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Empyrean Iris: 2-19: The prodigum (by Charlie Star)
2023.06.09 10:50 maximusaemilius Empyrean Iris: 2-19: The prodigum (by Charlie Star)
FYI, this is a story COLLECTION. Lots of standalones technically. So, you can basically start to read at any chapter, no pre-read of the other chapters needed technically (other than maybe getting better descriptions of characters than: Adam Vir=human, Krill=antlike alien, Sunny=tall alien, Conn=telepathic alien). The numbers are (mostly) only for organization of posts and continuity.
OC Written by Charlie Stastarrfallknightrise,
Typed up and then posted here by me.
Proofreading and language check for some chapters by u/Finbar9800
Future Lore and fact check done by me.
Apparently, Krill did not check with law enforcement after the Rumors chapter…
Well shit…
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The darkness around them was hot and stifling. Their breath had leached the freshness out of the crate hours ago, leaving them sitting in a stale muggy darkness. Sunny shifted in the near darkness, struggling to see with the single beam of meager light which filtered in from above.
Adam lay in her arms blacked out completely.
She let his upper body rest gently in her lower arms, while her upper arms searched through his blond hair –matted with dried blood– and across his scalp.
She swore she was going to kill the person who did this to him.
Didn't they know what a knock in the head could do to a human? Didn't they understand what a concussion meant?
He needed a doctor, he needed Krill, but the little physician wasn't with them now.
He was back on the Tesraki home planet with the ship.
And they were... well Sunny had no idea where they were.
It had all happened so fast, one moment they were walking through the streets, going through market vendor stalls and laughing about something stupid, and the next moment Adam was lying unconscious on the ground and her head was inside a bag.
She would have fought, but they threatened to hurt Adam if she did.
Perhaps if it had been some other person, she might have taken that chance, but she wasn't nearly willing enough to risk Adam for her own perceived vanity.
After the attack, they had quickly been carted off across the city and loaded into this crate. She had heard the sound of the docks and the roaring of engines. She had sat in here for hours as the ship passed in and then out of warp.
Wherever they were, they were miles away from home, with no one to come and same them.
And Adam was injured, likely concussed.
Worst of all is that she couldn't even see his eyes to check and make sure if he was ok or not. His breathing was relatively even, a slow expansion of his chest and ribs over and over and over again.
She adjusted herself, groaning softly as she attempted to stretch out her legs. Adam's body was dead weight in her hands as she moved him pulling him further onto her lap to where she could hold him with her right set of arms while examining his wound with the other two.
His head rested against her shoulder breath hot on her neck.
Good, she could make sure he was still alive that way.
The engine thrummed.
She had tried to break out of the box first thing of course, but that action had proven to be fruitless, as had screaming. The engine was much too loud. She had, of course, tried engineering her way out of the box, but without tools, space and with Adam's dead weight to work around, that had also been a fruitless option.
So, she sat in the dark and waited.
She was beginning to worry that Adam would never wake up when he finally began to stir.
Sunny sighed a deep sigh of relief.
"Adam. Adam, are you ok, can you hear me?"
For a horrible moment there was no answer, but then a groggy,
"Sunny... Where are we... Why can't I see?”
A hint of panic crept into his voice.
"Shh, you're ok we are just stuck in a crate, that's all."
"Oh that's good,"
He paused,
"Never thought I would say that about being stuck in a crate."
She sighed again in relief, glad to see that he was at least lucid and understood what was happening,
"Now hold on, what happened, and why do I have such a raging headache?”
She shifted slightly in her space as he adjusted himself.
The crate was small, so there wasn't really anywhere for him to go, so he just ended up resting more securely against her chest, head resting on her chest plate her lower arms wrapped around him to keep him in place.
"We were attacked, you were knocked out and I was threatened."
"And you didn't screw them up?"
"They were threatening to kill you. I only had so many options."
He grunted, and in the dark he sighed, turning his head so his cheek was brushing up against her,
"This has been a shit day."
That made her laugh. Leave it to Adam to make her laugh when their lives were in danger.
Nothing much they could do about the situation now, and they remained in darkness, curled up together under the roaring of the engine.
Both of them felt it when the ship came into atmosphere, growing more and more nervous as they felt their crate being shifted and moved. Their little sliver of light was completely gone now leaving them in complete darkness as they were jostled and jolted around inside the crate. Then there came voices, Tesraki, Drev, Burg, and another voice which was far less familiar to Sunny than any of the others.
She felt Adam go still in her arms.
"What?”
"Prodigum."
He hissed, the sharp crack of the spat word hissing through the darkness.
”Prodigum?”
Sunny didn't know much about that species. The only thing she knew for sure is that they had withdrawn from peace talks with the GA and were an outside entity. She knew they occasionally traded with the GA and that Adam had had some run-ins with them. Run-ins like human slave trade or… infant meat trade that gave him a serious hatred for their kind, which was uncharacteristic for his usual forgiving nature.
The crate jolted and rocked.
A distant thrumming filled the background, the lull of conversation, and then it went silent again.
The box jolted downwards.
"Here master, just as you requested."
"I assume you got a good specimen?"
Adam and Sunny leaned up against the walls of their crate trying to determine who or what was speaking.
"You will be most pleased with us master. Got you a real fine specimen we did, worth well over the asking prices. Will be the most exotic piece to your collection for sure."
There was a low sort of guttural rumble from the outside of the crate.
"I will be the judge of that. Open the crate."
There was some shuffling for a moment, a sharp snap and the sides of the box fell away. Sunny and Adam were forced to raise their hands against the light as bright purple and blue light assailed them from all directions. They blinked past the shade cast by their hands.
The room they stood in was strange.
They got the feeling that the open space was supposed to be some kind of meeting space or gathering room.
Perhaps even some sort of entertainment room with how large it was, two floors connected by wide arching ramps up either side of the wide room. The floor below them was a purplish sort of grey made even more so by the blue and purple lights from above.
Adam turned his head in a wide arc, his head raised towards the ceiling. Sunny followed his gaze, and was immediately horrified.
Overhead at least twenty cages had been suspended from the ceiling. Though most of them were either empty, three others were occupied.
Two sick, mournful looking humans and a bleached white skeleton.
"The fuck!?”
Adam turned his head, eyes narrowing towards the group that stood around them, and Sunny got her first good look at the Prodigum.
She was not pleased with what she saw.
It had to be the ugliest thing she ever saw, and that meant something with them knowing the Burg.
The creature was big, maybe a little taller than her.
It had a body sort of like a gorilla, if gorillas were absolutely hideous in every way.
Its back legs were short and stumpy, just one massive fleshy mass, holding up their incredible bulk. They had no neck to speak of, and their arms were absolutely massive, jutting ninety degrees from their shoulders and then ninety degrees again at the elbow. IF you were to have stretched out one of their arms it would almost have been one to two thirds’ times as tall as their own bodies.
Each arm was thicker than a man's waist, and instead of hands it had one long pointy spike.
When they walked, they walked on their wrists as if a human were to go to walk on their knuckles but have their wrist buckle leaving the spike to point back and up.
Its body was covered in an immense and pendulous collection of baggy folds which swung heavily from side to side as it moved.
There was no neck, and its large face was droopy, its horrific mouth a grotesque, sagging heap like a child was trying to melt a playdough smiley face in the microwave.
With two sets of eyes on either side of its grotesque head and the numbers spaghetti like protrusions, which dangled from its throat – writhing to and fro while also acting as the creature's hands – it was a grotesque and monstrous sight.
Sunny made a face. Adam grunted,
"Disgusting."
The aliens gnored them and kept speaking,
"And the Drev?"
"Consider her a bonus."
The big ugly creature grunted, expelling a burst of air from the two breathing tubes which sagged from either side of its neck, their ends opening and closing like the blowholes of a whale.
Adam shifted and stood unsteadily against Sunny's protests gripping the bars with white knuckled hands.
"You have no idea what you have just started, ugly!”
The Prodigum laughed, through it came out as wet gurgling snorts from its breathing tubes,
"Oh I know exactly what I have started… commander Vir."
Adam stepped back in shock, nearly tripping over Sunny in their tight confines.
The Prodigum leaned in close to the cage, the little spaghetti-like tentacles waving before the bars curling uncurling or wrapping themselves around cold steel.
Adam made a face.
"In fact, it was your presence which I requested personally."
He turned in his spot to look at the room around him, which Sunny was becoming to understand was far larger than she had originally assumed.
"I have many wealthy clients who don't settle for just anyone, commander. Your prestige will be a great selling point."
"What even is this place?"
"Many things, many things. It is a place of business, a place of frivolity, and a place where humans do what they are told."
His voice grew low and quiet. One of his large, spiked arms raised off the floor somewhat. The Spike brandished.
"And what exactly do you expect me to do for you?"
He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Why, the only thing humans are good for… I want you to sing!”
This time both Adam and Sunny were dumbstruck,
"You want me to do what now?"
"Sing, commander. You do know what singing is, don't you?”
Adam shook his head,
"You have got to be fucking kidding me. That's it!? That's why you kidnapped one of the most –not to brag or anything– powerful men in the GA. The guy with the firepower of an entire human fleet behind him, and you brought me here to be your cage canary!? To sing you little songs!!??"
The Prodigum grunted,
"That is precisely what I expect you to do, commander."
Adam proceeded to laugh in his face,
"You have got to be kidding me. Not only is this possibly the stupidest thing I have ever heard of just in principle, but it is ALSO dumb because there are thousands of humans out there who can sing better than me. Sure, I can carry a tune, but I'm not Freddie mercury."
The Prodigum was not looking as bothered by the comments as he probably should have been. In fact, he almost seemed amused,
"This is not about your ABILITY to sing commander. Most nonhumans can't actually tell the difference between good and bad singing, they simply know it is something they cannot do. No, I didn't bring you here for your skill, I brought you here because of your importance. When my clients see you, they are going to understand what you represent... And that is my complete and total control, my absolute impunity when it comes to the law, and my ability to do whatever I want. You are a symbol of my power."
"Yeah, and you can suck a bag of dicks."
The Prodigum leaned closer,
"You will do what I want you to do."
A group of tentacles wriggled through the bars waving before their faces. Sunny saw it coming way before the Prodigum did, though he definitely should have seen it coming. The way the human's body tensed up, the way he grew still, the way his eyes drew to laser focus, the way that his knees bent and his hands curled at his sides.
And then he struck.
Like a cobra.
With one hand he reached out wrapping his fingers around a handful of the nasty wriggling tentacles before yanking hard.
The Prodigum screamed.
Sunny lunged forward to help all four of her arms shooting through the bars as Adam dug his fingers into the writhing tentacles.
There was an eruption of movement.
Adam craned his neck downwards, mouth open teeth poised to strike.
Everyone knew what a human bite meant.
And then there was an eruption of pain. Lightning coursed across her vision and Sunny found herself on the ground, legs twitching. She heard Adam yell, he was screaming through his teeth.
And then a dull thud.
The pain went away.
She looked over to find Adam sagging against the bars of the cage.
The Prodigum had retreated with his posse surrounding him…
He mewled with pain, a few of his face tentacles dripping blue onto the floor, others hanging limp and unusable.
The human began to laugh, despite the pain of the electric shock,
"Fuck-you."
With anger in his expression, the Prodigum looked up,
"Secure the Drev."
Sunny struggled to her feet as both her and Adam realized what was happening.
Sunny yelled for Adam to duck, but he was too late, a loop slipped over his neck tightening and pulling him against the side of the cage.
He choked and gasped trying to force his fingers under the loop kicking and struggling as the door was thrown open and Sunny was electrocuted again, before a group of others piled atop her securing her arms and dragging her form the cage, which was then shut.
Adam was let go, staggering to his knees, hands clenched around his throat.
He choked and gasped.
"I am going to make this very clear for you human."
Sunny was hauled upwards by the back of her carapace and suspended in the air.
"Do what I wish, or the Drev dies.”
Sunny struggled against their arms, looking back towards the cage where Adam knelt.
She wished he would tell them to go to hell, but she could see almost immediately by the expression on his face and the pain in his single green eye that the Prodigum had done it.
He had found Adam's weakness.
He had found humanity's greatest trait and their greatest weakness.
Their lo…yalty.
And now they were in his power.
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Thanks for reading! As you saw in the title, this is a cross posted story written by starrfallknightrise and I'll just upload some of it here for you guys, if you are interested and want to read ahead, the original story-collection can be found on tumblr or wattpad to read for free. (link above this text under "OC:..." ) It is the Empyrean Iris story collection by starfallknightrise. Also, if you want to know more about the story collection i made an intro post about it, so feel free to check that out to see what other great characters to look forward to! (Link also above this text). I have no affiliations to the author; just thought I’d share some of the great stories you might enjoy a lot!
Obviously, I have Charlie’s permission to post this and for the people already knowing the stories, or starting to read them: If you follow the link and check out the story you will see some differences. I made some small (non-artistic) changes, mainly correcting writing mistakes, pronoun correction and some small additional info here and there of things which were not thought of/forgotten or even were added/changed in later stories (like the “USS->UNSC” prefix of Stabby, Chalar=/->Sunny etc). As well as some "biggemajor" changes in descriptions and info’s for the same stringency/continuity reason. That can be explained by the story collection being, well a story collection at the start with many standalone-stories just starring the same people, but later on it gets more to a stringent storyline with backstories and throwbacks. (For example Adam Vir has some HEAVY scars over his body, following his bones, which were not really talked about up till half the collection, where it says it covers his whole body and you find out via backflash that he had them the whole time and how he got them, they just weren't mentioned before. However, I would think a doctor would at least see these scars before that, especially since he gets analyzed, treated and goes shirtless/in T-shirts in some stories). So TLDR: Writing and some descriptions are slightly changed, with full OK from the author, since he himself did not bother to correct these things before.
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OC Written by Charlie Stastarrfallknightrise,
Typed up and then posted here by me.
Proofreading and language check for some chapters by u/Finbar9800
Future Lore and fact check done by me.
Apparently, Krill did not check with law enforcement after the Rumors chapter…
Well shit…
Want to find a specific one, see the whole list or check fanart?
Here is the link to the master-post.
Adam lay in her arms blacked out completely.
She let his upper body rest gently in her lower arms, while her upper arms searched through his blond hair –matted with dried blood– and across his scalp.
She swore she was going to kill the person who did this to him.
Didn't they know what a knock in the head could do to a human? Didn't they understand what a concussion meant?
He needed a doctor, he needed Krill, but the little physician wasn't with them now.
He was back on the Tesraki home planet with the ship.
And they were... well Sunny had no idea where they were.
It had all happened so fast, one moment they were walking through the streets, going through market vendor stalls and laughing about something stupid, and the next moment Adam was lying unconscious on the ground and her head was inside a bag.
She would have fought, but they threatened to hurt Adam if she did.
Perhaps if it had been some other person, she might have taken that chance, but she wasn't nearly willing enough to risk Adam for her own perceived vanity.
After the attack, they had quickly been carted off across the city and loaded into this crate. She had heard the sound of the docks and the roaring of engines. She had sat in here for hours as the ship passed in and then out of warp.
Wherever they were, they were miles away from home, with no one to come and same them.
And Adam was injured, likely concussed.
Worst of all is that she couldn't even see his eyes to check and make sure if he was ok or not. His breathing was relatively even, a slow expansion of his chest and ribs over and over and over again.
She adjusted herself, groaning softly as she attempted to stretch out her legs. Adam's body was dead weight in her hands as she moved him pulling him further onto her lap to where she could hold him with her right set of arms while examining his wound with the other two.
His head rested against her shoulder breath hot on her neck.
Good, she could make sure he was still alive that way.
The engine thrummed.
She had tried to break out of the box first thing of course, but that action had proven to be fruitless, as had screaming. The engine was much too loud. She had, of course, tried engineering her way out of the box, but without tools, space and with Adam's dead weight to work around, that had also been a fruitless option.
So, she sat in the dark and waited.
She was beginning to worry that Adam would never wake up when he finally began to stir.
Sunny sighed a deep sigh of relief.
"Adam. Adam, are you ok, can you hear me?"
For a horrible moment there was no answer, but then a groggy,
"Sunny... Where are we... Why can't I see?”
A hint of panic crept into his voice.
"Shh, you're ok we are just stuck in a crate, that's all."
"Oh that's good,"
He paused,
"Never thought I would say that about being stuck in a crate."
She sighed again in relief, glad to see that he was at least lucid and understood what was happening,
"Now hold on, what happened, and why do I have such a raging headache?”
She shifted slightly in her space as he adjusted himself.
The crate was small, so there wasn't really anywhere for him to go, so he just ended up resting more securely against her chest, head resting on her chest plate her lower arms wrapped around him to keep him in place.
"We were attacked, you were knocked out and I was threatened."
"And you didn't screw them up?"
"They were threatening to kill you. I only had so many options."
He grunted, and in the dark he sighed, turning his head so his cheek was brushing up against her,
"This has been a shit day."
That made her laugh. Leave it to Adam to make her laugh when their lives were in danger.
Nothing much they could do about the situation now, and they remained in darkness, curled up together under the roaring of the engine.
Both of them felt it when the ship came into atmosphere, growing more and more nervous as they felt their crate being shifted and moved. Their little sliver of light was completely gone now leaving them in complete darkness as they were jostled and jolted around inside the crate. Then there came voices, Tesraki, Drev, Burg, and another voice which was far less familiar to Sunny than any of the others.
She felt Adam go still in her arms.
"What?”
"Prodigum."
He hissed, the sharp crack of the spat word hissing through the darkness.
”Prodigum?”
Sunny didn't know much about that species. The only thing she knew for sure is that they had withdrawn from peace talks with the GA and were an outside entity. She knew they occasionally traded with the GA and that Adam had had some run-ins with them. Run-ins like human slave trade or… infant meat trade that gave him a serious hatred for their kind, which was uncharacteristic for his usual forgiving nature.
The crate jolted and rocked.
A distant thrumming filled the background, the lull of conversation, and then it went silent again.
The box jolted downwards.
"Here master, just as you requested."
"I assume you got a good specimen?"
Adam and Sunny leaned up against the walls of their crate trying to determine who or what was speaking.
"You will be most pleased with us master. Got you a real fine specimen we did, worth well over the asking prices. Will be the most exotic piece to your collection for sure."
There was a low sort of guttural rumble from the outside of the crate.
"I will be the judge of that. Open the crate."
There was some shuffling for a moment, a sharp snap and the sides of the box fell away. Sunny and Adam were forced to raise their hands against the light as bright purple and blue light assailed them from all directions. They blinked past the shade cast by their hands.
The room they stood in was strange.
They got the feeling that the open space was supposed to be some kind of meeting space or gathering room.
Perhaps even some sort of entertainment room with how large it was, two floors connected by wide arching ramps up either side of the wide room. The floor below them was a purplish sort of grey made even more so by the blue and purple lights from above.
Adam turned his head in a wide arc, his head raised towards the ceiling. Sunny followed his gaze, and was immediately horrified.
Overhead at least twenty cages had been suspended from the ceiling. Though most of them were either empty, three others were occupied.
Two sick, mournful looking humans and a bleached white skeleton.
"The fuck!?”
Adam turned his head, eyes narrowing towards the group that stood around them, and Sunny got her first good look at the Prodigum.
She was not pleased with what she saw.
It had to be the ugliest thing she ever saw, and that meant something with them knowing the Burg.
The creature was big, maybe a little taller than her.
It had a body sort of like a gorilla, if gorillas were absolutely hideous in every way.
Its back legs were short and stumpy, just one massive fleshy mass, holding up their incredible bulk. They had no neck to speak of, and their arms were absolutely massive, jutting ninety degrees from their shoulders and then ninety degrees again at the elbow. IF you were to have stretched out one of their arms it would almost have been one to two thirds’ times as tall as their own bodies.
Each arm was thicker than a man's waist, and instead of hands it had one long pointy spike.
When they walked, they walked on their wrists as if a human were to go to walk on their knuckles but have their wrist buckle leaving the spike to point back and up.
Its body was covered in an immense and pendulous collection of baggy folds which swung heavily from side to side as it moved.
There was no neck, and its large face was droopy, its horrific mouth a grotesque, sagging heap like a child was trying to melt a playdough smiley face in the microwave.
With two sets of eyes on either side of its grotesque head and the numbers spaghetti like protrusions, which dangled from its throat – writhing to and fro while also acting as the creature's hands – it was a grotesque and monstrous sight.
Sunny made a face. Adam grunted,
"Disgusting."
The aliens gnored them and kept speaking,
"And the Drev?"
"Consider her a bonus."
The big ugly creature grunted, expelling a burst of air from the two breathing tubes which sagged from either side of its neck, their ends opening and closing like the blowholes of a whale.
Adam shifted and stood unsteadily against Sunny's protests gripping the bars with white knuckled hands.
"You have no idea what you have just started, ugly!”
The Prodigum laughed, through it came out as wet gurgling snorts from its breathing tubes,
"Oh I know exactly what I have started… commander Vir."
Adam stepped back in shock, nearly tripping over Sunny in their tight confines.
The Prodigum leaned in close to the cage, the little spaghetti-like tentacles waving before the bars curling uncurling or wrapping themselves around cold steel.
Adam made a face.
"In fact, it was your presence which I requested personally."
He turned in his spot to look at the room around him, which Sunny was becoming to understand was far larger than she had originally assumed.
"I have many wealthy clients who don't settle for just anyone, commander. Your prestige will be a great selling point."
"What even is this place?"
"Many things, many things. It is a place of business, a place of frivolity, and a place where humans do what they are told."
His voice grew low and quiet. One of his large, spiked arms raised off the floor somewhat. The Spike brandished.
"And what exactly do you expect me to do for you?"
He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Why, the only thing humans are good for… I want you to sing!”
This time both Adam and Sunny were dumbstruck,
"You want me to do what now?"
"Sing, commander. You do know what singing is, don't you?”
Adam shook his head,
"You have got to be fucking kidding me. That's it!? That's why you kidnapped one of the most –not to brag or anything– powerful men in the GA. The guy with the firepower of an entire human fleet behind him, and you brought me here to be your cage canary!? To sing you little songs!!??"
The Prodigum grunted,
"That is precisely what I expect you to do, commander."
Adam proceeded to laugh in his face,
"You have got to be kidding me. Not only is this possibly the stupidest thing I have ever heard of just in principle, but it is ALSO dumb because there are thousands of humans out there who can sing better than me. Sure, I can carry a tune, but I'm not Freddie mercury."
The Prodigum was not looking as bothered by the comments as he probably should have been. In fact, he almost seemed amused,
"This is not about your ABILITY to sing commander. Most nonhumans can't actually tell the difference between good and bad singing, they simply know it is something they cannot do. No, I didn't bring you here for your skill, I brought you here because of your importance. When my clients see you, they are going to understand what you represent... And that is my complete and total control, my absolute impunity when it comes to the law, and my ability to do whatever I want. You are a symbol of my power."
"Yeah, and you can suck a bag of dicks."
The Prodigum leaned closer,
"You will do what I want you to do."
A group of tentacles wriggled through the bars waving before their faces. Sunny saw it coming way before the Prodigum did, though he definitely should have seen it coming. The way the human's body tensed up, the way he grew still, the way his eyes drew to laser focus, the way that his knees bent and his hands curled at his sides.
And then he struck.
Like a cobra.
With one hand he reached out wrapping his fingers around a handful of the nasty wriggling tentacles before yanking hard.
The Prodigum screamed.
Sunny lunged forward to help all four of her arms shooting through the bars as Adam dug his fingers into the writhing tentacles.
There was an eruption of movement.
Adam craned his neck downwards, mouth open teeth poised to strike.
Everyone knew what a human bite meant.
And then there was an eruption of pain. Lightning coursed across her vision and Sunny found herself on the ground, legs twitching. She heard Adam yell, he was screaming through his teeth.
And then a dull thud.
The pain went away.
She looked over to find Adam sagging against the bars of the cage.
The Prodigum had retreated with his posse surrounding him…
He mewled with pain, a few of his face tentacles dripping blue onto the floor, others hanging limp and unusable.
The human began to laugh, despite the pain of the electric shock,
"Fuck-you."
With anger in his expression, the Prodigum looked up,
"Secure the Drev."
Sunny struggled to her feet as both her and Adam realized what was happening.
Sunny yelled for Adam to duck, but he was too late, a loop slipped over his neck tightening and pulling him against the side of the cage.
He choked and gasped trying to force his fingers under the loop kicking and struggling as the door was thrown open and Sunny was electrocuted again, before a group of others piled atop her securing her arms and dragging her form the cage, which was then shut.
Adam was let go, staggering to his knees, hands clenched around his throat.
He choked and gasped.
"I am going to make this very clear for you human."
Sunny was hauled upwards by the back of her carapace and suspended in the air.
"Do what I wish, or the Drev dies.”
Sunny struggled against their arms, looking back towards the cage where Adam knelt.
She wished he would tell them to go to hell, but she could see almost immediately by the expression on his face and the pain in his single green eye that the Prodigum had done it.
He had found Adam's weakness.
He had found humanity's greatest trait and their greatest weakness.
Their lo…yalty.
And now they were in his power.
Want to find a specific one, see the whole list or check fanart?
Here is the link to the master-post.
Intro post by me
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Obviously, I have Charlie’s permission to post this and for the people already knowing the stories, or starting to read them: If you follow the link and check out the story you will see some differences. I made some small (non-artistic) changes, mainly correcting writing mistakes, pronoun correction and some small additional info here and there of things which were not thought of/forgotten or even were added/changed in later stories (like the “USS->UNSC” prefix of Stabby, Chalar=/->Sunny etc). As well as some "biggemajor" changes in descriptions and info’s for the same stringency/continuity reason. That can be explained by the story collection being, well a story collection at the start with many standalone-stories just starring the same people, but later on it gets more to a stringent storyline with backstories and throwbacks. (For example Adam Vir has some HEAVY scars over his body, following his bones, which were not really talked about up till half the collection, where it says it covers his whole body and you find out via backflash that he had them the whole time and how he got them, they just weren't mentioned before. However, I would think a doctor would at least see these scars before that, especially since he gets analyzed, treated and goes shirtless/in T-shirts in some stories). So TLDR: Writing and some descriptions are slightly changed, with full OK from the author, since he himself did not bother to correct these things before.
2023.06.09 10:48 VastAgreeable4440 AITA for turning off my phone and ignoring everyone while I grieved for my grandma?
For context, my older sister and I both live in different countries, but no more than a few hours drive from the village where the rest of my family lives, and we travel once or twice a year to see everyone. I have a fairly cordial relationship with my family, although we're not tight-knit.
However, my family have developed a habit of not telling me when people die.
For example, I found out my uncle died by visiting the village on the same day as his funeral. At the time I was hurt no-one had told me, but chalked it up to them forgetting due to grief and moved on. But then it happened again - two great aunts died, and then my uncle, and then my grandpa was diagnosed with dementia and I wasn't told for months.
Two weeks ago, I had a telephone chat with my aunt to make plans about my upcoming trip to the village. We were discussing our schedules, and she said that she had "so much more time on her hands since she's no longer caring for Grandma VastAgreeable."
"Oh," I said, completely oblivious. "Has Grandma VastAgreeable gone into a care home?"
No, Grandma VastAgreeable had not gone into a care home. My beloved Grandma VastAgreeable had been dead for two months.
At the time I was in shock, I reacted badly and just hung up the phone, then turned it off completely and called in sick at work for a few days to grieve. I admit switching my phone off wasn't entirely to grieve - part of the reason was because I was angry that I hadn't been told (again) that someone had died, and I needed time out so I didn't say something I regretted to my aunt.
After a few days I turned my phone back on, and found my WhatsApp had blown up with messages from my aunt, my parents, my sister and other members of the family asking about that call and asking me to check in.
Once I explained, members of my family apologised for not telling me sooner. However my older sister berated me for my "attention-seeking" behaviour, and told me that I should be supporting those who were "actually close" to my grandma, such as my parents. When I expressed frustration that everyone kept forgetting to tell me when family members died, she told me "you acting like this is the reason Mum doesn't tell you when people die" and that seeing me grieve "was upsetting to Mum and everyone else".
I am autistic, so I don't know if there are social rules around grieving that I'm not quite getting. I didn't want to upset anyone any further, so I cancelled my upcoming trip and apologised to my family for having my phone turned off and ignoring everyone while I grieved. But this has now caused more drama, as my aunt and parents are upset that I'm not coming over and are insisting my sister just "lashed out", and sister's upset that I apologised to the family based on what she said.
AITA?
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However, my family have developed a habit of not telling me when people die.
For example, I found out my uncle died by visiting the village on the same day as his funeral. At the time I was hurt no-one had told me, but chalked it up to them forgetting due to grief and moved on. But then it happened again - two great aunts died, and then my uncle, and then my grandpa was diagnosed with dementia and I wasn't told for months.
Two weeks ago, I had a telephone chat with my aunt to make plans about my upcoming trip to the village. We were discussing our schedules, and she said that she had "so much more time on her hands since she's no longer caring for Grandma VastAgreeable."
"Oh," I said, completely oblivious. "Has Grandma VastAgreeable gone into a care home?"
No, Grandma VastAgreeable had not gone into a care home. My beloved Grandma VastAgreeable had been dead for two months.
At the time I was in shock, I reacted badly and just hung up the phone, then turned it off completely and called in sick at work for a few days to grieve. I admit switching my phone off wasn't entirely to grieve - part of the reason was because I was angry that I hadn't been told (again) that someone had died, and I needed time out so I didn't say something I regretted to my aunt.
After a few days I turned my phone back on, and found my WhatsApp had blown up with messages from my aunt, my parents, my sister and other members of the family asking about that call and asking me to check in.
Once I explained, members of my family apologised for not telling me sooner. However my older sister berated me for my "attention-seeking" behaviour, and told me that I should be supporting those who were "actually close" to my grandma, such as my parents. When I expressed frustration that everyone kept forgetting to tell me when family members died, she told me "you acting like this is the reason Mum doesn't tell you when people die" and that seeing me grieve "was upsetting to Mum and everyone else".
I am autistic, so I don't know if there are social rules around grieving that I'm not quite getting. I didn't want to upset anyone any further, so I cancelled my upcoming trip and apologised to my family for having my phone turned off and ignoring everyone while I grieved. But this has now caused more drama, as my aunt and parents are upset that I'm not coming over and are insisting my sister just "lashed out", and sister's upset that I apologised to the family based on what she said.
AITA?
2023.06.09 10:19 thejoshway Luton Sensible Transfers - Central Midfield
Sensible transfers – Central midfield
Welcome to another edition of my ‘Sensible Transfers’ series, where I analyse what I believe to be realistic transfers (to varying degrees) for Luton Town FC ahead of the 2023/24 Premier League season. In this post we discuss the central midfield position. Clark, Pelly are capable of starting in the Premier League, with Campbell and Berry potentially being rotation options. Despite this, I believe one or two box-to-box midfielders to compete and raise the level of the squad are necessary. This list includes some ‘first-choice’ picks I believe are realistic, and some ‘wildcard’ picks that I think would be nice but are less realistic for one reason or another.
First-choice
Aleix Garcia is a product of Manchester City’s youth academy, currently plying his trade for Girona in La Liga. He registered 6 assists and 1 goal in 29 appearances this year, which is an impressive return for a midfielder in a mid-table side. His year’s option hasn’t been extended at present, so may be available for free, or for a cut-price fee if he has a year left on his deal. Either way, his playmaking ability would add a different dimension to our midfield.
Ainsley Maitland-Niles needs a permanent home after spells in and out of the Arsenal team and away on loan. Despite his inconsistency, I believe there’s still a real player in the former England international. He’s best in midfield, but also has utility in being able to cover multiple positions. He’s available on a free, and Luton could provide him with the permanent home he is looking for.
Gustavo Hamer’s quality was on offer at Wembley, equalizing against Luton with a fine finish. With 9 goals and 10 assists this season, he’s evidently one of the Championship’s premium talents. Whilst he may command a high fee (transfermarkt estimates his value at approximately £7m), the Brazilian’s talent might be worth every penny.
Hannibal Mejbri could be available on loan from Manchester United. An all round talent that’s tough in the tackle, but equally as good going forward – Hannibal registered 1 goal and 5 assists in a pretty average Birmingham team this season. Should United want to loan him out, Luton could be a perfect destination for Hannibal to gain more experience. (edit: since I drafted this he's being linked to Dortmund as their Bellingham replacement... we might struggle to compete with them lol)
Wildcards
Charlie Patino has announced his intention to leave Arsenal in search of first-team football. It would be nice to bring him back to the club, but with 2 goals and 4 assists in the championship this season he doesn’t walk into Luton’s XI. Because he’s not guaranteed first team football here, he might pursue a move elsewhere.
There is a lot of flux and uncertainty at Chelsea, but one certain there is Carney Chukwuemeka’s talent. There’s a reason why Chelsea paid £18m for him. If Chelsea’s midfield acquisitions stunt his development, there could be scope for a loan move to Luton to gain more experience. Who knows what Chelsea are going to do this Summer though…
Luka Ivanusec is my biggest wildcard in this list. Croatia has been home to some truly world-class midfielders – with Luka perhaps being the next talent to emerge from the country. He’s scored 12 goals and provided 5 assists for Dinamo Zagreb in the Croatian top tier this season, which is a pretty impressive haul. The stumbling block is likely to be a transfer fee, with Dinamo in no hurry to sell whilst competing in European competitions. Transfermarkt values him at around £10m, which would eclipse Luton’s transfer record by a magnitude of 5.
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Welcome to another edition of my ‘Sensible Transfers’ series, where I analyse what I believe to be realistic transfers (to varying degrees) for Luton Town FC ahead of the 2023/24 Premier League season. In this post we discuss the central midfield position. Clark, Pelly are capable of starting in the Premier League, with Campbell and Berry potentially being rotation options. Despite this, I believe one or two box-to-box midfielders to compete and raise the level of the squad are necessary. This list includes some ‘first-choice’ picks I believe are realistic, and some ‘wildcard’ picks that I think would be nice but are less realistic for one reason or another.
First-choice
Aleix Garcia is a product of Manchester City’s youth academy, currently plying his trade for Girona in La Liga. He registered 6 assists and 1 goal in 29 appearances this year, which is an impressive return for a midfielder in a mid-table side. His year’s option hasn’t been extended at present, so may be available for free, or for a cut-price fee if he has a year left on his deal. Either way, his playmaking ability would add a different dimension to our midfield.
Ainsley Maitland-Niles needs a permanent home after spells in and out of the Arsenal team and away on loan. Despite his inconsistency, I believe there’s still a real player in the former England international. He’s best in midfield, but also has utility in being able to cover multiple positions. He’s available on a free, and Luton could provide him with the permanent home he is looking for.
Gustavo Hamer’s quality was on offer at Wembley, equalizing against Luton with a fine finish. With 9 goals and 10 assists this season, he’s evidently one of the Championship’s premium talents. Whilst he may command a high fee (transfermarkt estimates his value at approximately £7m), the Brazilian’s talent might be worth every penny.
Hannibal Mejbri could be available on loan from Manchester United. An all round talent that’s tough in the tackle, but equally as good going forward – Hannibal registered 1 goal and 5 assists in a pretty average Birmingham team this season. Should United want to loan him out, Luton could be a perfect destination for Hannibal to gain more experience. (edit: since I drafted this he's being linked to Dortmund as their Bellingham replacement... we might struggle to compete with them lol)
Wildcards
Charlie Patino has announced his intention to leave Arsenal in search of first-team football. It would be nice to bring him back to the club, but with 2 goals and 4 assists in the championship this season he doesn’t walk into Luton’s XI. Because he’s not guaranteed first team football here, he might pursue a move elsewhere.
There is a lot of flux and uncertainty at Chelsea, but one certain there is Carney Chukwuemeka’s talent. There’s a reason why Chelsea paid £18m for him. If Chelsea’s midfield acquisitions stunt his development, there could be scope for a loan move to Luton to gain more experience. Who knows what Chelsea are going to do this Summer though…
Luka Ivanusec is my biggest wildcard in this list. Croatia has been home to some truly world-class midfielders – with Luka perhaps being the next talent to emerge from the country. He’s scored 12 goals and provided 5 assists for Dinamo Zagreb in the Croatian top tier this season, which is a pretty impressive haul. The stumbling block is likely to be a transfer fee, with Dinamo in no hurry to sell whilst competing in European competitions. Transfermarkt values him at around £10m, which would eclipse Luton’s transfer record by a magnitude of 5.
2023.06.09 10:02 Johndoebro12 I’m barley living paycheck to paycheck
I hate my life. I got here on my own tho. I am 18 year old who lives in the middle of Georgia. I was homeless since I was 17 and only recently was able to secure stable living. I started my job about a month ago and things were going smoothly until today. My recent pay check left me with 1 dollar after I pay my bills. Honestly I’d rather have it say I couldn’t pay my bills or 0 dollars then one dollar. It felt like a slap in the face. I just threw my phone and started crying. I cannot believe my life has gotten to this point. I’m a loser, I blame the world, I’m pitiful. All of those except one would be right it’s not the worlds fault it’s mine. Maybe if I would’ve paid attention more in school or maybe if I would’ve saved a tiny bit of emergency money from high school I wouldn’t be in this situation. It’s too late now. I honestly thought my job would help me find purpose. I could go to work go home and chill out. I felt comfortable. I want to scream, I want to cry, I want to break everything but that wouldn’t solve anything. I can’t pay for food this month so I don’t know how I’ll be able to eat, I can’t get new hygiene stuff so my job might fire me, I ask myself why is this happening. When I was younger my grandma used to say god is testing me but why do I have to suffer. I have no right to question god but why me. Im gonna hopefully get some sleep tonight and find out how I can hustle. I don’t care what it’ll take. If I have to sell drugs I will I’m done. And if I get caught I’ll hopefully see my grandma one more time before i burn I’m done with life. My dad was right I’m weak, he won’t even be at my funeral too. I hope he’s happy because I hate him so much but I love him so much. Thank you if you read this, I want someone to see inside my mind and inside my life for once. I’m glad this is the one time I can show it.
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2023.06.09 09:42 SufficientWeather289 First time talking about this
For me, sometimes I look at family members (who I see everyday) or friends (who I see often) and I question if I recognize them. Like is that what they've always looked like. They tend to look different to me. It's also hard to recognize myself in the mirror. It's such a weird feeling but I dont dwell on it. I feel like I'm numb to it now. I never feel present. I've just recently began to even acknowledge it to myself. I've had some trauma as a kid. Death was a huge prescence in my childhood. I witnessed my beloved grandfather die of a heart attack at age 9. I believe I was home from school sick or I was just lounging in my grandparents apt. (They lived in the apt below me, my mom and my brother. I was always very close to my maternal grandparents as my mother was a single mother who worked and went to night college. Father was never in the picture. He is life long drug addict loser. We were never involved with his family either.) I was in the living room watching tv and I hear my grandmother screaming my grandfather's name. I run into the kitchen and he's having a heart attack. My grandmother instructed me to hold a spoon in his mouth so he doesn't swallow his tongue while she called 911. I only remember small pieces of what happened next. I remember the EMTs coming in. I remember my aunt and mom coming home from work while EMS was there. I don't know when my brother came downstairs. I remember being told to go upstairs to our apt and being talked to by my mom's best friend saying my grandfather loved us. My brother and I didn't attend his funeral. That was decided for us by my mother. I remember playing in the street when my family came walking back from it. There is a funeral home 2 blocks from our building. Several other family members died pretty close in years. We are Italian on my mothers side. My grandmother had 4 siblings. They would come over for holidays or stop by since they all lived in the same city. Only 2 ended up having 1 child each so my mom didnt have many cousins. They all died within years of each other and the holiday tables became empty. That was traumatic. My grandmother who I was immensely close with died in 2017. She became diabetic and developed some sores on her legs from always sitting. Thinking about it as an adult, she must have had deep depression. She had poor immigrant parents and worked in a doll/baby dress making factory as a kid. When she got into her 60s, she became sort of agoraphobic. She didnt wanna go anywhere. She just would sit in the kitchen watching tv. We bonded over tv and films. She refused to go to the doctor. Her legs got worst. The day before we basically carried her out the door to go to the hospital, I was sitting in the living room with her and she seemed out of it. When she was admitted to the hospital, they said she had sepsis. She started asking where my grandfather was and he's been dead since '93. She only recognized me. Not my mom, aunt or brother. She was on the mend after a few weeks and was sent to rehab. She had a back slide in rehab. The week that she passed away, I was hella sick with the flu. I was told I couldn't go visit. My aunt called and I could hear my grandmother screaming. This happened a few times the week of her dead. She wouldn't talk just wail. They'd give her the phone and tell her it's me but she wouldn't speak just cry or scream. This haunts me. I wonder if anyone can tell me why this was happening. It still freaks me out. I got a call on a Fri at 1am from my mom saying that don't get upset but she passed away. The rehab just called. I remember dropping to the floor and crawled under my bed and cried. my mom doesn't live too far. She came over but I locked myself in my bedroom and stood under the bed. I think this is where my Ddp started kicking into high gear. A few months later, a close friend/coworker died suddenly at the age of 26. We had spent a few days the week prior hanging out after work even though he hated social activities. We went to a movie screening, play and comedy show all in 1 week. His mom said she believes he may subconsciously have known his time was coming to an end and wanted to spend as much time with me as he could. I think the constant prescence of death has caused my dp/dr. I definitely disassociate a lot. I feel like my life has gone in a fast forward. How am I later in my 30s? I feel like I blinked and all those years were skipped. I dont remember my 20s much or most of my 30s. This seems like it's all over the place but it's the first time I've been able to put pieces together and describe what I've been experiencing. Basically, I feel like I float through life and every day my brain is a white board that gets wiped clean. I'm not present and I become unfamiliar with my surroundings and people.
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2023.06.09 09:24 TopCucumber6288 Okus obratnega inženiringa - naloga 3
 | Pozdravljeni, submitted by TopCucumber6288 to HackProtectSlo [link] [comments] izvorna koda te naloge se nahaja na https://pastebin.com/MA89468T (geslo: slohackprotect). Kodo prevedemo enako kot pri nalogi 1. Naloga 1: LINK Naloga 2: LINK Obratni inženiring Tako kot pri nalogi 1, binarno datoteko najprej spustimo čez program strings, ki nam tokrat najde nekaj kar zgleda kot geslo - niz N0t4P4ssw0rd. Vendar geslo ne deluje. Nadaljujemo tako, da binarno datoteko uvozimo v Ghidro, kot smo to storili pri nalogi 2. Osredotočimo se na funkcijo main. https://preview.redd.it/333f3wuuvx4b1.png?width=333&format=png&auto=webp&s=f1fe2bbd7990860e5a2f243edfddd9e11a8f27a2 Opazimo, da se naš vnos ne primerja z nizom, ki smo ga našli z orodjem strings, ampak z nizom, shranjenim na naslovu, kamor kaže spremenljivka local_18. Ta spremenljivka je definirana v vrstici 18, kjer na kopici (angl. heap) ustvarimo prostor za 13 znakov. Nato program pokliče funkcijo decode, ki niz N0t4P4ssw0rd modificira in shrani na kopico na to mesto. Sedaj imamo 2 možnosti:
Program poženemo z gdb debuggerjem. Jaz uporabljam še dodatek pwndbg ( https://github.com/pwndbg/pwndbg) https://preview.redd.it/u2kfi0otxx4b1.png?width=976&format=png&auto=webp&s=16550f3953f5ea3b8f25aa623a2903c686b015c3 Postavimo breakpoint na začetek funkcije main in poženimo program. pwndbg> b * main Breakpoint 1 at 0x1285 pwndbg> r Starting program: /home/kali/Desktop/RE/example3 ... https://preview.redd.it/4yrd2mrbyx4b1.png?width=1002&format=png&auto=webp&s=990120bf934e76124a5e8f755b46720f23686f5b Na vrhu (RAX,RBX...) je seznam registrov in njihove vrednosti. Na sredini je prikazano, kje v programu se nahajamo, spodaj pa vidimo vrh sklada (angl. stack). Z ukazom next (krajše n) se začnemo premikati čez funkcijo main in opazujemo spremembe v registrih in na skladu. Če gdbju ne podamo ukaza, se ponovno izvede zadnji podani ukaz. Najprej podamo ukaz "n", nato pa samo pritiskamo enter. https://preview.redd.it/gtdm5jx2zx4b1.png?width=937&format=png&auto=webp&s=7a83cc7ccab59ea73d3bf64bb705817969d92ef1 S premikanjem čez funkcijo main dosežemo vrstico "call [email protected]", ki od nas zahteva, da vpišemo geslo. Vpišemo recimo "test" in pritisnemo enter. Nadaljujemo z izvajanjem funkcije main do vrstice "call malloc", ki bo na kopici rezervirala prostor. To vrstico še izvedeno in se nato ustavimo. https://preview.redd.it/2i2frmxwzx4b1.png?width=933&format=png&auto=webp&s=f5cdf3b52a66010b826c7340da933c6325ac90af Rezultat klica malloc, nam vrne naslov na kopici, kamor bo funkcija decode kasneje shranila dekodiran niz. Rezultat funkcije je shranjen v registru RAX. V našem primeru je malloc naredil prostor na naslovu 0x555555559ac0. Ta naslov si zapišemo in nadaljujemo z izvajanjem do vrstice, kjer pokličemo funkcijo decode. Takoj po tej vrstici se ustavimo in pogledamo na naslov, ki smo si ga zapisali. pwndbg> x/s 0x555555559ac0 0x555555559ac0: "N/v1T/yl#'Y"Kot pričakovano nas na tem naslovu pričaka dekodiran licenčni ključ, s katerim se uspešno vpišemo v program. $ ./example3 Enter security key: N/v1T/yl#'Y Access granted!Tokrat smo si ogledali osnove dinamične analize, spoznali smo, da če tudi je nek niz v sami izvorni kodi zakodiran, ga v neki točki program dekodira za primerjavo in ta trenutek izkoristimo mi. Lep pozdrav! |
2023.06.09 08:50 Spectral_Coen0 I don't understand why I bother
I often wonder if I'm just genuinely meant to be stuck in the "friend zone/best friend area" of the dating life and just not someone people want to be around in terms of friendships or long term dating.
Ive been single for seven years, it will be eight years next year which includes intimacy with women too.
I've tried Facebook dating, bumble, tinder[they banned me because I said dating apps are weird?] And plenty of fish but I always get matches who never actually send me a message to chat or get to know each other, and I never find them on the swiping method via the dating section pages.
I've only ever really known awful relationships in my life and never had a decent one. I've never even been in love before which is honestly just so sad.
I'm 31, I have low grade depression and social anxiety. I live at home because inflation makes living on your own ridiculously challenging now. I don't drive, I am unemployed after they let me go from a job I was working and finding a new one is a pain in the behind in the city that I'm currently in.
I'm a genuine sweetheart who's quiet, and shy in the beginning. I'm respectful, easy to talk to, deeply understanding, I'm trustworthy, massively geeky, well mannered, polite, doesn't cheat or abuse anyone, who goes out of their way to buy flowers for the girl, write her a letter expressing my feelings for her, and genuinely celebrating a month as a win.
I've had relationships that cheated on me, used me for money, bullied me at parties they invited me to, humiliated by her room mates, dumped on a family members funeral, abused emotionally/verbally, and mentally by both her, and her parents. Had a girl break gifts I got her and leave it on my front porch. Humiliated for being "vanilla" and boring in the bedroom, and for not lasting all that long either.
I just don't understand this world anymore. 😕 I'm an average looking guy with a massive heart and yet I can never be seen as the boyfriend type or someone worth pursuing.
I've never had anyone hit on me, flirt, show any kind of interest, making the first move, actually talk and hold a conversation without the use of short one word answers in quite a while honestly. I'm so oblivious now that if a girl is being nice I just brush it off as just being polite, because I'm so use to being hurt and not treated as anything other to them
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Ive been single for seven years, it will be eight years next year which includes intimacy with women too.
I've tried Facebook dating, bumble, tinder[they banned me because I said dating apps are weird?] And plenty of fish but I always get matches who never actually send me a message to chat or get to know each other, and I never find them on the swiping method via the dating section pages.
I've only ever really known awful relationships in my life and never had a decent one. I've never even been in love before which is honestly just so sad.
I'm 31, I have low grade depression and social anxiety. I live at home because inflation makes living on your own ridiculously challenging now. I don't drive, I am unemployed after they let me go from a job I was working and finding a new one is a pain in the behind in the city that I'm currently in.
I'm a genuine sweetheart who's quiet, and shy in the beginning. I'm respectful, easy to talk to, deeply understanding, I'm trustworthy, massively geeky, well mannered, polite, doesn't cheat or abuse anyone, who goes out of their way to buy flowers for the girl, write her a letter expressing my feelings for her, and genuinely celebrating a month as a win.
I've had relationships that cheated on me, used me for money, bullied me at parties they invited me to, humiliated by her room mates, dumped on a family members funeral, abused emotionally/verbally, and mentally by both her, and her parents. Had a girl break gifts I got her and leave it on my front porch. Humiliated for being "vanilla" and boring in the bedroom, and for not lasting all that long either.
I just don't understand this world anymore. 😕 I'm an average looking guy with a massive heart and yet I can never be seen as the boyfriend type or someone worth pursuing.
I've never had anyone hit on me, flirt, show any kind of interest, making the first move, actually talk and hold a conversation without the use of short one word answers in quite a while honestly. I'm so oblivious now that if a girl is being nice I just brush it off as just being polite, because I'm so use to being hurt and not treated as anything other to them
2023.06.09 08:33 ProfessionalHumor933 The Haunted Diaries stories part 1
This summer vacation rosy and her family went to their ancestral home in New Jersey their was rumors that the house was built by her ancestors for hiding their black magic in 1896 many children were went missing near the house but one day a person saw one of the people who lived their murrding 2 children and performing a spell the person ran to the village and told every people and the village people went to the house and saw blood dripping from. The house 2nd floor the killed many family members the beeged for forgiveness but the village people didn't show mercy so the family gave them a curse that no one will never come to this house if someone comes they will die so many years no one came but rosy grand father bought this home but his grand father died very soon after he bought the house he left the house to rosy but rosy didn't believe in this story he and her husband went to the house and stayed they planned to stay there for a long time but rosy husband went for a business trip so rosy was alone in the house but one day rosy heard some thing in the 2nd floor she slowly went to 2nd floor and opens the door and some energy pulls her from Bhiend and claws her throat and kills her her husband attends her funeral she was buried under the houses back yard the ghost smiles and leaves for his home killing one more person.
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2023.06.09 06:34 losipov Does the appearance of train stations indicate the map expansion is around the corner, or has this always been like this? Some screenshots of Taichung and Taipei in Taiwan are posted
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2023.06.09 06:31 Hans_vonPoopenfarten The Gebulazi Conquest of Balhurþ
The following Phoenician poetic tablet was discovered in the ruins of Old Balhurþ, depicting the razing and mass-sacrifice of a Phoencian colony under the orders of the future Gebulazi king, Grimaz Harjing in Landisgabaurþ 1966.
The fanged witch commanded the flame sacrifice
Sons of Bal’dagon burned on the coast
Wealth plundered was worthless to the hordes of wolves
Sails shredded to fuel the funeral pyre
Children now pray to their burning homes
Our seaport to never be home evermore
Fallen to wolves that come from the north
Oh Lord Bal’dagon bring us living mercy
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The fanged witch commanded the flame sacrifice
Sons of Bal’dagon burned on the coast
Wealth plundered was worthless to the hordes of wolves
Sails shredded to fuel the funeral pyre
Children now pray to their burning homes
Our seaport to never be home evermore
Fallen to wolves that come from the north
Oh Lord Bal’dagon bring us living mercy
2023.06.09 05:25 JoshAsdvgi THE RESUSCITATION OF THE ONLY DAUGHTER
 | submitted by JoshAsdvgi to Native_Stories [link] [comments] THE RESUSCITATION OF THE ONLY DAUGHTER There once lived an old couple who had an only daughter. She was a beautiful girl, and was very much courted by the young men of the tribe, but she said that she preferred single life, and to all their heart-touching tales of deep affection for her she always had one answer. That was "No." One day this maiden fell ill and day after day grew worse. All the best medicine men were called in, but their medicines were of no avail, and in two weeks from the day that she was taken ill she lay a corpse. Of course there was great mourning in the camp. They took her body several miles from camp and rolled it in fine robes and blankets, then they laid her on a scaffold which they had erected. (This was the custom of burial among the Indians). They placed four forked posts into the ground and then lashed strong poles lengthwise and across the ends and made a bed of willows and stout ash brush. This scaffold was from five to seven feet from the ground. After the funeral the parents gave away all of their horses, fine robes and blankets and all of the belongings of the dead girl. Then they cut their hair off close to their heads, and attired themselves in the poorest apparel they could secure. When a year had passed the friends and relatives of the old couple tried in vain to have them set aside their mourning. "You have mourned long enough," they would say. "Put aside your mourning and try and enjoy a few more pleasures of this life while you live. You are both growing old and can't live very many more years, so make the best of your time." The old couple would listen to their advice and then shake their heads and answer: "We have nothing to live for. Nothing we could join in would be any amusement to us, since we have lost the light of our lives." So the old couple continued their mourning for their lost idol. Two years had passed since the death of the beautiful girl, when one evening a hunter and his wife passed by the scaffold which held the dead girl. They were on their return trip and were heavily loaded down with game, and therefore could not travel very fast. About half a mile from the scaffold a clear spring burst forth from the side of a bank, and from this trickled a small stream of water, moistening the roots of the vegetation bordering its banks, and causing a growth of sweet green grass. At this spring the hunter camped and tethering his horses, at once set about helping his wife to erect the small tepee which they carried for convenience in traveling. When it became quite dark, the hunter's dogs set up a great barking and growling. "Look out and see what the dogs are barking at," said the hunter to his wife. She looked out through the door and then drew back saying: "There is the figure of a woman advancing from the direction of the girl's scaffold." "I expect it is the dead girl; let her come, and don't act as if you were afraid," said the hunter. Soon they heard footsteps advancing and the steps ceased at the door. Looking down at the lower part of the door the hunter noticed a pair of small moccasins, and knowing that it was the visitor, said: "Whoever you are, come in and have something to eat." At this invitation the figure came slowly in and sat down by the door with head covered and with a fine robe drawn tightly over the face. The woman dished up a fine supper and placing it before the visitor, said: "Eat, my friend, you must be hungry." The figure never moved, nor would it uncover to eat. "Let us turn our back towards the door and our visitor may eat the food," said the hunter. So his wife turned her back towards the visitor and made herself very busy cleaning the small pieces of meat that were hanging to the back sinews of the deer which had been killed. (This the Indians use as thread.) The hunter, filling his pipe, turned away and smoked in silence. Finally the dish was pushed back to the woman, who took it and after washing it, put it away. The figure still sat at the door, not a sound coming from it, neither was it breathing. The hunter at last said: "Are you the girl that was placed upon that scaffold two years ago?" It bowed its head two or three times in assent. "Are you going to sleep here tonight; if you are, my wife will make down a bed for you." The figure shook its head. "Are you going to come again tomorrow night to us?" It nodded assent. For three nights in succession the figure visited the hunter's camp. The third night the hunter noticed that the figure was breathing. He saw one of the hands protruding from the robe. The skin was perfectly black and was stuck fast to the bones of the hand. On seeing this the hunter arose and going over to his medicine sack which hung on a pole, took down the sack and, opening it, took out some roots and mixing them with skunk oil and vermillion, said to the figure: "If you will let us rub your face and hands with this medicine it will put new life into the skin and you will assume your complexion again and it will put flesh on you." The figure assented and the hunter rubbed the medicine on her hands and face. Then she arose and walked back to the scaffold. The next day the hunter moved camp towards the home village. That night he camped within a few miles of the village. When night came, the dogs, as usual, set up a great barking, and looking out, the wife saw the girl approaching. When the girl had entered and sat down, the hunter noticed that the girl did not keep her robe so closely together over her face. When the wife gave her something to eat, the girl reached out and took the dish, thus exposing her hands, which they at once noticed were again natural. After she had finished her meal, the hunter said: "Did my medicine help you?" She nodded assent. "Do you want my medicine rubbed all over your body?" Again she nodded. "I will mix enough to rub your entire body, and I will go outside and let my wife rub it on for you." He mixed a good supply and going out left his wife to rub the girl. When his wife had completed the task she called to her husband to come in, and when he came in he sat down and said to the girl: "Tomorrow we will reach the village. Do you want to go with us?" She shook her head. "Will you come again to our camp tomorrow night after we have camped in the village?" She nodded her head in assent. "Then do you want to see your parents?" She nodded again, and arose and disappeared into the darkness. Early the next morning the hunter broke camp and traveled far into the afternoon, when he arrived at the village. He instructed his wife to go at once and inform the old couple of what had happened. The wife did so and at sunset the old couple came to the hunter's tepee. They were invited to enter and a fine supper was served them. Soon after they had finished their supper the dogs of the camp set up a great barking. "Now she is coming, so be brave and you will soon see your lost daughter," said the hunter. Hardly had he finished speaking when she entered the tent as natural as ever she was in life. Her parents clung to her and smothered her with kisses. They wanted her to return home with them, but she would stay with the hunter who had brought her back to life, and she married him, becoming his second wife. A short time after taking the girl for his wife, the hunter joined a war party and never returned, as he was killed on the battlefield. A year after her husband's death she married again. This husband was also killed by a band of enemies whom the warriors were pursuing for stealing some of their horses. The third husband also met a similar fate to the first. He was killed on the field of battle. She was still a handsome woman at the time of the third husband's death, but never again married, as the men feared her, saying she was holy, and that any one who married her would be sure to be killed by the enemy. So she took to doctoring the sick and gained the reputation of being the most skilled doctor in the nation. She lived to a ripe old age and when she felt death approaching she had them take her to where she had rested once before, and crawling to the top of the newly erected scaffold, wrapped her blankets and robes about her, covered her face carefully, and fell into that sleep from which there is no more awakening. |
2023.06.09 04:59 uhohpickledradish Can’t stop smelling/seeing my grandfather’s decomposing corpse. How to cope? (CW: Graphic, im sorry)
I (22F) found my grandfather deceased, face down, on the floor of his bedroom two days ago—June 6th.
My mom went into his den to say hello to him and ask him how he’s feeling as he had been having problems with his heart the past couple days & feeling light headed. He didn’t answer, and because she cannot see i got up from the kitchen table and went into his den to find nothing. He just wasn’t there. I texted him and asked him where he was, because he never leaves without saying goodbye to either of us OR without his phone.
I heard his phone go off and we both figured he had just gone to the bathroom, but when i called his name, he didn’t answer. I went into his room and barely made it three steps before i found him, lying face down in the corner of his bedroom. He was blue, i could see every vein in his body, and cold/clammy to the touch. I knew he was gone as soon as i walked in but my body couldn’t process what my mind already knew, and with my mother screaming and crying in the background after i told her to call 911 i just couldn’t think clearly.
I called 911 myself, trying to take control of the situation, and they told me to begin cpr. I had to get him on his back somehow, so i unfortunately had to drag him across the floor and rock him until i eventually got him on his side enough that i could roll him over. The entire time my knees were slipping in his urine, and it took me about 3-5 minutes to get him over. And when i did, he was so swollen and a deep, dark-blue that i couldn’t recognize him. He was unrecognizable, had dried blood on his face from where he fell, his mouth was open and frozen like he had been choking and couldn’t call for help. I stopped breathing, and began compressions, and the first push felt like i had pushed down on a bag full of chips. Just the full sensation of his crushing ribs against my hands turned my brain off and i think i did 40 compressions before i realized i had to breathe for him. But then i couldn’t, and i started crying but no tears would come out and i was just making noises that sounded like crying and pushing on his chest ad blood gurgled in his throat—staring at his blue face—because i couldn’t breathe for him.
It took police and the funeral home 5 hours to get his body out of his house. I had to retell the story about 8 times, all within view of his body just lying there in a pile of his blood and pee, while my mom was locked in her room wailing with our two dogs who had no idea wtf was going on.
When he was finally gone, physically at least, they left his blood and everything in his room, and i just couldn’t deal with the cleanup so i shut his door and tried to deal with everything as neighbors showed up and everyone comforted my mom and i tried to clean the house and take care of his dog etc. but i didn’t sleep, because every time i tried i’d see his face, and i just couldn’t. the following morning i went into his room to clean up what was left and when i opened the door i was smacked with the overwhelming smell of rot and i can’t get it out of my head. Everything smells like it; the lasagna the neighbors brought over, the bread, the chicken…i have no appetite, no desire to sleep…but if i don’t do any of these things it can trigger a seizure due to my epilepsy. I know it will take time to get over this, but i need help now. My mental and physical health are BOTH at risk and i don’t know what to do or how to cope.
I recently got a new therapist because the one i’ve been seeing since i was su*vidal as a child is taking a break due to family issues, but she’s fully booked until july. i know it’s only been about 3 days when i’m posting this, but i am losing my mind.
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My mom went into his den to say hello to him and ask him how he’s feeling as he had been having problems with his heart the past couple days & feeling light headed. He didn’t answer, and because she cannot see i got up from the kitchen table and went into his den to find nothing. He just wasn’t there. I texted him and asked him where he was, because he never leaves without saying goodbye to either of us OR without his phone.
I heard his phone go off and we both figured he had just gone to the bathroom, but when i called his name, he didn’t answer. I went into his room and barely made it three steps before i found him, lying face down in the corner of his bedroom. He was blue, i could see every vein in his body, and cold/clammy to the touch. I knew he was gone as soon as i walked in but my body couldn’t process what my mind already knew, and with my mother screaming and crying in the background after i told her to call 911 i just couldn’t think clearly.
I called 911 myself, trying to take control of the situation, and they told me to begin cpr. I had to get him on his back somehow, so i unfortunately had to drag him across the floor and rock him until i eventually got him on his side enough that i could roll him over. The entire time my knees were slipping in his urine, and it took me about 3-5 minutes to get him over. And when i did, he was so swollen and a deep, dark-blue that i couldn’t recognize him. He was unrecognizable, had dried blood on his face from where he fell, his mouth was open and frozen like he had been choking and couldn’t call for help. I stopped breathing, and began compressions, and the first push felt like i had pushed down on a bag full of chips. Just the full sensation of his crushing ribs against my hands turned my brain off and i think i did 40 compressions before i realized i had to breathe for him. But then i couldn’t, and i started crying but no tears would come out and i was just making noises that sounded like crying and pushing on his chest ad blood gurgled in his throat—staring at his blue face—because i couldn’t breathe for him.
It took police and the funeral home 5 hours to get his body out of his house. I had to retell the story about 8 times, all within view of his body just lying there in a pile of his blood and pee, while my mom was locked in her room wailing with our two dogs who had no idea wtf was going on.
When he was finally gone, physically at least, they left his blood and everything in his room, and i just couldn’t deal with the cleanup so i shut his door and tried to deal with everything as neighbors showed up and everyone comforted my mom and i tried to clean the house and take care of his dog etc. but i didn’t sleep, because every time i tried i’d see his face, and i just couldn’t. the following morning i went into his room to clean up what was left and when i opened the door i was smacked with the overwhelming smell of rot and i can’t get it out of my head. Everything smells like it; the lasagna the neighbors brought over, the bread, the chicken…i have no appetite, no desire to sleep…but if i don’t do any of these things it can trigger a seizure due to my epilepsy. I know it will take time to get over this, but i need help now. My mental and physical health are BOTH at risk and i don’t know what to do or how to cope.
I recently got a new therapist because the one i’ve been seeing since i was su*vidal as a child is taking a break due to family issues, but she’s fully booked until july. i know it’s only been about 3 days when i’m posting this, but i am losing my mind.
2023.06.09 04:23 rheise311 Looking for suggestions on cycling destinations / routes on my (USA) summer road trip
I will have about a week on my own to leisurely make my way from Savannah, GA back home to Maine, and will have my road bike with me. I will likely take a route along the lines of:
Day 1: Savannah, GA to Charlotte, NC Day 2: Charlotte, NC to Norfolk, VA Day 3: Norfolk, VA to Yardley, PA Day 4: Yardley, PA to Hartford, CT Day 5: Hartford, CT to Portland, ME
I was thinking I'd try to get in rides in the Savannah area on Day 1 before I leave, and then something in the Winston-Salem and/or Raleigh-Durham area on Day 2, and along the Delaware coast (Dewey Beach area?) Day 3. I have ridden around Yardley before and like the area. I have not ridden in the Hartford / neighboring suburbs much, but have driven lots of it.
My question is, if I'm going along this route (ish) are there any must-ride areas for scenic / iconic / enjoyable rides? Please let me know any / all thoughts!
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Day 1: Savannah, GA to Charlotte, NC Day 2: Charlotte, NC to Norfolk, VA Day 3: Norfolk, VA to Yardley, PA Day 4: Yardley, PA to Hartford, CT Day 5: Hartford, CT to Portland, ME
I was thinking I'd try to get in rides in the Savannah area on Day 1 before I leave, and then something in the Winston-Salem and/or Raleigh-Durham area on Day 2, and along the Delaware coast (Dewey Beach area?) Day 3. I have ridden around Yardley before and like the area. I have not ridden in the Hartford / neighboring suburbs much, but have driven lots of it.
My question is, if I'm going along this route (ish) are there any must-ride areas for scenic / iconic / enjoyable rides? Please let me know any / all thoughts!
2023.06.09 04:14 187gvrrick help: 22y/o Want to join HBAC union GA
This is gonna be all over the place, i hope this is the place to post. I want to know if a union is right for me , currently i’m a server i don’t have any parental help and have been on my own since 16. I rent right now but plan to put down on a home a year from now, so i to be able to support that and im stressing about what to do. i love hands on work and i’ve been told repeatedly that HVAC is the way to go and on other occasions i’ve heard union this union that. i’m looking at “local 72” , but how has your experience been with a union specifically in GA? How was starting out financially through it? Really want to get a kick on my life as i’ve been sober for a couple years and want to keep my life moving on the right track. thankyou in advance for any help/ advice given.
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2023.06.09 04:13 enfueggo OC Fair motor home demolition derby: How early do you need to get in line for GA seating?
Been to a few car demolition derbies at the fair but always bought seats ahead of time. Always wanted to see the motorhome one but looks like I'm too late again and there only a handful of single seats left https://ocfair.com/actionsportarena/motorhome-madness-demolition-derby/ Wed: https://www.ticketmaster.com/motorhome-madness-demolition-derby-costa-mesa-california-07-26-2023/event/0B005E57A0F120DB
For anybody who has actually gotten free general admissions seats for the motorhome derby, how early did you get in line? Or how early did you get there and you were too late?
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For anybody who has actually gotten free general admissions seats for the motorhome derby, how early did you get in line? Or how early did you get there and you were too late?
2023.06.09 04:11 187gvrrick 22y/o thinking about union GA
This is gonna be all over the place. I want to know if a union is right for me , currently i’m a server i don’t have any parental help and have been on my own since 16. I rent right now but plan to put down on a home a year from now, so i to be able to support that and im stressing about what to do. i love hands on work and i’ve been told repeatedly that HVAC is the way to go and on other occasions i’ve heard union this union that. i’m looking at “local 72” , but how has your experience been with a union specifically in GA? How was starting out financially through it? Really want to get a kick on my life as i’ve been sober for a couple years and want to keep my life moving on the right track. thankyou in advance for any help/ advice given.
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2023.06.09 03:49 FJWTH How should I tell my family that I'm upset they didn't call on my birthday
Important context: there is a significant time difference (9hrs) between where I and they live
So this is my first birthday since our mum died (about 9mths ago), and was preparing for it to be a difficult day which it turned out not to be. I was excited to speak to them, and my neices and nephews, and had even not rang them in the week before thinking I'd just speak to them on Sunday. Since I came back from visiting home for the funeral etc I resolved to be more in contact with everyone and feel like I've honoured that commitment. Everybody sent a happy birthday text in the group chat at around 5pm my time (8am theirs) but only one of my siblings called. I understand people have busy lives and children and whatnot but I don't think they even thought to call, didn't message to arrange a time etc. It broke my heart a bit because mum would think to and remember to call, and by extension I would get to talk to dad too. Everyone's Grieving Here, and there's myriad acceptable reasons for why they didn't call, but I'm still upset about it three weeks later and feel it's important to express how it made me feel. This is not just to share my feelings but also if nothing changes, nothing changes and no-one is going to try and make more of an effort in future if they don't know I need it. So to the problem: how do I say I wish they had called without making them upset / feel guilty? I'm super non-confrontational, and honestly my go-to when things like this happened in the past is to be upset privately, not say anything and eventually let it go. Obviously this is not the ideal solution, but I can't work out how to approach it. I'm already avoiding calling them because I feel anxious about either bringing it up or having a conversation where I don't bring it up, so my worry is we'll drift apart more if I don't resolve it.
Big Emotionally-Capable-Brained people of Reddit, please help my sad-baby-lizard-brain work out what to do
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So this is my first birthday since our mum died (about 9mths ago), and was preparing for it to be a difficult day which it turned out not to be. I was excited to speak to them, and my neices and nephews, and had even not rang them in the week before thinking I'd just speak to them on Sunday. Since I came back from visiting home for the funeral etc I resolved to be more in contact with everyone and feel like I've honoured that commitment. Everybody sent a happy birthday text in the group chat at around 5pm my time (8am theirs) but only one of my siblings called. I understand people have busy lives and children and whatnot but I don't think they even thought to call, didn't message to arrange a time etc. It broke my heart a bit because mum would think to and remember to call, and by extension I would get to talk to dad too. Everyone's Grieving Here, and there's myriad acceptable reasons for why they didn't call, but I'm still upset about it three weeks later and feel it's important to express how it made me feel. This is not just to share my feelings but also if nothing changes, nothing changes and no-one is going to try and make more of an effort in future if they don't know I need it. So to the problem: how do I say I wish they had called without making them upset / feel guilty? I'm super non-confrontational, and honestly my go-to when things like this happened in the past is to be upset privately, not say anything and eventually let it go. Obviously this is not the ideal solution, but I can't work out how to approach it. I'm already avoiding calling them because I feel anxious about either bringing it up or having a conversation where I don't bring it up, so my worry is we'll drift apart more if I don't resolve it.
Big Emotionally-Capable-Brained people of Reddit, please help my sad-baby-lizard-brain work out what to do
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2023.06.09 03:19 ShawnaLanne Yes: Tim is a Manipulative Dirtbag, But Rachel is a 28 Year Old Woman and Made Plenty of Bad Decisions All on Her Own
I don't know where all of this sudden sympathy for the home wrecker is coming from but Rachel made plenty of her own choices to be cruel throughout the affair and was the most animated at those times of cruelty to the other women. She got off on them. Yes, she's in a bad spot now. Yes, tweedle dumb clearly manipulated her - but she was also the person who went to Ariana and pumped her for info about her and Scummy's sex life and tried to get her to break up with him. She's also the person who went ahead and made out with Schwartz after Katie and her mom essentially begged her not to. She's the one who taunted Lala about not having a boyfriend because she'd "steal" him too. She's the one who fucked another woman's boyfriend in their house while that woman was at a funeral. Who (according to her - I think it was much earlier) got with him when Ariana's dog died. Rachel is NOT THE INNOCENT VICTIM in this scenario. Rachel is the architect of her own downfall as much as Scummy was.
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2023.06.09 03:06 Own-Heart-7217 Potential Matches UP-10604 Marietta, Georgia to MP-12599 Belinda Norred or MP-58311 Cindy Winn Powers
 | submitted by Own-Heart-7217 to gratefuldoe [link] [comments] Belinda Belinda Marietta, GA. Doe For Reference- Belinda Frances Norred – The Charley Project The UP was found in June, 1993. Belinda went missing 8/6/92 I believe the entire face "fits". In particular her cheeks. I have the same cheeks. Whatever physical markers the UP was able to give are similar to Belinda's. Belinda's truck was found in a Macon shopping center parking lot. Probably, not far from the UP. I don't have the address of the shopping center to verify this. Oddly the Namus listing on Belinda gives shoes and jewelry description but no clothing description. The UP description of the body has clothing and a pair of beaded inexpensive earrings, but no shoes, other jewelry or purse. The boyfriend was seen with some of Belinda's jewelry she always wore. He pawned the jewelry and was in possession of a gun Belinda carried in her purse. If her boyfriend was the last to see her, he described her jewelry & shoes which was what he took. Why did he not remember her clothing?Dentals- I have nothing to compare. It is a 20 minute drive (about 13 miles) to the mobile home park where Belinda lived to where the body was found. The UP, was located 5.8 miles from where her boyfriend had his listed address. All online articles from the Macon Telegraph regarding this case have been removed. Her boyfriend died in 2013. What I found odd was how close the UP & MP were geographically, and it has not been ruled out. I did submit this to the Namus representative and also sent an email to the sheriff. I heard back from the Namus rep representative: "Thank you for your submissions, we appreciate your time and support. NamUs staff will review the submitted information. Please note, identification and exclusions are only made and/or confirmed by investigating agencies. The results of comparisons may or may not be made available to the public for investigatory reasons." Unidentified Person Case (namus.gov) #10604 Missing Person Case (namus.gov) Belinda's Namus #2 I have a backup or what I would consider a second place. She was also located close to the UP and has not been ruled out. I informed the same people. (A while you were at it type of thing.) MP-58311 Cindy Win Power She went missing 34 minutes away from where the body was found (24 miles away) on New Year's Day 1989. She also matches the physical characteristics of UP-10604. Cindy Cindy UP again so you don't need to go back to the top. From the photo, she likes halter tops like the UP. I think her cheeks are also pronounced like Belinda and the UP. She has not been compared. UP-10604, Belinda nor Cindy have comparisons on Namus or any other sites known to me. Unidentified Person Case (namus.gov) #10604 Missing Person Case (namus.gov) Cindy Namus ETA PMI of UP is not stated. |
2023.06.09 01:55 NeatSuspect2435 1953 Topps, Jackie Robinson
 | Walked into my LCS and decided to take a plunge in on of my grails. She’s beat up but man is she pretty!!! submitted by NeatSuspect2435 to baseballcards [link] [comments] |