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I was thinking yesterday that maybe the way out is different for every person.
When Boyd went into the forest and the tent was dragged away to somewhere else, it did put him on track to the lighthouse. It's very convenient that Boyds idea of a perfect retirement was having a boat.
It's possibly a stretch I know but what if all of Fromville is almost like a lesson for people that can't figure out their problems in the real world?

24F. Getting that feeling of a UTI starting. But I didn’t have sex recently. I used to get them recurrently after sex but that stopped years ago and I don’t get them from sex anymore. I did not have sex since about 4 weeks ago so it’s not that. The only thing that I can think of , is a few days ago I went to a little rave/camping gathering for more than 24 hours, and I was on my period, and I had to change my pads in the forest and go to the bathroom in the forest where there is no toilet so maybe some bacteria caused it. I have the familiar feeling of slightly needing to pee after already peed. Do you guys think it’s from being on my period and not being able to clean myself usually?

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FYI, this is a story COLLECTION. Lots of standalones technically. So, you can basically start to read at any chapter, no pre-read of the other chapters needed technically (other than maybe getting better descriptions of characters than: Adam Vir=human, Krill=antlike alien, Sunny=tall alien, Conn=telepathic alien). The numbers are (mostly) only for organization of posts and continuity.
OC Written by Charlie Stastarrfallknightrise,
Typed up and then posted here by me.
Proofreading and language check for some chapters by u/Finbar9800
Future Lore and fact check done by me.
Apparently, Krill did not check with law enforcement after the Rumors chapter…
Well shit…
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The darkness around them was hot and stifling. Their breath had leached the freshness out of the crate hours ago, leaving them sitting in a stale muggy darkness. Sunny shifted in the near darkness, struggling to see with the single beam of meager light which filtered in from above.
Adam lay in her arms blacked out completely.
She let his upper body rest gently in her lower arms, while her upper arms searched through his blond hair –matted with dried blood– and across his scalp.
She swore she was going to kill the person who did this to him.
Didn't they know what a knock in the head could do to a human? Didn't they understand what a concussion meant?
He needed a doctor, he needed Krill, but the little physician wasn't with them now.
He was back on the Tesraki home planet with the ship.
And they were... well Sunny had no idea where they were.
It had all happened so fast, one moment they were walking through the streets, going through market vendor stalls and laughing about something stupid, and the next moment Adam was lying unconscious on the ground and her head was inside a bag.
She would have fought, but they threatened to hurt Adam if she did.
Perhaps if it had been some other person, she might have taken that chance, but she wasn't nearly willing enough to risk Adam for her own perceived vanity.
After the attack, they had quickly been carted off across the city and loaded into this crate. She had heard the sound of the docks and the roaring of engines. She had sat in here for hours as the ship passed in and then out of warp.
Wherever they were, they were miles away from home, with no one to come and same them.
And Adam was injured, likely concussed.
Worst of all is that she couldn't even see his eyes to check and make sure if he was ok or not. His breathing was relatively even, a slow expansion of his chest and ribs over and over and over again.
She adjusted herself, groaning softly as she attempted to stretch out her legs. Adam's body was dead weight in her hands as she moved him pulling him further onto her lap to where she could hold him with her right set of arms while examining his wound with the other two.
His head rested against her shoulder breath hot on her neck.
Good, she could make sure he was still alive that way.
The engine thrummed.
She had tried to break out of the box first thing of course, but that action had proven to be fruitless, as had screaming. The engine was much too loud. She had, of course, tried engineering her way out of the box, but without tools, space and with Adam's dead weight to work around, that had also been a fruitless option.
So, she sat in the dark and waited.
She was beginning to worry that Adam would never wake up when he finally began to stir.
Sunny sighed a deep sigh of relief.
"Adam. Adam, are you ok, can you hear me?"
For a horrible moment there was no answer, but then a groggy,
"Sunny... Where are we... Why can't I see?”
A hint of panic crept into his voice.
"Shh, you're ok we are just stuck in a crate, that's all."
"Oh that's good,"
He paused,
"Never thought I would say that about being stuck in a crate."
She sighed again in relief, glad to see that he was at least lucid and understood what was happening,
"Now hold on, what happened, and why do I have such a raging headache?”
She shifted slightly in her space as he adjusted himself.
The crate was small, so there wasn't really anywhere for him to go, so he just ended up resting more securely against her chest, head resting on her chest plate her lower arms wrapped around him to keep him in place.
"We were attacked, you were knocked out and I was threatened."
"And you didn't screw them up?"
"They were threatening to kill you. I only had so many options."
He grunted, and in the dark he sighed, turning his head so his cheek was brushing up against her,
"This has been a shit day."
That made her laugh. Leave it to Adam to make her laugh when their lives were in danger.
Nothing much they could do about the situation now, and they remained in darkness, curled up together under the roaring of the engine.
Both of them felt it when the ship came into atmosphere, growing more and more nervous as they felt their crate being shifted and moved. Their little sliver of light was completely gone now leaving them in complete darkness as they were jostled and jolted around inside the crate. Then there came voices, Tesraki, Drev, Burg, and another voice which was far less familiar to Sunny than any of the others.
She felt Adam go still in her arms.
"What?”
"Prodigum."
He hissed, the sharp crack of the spat word hissing through the darkness.
”Prodigum?”
Sunny didn't know much about that species. The only thing she knew for sure is that they had withdrawn from peace talks with the GA and were an outside entity. She knew they occasionally traded with the GA and that Adam had had some run-ins with them. Run-ins like human slave trade or… infant meat trade that gave him a serious hatred for their kind, which was uncharacteristic for his usual forgiving nature.
The crate jolted and rocked.
A distant thrumming filled the background, the lull of conversation, and then it went silent again.
The box jolted downwards.
"Here master, just as you requested."
"I assume you got a good specimen?"
Adam and Sunny leaned up against the walls of their crate trying to determine who or what was speaking.
"You will be most pleased with us master. Got you a real fine specimen we did, worth well over the asking prices. Will be the most exotic piece to your collection for sure."
There was a low sort of guttural rumble from the outside of the crate.
"I will be the judge of that. Open the crate."
There was some shuffling for a moment, a sharp snap and the sides of the box fell away. Sunny and Adam were forced to raise their hands against the light as bright purple and blue light assailed them from all directions. They blinked past the shade cast by their hands.
The room they stood in was strange.
They got the feeling that the open space was supposed to be some kind of meeting space or gathering room.
Perhaps even some sort of entertainment room with how large it was, two floors connected by wide arching ramps up either side of the wide room. The floor below them was a purplish sort of grey made even more so by the blue and purple lights from above.
Adam turned his head in a wide arc, his head raised towards the ceiling. Sunny followed his gaze, and was immediately horrified.
Overhead at least twenty cages had been suspended from the ceiling. Though most of them were either empty, three others were occupied.
Two sick, mournful looking humans and a bleached white skeleton.
"The fuck!?”
Adam turned his head, eyes narrowing towards the group that stood around them, and Sunny got her first good look at the Prodigum.
She was not pleased with what she saw.
It had to be the ugliest thing she ever saw, and that meant something with them knowing the Burg.
The creature was big, maybe a little taller than her.
It had a body sort of like a gorilla, if gorillas were absolutely hideous in every way.
Its back legs were short and stumpy, just one massive fleshy mass, holding up their incredible bulk. They had no neck to speak of, and their arms were absolutely massive, jutting ninety degrees from their shoulders and then ninety degrees again at the elbow. IF you were to have stretched out one of their arms it would almost have been one to two thirds’ times as tall as their own bodies.
Each arm was thicker than a man's waist, and instead of hands it had one long pointy spike.
When they walked, they walked on their wrists as if a human were to go to walk on their knuckles but have their wrist buckle leaving the spike to point back and up.
Its body was covered in an immense and pendulous collection of baggy folds which swung heavily from side to side as it moved.
There was no neck, and its large face was droopy, its horrific mouth a grotesque, sagging heap like a child was trying to melt a playdough smiley face in the microwave.
With two sets of eyes on either side of its grotesque head and the numbers spaghetti like protrusions, which dangled from its throat – writhing to and fro while also acting as the creature's hands – it was a grotesque and monstrous sight.
Sunny made a face. Adam grunted,
"Disgusting."
The aliens gnored them and kept speaking,
"And the Drev?"
"Consider her a bonus."
The big ugly creature grunted, expelling a burst of air from the two breathing tubes which sagged from either side of its neck, their ends opening and closing like the blowholes of a whale.
Adam shifted and stood unsteadily against Sunny's protests gripping the bars with white knuckled hands.
"You have no idea what you have just started, ugly!”
The Prodigum laughed, through it came out as wet gurgling snorts from its breathing tubes,
"Oh I know exactly what I have started… commander Vir."
Adam stepped back in shock, nearly tripping over Sunny in their tight confines.
The Prodigum leaned in close to the cage, the little spaghetti-like tentacles waving before the bars curling uncurling or wrapping themselves around cold steel.
Adam made a face.
"In fact, it was your presence which I requested personally."
He turned in his spot to look at the room around him, which Sunny was becoming to understand was far larger than she had originally assumed.
"I have many wealthy clients who don't settle for just anyone, commander. Your prestige will be a great selling point."
"What even is this place?"
"Many things, many things. It is a place of business, a place of frivolity, and a place where humans do what they are told."
His voice grew low and quiet. One of his large, spiked arms raised off the floor somewhat. The Spike brandished.
"And what exactly do you expect me to do for you?"
He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Why, the only thing humans are good for… I want you to sing!”
This time both Adam and Sunny were dumbstruck,
"You want me to do what now?"
"Sing, commander. You do know what singing is, don't you?”
Adam shook his head,
"You have got to be fucking kidding me. That's it!? That's why you kidnapped one of the most –not to brag or anything– powerful men in the GA. The guy with the firepower of an entire human fleet behind him, and you brought me here to be your cage canary!? To sing you little songs!!??"
The Prodigum grunted,
"That is precisely what I expect you to do, commander."
Adam proceeded to laugh in his face,
"You have got to be kidding me. Not only is this possibly the stupidest thing I have ever heard of just in principle, but it is ALSO dumb because there are thousands of humans out there who can sing better than me. Sure, I can carry a tune, but I'm not Freddie mercury."
The Prodigum was not looking as bothered by the comments as he probably should have been. In fact, he almost seemed amused,
"This is not about your ABILITY to sing commander. Most nonhumans can't actually tell the difference between good and bad singing, they simply know it is something they cannot do. No, I didn't bring you here for your skill, I brought you here because of your importance. When my clients see you, they are going to understand what you represent... And that is my complete and total control, my absolute impunity when it comes to the law, and my ability to do whatever I want. You are a symbol of my power."
"Yeah, and you can suck a bag of dicks."
The Prodigum leaned closer,
"You will do what I want you to do."
A group of tentacles wriggled through the bars waving before their faces. Sunny saw it coming way before the Prodigum did, though he definitely should have seen it coming. The way the human's body tensed up, the way he grew still, the way his eyes drew to laser focus, the way that his knees bent and his hands curled at his sides.
And then he struck.
Like a cobra.
With one hand he reached out wrapping his fingers around a handful of the nasty wriggling tentacles before yanking hard.
The Prodigum screamed.
Sunny lunged forward to help all four of her arms shooting through the bars as Adam dug his fingers into the writhing tentacles.
There was an eruption of movement.
Adam craned his neck downwards, mouth open teeth poised to strike.
Everyone knew what a human bite meant.
And then there was an eruption of pain. Lightning coursed across her vision and Sunny found herself on the ground, legs twitching. She heard Adam yell, he was screaming through his teeth.
And then a dull thud.
The pain went away.
She looked over to find Adam sagging against the bars of the cage.
The Prodigum had retreated with his posse surrounding him…
He mewled with pain, a few of his face tentacles dripping blue onto the floor, others hanging limp and unusable.
The human began to laugh, despite the pain of the electric shock,
"Fuck-you."
With anger in his expression, the Prodigum looked up,
"Secure the Drev."
Sunny struggled to her feet as both her and Adam realized what was happening.
Sunny yelled for Adam to duck, but he was too late, a loop slipped over his neck tightening and pulling him against the side of the cage.
He choked and gasped trying to force his fingers under the loop kicking and struggling as the door was thrown open and Sunny was electrocuted again, before a group of others piled atop her securing her arms and dragging her form the cage, which was then shut.
Adam was let go, staggering to his knees, hands clenched around his throat.
He choked and gasped.
"I am going to make this very clear for you human."
Sunny was hauled upwards by the back of her carapace and suspended in the air.
"Do what I wish, or the Drev dies.”
Sunny struggled against their arms, looking back towards the cage where Adam knelt.
She wished he would tell them to go to hell, but she could see almost immediately by the expression on his face and the pain in his single green eye that the Prodigum had done it.
He had found Adam's weakness.
He had found humanity's greatest trait and their greatest weakness.
Their lo…yalty.
And now they were in his power.
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Thanks for reading! As you saw in the title, this is a cross posted story written by starrfallknightrise and I'll just upload some of it here for you guys, if you are interested and want to read ahead, the original story-collection can be found on tumblr or wattpad to read for free. (link above this text under "OC:..." ) It is the Empyrean Iris story collection by starfallknightrise. Also, if you want to know more about the story collection i made an intro post about it, so feel free to check that out to see what other great characters to look forward to! (Link also above this text). I have no affiliations to the author; just thought I’d share some of the great stories you might enjoy a lot!
Obviously, I have Charlie’s permission to post this and for the people already knowing the stories, or starting to read them: If you follow the link and check out the story you will see some differences. I made some small (non-artistic) changes, mainly correcting writing mistakes, pronoun correction and some small additional info here and there of things which were not thought of/forgotten or even were added/changed in later stories (like the “USS->UNSC” prefix of Stabby, Chalar=/->Sunny etc). As well as some "biggemajor" changes in descriptions and info’s for the same stringency/continuity reason. That can be explained by the story collection being, well a story collection at the start with many standalone-stories just starring the same people, but later on it gets more to a stringent storyline with backstories and throwbacks. (For example Adam Vir has some HEAVY scars over his body, following his bones, which were not really talked about up till half the collection, where it says it covers his whole body and you find out via backflash that he had them the whole time and how he got them, they just weren't mentioned before. However, I would think a doctor would at least see these scars before that, especially since he gets analyzed, treated and goes shirtless/in T-shirts in some stories). So TLDR: Writing and some descriptions are slightly changed, with full OK from the author, since he himself did not bother to correct these things before.

hi! so we have lived in a townhome in a suburb outside dc for around 10 years. it’s about 20 yr old, and around us has been developed more and more as we’ve been here (not that that’s out of the ordinary i guess, just trying to give background). we are in the very middle of a row of 10 or 11 townhomes. we have had sporadic and increasing mice, and are really at our wits end. as development has increased and forests/farms have turned into more homes around us, it just gets worse and worse.
we have called multiple pest control companies, all of whom said that in a town home, there’s no guarantee they won’t just come from the next house over so they can’t guarantee their work and won’t do work here.
we got two cats, but that was even worse - they’d kill the mice and put them in our beds, our shoes, etc. i know that’s their nature and all, but hearing my kid scream as he stepped on a dead mouse in the morning was enough to know that wasn’t the solution.
we’ve intermittently done glue traps, which i know are so inhumane, but we’ve done all other sorts as well and never catch anything- but always have 3-4 the next morning on a glue trap.
we’ve hired people to find any external ways they could be getting in and seal them with steel wool and something, but y’all. they’re still here.
oddly, we have never found chewing in any of our wood or our food or clothing. but there are droppings in drawers, along the edges of walls, etc. and we heasee them so know they’re more than present. help! what can we do?! i’d love to move but it’s not feasible for a few years, and we’d surely have to fix the problem to be able to sell anyway?! anyone have any advice please??

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The slightly bitter taste of the dried flower spread through Nessa's mouth filling her with an old familiar sensation. The inherent magic began to work its way into her body, reaching out into the last corners of her very being. A warm spot she knew too well began to grow at the back of her throat telling her it was almost time to release the pent-up magic. She kept chewing the red Emberbringer in her mouth, making sure the warm spot kept growing and growing into an almost burning sensation causing her eyes to tear up. Knowing that the magic needed to be let go of before it started to cinder her flesh inside her, she swallowed the flower down and lightly spoke the needed word.
“Fire”
And with a slight sizzle, a flame embarked out of her mouth on its journey towards the already waiting wood, ready to be ignited for the night, to gift heat in this cold winter, helping Nessa and her daughter Claire to survive. Nessa looked down at the now bright burning fireplace and a sense of accomplishment came over her. It had been a good harvest this year and the two of them would survive. The winter was soon to be over, at most another month remained for the two to overcome and Nessa still had enough Emberbringers left to keep the room warm and cozy. The flames started to dance with the wood, getting bigger until finally they reached the pot filled with watery soup hanging above and started to heat the now three days old meal once more. Seeing as everything had worked out well, she turned around and started to gaze around in the few spare moments she had where nothing nor anybody needed her attention. The little hut she called her home was stuffed with a few crates of vegetables as well as dried meats and flowers hanging from the ceiling. From Emberbringers to Splashers, white and yellow Lyles to even a Flira, each and every one of the over twenty different flowers had their own uses and spells they brought with them. One would bring forth fire like the Emberbringer, the other would heal wounds like the white Lyle. It was a gift from nature itself as magic was stored in these flowers. Knowledge of this gift was passed down from mother to daughter starting from a young age. It was to be imparted through blood and sweat, through trial and hardships, love and kindness. But even Nessa who had mastered the art of magic like no other was not blessed with the one thing she had craved the most, to be loved. When she was younger, a few years prior, before her daughter had been born, she thought she had found the love of her life. Thinking maybe she was different and she could escape the fate of her own blood. She was no different. The man who loved her threw her away when he learned of this. Disregarded and left her in a heartbeat. All the promises they made, the future they dreamed of, gone in the flash of a single fleeting moment that hunts her to this day. One single uttered spell to save his life gave her away as a witch. And even when she saved him, he left her, did not defend her from the people's accusations and the rotten food thrown at her, just because she was a witch. Maybe it was his own way of loving her, not holding her back when she fled the town, it had been awfully easy for her to flee the town, not a single soul tried to stop her and arrest her to bring her to the church and the then following execution, just the shame of their voices and the pain of food thrown at her remained. Not even a guard on duty was visible on the day she needed to go into flee, leaving her old life behind. She would never get to know nor did she care in her bitterness, if he helped her or not in the end. With nowhere to go to, outcast and disowned of his love, she wandered around, finding this old hut she was in now, somewhere deep in a forest just when she wanted to give up. At that time she did not know why she clung to her life but thinking back to it, she thinks she may have already felt her daughter Claire inside of her. She knew this thought was foolish as she could have been only a few weeks pregnant at most, but in the end it did not matter to her. Nessa gave birth to her beautiful, bright and charming daughter, determined to raise her, to teach her what she knew and to protect her from becoming broken and bitter like she herself was deep down inside. And for that, she knew she had to tell her the fate of all that could use magic. The curse that would haunt her daughter as well as it had her. Witches could only give birth to other witches and with the obligation to produce a male heir needed to continue the line succession they would never fulfill it. If they would not be exposed as witches, they could simply claim the gods did not want to bless them yet praying to the gods and donating lots of coinage as a sign of being pious, but Nessa could not do so any longer as she gave her true nature away herself. Even with this pent-up anger and bitterness inside of her, she was oddly relieved to have given birth to a healthy daughter when the time came and as she looked over the slim body of her five-year-old daughter with her pitch black hair like her own while she slept, Nessa knew Claire had her fathers green eyes. Those same green eyes that reminded her of the waving valleys and unending grassy hills that made up her left-behind home, the land of Melliona, the eyes that made her fall in love with the one man that cast her away for what she could not control, for what she was born as. And as Nessa sat beside her daughter, slowly caressing Claire's long silky hair, she looked forward to what life Claire will live as she grew older. There was a tranquility on Claire's sleeping face Nessa could not get enough of and a smile formed on her face, knowing that at least she gave birth to such a wonderful girl. After seeing her grow up so splendidly till now Nessa had decided what she would do with the rest of her life. Obviously, she would raise Claire and teach her all she knew about being a witch, but after her daughter became an adult and was able to wield her powers without hurting herself, she would seek revenge. Not for her but for Claire's sake, who had to grow up without the love of her father, never knowing the happiness and feeling of security only a father could bring. Having robbed her daughter of this was something Nessa could not excuse nor did she want to and as Claire lightly snored in front of her her resolve hardened even more. To give her cute girl such a hard fate because of her nature, her very existence was an atrocious sin that needed to be punished and she kept thinking of how she would do so in the hours when she could not fall asleep. But Nessa knew she still had a few years left to teach and care for Claire and as now was not the time to give herself into fantasies of rage, she stood up to prepare breakfast for the two of them. She sliced some stale dark bread and tended to the rest of the watered-down soup slowly boiling over the fire. They would need to put up a new stock in the evening as the pitiful rest could only fill their stomachs for one last meal, not to mention the almost non-existing taste anymore after being watered-down that much. ___
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hi! so we have lived in a townhome in a suburb outside dc for around 10 years. it’s about 20 yr old, and around us has been developed more and more as we’ve been here (not that that’s out of the ordinary i guess, just trying to give background). we are in the very middle of a row of 10 or 11 townhomes. we have had sporadic and increasing mice, and are really at our wits end. as development has increased and forests/farms have turned into more homes around us, it just gets worse and worse.
we have called multiple pest control companies, all of whom said that in a town home, there’s no guarantee they won’t just come from the next house over so they can’t guarantee their work and won’t do work here.
we got two cats, but that was even worse - they’d kill the mice and put them in our beds, our shoes, etc. i know that’s their nature and all, but hearing my kid scream as he stepped on a dead mouse in the morning was enough to know that wasn’t the solution.
we’ve intermittently done glue traps, which i know are so inhumane, but we’ve done all other sorts as well and never catch anything- but always have 3-4 the next morning on a glue trap.
we’ve hired people to find any external ways they could be getting in and seal them with steel wool and something, but y’all. they’re still here.
oddly, we have never found chewing in any of our wood or our food or clothing. but there are droppings in drawers, along the edges of walls, etc. and we heasee them so know they’re more than present. help! what can we do?! i’d love to move but it’s not feasible for a few years, and we’d surely have to fix the problem to be able to sell anyway?! anyone have any advice please??

Hi, Austrians.
I wanted to ask this: if I want to sell my paintings on the street (example in Vienna), what is the birocratic procedure to get the licence/permition to do so? Do I have to have my own company in order to sell anything legally (like in Serbia where I live) or do I just pay some tax or similar in city office?
Thank you.

hi! so we have lived in a townhome in a suburb outside dc for around 10 years. it’s about 20 yr old, and around us has been developed more and more as we’ve been here (not that that’s out of the ordinary i guess, just trying to give background). we are in the very middle of a row of 10 or 11 townhomes. we have had sporadic and increasing mice, and are really at our wits end. as development has increased and forests/farms have turned into more homes around us, it just gets worse and worse.
we have called multiple pest control companies, all of whom said that in a town home, there’s no guarantee they won’t just come from the next house over so they can’t guarantee their work and won’t do work here.
we got two cats, but that was even worse - they’d kill the mice and put them in our beds, our shoes, etc. i know that’s their nature and all, but hearing my kid scream as he stepped on a dead mouse in the morning was enough to know that wasn’t the solution.
we’ve intermittently done glue traps, which i know are so inhumane, but we’ve done all other sorts as well and never catch anything- but always have 3-4 the next morning on a glue trap.
we’ve hired people to find any external ways they could be getting in and seal them with steel wool and something, but y’all. they’re still here.
oddly, we have never found chewing in any of our wood or our food or clothing. but there are droppings in drawers, along the edges of walls, etc. and we heasee them so know they’re more than present. help! what can we do?! i’d love to move but it’s not feasible for a few years, and we’d surely have to fix the problem to be able to sell anyway?! anyone have any advice please??

i was recently in a car accident and i need some opinions. I was commuting to work one morning and a Traffic light came crashing down on my vehicle. I have herniated disc in my neck and back . Recently gotten 2 epidural spinal injections and now im doing physical therapy. My question is , what is a ballpark estimate on what the city will offer to settle my claim?

Hi, not really looking to post or deliver this stuff.
All are functioning, slot 2 is dead on the mobo (RAM).
Location is Bristol City Center.
10£ for the case
30£ for the MoBo, CPU, RAM, AIO cooler.
I don't have packaging for these so I'd rather just sell in person, it's old tech.
Case comes with 3 fans preinstalled but they're a bit loud.
Specs for the mobo cpu bundle
MoBo; Z97 Gaming 5 MSI (SLOT 2 RAM DEAD)
RAM; EVGA Overclocked 1866mhz DDR3 (THIS IS DDR3, will not work with newer MoBos)
CPU; i7 4790k, not been overclocked in the past, functions.
AIO; Cooler master 120mm AIO
Prices are negotiable within reason :) Timestamps: https://ibb.co/TWNMrqh https://ibb.co/Y393KCb

Im 24 living in New York I’m looking for female to get to know whether it romantically or gaming or just chatting down for any thing must be trust worthy because I’m committed. Finding some one would be a dream come true but don’t mind having a friendship if you wanna be just friends just let me know before hand also love watching movies. I love texting and I’m a quick texter lol because who would want to wait hours for a response. I also love watching sports big sports fan here why not have a girl to cheer with but that’s not a need tho. Games I play call of duty fifa apex Fortnite and more. I like to go out also around the city and play sports. Sports that I play are basketball football and baseball

It's been almost a week since I entered the Zone.
With nothing to my name but a pistol and a second hand suit, I needed to find a way to get better gear if I wanted to reach The Heart of the Zone, and find out if the Wish Granter was real, or just another story that drunkard at the bar made up to have someone buy him a drink.
After a couple of days of travelling between Cordon and Garbage, I decided I had head north to Rostok and find a way through the Red Forest in order to get to Pripyat before spring.
On my way there I found a corpse on the ground: a Mercenary, he had a nice modified MP5 on him, and some coordinates to a stash in Truck Cemetery.
Had it be from someone else I would have probably ignored it, but it being from a Merc, it tempted me like a siren on the sharp rocks.
Nonetheless I decided that for the time being, I needed some better gear if I even just dreamed of going there.
Spoke with a certain Colonel Petrenko for about an hour, and decided to help Duty out for a while, the pay is good, and the jobs are pretty straight forward.
Made a friend in the form of the local technician: Mangun, though I guess Sponge would be a better name for him, due all the empty bottles of vodka I saw lying around his shop.
Everyone got their coping mechanism in the zone, alcohol is one of the least dangerous ones I suppose, better than hunting mutants or going for a jog in the swamps anyway.
A couple of days passed, and I amassed about 30k Rubles and repaired a double barrel shotgun, and baptized it with a short hunt.
I then decided to stock up in vodka and buy a Basic Toolkit from Spirit, yet another drunk, this time with a better fitting name, loitering in the Yantar region, right next to the scientists. Honestly I'm just surprised he didn't manage to get his hands on their medical alcohol, but I digress.
Mangun was ecstatic like a kid on Christmas morning when I handed it to him, to give credit where credit is due, that man managed to keep a platoon worth of weapons and gear functional with very minimal equipment, and in a complete stupor for most of the time.
However, I was too distracted to participate in his celebrations, something was still gnawing at the back of my head every day since I found it.
That stash.
Every time I glanced over at the map, it was mocking me: a giant green circle in the middle of rows of cars, like a bright middle finger pointed directly at my face.
It was time I confronted my fears and head there.
I decided I'll deliver a package to Army Warehouse first, then head south towards it.
While giving away the small parcel I met 2 loners passing by, I convinced them to join me and try to get to the stash, we would split the loot once returned to Rostok.
We crossed the collapsed barbed wire fence, and there it was, an ocean of wrecks and anomalies laying in front of us.
Can't quite make it out in words, but the whole place seemed to shift around every time I would look away for a moment, as if it was haunted by the ghosts of all the people that died in those vehicles, being them heroes or jackals.
Being part of the latter, I decided not to dwell on that thought further, and just move on.
After dispatching part of the local fauna we slowly crept south-east, stopping only to check the map and to listen for the direction of distant gunfire.
I heard a lot of horror stories from other Loners regarding the Cemetery, from bloodsucking monstrosities to mind altering midgets, to hooded people that would just make you blow your own brain without moving a muscle, but nothing would prepare me for what we were about to meet.
We approached the last turn of our journey with great caution as the floor was littered with dozens of blind-dogs and boars.
I thought that maybe a group of Duty soldier culled the area, but the closer we got to them, the more we noticed that there were no bullet wounds, but rather they seemed as if they have been crushed under an immense weigh.
As if on cue, with a thunderous noise, a giant stepped out of a burrow.
I thought of it a boulder of some sort at first, but as it uncovered from the debris it mantled itself with, I started to notice the features of a disgusted and disgruntled face, framed in between two legs the size of ancient oak trunks.
I panicked and bolted for the roof of one of the trucks behind me, my companions were not as lucky: the first one died on the spot, having his entire body been folded into a pool of gore and bones.
I reached for the other one to come closer and grab my hand, but he was too terrified to hear reason and just kept shooting at the abomination.
I... prefer not to speak of what happened to him.
I kept pelleting the beast from my position, jumping from a truck to the other when it would get to close to tipping the one I was standing on.
In the end however it was not me who killed it, but The Zone itself.
In its blind rage it charged through an anomaly and got trapped in it, not even its might could save it from what The Zone had in stock.
After getting down from the truck I searched for what remained of my former comrades: an AK-105 from the first and a gas mask from the second.
I leaned over a car, only to see a small tool box inside of it.
All the pain, all the horror, it would have been worth it, if only for this treasure.
I opened it, and found just a few cans of food and a moldy suit, way too ruined to be worn by anyone.
It was all for nothing.
2 brave Stalker have been lost to the zone, and I got nothing to show for it.
I retreated back to Rostok, and sat down on the mattress set up for me across the hall from Mangun's shop.
"I don't even remember their names" I muttered
"I didn't even pay attention to their names"
The Zone changed me for the worst.
I want out of here, but there is no place for me outside now.
I am now part of The Zone, and will be lost to it.

Anyone else noticed that the wax in front of the hidden forest temple doesn’t fill up your wings when you collect it? I’ve almost died many times since the days of color started.

Democracy is not just about elections. It is also about everyday practices, and democratic governments engage their people democratically, especially when they are organised in large democratic formations. A progressive government would see popular democracy as something to be supported and engaged.
However, the ANC has repeatedly met popular democracy with contempt, as well as violent repression. On the 26th of April 2023 our movement held the strongest march of any organisation in the country over the so-called ‘Freedom Day’ and ‘Workers’ Day’ holidays, which are known in struggle as ‘UnFreedom Day’ and ‘May Day’.
More than 7 000 people from impoverished and marginalised communities took to the streets of Durban to defy the celebration of fake freedom by the ANC. We handed over our memorandum of demands, wrote many letters and communicated with government officials. Our memorandum carried the weight of the more than 7 000 people in the streets, and the 115 000 audited members of our movement in good standing (we have more members still to audit), organised into 81 branches in good standing.
A democratic government would have welcomed this as an opportunity to engage the people in whose name it rules. Our memorandum was directed to President Cyril Ramaphosa but he has not replied. We have not received any response from the government.
We have not received any response because the ANC fears rather than supports popular democracy. We have not received any response because the ANC is deeply hostile to autonomous forms of popular organisation. We have not received any response because we do not count as people or as citizens in the eyes of the ANC led government.
The ANC does not care about the poor. They only see poor black people as objects, as people who are not taken as human beings, as people who do not deserve dignity. We are seen as banks for votes where politicians only come to us to seek votes. When elections come the ANC suddenly pretends to see us as humans because they need our vote. The ANC does not care about the lives of poor and working class – which are the majority of black people in South Africa - and must be removed in 2024. South Africans cannot be fooled anymore.
We have always been looked down on by what we once thought was our own black government because we are poor. We have been seen as human waste, not as human beings. Our dignity has been vandalised. We are supposed to be silent as we are burnt alive in shack fires. We are supposed to be silent as we are washed away by floods. We are supposed to be silent as young people face a future of permanent unemployment, and those who do have work continue to be exploited. We are supposed to be silent when we are denied access to land, to the cities, to quality education, safe and reliable public transport, services like water, electricity and sanitation and all that is required for a safe and dignified life.
When we take to the streets to voice out our grievances, we are shot at with rubber bullets, live ammunition or teargassed. This because the ANC sees us as people who can be killed with impunity. They see us as people who are not worthy of reply from the government. We continue to be undermined by those in power.
Under the ANC we have become the most unequal society in the world. Under the ANC we have the highest unemployment in history. Under the ANC more people are poor than before. Under the ANC inequality between classes and races is worse than it was before.
There has been no real land reform, the number of people living in shacks has grown, inequality and impoverishment have worsened and the country is becoming more and more violent.
The ANC has destroyed Eskom, Transnet, South African Airways and the Post Office. They have not acted to deal with the crisis in the schools attended by the children of the poor and the working class. The ANC has not done anything for black people in the 29 years that they are in power. All they did was to make themselves and their families rich and steal from the poor. They betrayed the long struggles of the people that brought them to power. This is how they will be remembered in history. They will be remembered as a disgrace. Ramaphosa will be remembered as a failed president, as an incompetent president with an incompetent administration.
It has been clear for many years now that the ANC are our new oppressors. The poor cannot be liberated if the ANC is not removed from power.
Contact:
Thapelo Mohapi: 084 576 5117
Mqapheli Bonono: 073 067 3274
Snenhlanhla Mncanyama: 073 832 331