly proclaimed:
“Mentor Avencia, of the Belacore Academy! What a wonder and an honour to meet you, master Efrain!”
Naia stared at Efrain, the assembled nobles stared at Efrain, the paladins stared at him, the children, the master of the docks and the captain of the city guard. All looking as Efrain simply took the man’s hand.
‘Academy’? Efrain thoughts raced, ‘Belacore’ academy? What does that have to do with m- oh. Oh no.
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2023.06.05 17:48 properlad2201 I will probably not but…

Is it worth trying to text my ex happy birthday to also try to wish them that but also be able to see if they really blocked me everywhere like I think they did. If they did block me no harm in trying and I finally get my closure but I’m scared about like what if they didn’t? Will they get mad? Or has it been long enough that maybe everything will be fine? Good route is they just don’t care, ignore it and move on. Maybe not good for my mental but well no conflict there except my own internal one.
Basically yeah I know this is a really really dumb choice, I probably even if people try to convince me might not go through with it out of anxiety but I really do wish they have a great day, and ofc miss being friends… probably should’ve tagged this as more of a vent but oh well I was originally just looking for advice.
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2023.06.05 17:46 ThrowRA007621 My boyfriend (22M) wants to break up with me (21F) because I won’t delete all men off my social media

weve been dating for a year and a half and he told me that he doesnt like the fact that i am friends with males. which is understandable and ive come to understand a lot of men think that way because of how a “guys mind works” however ive never had a history with any of my guy friends. a lot of these friends i have grown up with my whole life, and the few i didnt know from highschool i met before i met him and considered them great friends of mine. i stopped hanging out with my male friends because he didnt like it. if i did see them (rarely) it was in group settings but nothing more than that. he asked to see all my snapchats from the past year and there was guys on there, but 75% of them were left on read and it was mostly harmless stuff like swiping up on a story, wishing happy birthday, etc. if it wasnt that, it was me catching up with a friend from high school but never anything beyond platonic, no flirting. he told me he was disgusted with how many guys i had on social media and told me i should delete all of them if i really cared about him. he said if he meant so much to me i would just delete all of them and wouldnt think twice. i can understand where hes coming from in a sense but i think asking me to delete all these people was way too far and breaking up with me over it was a step further. he also has girls on his social media that ive seen him talking to and when i brought it up he would either say he was “catching up” with them (but that later turned into “its because i want to f*ck all of them”) or he would say im taking about you not me. how can i know if i was disrespecting his boundaries or if his boundaries were unreasonable?
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2023.06.05 17:42 Mean-Classic-7739 Something in the blizzard (actual part 1 this time)

Part 1
Day 3
I woke up with Chloe cuddled up next to me in bed. Her head was resting on my chest and she was lightly snoring. I gently shifted and opened the curtains. I was preparing to be blinded by the pure white snow but I wasn’t. I didn’t see much at first as it is a window well but after I looked up it really started to seem strange. Sure it was snowing hard and there was a thick blanket of snow on the ground, but it was odd that it was still so dark outside. It almost seemed like someone had turned the brightness down if that makes sense. I checked the time on the clock just in case it was earlier in the morning than I thought but… it wasn’t the clock read 8:32 am.
“Hey… hey Chloe,” I mumbled gently, nudging her head.
“Mhmm,” She yawned, her eyes hardly open.
“Look outside, is it just me or is that strange?” I asked her pointing to the window.
“Give me a sec,” She said, reaching for her glasses on the nightstand.
She put them on and then looked out the window. She stared out the window for a minute and by the way she tilted her head I knew she was confused.
“That… that’s weird,” She said finally.
“What time is it?” She asked, turning toward me.
“8:32,” I answered.
“That’s weird then, it's almost like the sun isn’t out,” She observed getting up and fully opening the curtains to get a better look.
I got a little uncomfortable Chloe had taken meteorology for two years of high school and taken it as a minor in college. She wasn’t an expert but it still made me confused.
“Must be just a very thick cloud cover,” She said, eyeing it suspiciously.
I could tell she was a little nervous so I got up and put an arm around her.
“It’ll be okay the storm will pass in like a day or two anyways,” I said mustering my most encouraging voice.
She smiled at me and leaned into me: “I know, I just can’t help but worry sometimes you know.”
“Yeah I do,” I said.
It was right then when we were staring out that window that what my dad said yesterday began creeping back up into my mind. They’ll escape from the lab… they’ll kill you… the creatures will kill you!
“Who’s the creatures? What lab?” I thought to myself.
“What babe?” Chloe asked, looking up at me.
“Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to say that out loud, just something Dad had told me in his ramblings when he called me at the store last night,” I explained.
She nodded, “Well I wouldn’t take anything from him, he’s just a nut job,” she said, “I’m glad you're more like your mom than him.”
She gave me a cute little smile after that and I just smiled back.
I made my way upstairs and saw Gretchen and her boys were already having breakfast. Cinnamon toast crunch for the boys and Gretchen had made herself some pancakes and bacon.
“Any more?” I asked her motioning towards her plate.
“Yep, in the kitchen,” She said, pointing towards it.
“Thanks, sis!” I smiled.
She nodded and I got me and Chloe's plates put together. I then set my plate at the table and hers at the seat next to me, and then began eating. After a couple of minutes, Chloe walked in. Her eyes fell on the plate sitting next to mine.
“Thanks, babe,” She smiled, taking a seat in the chair and beginning to eat as well.
“Mommy, can we go play with the puppies outside?” Alan asked, giving her a big smile.
“Yes, just go put your coats on,” She said, giving Alan and Aaron a sweet little smile.
“Ok mommy,” They both said excitedly running off to their room.
“Alby why don’t you join your brothers,” She suggested giving him a look.
Alby who had his head in a book as always sighed and walked off to the room after his two brothers.
“Hey Chloe, does that blizzard look concerning to you?” Gretchen asked her the moment the boy's bedroom door closed.
Chloe looked outside again. The snow wasn’t falling that heavy at the moment.
“Yeah seems fine I’d have them come inside if it picks up anymore though,” Chloe explained after swallowing a large chunk of her pancake.
“No I mean look how dark it is,” Gretchen motioned outside.
“Oh, yeah me and Joey were talking about that earlier, just seems like a very thick cloud cover, but I’d keep an eye on them,” Chloe explained.
“I’ll keep two eyes,” Gretchen said as the three boys came out of the room wearing their big blue coats and boots.
They all hurried outside with the three dogs following quickly behind them. May and Moore jumped around with them in the snow while Herman looked like he was patrolling the backyard which wasn’t unordinary, but it was however odd to see how fixed his eyes were on the forest.
“Think he sees something?” Gretchen asked, sounding concerned.
“Probably a deer,” I suggested.
Grethen nodded and her concerns seemed to dissipate quickly.
I came back upstairs now changed into a flannel and jeans, and looked over to see the boys still outside playing. Chloe still sat at the table now with her laptop in front of her, and Gretchen was staying near the window to keep an eye on the boys.
“Any internet?” I asked while walking up to Chloe.
She let out a defeated sigh, “Nothin…” She was cut off by a distant pop sound, followed quickly by another, and then a third, then a fourth, it was silent again. I stood still and I knew that sound.
“Those were gunshots,” I said quickly, “I’m going to go check it out, and see what’s going on.”
“What? Babe stay here, it is not safe outside,” Chloe reasoned.
“Yes, which is why I need to go. Say that person was firing at a bear and now they're hurt and have no way to call help or something. I should go just in case.” I explained.
“And I’ll bring the rifle,” I added in an attempt to calm Chloe's nerves.
Gretchen moved from her spot at the window and was now calling the boys and dogs inside. I made my way downstairs and grabbed the rifle, my winter gear, and a pair of old satellite phones.
I then hurried back upstairs where Chloe now stood by the door worried.
“Chloe before I go I want to see if these will work,” I said, handing her one of the phones.
Her face lit up at it, it seemed the prospect of me being able to communicate with her calmed her nerves.
I pressed the little button and then talked into the phone, I heard although scratchy my voice then came from her phone.
“Ok, now test yours,” I told her.
She said hi to hers, then I heard her voice come faintly out of my phone.
“Alright, it works,” I said, happy that I wouldn’t have to face whatever was happening alone.
“Be safe,” She said, giving me a big hug.
Then Gretchen ran over and joined in followed then by Alan and Aaron.
“Be safe uncle,” Alan said, giving me a big smile.
“I will,” I said to all of them. “Is mom still sleeping?” I asked Gretchen quickly.
She nodded then I kissed Chloe goodbye and walked off into the blizzard. The snow of course had started to pick up significantly making my field of view almost nothing. I looked around at the other houses and saw nothing. No lights, no movement, no signs of life. It was then that I really realized how many people had left town. We were the only ones left on the street. I slowly made my way in the direction I’d heard the gunshots.
Bzzzzz… “Hey you ok,” Chloe asked through the phone.
“Wow, checking on me already, someone's needy,” I joked.
She let out a slight giggle, “Be safe,” She said.
“I will,” I said then Bzzzz… and she was gone again.
I continued onward when another faint sound broke through the sounds of the wind. It was some sort of screech or scream. I couldn’t entirely tell because it was so faint. I unslung the rifle from my shoulder and held it out ahead of me. Both the scream screech and gunshots came from the direction of the store. I felt my heart thumping through my chest as I got closer to the gas station. I gripped the rifle tighter as I took one step at a time, and I slowly made my way forward. I felt sweat begin to build on my temples despite the cold. My entire body began to shake, and I stopped for a moment to catch my breath. Calm down, calm down. I thought. I took slow deep breaths then started walking again.
I looked around to see where I was, but the snow was falling so hard that I could hardly see ahead of me. I squinted and thought I saw distant lights. I kept the rifle ahead and cautiously hurried towards them, as I got closer I realized that the sun had caught a slight gap through the storm and glinted the light perfectly off the back of a car. I sighed and kicked the snow in frustration.
Bzzzz… “Hey babe, do you know what happened?” Chloe's worried voice cut through my moment of frustration.
“I don’t know… I still haven’t made it over there, I got a little turned around.” I told her.
She paused for a second like she was thinking of something, “BABE! Your satellite should have a built-in GPS.”
I looked at the large phone and saw a small digital screen showing our neighborhood, which had two red dots on it. One was in our house and the other was two houses down in someone's driveway.
I chuckled, “Babe I only moved like two houses down, I must’ve been walking in circles.”
She burst out laughing, “Thank goodness I called you, make sure not to hang up because then the GPS shuts off,” She instructed.
“Understood, thanks, babe!” I said.
I walked slowly for another 15 minutes or so before just about a block from the store the signal was lost. I swore and angrily kicked the ground again. It’s ok. I thought you were only a block away.
I moved to the sidewalk so I could use the signs and mailboxes as markers that I was still walking straight. Then finally the store was in view. Carl’s car was the only car in the parking lot and I noticed a large scratch on the side, and one of the windows was shattered. I also noticed shelves had been moved against the windows and doors. I walked over and loudly knocked on the glass door. I saw eyes peeking through the glass and I pulled my scarf down to show my face. Carl moved the small shelf in front of the door and let me in.
I walked inside and he gave me a look towards the rifle.
“I heard gunshots,” I said.
“Oh…” I saw a dark scared look in his eyes.
“What happened?” I asked, looking into the man's eyes.
“Well, I saw something outside near the car. I thought it was a deer or something so I gave it no mind until I heard a metal scraping sound and then the car window shattered. I pulled my gun out from under the counter and made my way toward the door and cracked it open. I yelled a few times but it didn’t run so I poked my head out to get a better look. It wasn’t a deer. I didn’t get a good look. I just know it didn’t look friendly so I shot at it four times and it ran off into the blizzard. I know I hit it at least three times but it didn’t bleed. I… I’m scared.” He told it with a fear on his face that looked out of place.
“To be honest I’m surprised you even made it here without getting attacked.” He admitted.
“Did it screech at some point?” I asked, nervous about what the answer would be.
“Yeah, actually it did, a couple of minutes after I shot at it I heard something screech and I thought I could faintly see it through the falling snow.” He explained.
I nodded, “I need to get back home,” I said a new sense of urgency within me.
“I’m not letting you go back outside with that bulletproof monster thing on the loose,” Carl ordered, getting in between me and the door.
“I’m not staying while a bulletproof monster thing is loose in the neighborhood and can go attack my family at its whim,” I growled loud and sternly even though I didn’t entirely believe his story.
I pulled out the satellite phone and tried to call Chloe again. Nothing. I looked outside and saw that the blizzard had picked up considerably.
I let out a sigh: “I don’t think that blizzard will let me go home.”
Carl let out a sigh of relief and showed me to the small break room and let me take a seat at the table.
“Everything going well over at your house?” He asked.
“Good, enjoying the break of things,” I said, giving him a smile.
“I wish it was a break,” Carl signed, “I’ve been hearing strange things in the blizzard for days.”
“What sorts of things?” I asked.
“Screams, screeches, howls, and all sorts of unholy things. Sounds to me like the devil himself is out there.” He growled.
“Strange, very strange. How’s your family?” I asked, trying to change the subject to something less crazy.
“Fine, they haven’t really noticed that anything is wrong, I mostly hear the noises when I’m outside.” He explained. “What about your family?”
“Good, we didn’t even know anything was wrong until I heard the gunshots today.”
“Probably, because you're so far from the center.”
“What?”
“Well whatever animal is in town that attacked my car, seems to be dwelling mostly in the center of town.”
“How do you know that?” I asked not really believing him but still curious.
“From everyone who has come into the store in the past 3 days. I haven’t been the first to see whatever it is.” He explained in such a way that I almost wanted to believe him.
“Have any other vehicles or things been damaged?” I inquired trying to pry more at the information this man clearly held.
“Bob said something about his shed being broken in too but not much else. I’d ask Bob for more information but he was so drunk he could hardly tell me that.”
“I wouldn’t trust a thing Bob says especially when he’s drunk like that,” I told him.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t have if I wasn’t getting strange news from more trustworthy people.”
“Fair…”
Ka-Thunk! The loud noise of the store's door opening interrupted our chat.
“Carl, are you in here? You ok?” A man's familiar voice yelled into the store.
Carl walked out of the room and out to where the man was.
“Yes I’m ok…” Carl began before the man interrupted him.
“I heard gunshots, what happened?” He asked.
“Here come sit down and I’ll tell you,” Carl instructed as he walked the man into the room.
I recognized the man the moment he walked in, his name was Fred Garrison. Fred was tall and bulky with a large brown beard and always wore a baseball cap. The cap he wore today was red and white and clearly worn with age.
“Howdy Joey,” He greeted in his thick Southern accent.
“Hi Fred, how are you doing?” I asked.
“Good, good, just want to know why Carl was shooting his gun like a demon from hell was after him.” He said motioning to Carl.
Carl then told Fred the same story he told me. Fred listened the entire time but looked and sounded even more disbelieving than I had.
“Carl, you realize I was joking when I said something about a demon from hell, I’m supposed to believe that some monster thing was lurking outside your store and scratched your car.” He yelled in frustration.
“I wasn’t saying it was a monster, I’m just saying that deer die after they get shot four times,” Carl said giving Fred a frustrated look.
“Ugh, Joey do you believe this bull crap?” He yelled, turning to face me.
I thought about what exactly to say, and maybe I stopped to think if I actually believed Carl then finally I spoke; “Fred I’ve known Carl for most of my life and the man has never once lied to me, do I think what scratched his car was a monster? No, but I also trust this man, and I think there may have been a very strange-acting deer in front of the store, and maybe Carl thought he had better aim than he did.”
Fred huffed then finally seemed to relent; “Well if there ain’t anything wrong imma leave.” Fred said standing up and walking out of the room.
Carl hurried after him; “Fred, I don't want you to leave. The weather is really bad right now.”
Carl motioned to the snow which was falling so fast and in such vast quantities that it made seeing anything outside of the store impossible. Fred grumbled again and after a small argument he finally relented and we all went to sit back down at the table.
After half an hour or so the snow finally slowed down and started falling like slow small flakes.
“Alright, it’s as safe as it’s going to be if you want to leave,” Carl said, poking his head into the room.
“Thank you!” I said, smiling at him.
He nodded and I pulled out the phone.
Bzzzz… “Chloe, are you there?” I asked, trying not to let my worry show.
“Joey, thank goodness you're ok! What happened?” She asked, sounding a little nasally like she’d been crying.
“I’ll tell you when I get back but yes I’m ok,” I explained quickly, and then before Carl could object I left the store with my rifle slung over my back.
I started walking back to the house. It was slow work and now there was an additional four or five inches of snow which only made the task harder.
“You ok?” Chloe asked after a couple of minutes.
I brought the phone to my head and responded: “Yeah I’m ok just a lot more snow on the ground now.” I said.
“Are you almost home?” She asked.
“Yeah just down the street,” I said.
“Ok,” She said.
Bzzz… and she hung up. I kept walking forward, my eyes locked on the house when she walked out holding the other rifle and ran over to hug me when she saw me.
Day 7
I woke up almost the same way as the days before except Chloe wasn’t there with me. In a panic, I sat up quickly and called her name: “Chloe!”
“I’m right here dummy,” She said from the window.
I looked over and saw her standing in front of it.
“I thought I saw something weird but I can’t get a good look because it’s a window well.” She said, giving me a look of defeat.
I got up and looked through the window well. You couldn’t see much because of the snow and the way the window well was, but it looked like something was walking around in the front yard. Me and Chloe changed quickly then made our way upstairs and to the window looking out front. It was hard to tell through the foggy window and falling snow but we were able to see large sewer lid-sized spiders crawling about. I jumped back in shock and Chloe let out a small squeal.
“What kind of satan spawn are those things?” Chloe sputtered out, a terrified look on her face.
I looked closer, not responding, and this is when I realized although their resemblance was similar to spiders they were not spiders. There seemed to be two distinct types of them: one type resembled large slug-like things with 8 long spider-like legs. It also possessed a long but narrow head; its head almost looked like an arrow point. The other type was much nastier looking. They possessed eight legs covered in serrated spines. Their bodies resemble closely to wasp bodies with a large raised abdomen that brandished a massive stinger. I saw they were surrounding a large dog. It wasn’t ours it looked like our neighbors, the Garrisons, a black lab named Blue. The dog started barking out in an attempt to scare them away, but it was a dozen or so spider things against one dog.
Finally, after a while, the dog reached down to try and bite one of them but it jumped up and stung the dog in the face. The dog began to yelp and shook the thing off, but I could tell immediately that the stinger had hit its mark. The dog looked weaker and another stinger stung it, then another, then another, they all began stinging it until it collapsed. The dog still tried to fit but there was no use. It seemed to be paralyzed. It was one last whimper before one of the slugs walked up to the dog's mouth and started crawling inside shedding its long legs in the process. The dog let out this horrible retching choking bark sound. Chloe let out a small sob as the slug fully went down the dog's throat and then disappeared. The dog gave one final whimper before it went silent. Then the stinger spiders around it began webbing up the body. I was impressed by how quickly they were able to do so in under a minute the body was covered in a thick webbing. After which the spiders dragged it away and disappeared into the blizzard.
I looked over and saw how horrified Chloe was, her normally pretty face was twisted into an expression of fear and disgust.
“What in h-e double hockey sticks?” She finally said.
“What happened, why are the dogs barking?” Gretchen yawned as she stepped out of her bedroom.
Her face turned more concerned when she saw me and Chloe's disgusted face. Then before I could explain what had happened a few of them made their way back over and started inspecting the house then one of us made a sound or something and it jumped at the window. I pulled the blinds down and quietly whispered for Gretchen and Chloe to get the kids and my mom downstairs. In the meantime, I rushed downstairs also and grabbed the rifle. I sat upstairs for a second looking through the windows to try and see the things but it seemed wherever I was they weren’t, and in a mix of defeat and fear I went downstairs and joined my family. I set the rifle down on the couch and hugged Chloe close to me.
We all huddled on the floor listening. We heard scratching sounds on the doors and then windows. I held my breath but nothing shattered. Then the sounds moved from the walls to the roof. They scurried around up there in a seemingly never-ending attempt to find access to our house. Then suddenly Herman let out one solitary defensive bark. It was deep and intimidating but I knew it was likely the end if I didn’t stop him. I started to stand up but Chloe grabbed my hand, she looked terrified, but I knew I had to stop Herman so I squeezed her hand and then let go.
I quietly made my way upstairs and saw Herman standing guard by the back door. I pulled my revolver from my belt and slowly made my way over to him. The slight creaks in the old wood floor sounded like sirens signaling my location. After a minute I wrapped a hand around his collar and started scanning the room for May and Moore. I saw their booth huddled on the coach whimpering quietly. I called them over and hesitantly they came then I led the three dogs downstairs and just as I took the last step down. SCREECH!!
It came from upstairs and it sounded angry and in pain. I hurried back upstairs with Chloe hot on my heels despite what I’d told her. I peeked into the living room from the stairs and saw a slug running around the room engulfed in flames. It was leaving a trail of small sparks and ashes behind it and for a moment I wasn’t sure what to do. I figured I’d miss if I shot at it so I ran over to try and grab it. Meanwhile, I saw Chloe dart for the back door.
CRASH! One of the windows shattered and several of the stingers jumped into the house, and before I could stop it one of them jumped onto my back. I screamed and reached back trying to grab it but I felt a sharp pain in my hand. Herman emerged from the basement and almost immediately jumped onto me and with a loud crunch it was dead. I started to feel a little dizzy but tried to help. There were still six spiders in the house, and Chloe stood by the back door trying to get a shot at one of them with the rifle. The stingers continued to run around the floor and I felt another jab its stinger into my ankle. I looked over at the disgusting thing, picked it up by its legs and threw it into another stinger. BANG! The stinger I’d thrown and the one it’d landed on both exploded in a mess of yellow-greenish slop. There were still four stingers and at this point the flaming slug had curled up in a ball on the floor. I had an idea and I sprinted for the fireplace grabbing the fire pick. As I suspected, two of the stingers followed and I skewered them both with the fire pick. The last two scurried in the corner almost like they were planning when BANG! One of them exploded into another mess of slop and the last one made a rush for Herman, but in a surprisingly quick movement for the big dog he pinned the stinger's legs onto the ground with his paw and proceeded to eat the stinger.
We all stood there for a second breathing heavily when my eyes met the small fire around the dead slug. I dropped the fire pick, grabbed a blanket from the couch, and used it to quickly snuff the fire.
“Is everything ok up there?” Gretchen asked, very concerned.
“Y...” I tried to say but I started to feel loopy.
I started to shake and stumble and I remembered the two stings they’d gotten on me, then suddenly I remembered nothing.
My eyes opened slowly and at first I didn’t see much but my vision quickly cleared and I saw Gretchen looking over me.
“Wh… what happened?” I stammered out.
I was in such a daze that I could hardly remember it.
“Those spider, bug, whatever stung you a few times. I was worried it had really hurt you.” Gretchen said, giving me a hug.
I sat up and felt the pain in my back and in my foot.
“Where’s everyone else?” I asked.
“Mom and Chloe are both cleaning upstairs, and the boys are just down the hall.” She explained.
I stood up and wobbled a little, but walked over to the stairs.
“Joey!” Gretchen called after me, “You're probably sick, you need to lie down.” She tried to order me.
“No I’m going to go help clean so mom doesn’t have to,” I told her.
Gretchen let out a frustrated huff then I walked up the stairs. I turned down the hall and saw the mess that was in the living room. The parts and slop that were many of the bugs were still everywhere. I looked over to the shattered window and saw the glass had been cleaned up, and the window had been covered by a large piece of plywood. My mom walked out of the kitchen with a broom and dustpan.
“Sweetie you’re ok,” She yelled with excitement hurrying over and giving me a hug.
I hugged her back and we stood there for a second.
“Do you feel ok?” She asked, looking up at me.
“I’m fine mom, where’s Chloe?” I asked.
“She’s checking to make sure nothing outside was damaged,” My mom said.
I immediately felt a mix of frustration and worry fill me and I hurried for the back door yelling, “You let her go outside alone!”
I immediately followed her fresh boot prints through the snow and around the side of the house. I saw her standing there looking at a group of scratches from the spiders, the rifle slung by her side. I let out a slight noise and in one quick motion, she turned toward me with the rifle aimed right at my face. As soon as she saw it was me she ran over and tried to hug me but I was already hurrying her inside. I didn't want to be out there any longer than we needed to be.
Day 10
I sat by the window watching the outside as I had before when I saw something large and dark dart down the street followed by two smaller ones. The largest looked to be about the size of a horse while the other two were about the size of a deer. They looked so off though, especially the big one. It almost looked like it had six legs, but it was so hard to tell through the snow.
I gasped at the monstrous look of the creatures: that’s probably what Carl saw I thought. Then in a slight panic, I grabbed the blinds and pulled them down. I quietly hushed the boys and had everyone go downstairs. I sat at the foot of the stairs, rifle in hand, but nothing happened.
Day 11
Pop! Pop! Those two gunshots were what woke me up early that morning. I sat up in a panic and almost immediately put the situation together. Those gunshots were from the store, from Carl's revolver, and they were likely his last two because he’d fired four the last time I heard it and his model of revolver could fit 6 rounds.
I got up and immediately started throwing my winter gear on. Chloe also sat up with a worried look on her face.
“You can’t be going out there,” She said, sounding much more worried now.
“Babe, I need to make sure he’s ok. I’m not leaving him to die.” I said defiantly.
“Well, I’m not letting you go out there to die… unless I go with you. You’re a terrible shot!” She yelled, getting very upset.
“Ok, then get your gear on,” She nodded and we both got ready quickly.
After I was fully dressed I walked over to the gun safe we had in the hall and began to peruse. Along with the revolver and two rifles, we also owned a long-barreled 12 gauge shotgun, a semi-automatic rifle, and another hunting rifle with a heat view mode on the scope. I grabbed the 12 gauge and walked back into the room handing Chloe the sniper rifle. I heard light footsteps and looked down the hallway to see Gretchen descending the stairs. She walked over and met me by the doorway.
“Are you leaving?” She asked, looking like she already knew the answer.
“Yes, Chloe is coming as back-up,” I explained looking over at Chloe who was now loading the sniper rifle.
“Bring mom and the kids down here while we're gone, and keep one of the rifles on you,” I ordered and she nodded running upstairs.
After a few more quick and tense minutes we were standing by the door with all our winter gear, the two guns, and headlamps. I waited next to Chloe as she showed Gretchen how to use the satellite phone.
“I love you, be safe,” Gretchen said, giving me a big hug.
I hugged her back trying not to cry, “Will be back in 30 minutes max,” was all I could say.
“You keep him safe,” Gretchen ordered as she hugged Chloe.
“He’d die without me,” Chloe joked.
Then we both walked out the front door and into the snowy night. It was so dark out darker than I’d ever seen it before, and now the snow was deep almost up to our waists. Luckily we had snow shoes that made us sink only halfway up our shins. I walked ahead with the shotgun out and ready, and Chloe stood behind me navigating our way through the dark snowy night.
The cold wind chilled us to the bone as we continued. I could tell Chloe was scared, I was too but I didn’t say anything. We slowly continued our way through the blizzard, not giving up despite its relentless attacks. Each footstep was another loud crunch that seemed to me as loud and obvious as nails on a chalkboard, but nothing seemed to hear it or if they did they just didn’t care. I just kept praying and hoping that Carl was ok and that it was just like last time, but something in my gut knew the man was probably long dead.
Off in the distance over the howling wind, I thought I heard something. Maybe a scream or a yell I wasn’t sure but it sounded human. Then again but this time it was fainter and I could tell it came from the same direction as the store. I hurried forward even faster with Chloe grabbing the back of my coat to keep up.
Finally, after what seemed like an hour we arrived in front of the store. It looked like it had gone through hell and back. I saw the car that had been parked out front was now tipped over and extremely beat up, but even more so was the store. Every single window was shattered and the shelves that had been blocking them were completely ripped apart. As we walked up to our feet began making crunching sounds as each step was on shards of broken glass. Then we were at the door and I took a deep breath thinking of everyone I’d ever loved. I turned around and gave Chloe a big tight hug then I raised the gun and kicked the door open. Silence. Nothing happened and I walked with little hindrance into the destroyed store. Food and junk and wood and glass. It was everywhere, and then there was blood. A large trail of blood led into one of the backrooms. Chloe noticed too and she let out a small gasp. I motioned for her to stay then I slowly walked into the room. Blood covered the entire floor; the table that had once been there was now a shattered mess of splinters. It looked like a tornado had come through and thrown everything around, but I saw the doorway from this breakroom to the other. I thought I heard a faint sound there. In one swift motion, I kicked open the door with the gun raised and saw what was inside.
This section of the building was a small area where truckers or travelers who had nowhere to stop could stay. Essentially it was a small hostel, and it was divided into two rooms. The first room, the one I’d entered was a large room double the size of a classroom. It had four rows of bunk beds with 5 bunk beds on each row. It was a bit excessive, yes but it got Carl much-needed revenue. The other room directly to the right of me was the shower room, a long tiled room with 8 shower stalls and a wall of lockers.
The bunk room was absolutely torn apart. Feathers littered the ground along with shreds of fabric. Multiple of the beds had been completely toppled over and one that seemed to have been thrown lie in a shattered mess on the other side of the room. Another few bore large scratch marks far larger than what the stingers or slugs could’ve produced. It again like the first two sections of the store looked like a tornado had gone through and torn everything to bits. After my assessment of the room, I looked down to see the blood trail leading into the shower room. This room was just as bad as the others with almost all the stall doors knocked off their hinges and the lockers completely pulled out of the wall. This is when I heard a horrible sound. The sound of flesh being torn and ripped and consumed. It was horrible to hear and even more so because it was happening in one of the stalls closest to me. I turned and my light illuminated a large thing the size of a large deer ripping into the body of Carl.
It looked horrible; it had four long spindly dog-like legs with four large paw feet that ended in large talons. Its body was weird and slimy with a large back abdomen that looked like it was swelling. Right as the body connected with the neck two more oversized arms sat. Its entire body seemed to be covered in a bony exoskeleton with small gaps around the joints, stomach, and face. They were much longer than the legs and brandished large talons the size of steak knives at the end. It hardly had a neck and its head was small with a horrible-looking mouth that brandished massive carnassials and canines. Its head overall was fairly small and round. Its lower jaw split into two down the middle looking like large mandibles, but the most disturbing part of the face was the eyes. There were 4 and they were brown and very mammalian looking but worst of all I recognized those eyes. Just days ago those eyes looked into mine as the slug went down its throat. Somehow Blue the black lab had turned into this thing.
The moment I walked in the creature turned around and its eyes met mine. It let out a screech that chilled me to the bone and then lunged for me BANG! I was momentarily stunned and I couldn’t hear the ringing in my ears. Then everything came back into vision and the creature was hunched back clearly also stunned. I took advantage of this and started running, but then my foot slipped in the blood and I crashed to the floor. Searing pain ran into me and it felt like a sledgehammer had been slammed into my face. I started to stand when the pain from the rest of my body kicked in, but I remembered the creature, got up, and kept running. I ran into the bunk room slamming straight into Chloe.
“Wha…” She started to ask when the creature came screeching into the room.
Not having time to run I pulled her behind a bunk. I saw the horror in her eyes and I just shushed her. The creature slowly walked around looking for us. I noticed that it walked on its four legs with its big arms folded into its chest like a praying mantis. It took a step in our direction and Chloe raised the rifle and aimed. Bang! This gun, especially compared to the shotgun, was almost nothing in noise, but I saw the bullet hit the creature right in the chest. It let out a loud screech but one more of anger rather than pain. It then started sprinting right for us. I thought about shooting again but figured that wouldn’t do anything so I turned my headlamp on and threw it to the other side of the room. It slammed into the wall and then shattered on the linoleum floor, and the creature immediately turned and started running for it. I grabbed Chloe’s hand and hurried toward the doorway with her just as I heard the creature screech in frustration.
Me and Chloe sprinted through the snow. She was leading the way with her headlamp while I followed behind with my shotgun out ready to shoot if I had to, and in my head, I was screaming to myself for grabbing a shotgun instead of the semi-automatic. I had one more shot before I had to reload so I was determined to make it count. In the snow behind us, I heard the creature's angered screeches as it ran toward us. I stopped and turned around aiming the shotgun.
I could tell without even looking at her that Chloe was terrified. To be fair I was too. Then with one more screech, it appeared on the edge of the light growling and hissing at us. I noticed it was dripping a thick liquid onto the ground that appeared to be blood. Good, it does bleed which means it can die. I thought, and that greatly increased my confidence. Then it made its charge. It was smarter than I gave it credit for because it ran in a zig-zag and the one round Chloe fired completely missed. Then it lunged towards me and one of its large mantis arms slashed deep into my leg right below the knee. I let out a scream and fell to the ground. Then before I could react its teeth were beginning to rip at my back. Bang! Chloe’s first shot got the thing's attention and it moved its mouth from my body. Bang! The second shot right through one of its praying mantis arms, and Bang! The third shot hit it dead in the forehead but its exoskeleton took all the damage. The creature jumped over me and ran towards Chloe who was only about 6 feet away. I watched my whole world begin to fall apart when it jumped on top of her. I saw her struggling to keep its jaws away from her face, and suddenly nothing else seemed to matter but her. I didn’t care if I would die as long as she was safe.
I stood up despite the searing pain in my leg and made a snowball in my left hand.
“HEY JACKWAD!” I screamed at the thing and then threw a snowball for good measure.
Its attention turned back towards me and it sprinted back and jumped onto me knocking me to the ground before I could land a shot. It pinned my right hand holding the shotgun to the ground while I tried to fight its lashing head off with my left. I felt its claws digging into my arms and legs and its arms were unfolding as a likely attempt to kill me, but I never saw what it was about to do because that’s when I executed my plan. I noticed that its bleeding leg was the one holding the gun down so I put all my strength into moving that arm and managed to get it out from under. Then CRUNCH! Its mouth bit down on my left hand and wrist. It opened its mouth and was about to close it to sever my hand, but in a quick motion I wedged the shotgun into its mouth, and BANG!!!!!
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2023.06.05 17:38 rClipsBot Happy birthday Mori!

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2023.06.05 17:37 RNVRH UPDATE from yesterday: Bitterly disappointed with the B&O headphones I received from CeX

This is a follow-up of my post from yesterday.
I ordered a pair of B&O BeoPlay H4 2nd Gen over-ear wireless headphones which were supposed to be a Grade B condition.
They arrived via Royal Mail 48 today and THEY ARE ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE.
The lamb skin ear pads are creased, reek and are even falling off on the right side. A big problem as the ear pads aren’t replaceable at all on this model of headphones.
Also, the headphones overall are mucky and absolutely stink of sweat. These headphones must’ve been used a ton and around animals too as there’s tiny pieces of hair that fell all around the room as soon as I opened the box.
Not happy at all and will definitely be going to my local CeX store to get a refund.
These headphones would struggle to even make a Grade C! I don’t know who graded these as a B.
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