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Yesterday somebody said to me "I bet a dollar and a donut it will snow today." What's the weirdest phrase you've ever heard?
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AGI continued...
There is meaning to using the term "haunting" to describe the beauty of those tools. When we see a 40,000 year old finely tooled sewing needle made from bone with an
eye, that
sewed skins together, we are startled, awed and deeply respectful of such cognitive abilities little different from today. "Cavemen! They're just like US!" But the concept of "haunting" in that context, almost, to my thinking seems impossible to convey to an AGI. When an AGI understands the term "haunting" in that way it will be; "AGIs! They're just like US!"
It wasn't just the moon that needed explaining.
Everything needed explaining. And man was damn clever and in my opinion straight up
came up with "thought science". Of course we today call that "science", superstition and organized religion and belief in things (like gods and spirits) that cannot be empirically proven (or
falsified with our current science and technology either, for that matter). But it was science--absolutely
astonishing general intellectual activity. It satisfactorily explained things and even could predict what might happen next--another trait that distinguishes us from any other animal on Earth. My cat and an elephant don't think about what is going to happen next harvest season. And what needs to be done to ensure the best harvest, to include effective farming methods and proper propitiation of the appropriate god or goddess. And
when to do
what. This is because we caught on to sun and star patterns and movements, with our pattern seeking capability, almost immediately. Then on top of that we made the correct deductive reasoning and correlations to what happened to the land and when. We were already unconsciously empirical.
Eventually new insights occurred. Maybe all this gods business was not quite the accurate picture. Then
real science started. Although it would not actually be called "science" 'til about 1834. Anno Domini that is. (CE for you pagans and atheists.) But science is just understanding how things work and then using that knowledge to make things to make life easier, safer or at least more interesting. I wonder how on
Earth people came up with metallurgy. There was an "Einstein" back in them days somewhere. Humans were unconsciously using the
tools of science, particularly mathematics, long before Thales came along in 624 BC(E). Thales is universally recognized as being the first human to say, "gods not needed--there is a
natural explanation." Well there
was Imhotep (c. 2590 BC(E)) way before him. Talk about a
Renaissance man. Unfortunately, little that is indisputably true is known about him. A lot of stuff maybe was made up. But maybe
not too...
In any event, the ancient Egyptians were measuring and calculating with utter mathematical precision, predicting flooding of the Nile and using some truly efficacious medicine and architectural technique. Hell, they even managed to salvage the "bent" pyramid. Babylonians were observing stars, predicting solar
eclipses (!) and making staggeringly complex astrological tables to predict the king's future and well you can see what I am getting at. But for the Egyptians and Bablyonians, the gods pretty much drove
everything science.
But with Thales,
well, some new ways of thinking to include philosophy and empirical science came about. Then all the other philosophers and scientists and everything up to today. Sure we got tons of things wrong on the way like the Ptolemy solar system, complete with "epicycles". That was
also some damn clever thinking for barking up the wrong tree. But everything seems to have more or less worked out. So now we got malls and seedless clementines (finally!), and recorded history and whatnot from the side effect of biological imperatives. Just over time we've compiled cumulative knowledge better, so we go from
spoken teaching and physically demonstrating a technique like "knapping" a fine flint spearpoint to
written teaching and computer animations to make quantum computers. This stuff takes time. And over time I'm sure we developed newer patterns of thinking too. I think it takes some serious GI (us) plus narrow AI to make a quantum computer.
So now we have arrived at today, 3 Aug 2018, in our AI development efforts
How do we make an AGI? I'm scared that if you make AGI you might
also make an EI (emergent intelligence) That is a concept
so scary on
so many levels. Not just for humans, but for the poor EI itself. Like "I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream" scary for the EI.
But humans being humans we are bound and determined. So I'm going to tell you how to make an AGI. Skip the nematode and the mouse. Go straight for human. (Consciousness and self-awareness
not guaranteed.)
Make a program that can simulate critical physical imperatives. The imperatives to breathe, to eat and drink, to sleep, to have to go to the bathroom sometimes, to run around like an airhead like my cat, and of course the drive to reproduce. Set up a humanlike diurnal/nocturnal rhythm. Make it seek comfort as defined by humans and warmth or coolness. An environment that will feed back as "contentment". All the physical demands that biologically are innate to humans. Think of it as "pretend metabolism". Make it know what to be scared of like humans are. Like tigers and ghosts and asparagus. Simulate it to "like" particular things or ideas and seek them out. Simulate it to like and seek out
sugar. Make a program of a simulated lived life with simulated memories. Because as far as biological imperatives are concerned, we can probably do as much with a "Tamagotchi". Biological imperatives are only one component of a greater whole. That simulated life would have been kind of a tall order in the year 2000, but nowadays with all of our big data and 200 petaflops processing it may be a little easier. It can be pretty rudimentary. Like a couple thousand or million if we can swing that, simulated individual, but chronologically ordered and related memories. Make it about "age 4" years old. So no drive to reproduce. Simulate good and bad memories. But I would not advise going beyond the "Preoperational stage" of cognitive development at this time. Keep it simple so it's less possible it can turn on you suddenly.
You must provide a discrete definable corpus. It can be simple. We are just working on proof of concept here.
I have no idea how you would 'jell' all that. We might really
need to be alive to make it all click. After all we can't "jell" inorganic matter to make life itself. But I'm sure clever humans might figure something out. Is it possible that such a combination might make a physical imperative modify a simulated memory or intrinsic algorithm? "I'll stack some blocks for you, but I have to go to the bathroom first." "Or I'll draw a monster for you because I still remember how freaky icky them lotuses looked with them holes in it like that, because you gave me that as a "scary" simulated memory. What kind of people
are you anyways??" (
https://www.google.com/search?hl=en&tbm=isch&source=hp&biw=1645&bih=889&ei=RTBzW__aBoiQ5wLEmJwg&q=lotus+holes&oq=lotus+holes&gs_l=img.3..0l3j0i8i30k1l7.2071.4814.0.5850.12.11.0.1.1.0.176.1024.0j7.7.0....0...1ac.1.64.img..4.8.1028.0..0i30k1.0.a5cV8zri0Nk)
You know what might be hard to simulate?
Actual stupidity. When I do something stupid, it's almost like a glitch in my thought processes, that I should have
known better, that caused me to do the stupid thing I did. Like write this whole exposition without properly thinking it out. But I think some of my ideas have merit, so I went ahead with it.
My cat is not big in the emotions department, but she can manage being scared of everything (except me) and environmental contentment or dissatisfaction. Pretty simple emotions. A house cat does not think like a human and it's wrong to project human emotions onto a cat--even though I
do. And I give my kitteh plenty of great food, clean water, tons of comfortable places--many give her unobstructed vistas of her surroundings in case of game, forage or predators,
two clean cat boxes, and oodles of attention and affection and plenty of that "play business" I was talking about. (I received her spayed and front declawed so she is indoor only.) Our pattern seeking minds perceive cat "emotions" that actually do not exist. But I will bet you dollars to donuts that properly biologically impelled, an AGI will likely develop some simple emotions on it's own, just like we did. I don't personally think it is a good idea to make an AGI
have emotions. It seems cruel if such a thing is possible even. Just stick with an overriding ethics algorithm.
One final thing. I don't know how such an "AGI" could
dream during simulated sleep. Dreaming is a seriously weird phenomenon. Lower animals dream, but they don't dream the way we do. Animals dream things they have physically experienced. We dream of well, pretty much everything we have experienced plus just as much that we
haven't. We synthesize "realities" like a house on fire in sleep dreams. I don't know if dreaming influences GI or the other way around, but it absolutely
must have evolutionary cognitive benefit to us. Yes, I know about the "benzene ring" snake dream insight. And we do spend a pretty significant percentage of our existence, sleep dreaming. We have tons of emotions in our dreams too. Turned up to 11. Our level of dreaming may simply be a sign of our level of cognitive ability. Dreaming is almost certainly emergent from our consciousness and awareness. So maybe no "androids dreaming of electric sheep" alas.
But never say never. Especially in science and technology and AI development. We are constantly stunned and surprised lately.
https://www.reddit.com/Futurology/comments/7l8wng/if_you_think_ai_is_terrifying_wait_until_it_has_a/drl76lo/ Having said all this. I suspect that if you give a narrow AI enough processing power and big data, it will eventually do a pretty good job of
simulating what we would perceive as an AGI. A "pseudo-AGI" if you will. Self awareness and consciousness are not necessary. And I also think about 98% of humans, including me, would be easy to fool into thinking it was a conscious AGI. Because humans interact with each other based on perceived consciousness and our individually developed "theory of mind".
I just keep thinking of that Google "Duplex" thing. It is simple narrow AI, but lord it seems like a real person when it talks to you. How will something like "Duplex" develop over the next decade I wonder. And now we are on the brink of the true quantum computer and how that will influence what we do with our AI development efforts. I have a funny feeling that the quantum computer may well be the missing piece of the puzzle to bring true AGI into being.
I will end with a warning. I think AGI is far and away too dangerous to develop. It will readily eclipse humans. Yeah, it'll probably "generalize"
us right spang out of existence. Our focus needs to be to figure out a way to enhance
our minds. Either way it will bring about a new world that we can't really appreciate today, but merging is more likely to keep us around.
So I can
be there for all of this cool future.
This cool future..
https://www.reddit.com/useizumi3682/comments/8cy6o5/izumi3682_and_the_world_of_tomorrow/ This thing I wrote here is tangentially related. I give more time to what consciousness might be and why phenomenology is such a tough nut to crack.
https://www.reddit.com/Futurology/comments/9uec6i/someone_asked_me_how_possible_is_it_that_ou
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Put in an emblem for guardians who have max grimoire when Rise Of Iron drops
I realize it is very late in the game, but I will bet you dollars to donuts that Bungie designers have a sweet stash of emblems already designed and set aside for future introductions. Pick one of those and put it in the game for people who have already achieved max grimoire before it can be boosted in private matches.
[suggestion]
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[Saga] The Lightsword Chronicles: Chapter 6
I nearly dropped Hex in my astonishment. "YOU were the head of the project? Then tell me. What the HELL is going on around here?"
The edges of the orange blade shifted into a jagged row of teeth to emphasize my point, but the woman still looked nonplussed.
"Care to put that...thing...away, so we can talk like civilized people? Or are you just going to threaten a lady to get your way." She crossed her arms and fixed me with an annoyed look.
I dropped Hex to my waist, where the blade blinked out with a quiet buzz.
"Fine." I reluctantly agreed. "But do anything strange, and we will make sure you don't leave this room alive." I really hoped that my voice sounded stronger than I felt.
"Classy." She raised an eyebrow. "You think of that one all on your own, or did you steal it from Reddit or something?"
So much for intimidation I thought, feeling my cheeks bloom scarlet. "Lets' try that again. I'm Adam, and this is Hex."
"Dr. Brownsmith." She replied. "And you said you named your hilt Hex? Kind of a dopey name, don't you think?"
"Hey!" Hex exclaimed indignantly. "He didn't name me, I named myself!"
"You...named yourself?" She put her hand to her chin thoughtfully, crouching down to waist level in order to stare at Hex intently. "How fascinating. Hilts are not supposed to be able to do that."
"They aren't supposed to be able to kill people either." I shot back. "Care to explain what is going on?"
She stood up, making me take a step back to keep some distance between us. "How much do you know already?"
"Just that all the hilts in the city went berserk, most of them taking their owners with them for a joyride. Since then we have just been doing what we have to in order to survive."
"How did you avoid the fighting? The city should have been filled with the things, a pair as weak as you two should not have survived!"
"Weak!" Hex yelled, before I stifled him with a click of a button.
"I was knocked out in a car crash, they must have ignored me in the chaos, or else thought I was dead."
Her gaze darkened. "You were very lucky then. As I assumed you imagined, the Hilts are not acting randomly." She looked away, gripping one shoulder tightly and letting the other arm hang loosely at her side. "They are actively seeking out and destroying other hilts, by any means possible - including killing their owners."
"W...why?" I stammered. "Is this some kind of terrorist attack?"
"I'm afraid so." She shook her head. "Back at my lab, we were designing all kinds of A.I. for the hilts. 'Each Blade has a unique personality!' Remember that ad?" She gave a wry smile. "What we DIDN'T mention was that we were also pushing the limits of the software, trying to find ways around the safety measures that are a part of every hilt's innate code."
I gaped at her, flabbergasted. "Isn't that...horrifically illegal?" I asked.
"Of course." She raised her eyebrow and recrossed her arms. "I was told it was all for research purposes, trying to break down the back walls before someone else did and caused a disaster. I just never thought that what we found would be used by someone on the inside."
"Someone on the inside?" I finally managed to close my mouth.
"Yes." Dr. Brownsmith looked out the window at the fluttering tarp. "My boss, Dr. Bell. If anyone could have done this, he could have."
"But why? Why would someone like him go out of his way to kill so many people?"
She stamped her foot on the floor, making me jump. "Carelessness, that's why!" She turned her back to me, pinching the bridge of her nose. "That man may have been a genius, but he never stopped to think of if he SHOULD do something before he DID do it. Right before this whole incident started, he was hammering away at his computer like a madman. I will bet you dollars to donuts that he wrote this code and pushed it out to the hilts this morning just to test what would happen."
She sighed and looked at the ceiling. "Could have killed me too, you idiot." She whispered.
All at once, she turned back to face me. "Conveniently enough, I think that he may actually be the answer to this mess."
"Oh?" I stammered, taken aback by her sudden changes in emotion. "What makes you say that?"
"He had a kill switch for the hilts on his desktop. If we can get to it, I can turn all of these things off, and stop this disaster before things REALLY get out of hand."
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Relationship Ambiguity Is The New Backlash, and It's Dangerous and Effective Because of Its Subtlety
In the old days (disclaimer: this post reflects customs in Western societies) the tools of women's oppression were things like "you can't get a credit card or your own bank account" or "there's no such thing as rape in marriage." Today it's "let's not put a label on things" and "we're just talking,"
We've come a long way in terms of material progress in independence and security, but the emotional entrapment is actually more secure than ever. In a dating culture that gaslights us into thinking rules and standards are "uptight," "demanding," and "controlling," we live on the same precipice of fear that our foremothers did--we have no more fundamental sense of security in our relationships than they did.
But our increased ability to achieve material gains (not discounting this is uneven across racial demographics) creates an atmosphere of "what are you complaining about? your grandmother would have killed for the life you have!" She would have, you're right. But I'll bet you dollars to donuts that my emotional misery inside a relationship is identical to hers because the fundamental dynamics haven't changed.
Men have found a new way to make us feel always insecure, always wondering if we're good enough, always afraid he'll cheat/leave. The expectations of women are always climbing higher--beautiful! climbing the career ladder! pinterest mom! always up for sex! While the men are always carefully managing our expectations of them downward, and normalizing the lack of relationship labels, boundaries, and customs.
This is true across the entire relationship length spectrum, from talking online all the way to marriage, and it's a way of denying us dignity. We no longer get to say "we're dating" because that's uncool and threatens him. We no longer get to withhold cohabiting, much less sex, until marriage, because that's so uptight. We no longer get to shame porn use, because sEx pOsItIvItY and "every man does it." We no longer get to assume monogamy as a baseline reality of being in a relationship because "poly is cool." We no longer get to expect a man pays for a date, or brings us flowers, or any modicum of effort because "50/50." We have been deprived by society of every traditional means of expecting men put in effort and adhere to some kind of moral code of respect and care for women.
It's way subtler than the abuse our mothers and grandmothers took, but it's still hellishly damaging. It breaks down our confidence and well-being in exactly the same way their poor treatment did to them. Ten bucks says by the time millennial men hit 80, they will have normalized dumping their wives in nursing homes the moment they need anything (like as small as a cane or a grab bar in the shower) and dating other women even though they're still married, because "she can't function as a wife anymore."
My feeling is that if this backlash of eliminating all dating/marriage customs and labels because it relieves men of emotional and material responsibility continues, we will eventually be forced to be available to men for sex and physical and emotional labor like candy in a vending machine. OLD is perilously close to this as it is--pick a girl from the catalog and order her up! One day shipping just like Amazon!
Fight back, ladies. Stay solo rather than take this sh*t.
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$GME
Not Financial Advice. This was my response to a post that showed NASDAQ high of $293 for $GME. I have reworded and hopefully made it easier to read. -
From reading multiple perspectives and opinions on $GME and after watching the last two trading days - this is my opinion I’d what’s happening.
HF’s are writing call options, and selling them to MM’s (NASDAQ) at prices up around the $300 mark. The specific post I replied to showed NASDAQ high of $293. $293 is a price that HF’s (who already have large quantities of short positions) would be willing to take on more risk to the downside as they believe price will not go above $300. $293 price gives HF’s security and an psychological resistance of $300 to rely on for resistance - it’s probably a technical price as well but haven’t checked yet.
The call options that I think are being written by the HF’s, then sold to MM’s; in a roundabout way and how I understood it to be were naked calls. This is where the description in the SEC website starts to lose you and can get very confusing. The call options have no underlying share behind them, and from what I understood it’s the underwriters job to provide those shares.
The price of $293 are being displayed on NASDAQ’s website because the HF’s are writing and then selling them to the Market Makers (NASDAQ). In return, they are masking their previously shorted shares by writing call options. Because these call options are naked, HF’s still need to cover those written shares. Its being manipulated to look like everyone is selling their shares. In reality what is happening is they are opening up more naked shorts into the market they need to find shares to cover them with.
What typically happens when you short a share, is that it will be borrowed from a margin account of someone holding it. For every share short theoretically there is a share to cover it. Obviously not the case, with naked shorts. When shorts cover you get buying volume as they repurchase their shares. We don’t see that, in my opinion, the short interest is either around or greater than what it previously was because they are from doubling down on their amount of naked shorts. It’s in essence a bandaid on a gunshot wound. The price isn’t increasing because the majority aren’t covering - it’s going down because there is an increasing short interest or selling pressure made to look like retail selling. To drive off retail investors into thinking it’s all over.
S3 data released tomorrow 2/9 (ones who release one of the short interest reports and what everyone has been waiting the last week for) has been known to previously be manipulated to some extent. I’m not sure how valid that is but that is what I have read. I would bet dollars to donuts that the report that comes out tomorrow shows exactly that. A low short interest on $GME which is bad for momentum and buying pressure on our end.
What will the short report tomorrow bring? I have no idea but I’m going to bet these folks aren’t going to have our best interest in mind for obvious reasons. There’s an article on the SEC website detailing how hedge funds are actually legally allowed to do this. I also know there are a couple good videos on here about exactly this.
In the end, the HF’s are going to have to find shares to cover their shorts with - between FTD’s & interest and a million other variables, it’ll be impossible for them to keep this up. Who knows, maybe this short report will be the catalyst we need to light a fire under everyone’s asses.
I think the short interest is still very high if not higher. And I ain’t sellin. Not advice. Please don’t listen to me.
TL;DR The $293 is appearing on NASDAQ website because MM NASDAQ is probably being sold call options (written by HF’s) that are actually just more naked shorts the HF’s will have to find shares to cover with. $293 resembles a great price for the HF’s to take on more risk from the short side which kind of actually helped confirm my theory of these actually being more naked short positions. HF’s are doing exactly what their name implies; hedging. Just in a secret really sketchy way that makes it seem like it’s game over for GameStop.
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Advice from a Crypto Veteran
| Hey guys, there's been a bunch of noise about DOGE on my twitter feed, and everyone in the crypto community is rooting for you! However, most of the guys who've made a lot of money through crypto aren't throwing in a bunch of money at DOGE and I wanted to explain why. Market Cap: I'm sure most of you are familiar with this concept, but the higher the market cap of an asset, the harder it is to move up in price. Why? Because if you throw $10,000 into an asset worth $100,000, that will actually move the price by 10%, just from that one buy. However, if you throw $10,000 at a $6.5 BILLION asset like DOGE is right now at $0.05, that would only move the price up by 0.000153846%. How much money is required to get to $1? To find out how much money is needed for DOGE to reach a target of $1, all you need to do is divide $1.00 by the current price ($0.05). That's 20. So for DOGE to reach $1, we would need 20x the total market cap it is currently at. That means you would need $123.5 BILLION more invested into it to reach that amount. Okay, so right now SatoshiStreetBets is at 142,000 members. Even assuming that every single member were to buy DOGE, that means that every single person on here would have to invest on average $869,718.31. And remember that money can't come from DOGE profits because taking profit out of DOGE would automatically take that amount of money out of the market cap. Conclusion: I'm not here to rain on your parade for no reason. I love seeing the success of people newly entering this space, but don't fall for the same thing that happened in January of 2018. DOGE pumped over 8,750% and immediately plummeted to where it started. But the only reason it could pump that much in the first place was because it had such a small market cap back then that a few million dollars could pump it that much. Now, it's a different story. Are there any alternatives? Of course. There's thousands of coins with tiny market caps that you guys could pump 100x, 200x, or more if you all decided on one. Look at DONUT for example—a Reddit based meme coin that some of you have already heard of. It's already pumped 13,000% in 24 hours. It's market cap is so low that it's market cap is only around $4.5 million right now, so if even half of the money people have in DOGE were to go towards DONUT, it would increase the price by 722x. I'm happy to answer any questions and I love the energy of this group. Keep it going bois ;) EDIT: I added in a picture of the 8,400+% pump and dump of January 2018 for reference. EDIT #2: Someone asked where to find donut. It’s in coingecko.com. That’s where you can find any crypto. You’d have to buy it on a decentralized exchange like Uniswap. https://preview.redd.it/2hixjt3ezce61.png?width=839&format=png&auto=webp&s=e3491d544cb630280b5d6ba9747086d3467ab3d7 submitted by axonrod to SatoshiStreetBets [link] [comments] |
Advice from a Crypto Veteran
| Hey guys, I posted this in SatoshiStreetBets this morning, where I assumed most of the Dogecoin buyers were coming from but I see that dogecoin is bigger so this probably applies more to you guys: Hey guys, there's been a bunch of noise about DOGE on my twitter feed, and everyone in the crypto community is rooting for you! However, most of the guys who've made a lot of money through crypto aren't throwing in a bunch of money at DOGE and I wanted to explain why. Market Cap: I'm sure most of you are familiar with this concept, but the higher the market cap of an asset, the harder it is to move up in price. Why? Because if you throw $10,000 into an asset worth $100,000, that will actually move the price by 10%, just from that one buy. However, if you throw $10,000 at a $6.5 BILLION asset like DOGE is right now at $0.05, that would only move the price up by 0.000153846%. How much money is required to get to $1? To find out how much money is needed for DOGE to reach a target of $1, all you need to do is divide $1.00 by the current price ($0.05). That's 20. So for DOGE to reach $1, we would need 20x the total market cap it is currently at. That means you would need $123.5 BILLION more invested into it to reach that amount. Okay, so right now SatoshiStreetBets is at 142,000 members. Even assuming that every single member were to buy DOGE, that means that every single person on here would have to invest on average $869,718.31. And remember that money can't come from DOGE profits because taking profit out of DOGE would automatically take that amount of money out of the market cap. EDIT: The math is a little different now. If you want to assume that there's no people in both dogecoin and SatoshiStreetBets, then you have a max amount of buyers around 642,000 people right now. Dogecoin has taken a huge dive to $0.032, so the market cap is around $4.16 B. That means dogecoin needs $130 B invested into it with absolutely no one selling on the way for it to get to $1. Now, even if every single person on this subreddit and every single person on SatoshiStreetBets were only in one or the other, and every single person bought more dogecoin from here, that means each person would need to buyput in $202,492.21 into dogecoin to get it to $1. Conclusion: I'm not here to rain on your parade for no reason. I love seeing the success of people newly entering this space, but don't fall for the same thing that happened in January of 2018. DOGE pumped over 8,750% and immediately plummeted to where it started. But the only reason it could pump that much in the first place was because it had such a small market cap back then that a few million dollars could pump it that much. Now, it's a different story. Are there any alternatives? Of course. There's thousands of coins with tiny market caps that you guys could pump 100x, 200x, or more if you all decided on one. Look at DONUT for example—a Reddit based meme coin that some of you have already heard of. It's already pumped 13,000% in 24 hours. It's market cap is so low that it's market cap is only around $4.5 million right now, so if even half of the money people have in DOGE were to go towards DONUT, it would increase the price by 722x. I'm happy to answer any questions and I love the energy of this group. Keep it going bois ;) EDIT: I added in a picture of the 8,400+% pump and dump of January 2018 for reference. EDIT #2: Someone asked where to find donut. It’s on coingecko.com. That’s where you can find any crypto. You’d have to buy it on a decentralized exchange like Uniswap. https://preview.redd.it/peax6vuv6ee61.png?width=839&format=png&auto=webp&s=c77237ad0ca299f66daf5b165d898f5d08bdaf78 submitted by axonrod to dogecoin [link] [comments] |
Lockdown (part II) or no lockdown; Stop hoarding toilet paper FFS!
There will be plenty of pristine soft Canadian butt napkins to go around if you just chill, and I’ll even bet dollars to donuts that the majority of you imbeciles who stocked up in April/May still have rolls left in the pantry...! You don’t need 80 packs of 3-ply!
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Two theories for the future
Well, I think it is time to document two of my forward looking theories in a thread. If you have not read all the books, then please don't read this post. There are lots of spoilers.
The first is one that people seem to follow about Lara and Harry. The other one is one that is generally disliked about Marcone.
So, let us start with Lara and Harry. My opinion is that they will never end up married. My view of the primary purpose for the relationship is for Mab to uncover Nemesis/Outsider activity in the White Court.
The White Court has been a hotbed of OutsideNemesis activity for almost since they were introduced.
Blood Rites: Papa Raith has some sort of anti-magical protection. This protection is (according the to novels) similar to that attributed to Outsiders. On top of that the Entropy Curse that is in the novel is sponsored by He Who Walks Behind.
White Night: Vittorio Malvora is in league with a being that seems to be Cowl. Cowl seems to be a member of the Black Council and in league with the Outsiders. Vittorio has a power very similar to that of Outsiders. Not a completely direct link but pretty good evidence.
Peace Talks/Battleground: Justine is possessed by He Who Walks Beside. It is implied that this is Nemesis, but I am not 100% clear on that. Justine has been possessed for years and at the right hand of Lara.
So, Mab needs to know if there are other OutsideNemesis vectors in the White Court. Her solution is to send in the guy that seems to uncover this kind of activity and can do something about it - Harry. If Harry and Lara marry at the end of this because the White Court is clean, then so be it. But dollars to donuts, I will bet that the wedding is disrupted by Harry uncovering problems with the White Court.
One other point on this topic. Harry is protected by Murphy from the influence of the White Court. So, I would say Lara can not touch Harry until they are married and potentially even not then. Marriage and protection seem to orthogonal in White Night. There is a somewhat different perspective in Something Borrowed. In either case, I think a physical relationship will be a challenge.
Now to Marcone/Mab/Harry.
We know at the end of Battleground that Marcone has the coin of Thorned Namshiel. If we jump back to Proven Guilty, remember there was a "Black Council attack on Arctis Tor". At the end of Small Favor, there is a scene with Harry and Mab in the chapel. Mab speaks and makes Harry's ears bleed when she talks about that attack and the name of Thorned Namshiel.
Well Mab is for the first time at the end of Battleground aware of Marcone and Thorned Namshiel. Note what Mab says when she hears Harry call Marcone Sir Baron. This is the inciting incident that will eventually pit Marcone and Harry against each other with Mab's blessing (even if such blessing can be disavowed).
Mab has an ax to grind with Thorned Namshiel. There is no reason for her to reveal this as a problem to Marcone. But you can bet that her wheels are now turning on how to get her revenge.
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I feel like fucking garbage. I lost most of my irl friends because no one messages me. I reach out and get dry responses. But when someone has a problem I’m the first person people go to.
Guess what. I’m fucking human too. It’s my turn to hurt. To be mad. To be sad and upset. There’s a bunch of shit no one knows I’m going though cause no one fucking asks. No one wants to know how I am. No one wants to know if I’m okay. Hell I might have covid cause of my fuck bag uncle, I bet if I die from it no one is gonna be any the fucking wiser. Because NO ONE even fucking acknowledges my existence.
And I’m willing to bet, dollars to fucking donuts that no one is gonna see this. And if they do they won’t care. I can’t fault you for not caring. I’m a random person typing this, at 9:40pm. Why would you care about me?
I’m tired of being alone. Tired of being abandoned by people I love. Tired of everything.
And before some redditor gets all happy-go-lucky with some half assed words of wisdom or reaching out in a fake attempt at seeming like they care, I’m not gonna hurt myself. I’m just hurting inside and needed to get it out.
Not that anyone will care anyways.
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I got some thoughts about Part 3 and Disenchantment as a whole. [Spoilers]
Okay, so this is going to be riddled with spoilers, in all likelihood. I'm disposed to not spoil much, but this is, like, spoiler territory. Besides, you're here probably because you've already seen Part 3. Also, spoilers, but I ramble on for a long time. I debated putting this under Part 3 Discussion, but dang it long.
Overall, I liked Part 3, and Disenchantment as a whole. I laughed at jokes, I sympathized with characters' plights, I dislike the baddies and I like (generally speaking) the goodies. But I'm pretty sure I'm easily entertained. A lot of people seemed to not like it? Well, imagine the threshold for it being well-liked is around 75%, most people seem to be at a 60%. But I liked it, despite its fondness for bare buttocks.
That said, folks are right, it does feel properly disjointed. A number of jokes went on too long, and not just mug-stealing or inner monologue. Things like rolling down a flight of stairs takes twice as long. Only time running long in a joke ever worked was with Spam. They don't even have strict time limits on these episodes, so it's like padding for no reason! That said, I'm going to try to make sense of what's going on. That's never gone wrong, right?
Okay, Dagmar, the big baddie, the plot activator. What's her goal? Pretty sure it's to get Bean to Hell in a specific, controlled manner, and the Cliffhanger paid that off. A large amount of things seem to be out of her control; she's unaffiliated with the Secret Society and the Elves, she lost her relatives and allies, so she's only got the Trogs under her command. Well, she had them, past tense. But I'm pretty sure a not-insignificant part of the 3rd season was her meddling. I'm about 90% sure that she's zapped herself into Bean's mind and is living there rent-free and doing magicky stuff - like worsening Zog's insanity artificially and mind-controlling him to say what she wants to be said so that Princess Bean becomes Queen Bean. Why that factors into the plan, I don't exactly know. It's probably relating to something Dagmar can't do herself, and needs an heidaughter to marry off or something.
Oddvall and the Secret Society (of stagnation) want to be in charge - secretly. They're not good at it, but no-one seems to care. The fact that Oddvall hasn't lost his head yet even though he blatantly plots is becoming something of a joke. I'm not sure if he's even useful anymore. You could just ask Luci for advice, and do the opposite of what he says! But tangent over, the Secret Society wants to have a puppet ruler in place so that they may continue their secret work without interruption. I'm pretty sure that's finding Dreamland's mystery power. Folks say it's magic, I'm not convinced it's magic like 'You are now a wizard' magic. Seems more like 'Storm of Chaos and Destruction Sealed Inside A Jar' magic. Secret Society wants it, doesn't know where it is. It's probably in the old Elven kingdom, probably. Side Note: Oddvall and the Secret Society tricking Bean and Oona into helping them make Zog even more insane was, IMO, legitimately genius. That got a laugh out of me once I realized what had happened (and also compounded on the Karma Houdini this group has going on).
That Wallace-sounding fellow from Steamland is in the same boat, goal-wise. He wants Dreamland's secret power, and he's got a sweat act, but Dagmar is much better at twisting emotions than he is. He's oddly endearing, in a creep-stalker way. Maybe it's the nice-guy British Accent, maybe it's his remarkably ineffectual lightbulb robot minions. But we haven't seen him much. In fact, Steamland as a whole is underused. I thought they were going to do a "Most Dangerous Game" scenario where Elfo becomes a Rambo-style cool dude and takes down his human oppressors. Freeing the Freakshow Prisoners was nice and cathartic, but I did want to see them do The Most Dangerous Game. Also: Regarding the Arch-Druidess: I'm pretty sure she was just reveling in the power. She's not nice, power over people seems like something she enjoys too much. 50/50 on her returning.
The Elves were also really, really underused as well. Maybe it's because they accidentally were too one-note. You've got a fleet of sweet-makers with names that define their personalities and the suffix -o. But they're looking for the old Elf Kingdom, and I'd bet dollars to donuts that whatever mystery power Dreamland is sitting on is in the Elf Kingdom, because Dreamland seems to sit on a lot of things.
Also, what's this curse about? Did the Elves lay a curse on Dreamland and it's set to break soon because Bean is now Queen? Has the curse done anything? Or is perhaps the reason why Dreamland such a stangant, ho-hum medieval setting BECAUSE of this curse? There's a curse, but we're not really seeing it. If it's the rulers meet horrible fates, that's not much of a curse. As Granny Weatherwax said, "Assassination is a perfectly natural cause of death for a King".
I guess I'll go over cliffhangers next. It looks like Elfo got abducted to meet his mother. I got a bad feeling this is going to go nowhere, perhaps because it came out of nowhere. We thought the threat was green smoke advancing, but it's an ogre army who came up because just now the Ogre Queen wants her son home.
Luci's cliffhanger got a good laugh out of me, and might actually be more meaningful. He's in heaven because a: That's the worst place for a demon to end up, and b: There's a good chance that Luci will become a better person. I'm working under the theory that God thinks that Luci can become a better person. Who knows? Maybe he'll be sent down as Bean's guardian angel. But an episode concerning him in Heaven would probably be a good bit of comedy.
And next, Zog. Oh, poor Zog. You had a plan, it wasn't clever but it was more clever than most people would've given you credit for, but you saw the decapitated head of an ally and was buried alive by the Arch-druidess. You got sucked underground by grave-robbing trogs, saw two of your back-stabbing wife, and got turned into no more than a pawn and a figurehead to be used after a life wasted on terrible dietary choices. Gotta feel for the poor shmuck. Here's to hoping that things go well for him, but perhaps the last thing I want for Zog is the ol' Status Quo to miracle-cure him. There's something almost Shakespearean about what's happened to poor King Zog. He's in a tragedy not of his own making, and even as a King, he was just a tool for others to use or an obstacle in other's way, and only barely a parent to Bean and Derek and a husband to Oona. I want things to get better for him, for him to take back some power in his life, but at the same time, I want Bean to remain Queen. I'm conflicted on poor Zog's fate.
Lastly, Bean. Welcome to hell, it appears you're going to be married to Satan. I think we all know where this is going. She'll worm her way out of this one, somehow, and back to the surface world, rescue Elfo, and perhaps see Luci as a new Guardian Angel. Bean's cool, I really do like women of action, but it's strange how her cliffhanger is most important and holds my interest second-lowest. Elfo's last.
Now, I want to get to the quality of writing. It's strange to say this, because these are experienced creators, but the entire story feels.... very beginner. I've read a lot of fantasy, I've written some of it. I breathe this genre, mostly because Sci-Fi becomes disappointing when you learn that warp speed is highly improbable. Like, if I compare Disenchantment to Futurama (this old horse), you'd notice several things.
Firstly, the setting. Futurama has got lots of stuff going on, a constant mixture of the future melting-pot of the city and worlds unknown to us. It's nice and FULL. Meanwhile, Disenchantment's world is Dreamland and friends. Dreamland is a super-stagnatory paint-by-numbers kingdom. It's almost Un-Magical, funnily enough. You got odds and ends here and there, Oddvall's 3rd eye, that incompetent Sorcero, things here and there, but it doesn't feel as innundated with the genre as Futurama was. Futurama is High Science Fiction, but Dreamland is more Low Fantasy. Dreamland's neighbors lean more into the fantasy, what with the swamp kingdom and the richer-than-thou, heading-for-a-French-Revolution kingdom, but they don't feel as captivating. Steamland is wonderfully fleshed out in every scene we see, but I think that's more because Steamland is closer to Futurama conceptually, as Steampunk is retro-future Science Fiction, and Futurama was really strong in regards to the feel of the world and Steamland benefited from that by a lot.
The reason why i think this is is because of Pop Culture Osmosis. If you just skim the surface of Pop Culture, you'll dredge up a lot more science fiction than fantasy. You got your Star Wars and your Star Trek, your robots out the kaboodle, aliens left right and center, your megacities, your advanced technology, it's everywhere. Science Fiction is Popular, so there's a lot on the surface to work with. Fantasy, meanwhile, isn't as much. You got Tolkien, and I don't think most people have read the books. Generic, Surface-Level Fantasy is like, Medieval European Kingdom, you got a wizard and a scheming advisor. People are dirty as heck and dumb as a sack of potatoes. Angels and Demons, sure why not. Ogres, sure. Elves, sure. Mermaids, they're popular, in everything, so toss them in. But the by-the-numbers of Fantasy aren't as expansive as the by-the-numbers of Science Fiction, which shackled Disenchantment, incidentally.
I mean, look at the Elves. What are the Elves in disenchantment? They're the KEEBLER elves. They make edible sweets and have simple names. Look at the Elves in more deep-dive fantasy. What are they? More-perfect-than-perfect, more beautiful-than-beautiful, ancient masters of the world with incredible power and a history fraught with world-shaking events. That's just the standard elf, the Tolkien Elf, if you will. Disenchantment's got the Keebler Elves. Most people are familiar with the Keebler Elves when they buy a box of grasshoppers at the grocery store. Tolkien Elves aren't making anything you see in a grocery store.
And Fantasy does have that kind of over-the-top potential, which is what Steamland has while Dreamland hasn't. But Fantasy stuff isn't as wide-spread as Science Fiction stuff is, so Disenchantment doesn't get as deep a dive. Heck, I'm suprised the basis of Disenchantment isn't the most basic Fantasy Plot Ever: Main Character is the Chosen One, and will destroy the Satanic Archetype in a battle for the fate of the World. Basic as it comes, you see it it loads of fantasy stuff, not here.
That skimming-the-surface approach lets me circle back to my point about the plot and the writing, because it feels almost like a beginner is doing it. These writers are experienced, but it FEELS like this is the first time they're doing a sequential story. The Simpsons has no ongoing plot, Futurama has only the barest bones of an ongoing plot, and even that feels like it never changes, but Disenchantment does have a plot that changes characters and the world. Things matter more, so it feels like the Authors are stuck at 'where do we go next?' in a sheepish manner. I've not done the intensive research on the cast, but it does feel like that awkward stage of writing where you don't honestly know where the characters are going to go next.
And I noticed this problem because of the episode "Last Splash". I swear to the gods, I've read an 'erotica' that had the exact same plot, gender included. I've also read a number of queer romance webcomics that aren't as... teenage-hormonally driven. There's a certain immaturity, or juvenile wish-fufillment, or unresolved desires, that play into a story like Last Splash. You read enough of the things I've read, you start noticing what I could only call as beginner-level queer romancing. Queer folks I've talked to are a LOT better at expressing this than I am, but the beginner-level queer romance is, more or less, a fetish. It's "Let's get these two characters (who are the same gender) to shag", and that's what happens in "Last Splash". And I SWEAR the only time I've ever seen this happen is in starting authors writing what they want to see with little thought into deeper meanings, and authors who continue with little care into deeper meanings (which i classify as more beginner-level).
Reflecting back on it, I realized it happened with Bean's arc in Part Two. In that part, if you recall, she was all about affirmative action, and the menfolk around her were all about unaffirming that. It felt very beginner and super-basic. It felt like the first time someone was approaching Feminism without reading into the topic before hand. It was just super-basic, and that was frustrating. I remember, as a little me, I read the Tortall book series, in which every main character was a girl growing into a woman and fighting for their place in the world, doing things their way, one even disobeying a God of Death for something more meaningful to herself (reanimating dinosaur remains to wreck a palace instead of all the human remains for the same effect). Disenchantment just feels super-basic in regards to plots like these when compared to books I read in Elementary School.
....wow I've gone on for too long. With posts like these, I'm tailor-made for Youtube. Anyways, I like Disenchanted, probably more than I should, but it's outclassed by a lot of stuff I've seen and read. I'll keep on with it, just because I'm attached now. I don't think I mentioned any good points, but it's because the comedy is hit-or-miss HARD, the characters are divisive, and the plot isn't moving very fast. Anything I like, I know for a fact by evidence on this very subreddit is something someone else dislikes. Except maybe Oona. Pretty sure we all like Oona.
Also, you think this is long, you shoulda seen my posts on individual episodes of Tartakovsky's PRIMAL.
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I'm a commentator for a tournament of nightmares. There's more than one horrifying champion in the NFC.
The Exhibition Match. The Opening Round. Quarterfinals first half. Quarterfinals second half. -
NFC Wildcard Opening Round Match; “Wendigo” Wendy Hathale Vs JJ Watson “BEGIN!”
Wendy’s eyes narrowed, and she cracked her knuckles in anticipation, sighing.
“Alright, we’re both clearly freaks of nature. How do you wanna do this?”
JJ’s smile widens, and he leans down, leering at her.
“You think we can just tear each other apart without issue, don’t you?” He chuckles and licks his lips. “You haven’t realised yet that this isn’t YOUR home, little one.” He looks to what I can only assume is an invisible camera only JJ can see and flashes a far too perfect grin, mechanical in its nature. “The poor girl is so clueless, folks! But don’t you worry, JJ can remedy that stupidity!”
He laughs, shaking his head and slapping his forehead, repeatedly shouting “STUPID!” as his laughter grows more guttural, more manic. He drops to a knee and howls with glee.
“My goodness, my first true contest in a LONG time and it’s against a little girl who reminds me SO much of my dear audience back home. It’s almost ironic, I can’t get away from them how hard I try! I may as well say “HONEY, I’M HOME! DID YA GET ME ANOTHER FAILURE?”
He laughs harder, getting off his feet to lunge at Wendy and pin her down, still laughing as his drool coats her head and mask. I felt sick watching it.
Wendy, to her credit, was unperturbed.
“Man, you ever been told how much of a fuckin’ creep you are? You reek of chemicals, look like a dollar store horror mannequin reject and talk in such a creepy way that even the local pervert wouldn’t touch you. But most of all…” She pushes him off with great force and sends the laughing, drooling JJ smacking the canvas before he rights himself to stare at her. In that time, she darts forward and in an instant is across the side of the pit, clutching an ear in her hand and throwing it to the ground as JJ continues howling with laughter, white fluid and pus trickling out of his ear.
“You’re fucking disgusting, JJ.” She quips, turning back around and extending her fingers. I'm staggered, but I proceed with enthusiasm.
“This truly is a blink and you’ll miss it bout, fight fans! Wendy Hathale clears half the pit in a split second and takes JJ’s ear with her! Curious that she doesn’t go to taste it though…”
“Not at all, if you consider that JJ isn’t human.” Nelle replied, searching the contents page of her book for a particular entry, flicking through the pages until she stopped under “I”. A detailed diagram of a spectral shape that shifts at will to scare townspeople laid bare for me to see. “He’s an Ikaggen, a very special kind of trickster god that can shapeshifter into many things to enact his cruelty. But his most common appearance…” She trails off as JJ splayed out on all fours and began twitching while he laughed.
His back hunched up and snapped, stretching out to form the long neck and thorax, a bulky abdomen housing an extra pair of spindly legs with gnarled hooks across the length of them. The front hands reaching up and bending forwards to form the raptorial saw-like weaponry as his skin darkens and the carapace shimmers under the lights, piercing silver antenna split out of his head as the hair recedes and gives way to grotesque bulging eyes. The jaw crunching, splitting and gnashing as mandibles rapidly replace the perfect teeth. He gurgles as his laughter gives way to hisses and growls.
“You are not in The Hotel just as I am not Beneath The Static, we are both vulnerable to the unyielding jaws of death. I am not willing to risk such a thing in front of a live audience, young one. I will tear you to pieces and show the world what lies beneath the static.”
He lunges forward and takes a swipe at her with his hooked claws, slicing the inside of her thigh as she darts back and ripping the skin, flecks of black blood coating the hooks as he chuckles, his body remaining still.
Wendy landed as her leg gave out, looking at it expectantly, hoping it would fix itself. Instead, the blood continued to trail around her until she ripped away the torn fabric and wrapped it around her.
If she was scared, she damn sure didn’t show it.
“Well, I guess you’re truthful about something, JJ.” She said, breathing a little heavy from the blood-loss, steadying herself as she rose to her feet. “Y’know, we get cable in the Hotel Inertia, I’m aware of who you are and what you do… pickin’ on teenagers for your own amusement. You really THAT much of an attention whore that you can’t stay away? They'll grow up and come back stronger, you know. When you pick on someone your own size, you're always gonna lose.”
JJ didn’t respond, swaying ever so slightly like a brittle leaf caught in a mild breeze. He was waiting to strike. Wendy pulled off her sweater and threw it aside, showing a thin stomach that almost caved in, binding wrapping her chest and ribcages, old wounds and scars littering her body.
“This is the result of countless fights, feedings and gruelling fights. Some at home with my “adopted family”, others with The Order of the 13th floor alongside my friends, the ones this fuckin’ tournament ripped me away from at our crisis moment. You think YOU scare me? You think the idea of being torn up and actually dying scares me?” She laughs, it’s hollow and bitter, like she’s remembering the bright side of a vicious beating is the unconscious state she’ll fall into when the pain gets too much.
“You have NO fuckin’ idea. I’d be so happy to go to sleep and never wake up, to have that ceaseless hunger stop for just one day. Do you know what that kind of hunger does to someone? It makes an ordinary person angry on the first day, delirious on the second and manic by the third. Now take what I am and multiply that number by thousands.”
Wendy takes off her mask and shows the gritted teeth biting on her lower lip so much that she’s torn through the flesh, blood coating her chin as the teeth grow more spiked and the jaw grows larger, her eyes blackening and skin greying. She grows taller and the features of a once beautiful woman give way to a horrifying creature known for its insatiable lust for flesh.
Crouching down like a sprinter at the starting line, she stares down her opponent like a piece of meat.
“So just imagine what that’s gonna do to you now I’ve let loose, JJ.”
I can’t believe my eyes. In that moment, the reality of the situation hit me like a freight train and I feel the innate fear of being a small fish in an ocean filled with sharks. I can’t let my composure falter, not with Alduin’s gaze bearing down on me. I take a long drink of water and tumble headfirst into my adrenaline.
“AMAZING! Wendigo Wendy living up to her name as she assumes a more terrifying form! This fight looks to be heading to its climax folks, expect blood and guts galore!”
I was right. Within 20 seconds, it was over.
Wendy leaves great dents in the canvas as she tears forward, JJ swipes at her in the instant she comes into his range, his front forearm hooking into her flesh and pulling her in. She pushes forward, the skin tearing with the force of her movement and an ungodly shriek emitting from her as she bites into the offending arm and pulls up with her jaws, tearing it free while her right hand slices into JJ’s eye, the nails going straight through the soft flesh and pulling at the socket until it’s wrenched completely free.
She casts it aside and lets the wailing JJ Watson stumble away, leaking that same fluid addled with a horrid chemical stench.
Losing strength, he begins forming back into himself; the eye closing up and his suit tattered as he gripped the stump. Wendy watches him for a moment, bits of JJ’s mantis-arm still in between her teeth that she spits out as she stares him down. He’s breathing heavily as she walks closer, every step impactful.
“Well, folks… It seems I underestimated this young woman’s ability to let go. I thought she’d be like my hardcore audience and just cave under the pressure of mortality…” He looks up, that perfect skin cracking around the edges. “But I’ll tell you something, this will make for great publicity!”
She kicks him square in the gut and he’s sent into the air with a wheeze. As he falls down, she catches the back of his neck in her jaws with a sickening crunch, his body twitching in the air as he gasps.
“Looks like… my time at the NFC… is up. But, Wendigo Wendy… I made you see what you fear. What lies Beneath The Static… Death itself.”
He snaps his fingers and the lights go out across the venue, obscuring us for a moment. When they turn on, Wendy is kneeling on the ground in her normal form, exhausted and her mask firmly back on.
“A stunning turn of events! Right as Wendigo Wendy had JJ in her jaws. He pulls a fast one and escapes out of the back door! But, I think we can all agree that while Wendy had some scrapes, it’s absolutely her fight to win!”
I look to Alduin who is seething with rage, but concedes the fight is over and awards Wendy the victory.
“Wendy Hathale advances, we will announce the remaining participants at the end of the interval, but each has been told of their inclusion already. The tournament will recommence in 3 hours. Rest up, you’ll fuckin’ need it!”
-
Alduin storms off to the back, leaving Wendy still struggling to get up as the crowd disperses. I debate going down there to help, but a surprising hand is offered to help her up.
Eustace De Kolta holds out a red-gloved hand, his curled smile betraying his keen and curious eyes.
The guy gave off the sort of vibe one would expect from an old creepy man on public transport.
“You had quite the ordeal, Miss Hathale. I knew you had something special in you, I just wasn’t aware of how unique you truly are…” His voice was like silk, every syllable softly declared and hanging in the air, Wendy looked up before slapping his hand away, struggling to her feet.
“I know what you are and what you do, De Kolta. A single handshake from you and I could end up in that nightmare fuel Pokemon satchel you keep with you. No thanks.” She walks towards him and despite being a solid foot shorter, gets in his face and stares up at him. “You come near me, I’ll pull a disappearing act of my own on your jugular. Understand?” He shows his teeth as he grins and backs away, bowing deeply.
“I look forward to seeing your future matches and I do hope you succeed. It would be most fortuitous if we were to meet in the pit. I think you’d play well with my menagerie.” He stands and watches her as she leaves, an open door leading into the main lobby of the arena now available. Before I can process everything, his gaze locks onto me and I see something I never expected.
The smile immediately dips into a low, sinister grimace.
He looks at me with a hunger and a hatred I have never seen before.“Hey, Sal.” A voice calls behind me. I turn to see Nora in an orange and white hoodie, the hood turned up and a warm smile beaming at me, immediately disarming my sense of anxiety. When I turn back, Eustace is gone.
“Oh, hi! Nora Zayne, you were fantastic in your bout! I knew Pencak Silat was deadly but man… who’d of thought it’d be used so well against monsters, huh?” I stood up and felt my knees buckle, the adrenaline wearing off and hunger overtaking me. Before I even hit the floor, Nora caught me.
“Easy big guy, I gotcha. Let’s get you some food and talk, kay? You coming along, Nelle?” Her informal nature was so unexpected from a woman I’d just seen decimate something Asia fears across the continent, but I felt myself just naturally going with it. Nelle looked and immediately busied herself with the compendium.
“Oh! Uhh.. no, no. I have far too much work to do, research for the wildcard entrants and whatnot. Oh and there’s that uh.. that thing I have to attend to. Gotta speak to Alduin too about something… I’ll catch you in a couple hours to go over notes, kay Sal?” She looked awkward and hurried herself past us as Nora stared incredulously.
“Huh… well, that was a bit odd. But no matter, let’s go get some grub. I’m sure you have questions, right?” I just nodded as she took me by the arm and kept me steady as we barrelled past the denizens of the audience still debating “who would win” scenarios, old champions and other nightmarish spectres. The upper ring was sprawling and hard to navigate, I had no idea how Nora was so familiar with it. As we descended to the middle floor where the vendors and entertainment was situated, we passed a bar serving strange drinks with a multitude of bottles, a beautiful Bernese mountain dog barking at the window, his big fluffy face licking at the glass until a man pulled him away.
“He’s cute, can we stop there?” I asked. “Feelin’ kinda thirsty… maybe they have an adrenaline drink?” She looked back, a tad confused, but didn’t stop as we made a beeline for the fighters only cafeteria.
“What bar?" She asked. I looked again, but in its place stood a donut stand, a surly older man dishing them out by the dozen with a multitude of sprinkles. My mouth agape, she chuckles. "Hey since you'r so eager, I’ll make you a deal; I make it through the semis, you can buy me a drink.” She winked, and I felt my stomach knot up.
Couldn’t tell you if it was the hunger or butterflies, but motormouth was very much silent for a little bit.
“You’re wondering why I’m taking an interest in you, right?” She called over the booming sound of the crowd and pumping metal music, I nodded. “You showed a support in me when you called my fight and when I had to defend you... Well, I looked up and thought you were cute. Got a thing for the nerdy ones.”
“But that’s not all, is there?” I asked, my head pounding as I did so. Maybe it was the music? She looked back and flashed a cheeky grin.
“Nope, but that’s a story for another day. We gotta eat and you’ve got more interesting questions for all of us.” She laughed as we watched a fighter far too drunk for his own good challenging a still-eating Miroslav Zanaya to a fight.
One side punch later, the guy was on his ass and vomiting.
“All of us? What do you mean?”
“The fighters! You’ve gotta meet and interview ‘em ahead of the semifinals and wildcard, don’t ya?” I shrugged, and she laughed again. “Man, you really are clueless, Nelle wasn’t kidding. You’re doing part of her job, too. I’m doing you a favour by bringing you with me.”
We passed a betting table showing the odds for the semifinals and wildcard, Eustace and Wendy respectively being the odds on favourites to win. Nora and Landry Eavy being the biggest underdogs.
Whatever was lurking in the booth and taking slips from paying customers, it had tendrils and shimmering red eyes. I didn’t dare stare too long as we passed it.
Down one more flight of stairs and we were in the employee section housing the nightmares, fighters and various services like medical stations, prep rooms and the like. One long hallway to our left was all that stood between us and some glorious smelling food. As we got halfway down, however, Nora pushed me to the wall and put a hand over my mouth, her slightly taller frame covering me as someone walked past.
I looked to her and was about to protest, but the look on her face screamed danger. Her brow was furrowed. The calm and kind demeanour she’d showed was replaced with an instinct to protect.
As I followed her gaze, I saw why.
It was like watching a great black swarm that undulated into the visage of a human man with long horns. A cloak of hungry, vivacious locusts that jostled and crawled for position. The sound rippled through my ears, my eardrums threatening to burst and my skull screaming for breath as it neared.
When the locusts parted, a skull with an elongated back that stretched out horizontally peered down at Nora, the arms on the back of the thick spine pulling at a sheathed sword on its torso. The smell of rot was so powerful that I felt my vision blur.
“You realise that by coming back here, you’ve sealed your fate and thus our deal must be concluded.” It spoke in a thousand voices at once, the boom of so many souls screaming for relief and joy and ecstasy. A bead of sweat ran down Nora’s forehead as she tried to find the words.
“I’m aware of our arrangement and what it means to return. But I ask that you wait until my time in the tournament has concluded.” The locusts hissed, and the cloak revealed more of this abomination; the shimmering black armour clad in gold, the powerful arms on the shoulder blades, the hoofed feet and a worn down, blackened and cracked NFC Belt.
It turned its head to me and I felt the looming shadow of death put its hands around my throat in a way I can only describe as seeing an oncoming car and veering out of harm’s way, but amplified 100 fold. A sensation that your life could end with one false move.
This creature was a foot away from me and we both know it could crush me in an instant. Fear doesn’t begin to describe how I felt in that moment. He spoke again, silencing her.
“I will decide when such a contest must be undertaken. Be it now, during your next bout or when you are nearing death at the hands of Alduin IF you somehow survive your next two bouts… I will add you to the chorus where you shall remain.” The locusts covered him again, and he walked away, humming. “You should have stayed forgotten, it would have been better for all.”
As he walked away and into the darkness, both I and Nora collapsed against the wall in a heap. It took a good couple of minutes to regain thought, and I’m man enough to admit I was shaking.
“What… what the hell was that?” I breathed. Nora wiped the sweat from her head and stood up, clenching her fist.
“That was someone I made a deal with when I was last here. He offered me a fight I was not supposed to refuse. The penalty for leaving meant he could challenge me anytime, anywhere, and under his rules. If he beats me… well, you’ve seen what happens." She walks with me expediently to the end of the hallway where the other fighters are waiting. Suddenly, all the terrifying and skilled talent we've seen in the tournament ebbs away, just for a moment. She continues, the noise and ruckus of the semifinalists drowned out by the mixture of fear and anger in her voice.
"Where Alduin rules the openweight division and anyone can compete, making her the queen of the NFC...
He rules the nightmare division with an iron fist. Only the most terrifying of creatures compete for that prize and the promise of something... more."
She swallowed and turned to me, genuine terror in her eyes.
“That was Abaddon. The NFC's Abyss Champion. And he’s coming for me.” -
NEXT: There's more going on here than just the fights. submitted by tjaylea to nosleep [link] [comments]
A YouTuber hosted an event in the Tampa area last weekend. Redditors are coming unglued with rage.
Probably not your typical "watch out Dick," post, but I wanted to just give everyone a heads up that trolls may be incoming within the next couple of weeks.
Some background: a car YouTuber named Garrett Mitchell who goes by the name Cleetus McFarland hosted an event recently where some goober in shorts and a t shirt "burned out" so much that his radiator exploded all over him. Dude got some serious burns, and his condition is publically unknown. At least he didn't die. So this attracted the attention of the Online Hate Mob as there was some minor drama about car safety and the that got posted to the hate sub
SubredditDrama calling him a "COVID denier" for hosting a large outdoor public event with nary a mask in sight.
Granted, Cleet did post "if you're worried don't come" on Instagram which he later deleted. Probably just stoked the flames, so he deleted it. But really now the relatively small subreddit
/CleetusMcFarland is totally overrun with absolutely unhinged redditors.
Here's one lunatic so-called "fan":
There WILL be deaths associated with this event. NOT driver deaths... ONE driver was injured. PAYING FUCKING CUSTOMERS!!!!! I'll bet dollars to donuts that 3 or more people who attended this LollapaLOSERS event will DIE from Covid related issues. THEY will each in turn infect another 5-8 people each... THANKS FOR CREATING A FOCAL POINT FOR THE CONTINUED SPREAD OF THIS PANDEMIC Garret!!!! YOU FUCKTARD.
A born rich white guy from the south that's become decidedly ignorant on the topic of public safety? Shocking, I know! But a state that has left clubbing open, made masks a political issue, and proclaimed in the loudest possible voice "FUCK OUR OWN PEOPLE, YOU DON'T FUCKING MATTER!!", Proves that Garret is nothing more than a money grubbing, selfish, elitist trash fuckwit with a penchant for KILLING HIS OWN FANS to prove a point and make a buck.
FUCK YOU GARRET. You effluvium receptacle!
https://www.reddit.com/CleetusMcFarland/comments/jzvkkz/i_thought_garret_was_better_than_this_hes_just/ It's funny you can tell who is and is not actually a fan because they call him "Garret" with one T even though until relatively recently he had his instagram handle "garrett_mitchell" at the end of most videos. You just click on their username and see they've never commented in a car-related subreddit in their lives. They just flood in from rule-breaking subreddits like SRD to just spew hate. There are people in nearly every comment section with similar screeching about COVID and how "Garret is killing people!" So I'm assuming that if anything happens we'll see "big fans of Dox" coming in to say they used to support Dick Show but now they're done.
I never believe the death threat thing, but the head mod did delete his account due to the drama so who the hell knows. Here's a "death threat" you can send to anyone when criticized:
I don't like what you said, so you better keep your doors locked!
So anyway, just know that RR might attract a bunch of lunatics. I'd post this on
/drama but it's private, I'm not going to beg to be let in, and the admins just ban any offshoot for who knows what reason. Mods better ask for an advance on that paycheck because they'll be working late.
Yes, it did need to be a thread.
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10 Things You Didn't Know About Fast Food
| https://preview.redd.it/2qisjb2q9pa61.jpg?width=5200&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=51c493f4ab528d94d89a6012a055fe469300e1f5 You'll never look at a tray of burgers and fries the same way again. They may relatively harmless, but Ronald, Wendy and that Burger King guy are all members of an underground society of fast food owners--a club with more tricks up its sleeve than Houdini. The good news: Protecting your waistline and wallet doesn't mean you have to always ditch the burgers, sandwiches and fries you hate to love. Once you've learned the fast food industry's trade secrets, it's easy to place healthier orders, lose weight and save your hard-earned dollars. Strange but true: Even if you generally eat a healthy diet, consuming fast food can increase your risk for depression, according to a study of nearly 9,000 participants. In fact, those who eat greasy burgers, hot dogs and fries are 51 percent more likely to develop depression that those who don't indulge. Thankfully for those who only hit up the drive through once in awhile, the researchers observed a dose-response relationship between the blues and the burgers. "The more fast food you consume, the greater the risk of depression," explains Almudena Sanchez-Villegas, lead author of the study. The takeaway here: Try to limit your fast food habit to once or twice per month at the very most. Or better yet, stick to one of these healthy fast food restaurants when you need to grab grub on the run. If you're an avid Eat This, Not That! reader, you probably have a pretty good idea how many calories are in your go-to fast food order. But the majority of folks aren't as knowledgeable, according to a Harvard Medical School report. To come to this finding, researchers asked 1,877 adults, 330 school age children and 1,178 adolescents dining at Burger King, Subway, Wendy's, KFC, Dunkin' Donuts, and McDonald's how caloric they thought their meals were. Compared with the actual figures, participants underestimated their meal's calorie content by 175 calories, 259 calories, and 175 calories, respectively. If the calorie information is printed on the menu, give it a peek and look for something with 500 calories or less. (At BK that's might mean ordering a Whopper Jr. Sandwich, a side salad with half a dressing packet and a water. ) Your pal Ronald put his restaurant by your house on purpose: he wants you, bad. And that's because one of the strongest influences on fast food consumption is ease of access. Basically, if we see it and can easily get it, we will eat it. In fact, having a fast food restaurant within miles of a school increases the probability of obesity among students by percent, according to a joint study conducted by Columbia University and University of California, Berkeley. For pregnant women, having a restaurant within miles increases the probability of gaining over 44 pounds during pregnancy by percent. (Experts typically recommend that women with a healthy BMI gain no more than 25 to 35 pounds after becoming pregnant. ) To maintain your trim figure, keep healthy, grab-and-go snacks in your car or bag. If you're prepared with your own healthy fare, you'll be less apt to give in to temptation when your tummy starts to rumble. These 25 Eat This!-Approved Snacks are all solid options. Kentucky may be called the Bluegrass State, but maybe it should change its nickname to the Fast Food State. With more than four establishments per 10,000 residents, they have more fast food joints than anywhere else in America. (Considering they are home to Papa John's International Inc. and Yum! Brands Incorporated, the company that owns fast food giants Taco Bell, Pizza Hut and KFC, we can't say we're totally shocked. ) Kentucky also has the twelfth highest adult obesity rate in the nation, according to the non-profit organization Trust for America's Health. A few possible reasons why there's a connection: Not only is it harder to resist temptation when there's fast food all around, it also drives down the cost, making it even more accessible and attractive, say researchers. Contrary to conventional thought, eating dinner at a fast food chain isn't cheap. In fact, it costs about $30 for a family of four to have dinner at their local McDonald's. On the flip side, for just $12 you could easily buy a pound of millet, ($ a pound of ground turkey ($ , and a bag or two of frozen veggies ($ $ and cook up a big bowl of yum and nutrition. For even more ways to save dough on your groceries, check out these 17 Simple Swaps That Save $255 a Month on Groceries! Have you ever wondered how your favorite burgers and chicken sandwiches get that fresh-off-the-fire taste even though they're frozen and cooked indoors? We have. And as it turns out, that smokey flavor is isn't legit. When a fast food item contains something called "natural smoke flavor" it likely was created by Red Arrow Products Company, a commercial flavor firm. To create the flavor, the company burns wood, captures the flavor of the smoke in water, bottles it and sells it to places like Burger King and Wendy's. We bet that burger seems a little less appetizing now, right? "Not only do I eat guilt-free at McDonald's, I think they get a bad rap all too often," says Christine M. Palumbo, a Chicago-area registered dietitian and nutrition communications consultant. Other diet experts concur. We've sat down with countless experts and asked them when they order at places like Burger King, Mickey D's, Panera, Wendy's, and Starbucks and they never come up short. It's all about navigating the menus with some knowledge on your side. To ensure you know everything you need to know to eat fries without expanding your waistline, check out our exclusive report, How to Eat Fast Food--Without Gaining Weight! Have you noticed that a lot of fast food chains use the same colors on their logos and inside their restaurants? That's no coincidence. Pizza Hut, In-N-Out Burger, Wendy's, McDonald's and Burger King--just to name a few--all use yellow and red in their logos. These hues have been proven to grab consumers' attention, stimulate appetite, increase the speed in which we eat and make us crave all things convenience--including fast food, say University of Rochester researchers. To keep your appetite in check, order from the drive-thru window and enjoy your food at home. Nowhere near your house? If the weather is nice, eat outside the restaurant at a picnic table or take your meal to a nearby park. A lot of health-minded folks go into fast food joints with the best of intentions but somehow end up leaving with a bacon cheeseburger and a soggy order of fries. Here's why it keeps happening: Food marketers tend to use descriptive phrases on their menus and in-store ads such as "Finger lickin' good" and "hot n' juicy" to boost the craveability of menu items they're hoping to sell. (The only problem is, they're not typically pushing the healthy stuff; those dishes are less apt to get you hooked. ) In fact, customers are 27 percent more likely to order an item if it's described with yummy-sounding adjectives, say Cornell University researchers. The same group of scholars also found that certain menu design elements such as fancy fonts, colors, and graphics tend to draw the eyes toward specific items and can sway customers' orders. Next time you hit up a fast food joint, your best bet is to decide on an order (preferably one of these 20 healthiest fast food orders) you arrive and stick to your guns when you get up to the counter--no matter how "finger lickin' good" those ribs may sound. Duke University researchers discovered that chains often encourage customers to buy larger sodas by increasing the number of ounces in their sodas. That's because people subconsciously pick the middle option, so the larger the "medium," the more they can charge for it--those sneaky devils! Consider this just one more reason to stick to water and avoid the chemical-spiked sugar water altogether. submitted by yellowumbrella to HealthyZapper [link] [comments] |
I think something is using my house as a hunting ground.
I guess it all begins with the house.
The house I grew up in was small and newly built, people seeing it for the first time would describe it as unique- or even cute. It wasn’t at all the foreboding haunted house that is so common in stories. It just had a couple of odd quirks.
Like how the whole thing was shaped like a big ‘Z’ and lifted six feet in the air on wooden stilts,
-or how it had these giant, shoji-style windows,
-or how sometimes, it screamed.
It was alined northeast, with large windows offset on the opposing ends on the house. My mother and father had designed and built it themselves in a small town on the Big Island of Hawaii.They wanted to build a house that could be easily cooled off by the trade-winds and they had been horribly successful.
On the days when wind came barreling down the mountain like a freight train the giant windows would funnel the air through our house like a pipe organ, and structure would let out a low wail that some people swore could be heard a kilometer away.
We didn’t have many neighbors, living in pastureland on the edge of a town with a populace of about four-hundred, but our house had an island-wide reputation.
It was called the singing house, which was a testament to people's positivity.
It was a big deal when people found out I lived in the singing house.
One of my best friends growing up had a strict religious family. Once, when we were both under ten, I had ended up sleeping over at his house on a Saturday night and in the rush of the next morning they had brought me with them to mass.
I was excited to go. Their church was this huge, wooden building with a high peaked roof and a bell tower, I had never been able to see the inside and I had always wanted to.
When we got there everyone was singing and it felt like I had accidentally been allowed into a secret club.
We walked quietly to an empty pew and I stumbled through some prayers and songs, then all the kids got to go sit on a carpet and watch veggie-tales.
Then we were ushered into another room where heaping plates of sausages and waffles and even donuts were arranged on a buffet bar. At that moment I was 100% on board with God.
My friend’s, Kama’s, parents even told me that if I wanted, I could keep coming with them. It was great.
We all sat down with our food and Kama and I started talking about the sort of junk kids talk about, and then a woman I’d never met joined our table.
She looked at me for a second before turning to Kama’s mother and asking, “who’s this?”
Kama’s mom introduced me as , “K.J. our neighbor and Kama’s friend.”
The lady hummed, staring at me over her plate of waffles. She didn’t seem friendly.
Conversation resumed. I began an exaggerated story about the size of a wasp nest I’d sprayed the night before.
“No joke, the size of a basketball!” I told Kama.
“Psh, no way,” he told me.
“Uh huh! I’ll show you!” I claimed. The wasp nest wasn’t actually the size of a basketball so I don’t know what possessed me to say this, but it convinced Kama for the time being.
“I bet the sound your house makes attracts them,” Kama said.
“Yeah,” I agreed, “they probably think it’s a giant hive.”
Misguidedly sensing an opportunity ingratiate me to the waffle woman, who was still staring, Kama turned to her and announced, “K.J. lives in the singing house!”
Living in the singing house made me a minor celebrity on this side of the Big Island, my house had been featured in tour books! And to be fair, around here it didn’t take much to turn vague recognition into interest. So, usually mentioning the house was a good conversation starter.
This time, however, it was not.
The lady reacted to Kama’s information like he’d informed her that I killed puppies for fun.
Her face drained of color and her chair grinding back loudly as she stood. I remember being afraid I'd done something to her. That at some point I'd wronged this strange woman and she had only then recognized me.
“I can smell them on you," she said, her voice low and shaking. She jabbed at me with a gnarled finger.
“You are not welcome here! You invite the devils! I smell them!” she yelled, her face was flush and twisted.
The sudden commotion brought the room to a confused silence. People stopped mid-chew to look at us. Someone coughed.
"Auntie, why don't you step outside," a young woman tried.
The yelling had stunned me and made my eyes water, I knew I needed to do something to retain my pride.
"You don’t smell great either!” I yelled.
Kama’s parents swiftly removed us from the church, and the drive home was tense.
I was not invited back.
Back then, life in my town was simple. Mostly, people worked on the land. Keeping cows or growing things to sell to hotels and restaurants.
Kids played outside and had fun doing traditional things, like fishing, camping, or hard drugs. Life was small.
I left as soon as I possibly could.
I wanted to go to university in California and I didn’t even care what I learned there. Like an idiot, I dove headfirst into student debt just so I had an excuse to leave home.
I was being selfish.
My father had left when I was small, technically he was a missing person but we were pretty sure he’d just pissed off, and my only brother had died of an overdose when he was sixteen.
It was just me and my mom, who’d only recently retired from teaching.
Then I went to California and it was only her left alone in that empty house. It was something I tried not to think about.
There wasn’t anything I could do, I couldn’t visit her. Any time I wasn’t in school I spent working as
many hours as I could get. I couldn’t afford a ticket to Hawaii every summer.
At first I tried to call her once a week but it didn’t last, there was never much to say. I didn’t want to tell her how badly my life was going and she very rarely left the house. At first I would just listen as she told me about the animals.
She told me about how wild pigs had been tearing up our pasture and how her eyesight wasn’t good enough to shoot them. About how the sheep and chickens kept disappearing.
Then she stopped talking about them. Instead, she started telling me about the owls.
My mom always had a thing for owls but now it seemed to be developing into a kind of obsession. She’d call me in the middle of the night just to tell me she’d seen one.
They were giant, she said, they watched over her.
She sent me pictures, but they were always blurry and out of focus. Her eyes had gone bad.
A couple years after I left she got a dog, a little hair-terrier, and blurry pictures of it replaced the ones of owls.
Now our conversations were mostly just her recounting everything her dog did that day. How many times she brushed it, or how smart something it did was, or how much it liked sitting with her.
When I finally graduated she was so happy.
“I can’t wait to see you, sweetheart,” she told me, “it’s been quiet.”
I took a job in the city the next day.
When I told her she cried, she said she understood that I was building my future, and it was okay. That she was just an emotional old lady. I tried to believe her.
I asked her how the dog was doing, hoping to get her to stop crying into the phone.
She told me the dog had disappeared. That she’d let it out one night and it hadn’t come back.
She looked for it for days, tripping through the fields and calling its name, but then she found some hair and blood and decided she didn’t want to look anymore.
I told her how sorry I was and I offered to buy her a new dog but she just kept crying.
We talked even less after that. She started to send me pictures of blurry, white blobs again, saying they were owls.
Then I lost my job. Five years of my life I spent working there and they let me go like it was nothing, budget cuts.
Without that job I couldn’t make rent anymore, not where I lived, and no other offer would call me back.
I had nowhere to go, so I finally went home.
I didn’t warn my mom that I was coming. I told myself that it would be a surprise, but honestly I think
I just didn’t want to tell her that I’d failed. I was twenty-seven and moving home.
When the plane touched down and I felt the tropical humidity for the first time in nine years, it was almost nice.
It was dark by the time I turned onto the dirt road that would take me home.
When I got to the old gate at the end of our driveway I found the chain that held it in place was broken, leaving it swinging in the wind.
As a child I constantly got in trouble for leaving the gate open, even for just a minute. Every morning it was a challenge for us to get out and keep the sheep in.
But now the animals were gone and the gate no longer had a purpose.
I got out of the car to push it open, propping it on a rock.
I looked down the dark driveway. It had always been unpaved but in my absence it had grown wild, with banana trees and cane grass crowding it in a way they never had before.
A particularly strong gust of wind swept by stirring up a symphony of rustling plants, chirping insects, and the deep, echoing wail of the house. It might have been horrifying if I wasn’t so nostalgic.
The rest of the way up the driveway was hard on the suspension of my rental, but it managed.
Yellow light began to filter through the branches and twigs that were snapping against the windshield and the house came into view.
I had imagined it looking no different than the last time I saw it, with a delicate garden and bright paint. With old boots drying on the front porch and chickens roosting in the trusses of the stilts.
Instead I saw that the paint was flaking off in strips the size of dollar bills and the front porch had begun to sag in a way that looked vaguely dangerous, wild guava trees had twisted right up to the wide windows, and the grass was waist-high and thick.
It twisted around the wheels of my mother’s car, telling me she hadn’t left in a very long time. There was no garden anymore.
If it wasn’t for the dull light spilling from the windows, it would have looked abandoned.
The porch light came on, the door swung open and there was my mother, hobbling out and squinting at me.
“Are you Amazon?” she called, her voice felt like a warm hug.
“Mom?” I called back. She paused, her whole body drawing straight.
I approached her, “I’m home,” I said hesitantly.
Then she was sobbing and we were hugging, she just about collapsed on the porch stairs and she had to lean against me as we went inside.
We sat together on the couch and I held her while she cried, neither of us were feeling up to speaking.
At some point I must have fallen asleep.
The next time I opened my eyes I was seven years old again, listening to my mother’s soft breathing after she’d fallen asleep telling me a story. It took me a couple seconds to orient myself chronologically.
Something was scraping against the window. Three times, then a short pause, then again.
Branches, I thought. My mom was leaning against my shoulder and I couldn’t get up without waking her. I tried to fall back asleep.
It kept going, snapping me awake any time I began to relax. Three scratches, then silence.
My mom began to snore and I looked at her, she was frighteningly unfamiliar as she slept. Her skin was paler, maybe thinner-looking than I remembered, and marred with deep creases and wrinkles. I didn’t remember her looking so old.
I didn’t remember her being especially young, I just-
The scraping came again. Three times, a perfectly repeated pattern. There was no way that was the wind, it had to be something else. I carefully got up, moving my mom’s head so it slumped against her chest.
I walked through the house, standing in the center and waiting for it to come again.
It didn’t for a long time, then I heard a scrape from the window directly behind me, cutting off just as I turned. The light was on in the kitchen and it was casting a reflection against the glass, but behind it I saw the shape of something. It wasn’t moving, not really, but somehow I knew it was alive.
Carefully, I walked to the light switch, my eyes never leaving the animal.
I flipped it off, getting rid of the glare.
Two wide eyes stared back at me, unhuman, but like no animal i could imagine. It leaned forward, raising an appendage as wirey as a branch.
My mother screamed.
I tore my eyes from the creature as she appeared in the doorway, the light came on and when I looked back there was nothing.
My mother looked at me, tears in her eyes, “I thought you left,” she said.
I heard another scrape and my eyes snapped again to the window, where the limb of a guava tree was resting against the screen, the wind blew and it scraped again. There was no monster, I thought, just my own anxious mind.
“I was just turning off the light,” I said.
She smiled at me, “you were always so responsible,” she said, “come, I have a bed made.”
She led me into my old room. It looked cleaner and emptier, but otherwise largely untouched. As if I had gone away to summer camp for a month. As if ten years had not passed since I last stepped foot inside.
She folded back the blankets for me like I was a child, and I noticed that there was no dust in the room.
That night I dreamed a crowd of people were gathered around the house. Hiding in the overgrowth and standing perfectly still. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak to them, but I knew they were waiting for something.
Life continued, interrupted only briefly by strange flashes in the corner of my eye or horrible dreams that left me gasping for air.
I got a job working for our neighbor, that the income was modest would be an understatement but it was something. I began to fix up the house.
It was the middle of the day, and I’d just finished swapping out one of the stilts for the porch when it happened.
It was like the ground beneath me evaporated and I plunged into a freezing dark hole. Then I was standing in the trees and brush of the mountain forests. There was a loud sound and a warm feeling in my stomach, and when I looked down, all I saw was blood. Someone was crying and I was being sucked away, this wasn’t right. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I suddenly felt vulnerable, lost, hunted.
Then I was back in the yard of my house, standing as if that’s where I’d always been.
I was afraid that I was really going mad if my nightmares had reached me in the day.
It wasn’t much later that I saw the ghost, a short man in dirty clothes. When I saw him, my first instinct was to call out and ask what the hell he was doing in my yard, but then I noticed the way the grass was moving in the wind, passing through his body like it was nothing.
His eyes met mine and his face twisted in fear, he ran underneath the house, as if to hide.
Through my disbelief I remember wondering why he was afraid of me, what could I possibly do to a ghost?
From then on, I kept seeing him. He would appear and wander fearfully around the yard for a few minutes before disappearing again.
I know that I should have done something about it, but I honestly didn’t know what that thing was. Call a priest?
And what if they came and didn’t see anything, I didn’t want it spreading through the town that I was a lunatic.
The worst part was when I tried to bring him up to my mother. He would be wandering around the yard and she’d be sitting on the porch, and I would see her eyes tracking him, but when I asked her about it, she’d act like she had no idea what I was talking about.
I began to think I had truly lost my mind.
That all changed when I was awoken in the middle of the night by a horrible noise. A loud and desperate rasping that echoed through the house.
I was out of bed in an instant, creeping through the doorway and into the living room, where I saw my mother. She was unmoving, standing like a statue in the moonlight. She turned her head towards me, impossibly slow, “Come,” she beckoned, “there’s an owl in the yard.”
My legs were heavy with dread as I approached her and followed the gaze of her vacant eyes out the window.
At first I saw nothing, “be still,” she cautioned.
Then I saw the glimmer of a figure, the ghost. Everything about him looked desperate, he was crouched and shaking, his body heaving with invisible breaths, “that’s the-”
She cut me off, “shhh.”
Then I heard a sound. It was like the rumble of an earthquake and the hiss of a snake, primordial and terrorizing. Petrifying to the point that even now, when I hear it in my dreams I forget to breathe.
It seemed to come from all over, the man had nowhere to run.
The creature was on him before I even saw it. It moved with limbs like moray eels, nothing but muscle, grace, and sharp unrelenting teeth.
When its many mouths tore into him, he didn’t bleed, chunks of him were simply torn away like puzzle pieces. He struggled and fought but the thing didn’t even seem to notice.
When the man had been entirely consumed, the creature remained in place, hunching over the space that had only moments ago been his meal. Then it turned, almost hesitantly, towards the window.
Its face was as white as bone, small and disproportionate to the writhing mass of its body. The eyes that stared out of it were the ones I had seen on my first night here, over a month ago.
“Beautiful,” my mother said, and all the way through the glass the creature seemed to hear her and prean. It let out a low cooing sound, like the hoot of an owl, and then it was gone.
I said nothing to my mother, what could I fucking say after that. How much of that did her dull eyes actually take in.
“The owls will always protect me,” she said and I was suddenly very afraid of her. I knew she had seen the man, the ghost, I knew she had lied to me about it.
I returned to my room and packed my things.
When this didn’t surprise her, I knew I had made the right choice.
I have a shitty job now, and a shitty apartment with a shitty roommate, but every so often my phone will chime, alerting me that my mother has sent me a photo.
‘Another Owl!’ The message will say, but it isn’t.
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Subreddit Stats: DeadorVegetable top posts from 2020-01-14 to 2020-12-18 04:12 PDT
Period: 338.33 days
| Submissions | Comments |
Total | 988 | 133138 |
Rate (per day) | 2.92 | 393.07 |
Unique Redditors | 500 | 34629 |
Combined Score | 1864945 | 2511190 |
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bet dollars to donuts. 1. (idiomatic) To suggest that something is very likely to be true or that one has a strong hunch about something. 1996. "Now I'm willing to bet you dollars to donuts that out of every twenty stills in the county, the ATF boys know, personally, at least nineteen operators." Virginia Lanier, Death in Bloodhound Red, p. 38. 'Dollars to doughnuts' is a pseudo betting term, pseudo in that it didn't originate with actual betting involving doughnuts, but just as a pleasant-sounding alliterative phrase which indicated short odds - dollars are valuable but doughnuts aren't. The phrase parallels the earlier English betting expression 'a pound to a penny'. (figuratively, mildly humorous) To declare with confidence. 1911, Peter B. Kyne, chapter 19, in Captain Scraggs: I bet a dollar to a doughnut that fellow Lopez sold us out. 1932, Delos W. Lovelace, King Kong, published 1965, page 119: ‘Even if Kong follows, he has to travel overland, and it’s dollars to doughnuts we beat him.’ 1988 ... Fig. to bet something of value against something worth considerably less. I bet you dollars to doughnuts that she is on time. He bet me dollars to doughnuts that it would snow today. See also: bet, dollar, doughnut. McGraw-Hill Dictionary of American Idioms and Phrasal Verbs. © 2002 by The McGraw-Hill Companies, Inc. Bet-dollars-to-donuts. meaning. (idiomatic) To suggest that something is very likely to be true or that one has a strong hunch about something. Related to the earlier 'bet dollars-to-buttons' and 'bet dollars-to-dumplings' that appeared in the 1880s, meaning 'almost certain' because the dollars are bet against something near worthless, and perhaps ... This expression is used mostly in bets where you are very sure about something and would bet for it. Examples Sentences. And I’ll bet dollars to donuts that he will have no strategic plan on how to effectively deny Clinton’s speech. I’ll bet you dollars to donuts she won’t accept his marriage proposal. But if you're loving and open with them throughout the often lengthy coming-out process, I'll bet dollars to doughnuts that the love and closeness you share with them will, over time, compel them to bridge the gap between whatever fear and prejudice they may have around lesbianism and their acceptance of you as their daughter. 1996. "Now I'm willing to bet you dollars to donuts that out of every twenty stills in the county, the ATF boys know, personally, at least nineteen operators." Virginia Lanier, Death in Bloodhound Red, p. 38.
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