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2023.05.31 22:39 Designer_Earth4201 Apartment and job advice?

How much of the rent should I 21f save up before moving into an apartment? I live in Fl have two kids a 7 month old and a 2 year old, I don’t have good credit it’s 460,I left my id at my exes (a new one comes in 6 days) and I don’t have my drivers license ( I’ve driven a few times with my permit but don’t know how to park.
I don’t how long daycare could watch them because I haven’t looked at any yet and there’s nobody outside of daycare to watch them. Apartments range from 1,290-1,606 and I would be getting paid $16-$17 an hour.
My job is going to be in healthcare. Depending on the job I select/get (patient care technician,phlebotomist,Certified nurse assistant or emt) I could work either 8,12,or 24 hour shifts. If I’m a cna that 3 12 hour shifts. My step mom said It should take 6 months for me to save up for a place so I’m assuming that’s when she wants us out. I left an abusive relationship with my kids hence why we’re here.
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2023.05.31 21:56 TigersBot The Tigers defeated the Rangers by a score of 3-2 - Wed, May 31 @ 01:10 PM EDT

Rangers @ Tigers - Wed, May 31

Game Status: Final - Score: 3-2 Tigers

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Rangers Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Semien - 2B 4 0 1 0 1 0 4 .295 .366 .485
2 Seager - DH 5 0 2 0 0 1 2 .319 .380 .564
3 Lowe, N - 1B 5 0 2 1 0 2 3 .277 .355 .427
4 García, Ad - RF 4 0 1 0 0 3 2 .257 .319 .505
5 Jung - 3B 4 1 2 0 0 0 3 .295 .341 .531
6 Heim - C 4 0 1 1 0 0 1 .282 .337 .448
7 Taveras - CF 4 0 1 0 0 0 1 .309 .366 .443
8 Smith, J - SS 3 0 0 0 1 1 1 .211 .360 .344
9 Thompson, B - LF 2 0 1 0 0 1 0 .170 .237 .283
a-Grossman - LF 1 1 0 0 1 1 0 .240 .316 .380
Totals 36 2 11 2 3 9 17
Rangers
a-Walked for Thompson, B in the 7th.
BATTING: 2B: García, Ad (9, Wentz); Semien (15, Wentz); Jung (11, Wentz). 3B: Taveras (2, Foley). TB: García, Ad 2; Heim; Jung 3; Lowe, N 2; Seager 2; Semien 2; Taveras 3; Thompson, B. RBI: Heim (39); Lowe, N (31). 2-out RBI: Lowe, N. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Jung 2; Lowe, N 2; Semien 2; Smith, J. GIDP: Heim. Team RISP: 3-for-10. Team LOB: 10.
FIELDING: E: Smith, J (5, throw).
Tigers Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 McKinstry - RF 5 1 1 0 0 1 3 .288 .400 .432
2 Baddoo - LF 3 0 1 0 0 0 0 .262 .366 .393
a-Haase - LF 1 0 0 0 0 0 2 .229 .292 .307
3 Báez, J - SS 4 0 1 1 0 0 1 .225 .271 .310
4 Torkelson - 1B 4 0 2 0 0 1 1 .237 .319 .364
5 Maton, N - 2B 2 1 1 0 1 1 0 .167 .293 .319
b-Schoop, J - 3B 1 0 0 0 0 1 1 .214 .290 .274
6 Nevin - DH 4 1 2 0 0 1 3 .143 .242 .250
7 Short - 2B 4 0 1 0 0 1 3 .302 .388 .535
8 Rogers - C 3 0 0 1 0 2 1 .156 .255 .385
9 Marisnick - CF 4 0 2 1 0 1 0 .333 .333 .333
Totals 35 3 11 3 1 9 15
Tigers
a-Flied out for Baddoo in the 6th. b-Struck out for Maton, N in the 7th.
BATTING: 2B: Báez, J (8, Dunning). TB: Baddoo; Báez, J 2; Marisnick 2; Maton, N; McKinstry; Nevin 2; Short; Torkelson 2. RBI: Báez, J (27); Marisnick (1); Rogers (16). Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Torkelson; Rogers; Haase 2; Short; Nevin 2. SF: Rogers. Team RISP: 2-for-9. Team LOB: 10.
FIELDING: Outfield assists: McKinstry (Seager at 2nd base). DP: (Short-Báez, J-Torkelson).
Rangers Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Dunning (L, 4-1) 5.0 7 3 3 1 6 0 98-68 2.06
Hernández, J 0.1 2 0 0 0 0 0 6-6 5.57
Burke 1.2 2 0 0 0 2 0 33-23 3.13
Leclerc 1.0 0 0 0 0 1 0 11-7 3.31
Totals 8.0 11 3 3 1 9 0
Tigers Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Wentz 4.1 7 1 1 1 5 0 82-50 7.28
Vest (W, 2-0) 1.2 0 0 0 0 1 0 19-11 2.84
Shreve (H, 7) 0.2 2 1 1 1 0 0 20-10 4.95
Foley (H, 10) 1.1 2 0 0 0 1 0 22-14 1.57
Lange (S, 10) 1.0 0 0 0 1 2 0 21-11 1.16
Totals 9.0 11 2 2 3 9 0
Game Info
Pitches-strikes: Dunning 98-68; Hernández, J 6-6; Burke 33-23; Leclerc 11-7; Wentz 82-50; Vest 19-11; Shreve 20-10; Foley 22-14; Lange 21-11.
Groundouts-flyouts: Dunning 5-2; Hernández, J 0-0; Burke 0-3; Leclerc 1-1; Wentz 2-2; Vest 2-2; Shreve 0-0; Foley 2-0; Lange 1-0.
Batters faced: Dunning 24; Hernández, J 3; Burke 7; Leclerc 3; Wentz 21; Vest 5; Shreve 4; Foley 5; Lange 4.
Inherited runners-scored: Hernández, J 2-2; Burke 2-0; Vest 1-0; Foley 1-0.
Umpires: HP: Chad Fairchild. 1B: Nic Lentz. 2B: Charlie Ramos. 3B: Jeremie Rehak.
Weather: 85 degrees, Sunny.
Wind: 8 mph, In From CF.
First pitch: 1:10 PM.
T: 2:44.
Att: 20,968.
Venue: Comerica Park.
May 31, 2023
Inning Scoring Play Score
Bottom 3 Javier Baez grounds into a force out, third baseman Josh Jung to second baseman Marcus Semien. Zach McKinstry scores. Akil Baddoo out at 2nd. Javier Baez to 1st. 1-0 DET
Top 4 Jonah Heim singles on a line drive to center fielder Jake Marisnick. Josh Jung scores. Jonah Heim to 2nd. 1-1
Bottom 6 Jake Rogers out on a sacrifice fly to center fielder Leody Taveras. Nick Maton scores. Tyler Nevin to 3rd. 2-1 DET
Bottom 6 Jake Marisnick singles on a ground ball to right fielder Adolis Garcia. Tyler Nevin scores. Zack Short to 2nd. 3-1 DET
Top 7 Nathaniel Lowe singles on a ground ball to center fielder Jake Marisnick. Robbie Grossman scores. 3-2 DET
Team Highlight
DET Bullpen availability for Detroit, May 31 vs Rangers (00:00:07)
TEX Bullpen availability for Texas, May 31 vs Tigers (00:00:07)
TEX Fielding alignment for Texas, May 31 vs Tigers (00:00:11)
DET Fielding alignment for Detroit, May 31 vs Rangers (00:00:11)
DET Starting lineups for Rangers at Tigers - May 31, 2023 (00:00:09)
TEX Dane Dunning's outing against the Tigers (00:00:25)
TEX Josh Smith's barehanded play (00:00:15)
DET Tigers score on fielder's choice (00:00:45)
TEX Jonah Heim's RBI single (00:00:17)
DET Wentz strikes out Lowe (00:00:07)
DET Jake Rogers' sacrifice fly (00:00:22)
DET Jake Marisnick's RBI single (00:00:15)
TEX Dane Dunning K's six (00:00:59)
DET Zach McKinstry's strong throw (00:00:23)
TEX Nathaniel Lowe's RBI single (00:00:25)
DET Alex Lange earns the save (00:00:16)
DET Zack Short's diving play (00:00:24)
DET Marisnick on his Tigers debut (00:01:29)
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R H E LOB
Rangers 0 0 0 1 0 0 1 0 0 2 11 1 10
Tigers 0 0 1 0 0 2 0 0 3 11 0 10

Decisions

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2023.05.31 17:54 SchlesingerMindy323 [HIRING] 25 Jobs in KS Hiring Now!

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2023.05.31 17:43 m80mike I Was a Foreman at the Grazer Tower Demolition

Summary: A demolition firm struggles to take down a damaged building for their mysterious clients
I Was a Foreman at the Grazer Tower Demolition
By now Grazer Tower has faded as a household name but to some the rumors and madness surrounding it refuse to die. The demolition of the massive three hundred twenty foot octagonal hotel left a gap in the Atlanta skyline but little fondness in anyone's hearts. I have no particular first hand insight into the freak lightning strikes on the 30th floor atrium which killed 13 people but I am willing to tell my side of the story about the demolition effort leading to the botched implosion. I tell this as a full, open, and honest disclosure. The legal maneuvering and ink has dried, all of the dead are buried, and all the bleeding stopped. The scars remain, the pain persists, the things I saw there are burned in my head even after they've been discredited into the conspiracy theory woodwork of the internet. The lightning storm struck on a Sunday afternoon and the next day for all we knew the bodies were still warm when a lawyer representing the owners of Grazer Tower entered our corporate office. I look back on it now with open and clear eyes and realize it was all very strange from the start when my Lead Foreman, Tom, and I were called into the meeting in progress.
The lawyer and now our client, looked like a fairly normal man in his mid thirties aside from his impeccably white suit which was ironed to the point of looking like stone rather than cloth. Beside the white suit his lips were an uncomfortable maroon and glossy. Besides this he spoke in a plain, clear, and disarming manner refraining from legalese and maintaining a firm but not imposing eye contract with whomever he was speaking directly to.
He told us in no uncertain terms he was instructed to contract with our firm to take down his client's building. Tom and I were shocked when we heard this after all, the lightning disaster, while tragic and perhaps undeservedly tarnishing in the short term to the Grazer Hotel's reputation, did not render the structure unusable nor unsafe to its surroundings. The worst damage was that the steel dome of the 30th floor atrium had collapsed into the vaulted restaurant and ballroom of the 29th floor but that's where the structure damage started and ended, in fact aside from the 28th, 29th, and 30th floor, city engineers working overnight already declared the building sound. So while perhaps still time consuming and costly, repairing the building was definitely possible and cost effective but owners, to make an analogy, were basically insisting on totaling a car after a minor parking lot fender bender. They gave us a specific date by which the building needed to be taken down. When our Boss, Jim, rebuffed the lawyer, not only because the date was challenging and soon but also because it was possible we could have it dropped BEFORE the date specified. The lawyer insisted the building go down on the date given – not later and not earlier. Jim swallowed hard and then glanced at Tom and I. Then the lawyer involved the name of the head of the owner's group, a Mr. Rohmer.
Mr. Rohmer, according to the lawyer, was offering our firm one hundred percent of the cost upfront and another twenty perfect of the total cost plus any overruns – stating if the implosion came early or late, it would mean all very little – no, that's no a typo, that's how the lawyer phrased it from his client, Mr. Rohmer. With that detail out of the way, you can see how the car totaling analogy breaks down considering the owners did not stand to profit from it's demolition – in fact quite the opposite.
The lawyer chuckled a bit to break the tension. He explained his clients and Mr. Rohmer in particular were an unorthodox bunch and then even insisted he wear the white suit in any of their dealings. The lawyer produced a tablet PC from his messenger bag and leveled it to Jim. On the tablet was all the banking confirmation codes ready to go for a direct deposit into our firms account alongside a contract. Jim seemed to hiccup or belch in excitement as he hurried around the short side of his desk to sign it since his stubby t-rex arms could not reach across his desk.
The firm was committed, we were committed – I was committed and I started to mentally cramp up over the challenges we all faced. The Grazer Hotel was in the middle of a dense urban grid. It had to be precise drop with virtually no margin for error. Jim poured us a dram of scotch from the bottle hidden under his desk. None of us a second thought about Rohmer's cryptic remark – after all, how often did you get a one hundred twenty perfect no-bid contract walk in off the street, out of the blue?
A combination of exhilaration over the money and anxiety over the work load kept us all from sleeping that night. Jim and Tom ended up going out and having a wild night to celebrate while I went home to mentally prepare not only myself but also my wife and kids. As a family they were staring down a month and a half of late nights and weekends with no dad. My wife was frustrated until I told her about the bonus and then she said she'd fill the lonely time making plans to send the kids to Disney World and then find a place for us to spend alone together. The promise of a much needed vacation after this only super charged the butterflies in my stomach further in anticipation of this challenging season ending.
As the assistant foreman I had office and on-site duties. Most of it was coordinating between the two. This included personnel, setting up site security – including guards and cameras to keep urban explorers and vagrants of out the dangerous site and satisfy OSHA hazardous work place safety requirements. The most challenging duty was site prep which included disposal of furnishings, removal of windows and other flourishes of the structure's facade which could become deadly shrapnel during an implosion. Fortunately, despite all of this, the nagging questions about permits and clean-up contracts were already handled by the lawyer. Rohmer's group also waived any rights to furnishings which means they could be unceremoniously hauled out in any way we chose to and disposed of.
Now I suppose some of these things should have came as red flags to me – or at least some one in the company but we all justified it as the group must have connects and short cuts to permits and it was a relatively new building, only about twenty years old in fact and furnishings – whether old or new probably weren't of any antique or sentimental value. All in all these were blessings since they freed our hands a bit and made a near impossible deadline more possible.
Of course the good news came with some bad news. The city engineers forbade us from working at the 28th, 29th, and 30th floors – unless we brought in a separate crew to stabilize those levels first. This was quite the fly in the ointment for the controlled implosion plan we sketched out. The 30th floor wasn't as much of a problem but the 29th floor ballroom and the weakening of the 28th floor meant we can't inspect for how compromised they were by the steel atrium dome. For all we knew if we blew the 27th floor on down the dome could shift and topple over the top three floors outside of the implosion safe zone, imperiling people and nearby structures.
I raised holy hell about it while Tom stood calm. It could take months to stabilize and clear those floors and far more money than I thought our eccentric client would pay in overruns. Jim waved me off mid sentence and simply told me he'd take care of it. That was good enough for Tom so it had to be good enough for me. I went back to my job – securing site and planning drop.
Although we had a problem with the top floor our saving grace lie in the basements. It had a three story subterranean parking garage, a basement level pool, and a utility sub-basement. We could easily smash the first ten or twelve floors into that deep footprint. Also the utility sub-basement gave us a clean cut off from the grid and a fairly convenient way to protect the surrounding grid without interruption. Still, at least part of our team would take have to take three weeks out of our six and change to handle the utilities.
The first week was hectic, they always were but we hit no major snags. By the end of it were on schedule and all of the parts were coming together. We thought maybe, just maybe, we were well on our way to an early Christmas bonus but nothing could prepare us for what was coming.
If you work on a site long enough and work anywhere on the site security reporting chain you're bound to get a few questionable reports from your night guys. Let's face it, for folks who are wake all night five or six nights a week poking around with flashlights chasing shadows, every building every where is haunted. I've been on the site security chain for thirteen years so it was easy for me to dismiss reports from the night guys about unusual glows on gutted floors and stairwells, elevators which moved on their own with no one calling for them or inside when they opened on a random floor, or the security cameras and cellphones constantly going offline on the 27th floor and the utility sub-basement.
I wasn't convinced anything of concern was going on until I got called on site by the test drilling team. This team was responsible for sampling the support materials to determine where it was best to place the explosives and what explosives would be best to use. They reported the interior supports were designed in an unusual way with a honey comb of unorthodox metals and concrete not reported on the building's records or blueprints. Specifically, they reported the concrete was impregnated by some kind of metal veins which gave off a bright shimmer. I was asked to come identify it but they claimed it disappeared by the time I arrived.
I was irate at the team and their supervisor for having me to come on down on site for something that sounded so wrong to begin with. They showed me a grainy cellphone video and told me they would swear on a stack of Bibles the sparkling compound welled up in the test coring like mercury, turned blood red and bled on the floor before disappearing into the torn up carpet. I chastised them for making this up and threatened to get new sub contractors if they kept wasting my time. I spoke with a separate sample team on the lower levels and they too discovered some unusual metal compositions – ones which were different then the ones found the top floors. One of the engineers speculated that the contrast in metals between the top and bottom floors could be cause the building to hold an electrical charge, like a battery or like a capacitor. Either way, the engineer said it would require more explosives than initially thought to take down the structure.
A couple of weeks later we were painfully behind – glass removal in particular was going slow because those contractors claimed they were constantly losing their toys. They also claimed one night to have cleared the top five floors on the east side of all their glass – only for all the windows to appear fully intact the next morning. I was forced to end their sub contract due to misrepresentation of work accomplished.
The glass wasn't the only thing slowing us down. The wire and plumbing removal was hindered by the wires somehow were fused to the pipes and in some places, the pipes were fused to the load-bearing members – we thought maybe it was due to the lightning strikes but that really didn't make sense since all of the wiring and plumbing otherwise seemed to work fine before we turned off the utilities. The only thing going for us was the helicopter loophole. Instead of accessing the 30th floor through the condemned floors we were able to get work teams on the atrium floor by helicopter. The bodies of the 13 were removed before we started working and before the atrium fully collapsed into the ballroom but the teams working on the roof reported many unusual artifacts including stained glass and Greek letters comprised of unusual amalgams of metal.
All of the strangeness culminated in the disappearance of one of the night time security guards named Phillipe. I say disappear because his girlfriend filed a missing persons report with the police and when they came to investigate Tom was busy with the atrium operations so the job fell to me. I walked the investigator through guard's smart phone filed reports from the previous evenings. Admittedly I was behind on my end approving the reports so I was embarrassed when things in the report took a turn. His reports including the same odd glows the others were reporting in the stairwells and seeing metallic veins throb on the walls.
His last reports stuck in my head: Report: Sub-basement 4 clear, 0312. Report: Sub-basement 5 clear, 0305. Report: Sub-basement 6 clear 0237.
His “all clear” reports documented levels of the building which did not exist and the further he went into the areas which did not exist, the automatic timestamps went backwards in time. It made no sense – unless he was confused as to where he was due to intoxication and there was software glitch with the timestamps. I was forced to give the investigator no firm explanation.
It's easy to write off a high security guard – they're flaky by their nature and have plenty of reasons to ghost a part time gig and even to pull prank on their final reports. I almost wrote it all off until I saw his girlfriend – apparently his fiance, handing out missing persons fliers outside of the site gate one morning. She seemed absolutely heartbroken and I got stabbed in the gut thinking maybe this wasn't a ghosting and prank after all. Seeing is believing and the next week I started to believe. Tom was finishing up on the atrium level. We used some heavy lift choppers to remove the rest of the frame and glass. Now we could get a better look into the section which collapsed into the 29th floor. We started by using a series of video drones to investigate the melted twisted dome through the collapsed roof. We quickly learned that the drones were being interfered with as their feed would cut out or their batteries would die almost immediately upon entering the ballroom.
So, we had to cut some corners, against city regulations, we let Tom and two others rappel in from the roof on secured anchored lines with helicopter over watch support. We needed to do this because we needed make sure that collapsed wreckage would not move and potentially change the implosion direction. Tom got twisted in his gear as he tried to lean into one of the holes in the roof. He slipped and fell in, disappearing from sight. We frantically radioed for Tom as the other two workers abandoned their own attempts to peer in and scrambled to Tom's aid. Tom was pulled out of the section uninjured but he appeared to be in shock, he looked wild eyed and shook as he was put on the helicopter and lowered back to ground level. Within minutes, Jim called us back to the office to discuss the near miss.
Two weeks to go and week behind, a missing guard, and now a near fatal accident. That for Jim, was the last straw. Tom and I had run out the rope Jim gave us to hang ourselves with. Jim slammed his hand on his desk as he catastrophized, red in the face, nearly breathless, he yelled we could very well kiss that twenty percent goodbye with the way things are going. He pressured Tom to go on the record after his dip into the structure that the atrium debris ball in the ballroom posed no threat to the implosion. Tom was elsewhere. He stared off in a thousand yard stare before replying to Jim that it posed no threat. Then Tom headed for the door. Jim screamed at him that he wasn't done chew us out but Tom only said he had to get back to it. I supported Tom and followed him. He and I headed back to the site to secure the night shift changes – another night not at home and having a late dinner.
I asked Tom in the car ride back what he saw in there. Tom was fixed in a trance and barely responded. He said it was wild. When we got back to the site, Tom separated from me through the gate while I strolled across the street to grab us some dinner from a street vendor. As I stood around waiting for two gyros and two cokes I could help but be mesmerized by the gutted tower. It seemed to breath in the spotlights inhaling puffs of the dust and dirt on the site and then exhaling it. A faint glow, barely perceivable against the light pollution, seemed to brighten, dim, and fade from the upper floors with each of the building's breaths. I was transfixed on it and it was the first time the building gave me an eerie feeling.
I got back on the site, food in hand, there was a buzz in their air as the night shift streamed in and the day shift streamed out. I barely had my hardhat seated corrected on my head when the site's emergency alarm blew. The interim foreman tossed me a radio as I was swept with him and our site occupational safety and emergency personnel to the basement.
Our increasingly panicked footfalls blotted out the squawk of the radios but I could hear one name again and again in the equally panicked messages – Tom Tom Tom. Whatever was happening was happening to Tom.
We reached the pool level and a trail of gasps proceeded me into the pool. There was Tom in his vest and hardhat face down in the middle of the pool with crimson oozing out him into the cerulean tiles lining the drained pool. We piled in from the ladders and shallow end to get to him. It was apparent when the first folks reached him that he was dead. They hauled him out on a stretcher and to our shock he looked like he had been dead for much longer than possible and his skin was water logged despite there being no water. He had died of fall trauma possibly despite the pool only being six feet deep. The paramedics also claimed he had water in his lungs. Then I noticed he was wearing his rappelling harness weaved in his vest – but that made no sense – he took it and his vest off when we were getting chewed out by Jim. Why would he put his rappelling gear on again.
I was the assistant foreman no more. Now the buck stopped with me. As they took Tom to the morgue we all knew the show must go on – our client demanded it, Jim demanded it and Tom would have wanted it that way. The same police investigator from the guard's disappearance met with me over Tom's death. They said it was standard procedure with work place deaths. I gave him a copy of the footage on an SD card and left the moment after it left my hand.
I had the recording queued up to the time of the commotion. The video we provided had a poor angle and was focused on the door to monitor access – the comings and goings of people. It was shift change so people were filing in and out Tom was somewhere in the crowd. The pool was one of the areas which required both foot patrols and constant video monitoring. I hit the rewind button on accident and watched his body lie there and lie there and then the timestamp sped past the 1900 hour mark. We were in traffic from meeting with Jim at that time. This was impossible but I kept my finger on the rewind button. Around 1400 the camera shakes a bit and there is slight glow reflecting on the doors so I let it play back to the shake. There is a soft green glow and then could hear a heft thud in the room. I gulped knowing that was Tom falling into the pool around the same time he fell into the hole in the roof. The soft glow turned brighter and brighter like a laser shining into the lens – something that wasn't present on the rewind. There was a flash of an incomprehensible shape or form on the screen. I was physically hurt in my eyes like I had just stared into the sun. I was left dazed with the shaped burned into my eyes with each blink. Then the camera system shorted out and a tiny puff of smoke left the memory module. The cameras blinked off wall to wall, the whole system was dead.
With the cameras fried, regulations required someone high in the company to be on site or we'd have to leave for the night. So I stayed knowing we couldn't afford to lose an hour much less an entire night. I circled the pool between approving payrolls and directing the increased security guard traffic required to monitor more areas. I was thinking about what I would say at Tom's funeral. I was thinking about Tom's family and what they would think about his apparent suicide.
I was forced to patrol the rest of the sub-basements as well since most of the guards were at the site perimeters or higher levels. I would have to follow paths of Phillipe, the disappeared guard, and all of the other guards who had mismatched timestamps on their increasingly strange reports. If not for today's incident and the recording of Tom's death, I would have stood fast to the idea that these reports were the product of night jitters and drugs but now, no.
I gritted my teeth as I exited the pool area to patrol the lower levels. I hated this building I muttered to myself. I couldn't wait to see it all rumble. I thought about which part I'd like to keep from the site to place in Tom's casket – then I realized it probably wasn't going to be an open casket funeral. I was lost in my thoughts and hatred for the building as I roamed through the parking garage into the utilities basement. I lost track of where I was as I weaved down stairwells.
I shown my flashlight on the wall and the floor level sign said “Sub-basement 999”. I stopped cold in my tracks. I was hoping it was a prank but I knew it was no prank. Then I thought maybe I'd have some answers. Maybe I would finally see what all the strangeness was about. But then I freaked out about Phillipe's disappearance and turned to run back up the stairwell. I ran up four levels to what I thought was the lobby and I pushed the door open.
My jaw hit the floor when I saw a black and white galaxy – the stars were black and the space was white with gradations of gray. The whole room was just white outer space and the whole universe swirled fast counter clockwise. I tried to breath and when I did the galaxy shrunk before my eyes until it was the size of a tiny of marble and then even smaller to a speck of dust. I reached out as it floated towards me. I stared at the speck in a cold sweat. As I stared, I was looking deeper and deeper into impossible detail. In the dust I found the milky way galaxy, I found our solar system, I found Earth and then I found North America, and then I found myself back in the pool room dripping in sweat.
Time seemed to skip and space was malleable in that hotel. As we approached the deadline to drop it, some jobs which would take hours took days and some jobs which would take days took minutes. The anomalies seemed to swarm tonight and day and yet we pressed on. Tom was buried and I couldn't go.
We met the deadline and the city came out in numbers to watch us drop the thirty floor structure. They gathered nearly two blocks away clad in ponchos and dust masks bracing for the implosion triggered by half a ton of high explosives.
I was so burned out and demoralized. My mantra became “this is for Tom, this is for Tom” and it was the only thing carrying me to this day. I chalked up all the anomalies and even my own experience on 999th sub-basement level as a reaction to shock, loss, grief, and exhaustion.
We were on the thirty minute countdown and Mr. Rohmer's attorney was designated as the trigger man. He stood there with Jim and I in the command trailer with the detonator remote. The remote triggered a two minute countdown on the charges from a master control station in my command trailer. All the charges had to be hardwired old school style because we were getting too much walkie talkie and radio interference from inside the structure for any other method of trigger to be reliable. I was too tried to make a stink about insisting I do it. I just wanted it to be over but suddenly a freak thunderstorm brewed up over the city. The skies were overcast and we were on the verge of having to abort the implosion until the next day – despite the next day being a day past the deadline. If we didn't abort and went through with the implosion, there was a strong chance the shock waves from the blast would bounce back off the lower cloud base and shatter windows and ears across the city.
I sat in my command chair at the perimeter in dismay, almost in tears as it started to rain. I felt my heart drop into the acid of my stomach as I ordered the suspension of the implosion for the day. The lawyer, surprisingly, did not resist. I watched as the crowds dispersed from the viewing lines and police started to permit traffic back through the streets surrounding the site.
Then a group of unauthorized personnel threw open the door of the trailer. They were a mass of men and women clad in pressed white suits, stoney faces with thin maroon lips, one of them carried a white covered book.
The attorney dropped his eyes and head in deference to elderly man at the head of the congregation. The attorney addressed him as Monsignor. The man introduced himself as Monsignor Rohmer and he placed his hand on his attorney, calling him a cousin of the congregation, stating there will be no postponement and no delay.
Rohmer, a man I judged to be in his late 50's or early 60's was bald and covered it with a white derby hat. He was tall, about six five, and thin, so thin his suit fit him like snake half shedding its skin. His was face long and his cheeks thin and worn like a mountain side. His voice was steady and low like waterfall. Everything he said bloomed with authority and confidence. He ordered the building would be dropped in twenty minutes.
I told him I didn't care if he was the owner, the building could not be blown in this weather and I snatched the detonator out of his attorney's hands. Rohmer, moving faster than I believed humanly possible with some kind of martial arts move swiped the detonator from my hands. Simultaneously, he had two of his followers press Jim against the wall. They put him in a sleeper hold and he slumped down to the floor barely getting a word out. Then Rohmer gestured to his flock to follow towards the building.
They left in a fast deliberate almost choreographed walk like a flock of geese flying in formation. I grabbed the radio to get police help but I realized that was hopeless. I watched as our trailer was shrouded in the same interference we experienced in the building's interior. The CCTV monitors flickered out and the radio squawked static. Then I realized Rohmer had no control over the detonation and no way to contact his followers still with us in the command trailer. So I did what I had to and pulled the master key out of the master detonator in the command trailer and chased after the flock. I needed to know what was happening I needed to see with my own eyes what all of this was all about.
The Congregation had reached the lobby and I saw the trailing end of the clad white congregate into the stairwell. I darted at my best speed to follow them.
I reached the stair well door. I found Rohmer standing on the top step, apparently waiting for me. I was out of breath while he began to speak to me in his booming voice. He explained to me that if the building did not fall in the next twenty minutes, all of Earth would be pulled, sucked, inside out and down through the building into the black and white universe. The entire building, but especially the atrium dome, he continued, was designed and built to create and then temporarily contain an impossible shape, a living form, a 4 dimensional object, a tesseract, when struck by lightning in the presence of thirteen self-sacrificial Congregate members. This shape would slowly expand and cause space and time anomalies before growing so large inside compared to its size would pull us all into place with no life.
The shape was still in the process of forming even as we spoke, he said. It would reach critical mass and dimensional contortion and the only way to stop it was to disfigure and crush it in the hotel's collapse. He led me into the pool level where his entire congregation was sitting cross-legged where Tom fell. A green pulse, like a laser, came down from the ceiling into the group's center, where their white book lay open on blank pages. I had a feeling this glow was being projected down from the ballroom where the dome of the atrium was taking its final fourth dimensional form.
After a loud chant from the white clad followers, the book slammed shut and turned from a brilliant white shimming cover to one black as night. As they passed around book, their white suits turned black and the formed a single file line. Rohmer left my side and pulled the detonator from his suit. He showed it me and tossed it at me. In my panic I reached out with both hands to catch it but I forgot I still had the master key in my sweat slick hand and it fly out and fell at the foot of Rohmer.
I asked what he planned to do with the key without a lock and a jammed detonator. Rohmer bent down and grabbed the key and looked me without a hint of concern. He took the new black book into his hands and opened it facing the wall of the pool. A new green pulse launched from the book and flickered on the tiles. An octagonal outline appeared to frame a hazy image of a tropical beach. One by one Rohmer's congregation walked into the side of the pool, into glow and seemed to arrive safely on the otherside of the beach.
Once all his compatriots were on the beach, he turned a page in the book and reopened it, projecting another octagon portal on the side of the pool. I could see his destination – it was the command trailer. He stepped through portal and yelled to me from the other side that I had two minutes. The portal sealed.
I could hear the warning sirens we installed going off above me. Needless to say, I made it out, just barely. I reached the perimeter fence screaming to anyone who was in ear shot to run away. The building imploded as planned but I was caught in the dust cloud and developed tinnitus severe enough to be comparable with combat veterans.
The shock waves from the explosions were reflected off the cloud base and channeled down the street by other skyscrapers. Virtually every window in a two block radius around the site was shattered and hundreds of people were hurt in the resulting stampede and vehicle collisions caused by fleeing from the flying glass cascade. Parts of downtown looked like a war zone for weeks afterward.
Rohmer and the rest of his group, including the lawyer, had disappeared out of the trailer in another portal leaving a suitcase of gold equaling the twenty percent promised. Our company was fined, sued, and threatened with criminal charges and eventually put of business. There wasn't much left after paying the cities fines and lawyer fees.
Though I was spared any direct sanctions, I forced into an early retirement. I've had time to research Rohmer's group. There are at least six mentions of figures like Rohmer on the deepest parts of the conspiracy web. They seem to show up at a locale experiencing paranormal activity with a white book and then leave with a black book. Their departure usually marks the end of any strangeness. I can't be sure but this congregation seems to be summon demons, which they exorcise, by trapping them in their books. Trapping maybe a poor term to use since, as in the case of the Grazer hotel encounter, they can apparently cleanse the anomalies and then use the book containing them to weaponize a portion of the traits of whatever their unholy creations posses.
I suspect Rohmer and his congregation, now with the ability to teleport, are accelerating their plans, to whatever ends these paranormal means enable them.
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2023.05.31 17:10 TigersBot Game Thread: Rangers @ Tigers - Wed, May 31 @ 01:10 PM EDT

Rangers @ Tigers - Wed, May 31

Game Status: Final - Score: 3-2 Tigers

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Rangers Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Semien - 2B 4 0 1 0 1 0 4 .295 .366 .485
2 Seager - DH 5 0 2 0 0 1 2 .319 .380 .564
3 Lowe, N - 1B 5 0 2 1 0 2 3 .277 .355 .427
4 García, Ad - RF 4 0 1 0 0 3 2 .257 .319 .505
5 Jung - 3B 4 1 2 0 0 0 3 .295 .341 .531
6 Heim - C 4 0 1 1 0 0 1 .282 .337 .448
7 Taveras - CF 4 0 1 0 0 0 1 .309 .366 .443
8 Smith, J - SS 3 0 0 0 1 1 1 .211 .360 .344
9 Thompson, B - LF 2 0 1 0 0 1 0 .170 .237 .283
a-Grossman - LF 1 1 0 0 1 1 0 .240 .316 .380
Totals 36 2 11 2 3 9 17
Rangers
a-Walked for Thompson, B in the 7th.
BATTING: 2B: García, Ad (9, Wentz); Semien (15, Wentz); Jung (11, Wentz). 3B: Taveras (2, Foley). TB: García, Ad 2; Heim; Jung 3; Lowe, N 2; Seager 2; Semien 2; Taveras 3; Thompson, B. RBI: Heim (39); Lowe, N (31). 2-out RBI: Lowe, N. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Jung 2; Lowe, N 2; Semien 2; Smith, J. GIDP: Heim. Team RISP: 3-for-10. Team LOB: 10.
FIELDING: E: Smith, J (5, throw).
Tigers Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 McKinstry - RF 5 1 1 0 0 1 3 .288 .400 .432
2 Baddoo - LF 3 0 1 0 0 0 0 .262 .366 .393
a-Haase - LF 1 0 0 0 0 0 2 .229 .292 .307
3 Báez, J - SS 4 0 1 1 0 0 1 .225 .271 .310
4 Torkelson - 1B 4 0 2 0 0 1 1 .237 .319 .364
5 Maton, N - 2B 2 1 1 0 1 1 0 .167 .293 .319
b-Schoop, J - 3B 1 0 0 0 0 1 1 .214 .290 .274
6 Nevin - DH 4 1 2 0 0 1 3 .143 .242 .250
7 Short - 2B 4 0 1 0 0 1 3 .302 .388 .535
8 Rogers - C 3 0 0 1 0 2 1 .156 .255 .385
9 Marisnick - CF 4 0 2 1 0 1 0 .333 .333 .333
Totals 35 3 11 3 1 9 15
Tigers
a-Flied out for Baddoo in the 6th. b-Struck out for Maton, N in the 7th.
BATTING: 2B: Báez, J (8, Dunning). TB: Baddoo; Báez, J 2; Marisnick 2; Maton, N; McKinstry; Nevin 2; Short; Torkelson 2. RBI: Báez, J (27); Marisnick (1); Rogers (16). Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Torkelson; Rogers; Haase 2; Short; Nevin 2. SF: Rogers. Team RISP: 2-for-9. Team LOB: 10.
FIELDING: Outfield assists: McKinstry (Seager at 2nd base). DP: (Short-Báez, J-Torkelson).
Rangers Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Dunning (L, 4-1) 5.0 7 3 3 1 6 0 98-68 2.06
Hernández, J 0.1 2 0 0 0 0 0 6-6 5.57
Burke 1.2 2 0 0 0 2 0 33-23 3.13
Leclerc 1.0 0 0 0 0 1 0 11-7 3.31
Totals 8.0 11 3 3 1 9 0
Tigers Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Wentz 4.1 7 1 1 1 5 0 82-50 7.28
Vest (W, 2-0) 1.2 0 0 0 0 1 0 19-11 2.84
Shreve (H, 7) 0.2 2 1 1 1 0 0 20-10 4.95
Foley (H, 10) 1.1 2 0 0 0 1 0 22-14 1.57
Lange (S, 10) 1.0 0 0 0 1 2 0 21-11 1.16
Totals 9.0 11 2 2 3 9 0
Game Info
Pitches-strikes: Dunning 98-68; Hernández, J 6-6; Burke 33-23; Leclerc 11-7; Wentz 82-50; Vest 19-11; Shreve 20-10; Foley 22-14; Lange 21-11.
Groundouts-flyouts: Dunning 5-2; Hernández, J 0-0; Burke 0-3; Leclerc 1-1; Wentz 2-2; Vest 2-2; Shreve 0-0; Foley 2-0; Lange 1-0.
Batters faced: Dunning 24; Hernández, J 3; Burke 7; Leclerc 3; Wentz 21; Vest 5; Shreve 4; Foley 5; Lange 4.
Inherited runners-scored: Hernández, J 2-2; Burke 2-0; Vest 1-0; Foley 1-0.
Umpires: HP: Chad Fairchild. 1B: Nic Lentz. 2B: Charlie Ramos. 3B: Jeremie Rehak.
Weather: 85 degrees, Sunny.
Wind: 8 mph, In From CF.
First pitch: 1:10 PM.
T: 2:44.
Att: 20,968.
Venue: Comerica Park.
May 31, 2023
Inning Scoring Play Score
Bottom 3 Javier Baez grounds into a force out, third baseman Josh Jung to second baseman Marcus Semien. Zach McKinstry scores. Akil Baddoo out at 2nd. Javier Baez to 1st. 1-0 DET
Top 4 Jonah Heim singles on a line drive to center fielder Jake Marisnick. Josh Jung scores. Jonah Heim to 2nd. 1-1
Bottom 6 Jake Rogers out on a sacrifice fly to center fielder Leody Taveras. Nick Maton scores. Tyler Nevin to 3rd. 2-1 DET
Bottom 6 Jake Marisnick singles on a ground ball to right fielder Adolis Garcia. Tyler Nevin scores. Zack Short to 2nd. 3-1 DET
Top 7 Nathaniel Lowe singles on a ground ball to center fielder Jake Marisnick. Robbie Grossman scores. 3-2 DET
Team Highlight
DET Bullpen availability for Detroit, May 31 vs Rangers (00:00:07)
TEX Bullpen availability for Texas, May 31 vs Tigers (00:00:07)
TEX Fielding alignment for Texas, May 31 vs Tigers (00:00:11)
DET Fielding alignment for Detroit, May 31 vs Rangers (00:00:11)
DET Starting lineups for Rangers at Tigers - May 31, 2023 (00:00:09)
DET Breaking down Joey Wentz's pitches (00:00:08)
TEX Josh H. Smith's barehanded play (00:00:15)
DET Tigers score on fielder's choice (00:00:45)
TEX Jonah Heim's RBI single (00:00:17)
DET Wentz strikes out Lowe (00:00:07)
DET Jake Rogers' sacrifice fly (00:00:22)
DET Jake Marisnick's RBI single (00:00:15)
TEX Dane Dunning K's six (00:00:59)
DET Zach McKinstry's strong throw (00:00:23)
TEX Nathaniel Lowe's RBI single (00:00:25)
DET Alex Lange earns the save (00:00:16)
DET Zack Short's diving play (00:00:24)
DET Marisnick on his Tigers debut (00:01:29)
DET A.J. Hinch on 3-2 win over Texas (00:01:03)
TEX Rangers vs. Tigers Highlights (00:03:14)
TEX Condensed Game: [email protected] 5/31/23 (00:07:10)
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R H E LOB
Rangers 0 0 0 1 0 0 1 0 0 2 11 1 10
Tigers 0 0 1 0 0 2 0 0 3 11 0 10

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2023.05.31 16:01 khoafraelich789 TOYOTA COROLLA HYBRID 2023 REVIEW: A SENSIBLE UPDATE FOR A SENSIBLE CAR

TOYOTA COROLLA HYBRID 2023 REVIEW: A SENSIBLE UPDATE FOR A SENSIBLE CAR

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Toyota has long had an image of quiet sensibleness about it. They used to be the sort of car bought by those who prioritise reliability above all else, and for whom excitement is anathema. That has begun to change, and not just in the fire-breathing GR models. Outgoing Toyota CEO Akio Toyoda (grandson of the company founder) is a car nut to his fingertips, and waged a long campaign to make his family company’s products more exciting to drive, and to look at.

The once-bland Corolla has been a major part of that plan, relaunched in 2019 with sharper styling and a more invigorating driving experience. Now, for 2023, it’s getting a facelift (of the most minor sort) and an upgrade to its hybrid powertrain. Does that make it a more interesting prospect still, or is Toyota once again playing it safe?

Exterior design and rivals
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If you can line up the outgoing Corolla and the new side by side and spot all the differences, you’ll probably win a Toyota-branded anorak. The updated Corolla looks all-but identical to the outgoing one, with only the front bumper, the internal bits of the head- and tail-lights and the back bumper actually new. There are some updated alloy wheel designs, admittedly, and a couple of new paint options including the handsome new ‘Juniper Blue’ finish pictured here.

For all its familiarity. the Corolla remains a smart looking car. It can even look enticingly sporty at times, especially in estate form, and especially in the more overt GR Sport trim (not to be confused with the actual GR Corolla hot hatch that British buyers are still denied). The blandness of previous models has been thoroughly banished, and the Corolla is much the better for it.

Will that be enough to give the Corolla more kerbside and showroom appeal than the new Honda Civic, or the venerable Volkswagen Golf? Perhaps — impressive though the new Civic is, it is a very conservatively-styled car on the outside, while the droopy-nosed eighth-generation Golf is looking tired already, unless you get a sporty model such as the GTI.

Hyundai’s handsome i30 Fastback is arguably the Corolla’s sharpest looking rival, although it currently lacks any kind of hybrid or plug-in hybrid option, while the Skoda Octavia provides a strong contest, as not only is it quietly handsome on the outside, it’s significantly more spacious than the Corolla inside.

Interior and practicality
Toyota has made more meaningful changes to the Corolla’s interior, but those changes come under the heading of technology, so we’ll cover those below. Elsewhere, the overall shapes and styling are the same as before, and so too are the exceptional quality levels — the Corolla remains a car able to put much more expensive models to shame with its cabin quality.

It’s far from the roomiest car around, though. While the front seats are very comfortable and supportive, and the driving position good, the high centre console and the way the dashboard design juts outward above your knees makes the car feel a touch cramped, especially if you’re tall.

There’s also a lack of storage space. The box under the front armrest, the door bins and the little shelf in front of the gear lever (which is optionally occupied by a wireless phone charger) are all a bit small, so there isn’t quite enough room for all your keys, wallets, water bottles and so on.

In the five-door hatchback there’s simply not enough legroom for one tall adult to sit behind another. If you’re going to accommodate anyone over the age of 13 in the back seats, the driver and front passenger are going to have to slide their seats forward. Headroom is also less than generous.

The boot isn’t much better. Even Toyota people will admit that the 361-litre boot is less than class leading, some 20 litres shy of the Golf’s and hundreds of litres smaller than a Skoda Octavia’s. The only upside is that the Toyota’s boot is roomier or at least as roomy as some plug-in hybrid rivals — such as the Vauxhall Astra.

You’d be much better off in the Corolla Touring Sports estate. This sits on a structure with the front and rear wheels pushed apart by 10cm and which offers rear space that, if not exactly generous, is at least adequate.

The Touring Sport’s boot is more useful, too — at 598 litres up to the luggage cover it’s not the biggest in the class, but it’s more than enough for most purposes. Fold the estate’s back seats flat (disappointingly, they only split 60:40, compared to the 40:20:40 of the Peugeot 308 SW) and you’ve got 1,606 litres of load space.

Technology and safety
The new 12.3in digital driver’s display is a welcome replacement for the previous mixed analogue and digital instrument panel, which looked tired and old even when it was new.

The new digital screen is much sharper, and while you’ll have to submit to a somewhat confusing settings menu to alter the layout, you can at least do so. The graphics look crisp, too.

A dramatic backlit side view of the Corolla pops up as you switch driving modes.

In the centre of the dash is a new 10.5in touchscreen infotainment system, which is a massive improvement on that of the outgoing Corolla.

Its graphics are bang up to date, and its menu layout is significantly more simple and logical. Toyota has helpfully retained physical stereo volume buttons, as well as separate physical heating and ventilation controls, which makes life much easier and safer on the move.

The screen includes a cloud-based navigation system that can give you live traffic advice, but which can be a touch laggy and slip behind the physical position of the car if you’re in an area of low mobile reception.

The Corolla now has a built-in antenna for internet connectivity, though, which powers that cloud-based nav, and which is free to use for the first four years of ownership. It also enables connection to your mobile phone through an app, which allows you to monitor the car’s various functions, flash the lights in a busy car park so that you can find it and remotely start the climate control so that you can cool the car down, or defrost it, before leaving the house.

The app, called MyT, also includes hybrid driving tips for anyone new to part-battery driving.

The Corolla already had a full five-star rating from Euro NCAP when it comes to crash safety, but Toyota has updated and upgraded the electronic safety kit under the name T-Mate. That upgrade includes a new forward-facing camera and radar that are claimed to be more effective than before, and which give the Corolla standard-fit adaptive cruise control.

The camera also allows for a new system called Proactive Driving Assist (PDA) — while this has some familiar functions such as collision warnings, it also includes a new active braking system that automatically ramps up the amount of energy recovered back into the battery when you lift off the accelerator while approaching a corner or when there’s a slower moving car in front.

It’s not quite ‘one-pedal’ driving, but it’s quite a useful and intuitive system that is backed up by a new active steering assistant that can help you swerve away from danger in an extreme situation.

Optionally, you can fit your Corolla with a blind-spot monitor and a rear cross-traffic alert, and with these systems comes an extra one — Safe Exit Assist, which warns you if you’re about to open a door into the path of an oncoming cyclist. It only works on the front doors, though, and unlike Hyundai’s system — which will actually inhibit the door latch to stop you opening it — the Corolla just has a flashing light and a warning beep.

Performance, power output and acceleration
While the engine capacity of the basic 1.8-litre Corolla hybrid has remained the same, Toyota says that has been significantly upgraded as part of its new fifth-generation hybrid setup. For the 1.8, that means a new, more efficient, lithium-ion battery and a more powerful — 94bhp and 136lb ft of torque — electric motor, as well as a new computer brain.

The effect of all that is higher peak power — 138bhp now, up from 121bhp previously — and the same or better efficiency.

The 2-litre version also gets more power — it’s now up to 193bhp — and it’s slightly lighter than before as it has switched from a nickel metal hydride battery to a lithium-ion pack.

The 1.8 version arguably makes the 2-litre model redundant, as its extra power is really only noticeable under hard acceleration and that’s just not how you drive a Corolla hybrid. Much better to accelerate relatively gently, and let the improved electric motor do more of the work.

Do that and you’ll not only save fuel (55mpg is easy, beyond 60mpg is certainly possible), but you’ll also save your ears. Toyota has worked hard — and largely successfully — over the years to remove from its hybrids the high-revving noise when accelerating, and it’s certainly noticeable that the Corolla spends less time grinding away at high rpm to gather speed on the motorway. Long uphill runs are not its friend, but noise levels are rarely excessive in day-to-day driving.

The extra power on offer has given the Corolla swifter 0-62mph times — 9.1 seconds for the 1.8, 7.4 seconds for the 2-litre, but you’ll need to be in Sport mode if you want to feel the system at its highest performing. In the more likely event that you’re driving in Normal or Eco modes, the Corolla’s hybrid engine just rows along nicely, if unspectacularly.

It’s certainly more noticeable how much more of the work is done by the electric motor than before. Not so long ago, you had to drive any Toyota hybrid with exceptional care to keep it running on electric power – as indicated by a little “EV” icon in the instruments. Now, you can accelerate quite decisively, and get well above 30mph before the petrol engine wakes up.

Toyota reckons that as much as 80 per cent of urban journeys in a Corolla can be done on just electric power, which is impressive if it can be replicated (we scored an apparent 50 per cent electric ratio on our mixed country road, motorway and town drive if the dashboard display is to be believed).

Ride and handling
In 2019, the Corolla was almost shocking in how nice it was to drive. Previous generations had been pretty forgettable, but with this 12th generation, suddenly there was sharp steering and a willing, engaging chassis. That carries forward to the updated model.

Comfort is still clearly more of a priority than excitement. The Corolla rides firmly, but with a well-damped sense of comfort. It only gets harsh if you spec it up with the 18in alloy wheels of the GR Sport models. The mid-spec 17in wheels are perfectly fine when it comes to comfort, although all Corolla models seem to suffer from too much tyre roar on coarse tarmac, which does spoil the refinement.

The steering is light but very fluid in feel and quite quick across its locks. The Corolla also seems to have plenty of front-end grip in reserve, so tightening corners hold no great fears.

It’s not as sharp in its steering feel as say a Ford Focus or a Mazda3, but it’s certainly satisfying, and on a twisty mountain road it’s easy to get the Corolla into a pleasant and enjoyable rhythm, sweeping from corner to corner.

That Proactive Driving Assist also helps, as the extra bit of regenerative braking when approaching a bend can help you better balance the car on corner entry, so it’s as much a driving aid as a safety and energy-saving feature.

Pricing and on-sale date
The Corolla is on sale now and prices start from £30,210 for an Icon spec hatchback with the 1.8-litre hybrid engine. Standard spec for Icon models includes 16in alloys, LED headlights, the 12.3in digital instrument screen, the 10.5in infotainment system with online connectivity and cloud-based navigation, a wireless phone charger, keyless entry and ignition, two-zone air conditioning, a reversing camera, front and rear parking sensors and heated front seats.

If you want the 2-litre engine in Icon form, that’ll cost you £31,955 while the Touring Sports estate costs £31,545 with the 1.8 engine, or £33,290 as a 2-litre, both in Icon spec.

For £31,780 you can upgrade your 1.8 hatchback to Design spec, which comes with 17in machined-look alloy wheels, uprated LED headlights, rear privacy glass, auto-folding door mirrors, rain sensing wipers, ambient cabin lighting and a self-dimming rear-view mirror. A 2-litre hatch in Design spec costs £33,525, while the estate 1.8 Design is £33,115 and the 2-litre Design is £34,860.

Sporty-looking GR Sport spec starts from £32,990 for the 1.8 hatchback (£34,735 for the 2-litre and £34,705 or £36,450 for the 1.8 and 2-litre Touring Sports respectively). For that you get a chunky body kit with unique front and rear bumper designs, 18in dark grey alloys, black door mirror caps, red contrast stitching for the inside (along with embossed GR Sport logos) and the option of a contrast-colour roof.

At the top of the range is the Excel model, which will set you back £33,400 for the 1.8 hatch; £35,145 for the 2-litre hatch; £35,115 for the 1.8 estate; or £36,860 for the 2-litre estate. Standard Excel equipment includes 18in alloys, adaptive high-beam control, leather upholstery, a head-up display, blind-spot monitor, rear cross-traffic alert, safe exit assist and the option of a panoramic glass sunroof.

Verdict: Toyota Corolla Hybrid review
The fact that Toyota hasn’t changed the Corolla much is perhaps not very surprising. After all, in 2021, the 50 millionth Corolla was sold, underscoring the success of the model’s history of steady evolution rather than stunning revolution.

It remains a sensible choice, and the upgrades to the hybrid system are welcome both for the extra power and for the still-excellent economy. It’s no high-performance ball of fire but the Corolla is sharper and more rewarding to drive than you might expect. Given Toyota’s well-earned reputation for reliability, it should be a satisfying car to own in the long term.

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2023.05.31 15:22 Some_Guy_Existing Endeavor To Be Great, Little Humans! (5-6)

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Chapter 5:
FALLING LIKE DOMINOS
They’ve got the moves!

Like a cackle of hyenas, the peaceful silence of the desert was broken by the despotic laughter of raiders (the ‘Rust Fiendz’ as they like to call themselves) riding in the night, their vehicles kicking up a large cloud of sand in their wake, and the smell of motor oil, sulfur, iron, and death tailing them as they drove off from one of their latest hits.
In the cabins of each rusted-to-hell pile of scrap on wheels, their jury-rigged radio crackles to life. The constant whine of static and electrical buzzing is punched through by a haughty voice. “Hey good shit back there, boys!” the gruff voice barks. Over the din of motors and engines, the roar of various vehicles’ occupants punches through, their raucous cheers just as vicious and loud as their dilapidated chariots. At the head of the pack of these rusted raiders was a heavily modified pickup truck that looked more akin to a sheet-metal sarcophagus that crashed through a hot-topic, a fitting final resting place for their war chief.
“Shit,” he snickers to himself, reveling in his recently ill-gotten spoils as he plunges a hand through a roughly made sack made out of a mysterious hide; whether it’s human or an animal remains a mystery. “Dumbass motherfuckers. Why do these starry-eyed jackasses keep trying?” He pulls out a bottle of spirits, the label reading: ‘Whiskey Rose brewery--A Cassidy Venture.’ Rolling down the window, he breaks the top of the bottle like the fucking barbarian he is and downs the bottle. “Whatever, not so starry-eyed anymore,” he snickers to himself, recounting the way his latest victim’s eyes clouded as she lay bleeding on the half-built foundation of the colony’s brewing facility. “As long as the hive lords keep paying, there’s no need for me to ask questions. ‘Sides these colony upstarts need a fucking reality check anyways.” Tossing the bottle out the window and rolling it up, he stops midway and watches through the rear-view mirror as the empty glass bottle collides in the face of one the scouts. The man lets out a high-pitched yelp as he goes tumbling off his motorcycle and is quickly crushed under the wheels of the others. “Hey dipshits look out next time!” he shouts out as he finishes rolling up the window. Without another look back the war chief focuses on the sands in front of him, not bothering to notice the smaller cloud of sand blending in behind the group.
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“C’mon, come on!” Carmine hisses through gritted teeth. He lets go of the wheel, allowing the cruise control to stay on the path towards their target as he checks the chamber of his pistol. Meanwhile, Victor preemptively loads the makeshift crossbow with a tracker bolt, and Devin pulls back the bolt of the machine gun and begins assessing priority targets. “Devin!”
“Yeh chief? Devin answers back.
“I want a spotter report before we get any closer!”
“On it buddy!” With that, Devin pulls out a periscope and uses it to peek over without exposing himself from the safety of the gunner’s nest confines. He catches a glimpse of some poor bastard falling out into the desert sands and promptly being turned into a fine human pâté under the wheels of his fellow raiders. Devin winces at the sight but then smiles rather smugly. “Well, that’s one to scratch off the list. Fucker probably deserved it,” he mutters to himself. “Oi Carmine good news!”
“What is it?”
“Is god gonna smite them for us?” Victor interjects.
Devin shakes his head for no one to see. “Nah, I fucking wish. We were going to be dealing with eight scouts, six technicals, and king mong over there. However, it seems that we can scratch off a scout, cause the dumbass somehow managed to fall off his bike.”
Victor sucks air through his teeth at the news. “Bitch got smeared across the sand by his own buddies. Sucks to be that loser.”
Carmine snorts and chuckles to himself. “Bitch deserved it. Hey Devin, soon as a bunch of them group up give ‘em a taste of the beans. Save the actual HE round for king doitch bag over there.”
“Got it.” There’s a pregnant pause between all three of them as they see three of the scouts and a technical start slowing down from the main group and approaching them. “Oh shit, here comes a gaggle of them now.” Wordlessly, the trio goes to meet them, each of them readying themselves for the fight ahead. “Hey, Carmine, blast the radio; It’ll make us aim better.”
“Whose playlist is on right now?”
Victor rolls down the window and props himself out with his assault rifle at the ready. “Don’t know. It’s either yours, Devin’s, or any one of our granddad’s playlist. We all know that all your grandad listened to was ‘fortunate son’!”
“Oh, fuck off Victor!”
“The joke will never die! Besides, at least your grandad was different. Devin and my grandpa were practically the same person, they even had an on-going list on all the same ideas they had and even the same things they said... Well, what are you waiting for? Play that shit!” Victor shouts over the wind rushing past.
“They were brothers all the same, just as we are now!” Carmine shouts back. “Alright, playing that shit!” Carmine jams a finger into one of the old, faded buttons of the decrepit radio. It takes a moment before it comes to life. The static fading away until suddenly crisp, clear, energetic music starts blasting from the speakers, and the trio are greeted with the steady beat of a tambourine. “Fuck! Could be any one of ours!” Carmine shouts over as a guitar joins in on the fun, followed by drums hot on its tail.

All the old paintings on the tombs
They do the sand dance don’t you know?
If they move too quick. (Oh Whey oh!)

“Bitching!” Devin shouts, loading in one of the makeshift rounds for the grenade launcher.
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Three scouts, having watched one of their own get crushed under the wheels of their fellow Rust Fiendz, group up together and begin to slow down to lag behind the rest of the pack, not wanting to take the chance of watering the sand in their own blood and viscera due to others’ disregard of life.
“Hey!” One of them shouts, getting the attention of the others. “Who the hell are those jobbers tailing us?”
“’ow the fack should I know?” One of them barks back.
“Well figure it the fuck out because they don’t look like one of ours. Their ride looks too clean and purdy to be one of us. You!” He points to the third, “Go flag one of the more sober guys up there and tell him to back us up.”
“Wait. What the hell why me dipshit?!” He protests.
“Because I said so fuckwad. Unless you want to be fly food smeared across the sand, I suggest you do it.” The third scout relents and goes to one of the technicals up ahead to request help. “Good, we have a new pecking order established now.”
The second scout looks at the self-appointed head incredulously. “The ‘ell there is! I never ‘oted yew to be boss of the scouts!”
“Your fault for not stepping up. Now shut up. From what happened up ahead I don’t think the boss wants anyone bothering him and those party crashers are getting closer. Get ready and bitch boy and motor cuck are coming over to back us up.” The self-appointed head turns around heads off for the armored car coming up on their rear.
“Mutha fucka!” the second bitterly swears. “The ‘ell is that music anyways?”
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Devin stands up and positions himself over the gunner’s nest, eagerly bobbing his head along with the music as he leads the shot on the approaching raiders. Carmine for his part begins steadily speeding up to meet them.
“I’m gonna show these fuckers what real desert heat is!” Victor excitedly shouts over the music. He racks the bolt on the assault rifle and begins taking aim himself.

All the bazaar men by the Nile
They got the money on a bet
Gold crocodiles (Oh whey oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette.

The music starts ramping up now as Carmine floors the gas causing the RPM to sharply rise to the redline and all the men begin harmonizing with music.

Foreign types with the hookah pipes say

“WHHHEEYYY OOHHH WHHEEY OH, AAAYYY OOHH WHHEEYY OOHH!” They sing together.

Walk like an Egyptian...

And like that the music dies down for a moment leaving only the strumming of the electric guitar and the methodical shaking of the tambourines. Everyone holds their breath while they focus on the four hostiles coming at them head on. Each one of the men’s eyes dilating like a cat’s, just waiting for the moment to pounce.
...
...
“Closer.” All that’s left is the tambourine, it’s rhythm in sync with the beating of their hearts in their eardrums.
...
...
“Closer.” They all think to themselves, their adrenaline and testosterone building up in anticipation. The guitars make their presence known drowning out the noisy racket of the raiders. Tensions continue to rise until suddenly!
Dun dododo dun dun
Dun dododo dun DUN
DUN DODODO DUN *THOONK\*
Devin fires the grenade launcher, and shots begin to ring out alongside the strums of the guitar. As if on cue, the singer returns, her voice coming in right on time as the bean can explodes, sending bits of tin and whatever else they could stuff in there as makeshift shrapnel, taking out the scouts and flipping over the technical on its side like a wounded ox.

The blonde waitresses take their trays
They spin around and they cross the floor
They’ve got the moves! (OOHHH WHHEEEYY OOHHH!)
You drop your drink, then they bring you more!

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The sudden shots and the explosion bring the rest of the raiders out of their revelry as each and every one of them sobers up and checks their rear-view mirrors. They watch in surprise as one of their own is flipped onto its side by an unknown assailant. None of them are able to get a good look until the cloud of smoke passes and an armored car in better conditions than theirs rides up to the flipped technical and throws a firebomb onto it, followed by a staccato of gunfire from someone leaning out the passenger side window with nonsensical music playing.
You drop your drink, then they bring you more!
(That drink being the firebomb that was force fed into that poor fucker.)
There is a collective moment of “Oh Shit” between the Rust Fiendz as the single communal braincell bounces in out of the skulls of all the members. Some of them panic, while the drunker ones, angered by this party crasher, make a sloppy U-turn and go to face this suicidal nimrod head-on.
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Carmine pounds the wheel and shouts, “FUCK YEAH GUYS! GOOD SHIT RIGHT THERE!”
“Hell yeah brother!” Victor shouts, all the while Devin begins cackling like a madman over the destruction they had caused. Devin’s cackling is quickly cut short as he hears the pained groans of a poor, unfortunate scout that was badly maimed by the dollar store dumpster frag. Nonchalantly, he brings out his carbine and double taps the raider for good measure and goes back to cackling.

All the kids so sick of books
They like the punk and the metal band

A honk from the horn cuts Devin and Victor’s celebration short as they see two more technicals and the last of the scouts coming their way.

When the buzzer rings (OOHH WWHHEEYY OOHH!)
They’re walking like an Egyptian

“That’s our cue guys, get ready!” Carmine calls out.
Devin fires another shot of the grenade launcher at the oncoming enemies, but the effect isn’t as spectacular as last time as the makeshift bean can round manages to dent one of the technicals but bounces off the hood and into the sand. “Fuck a dud!” Devin curses.
“Get on the turret and start blasting Devin!”
“Orders received!” Devin ducks back into the safety of the gunner’s nest right on time too as wild and erratic shots ping off of it. Before he can rack the bolt and begin firing, a thunderous blast disorients him and knocks him against the walls as the whole armored car shakes and sand rains down from above him. Drunkenly, he rubs the back of his head but is caught off guard by his helmet getting away. “Da fuckz wah that?” he slurred out.
Victor ducks down as bullets rattle on the hood of the car and junk rounds begin ricocheting off the armored grill covering the windshield, some of them managing to thread the needle and lodge themselves in the damaged bulletproof glass. “An explosion dipshit. Now-,” Victor covers his head and blind fires out the window towards the oncoming raiders. “GET ON THE FUCKING GUN!” he hurriedly shouts.
“Son of a-bitch goddamn mother *rrghh\*” Devin growls. Shaking his head and racking the bolt of the heavily bubba’ed FAL, he grits his teeth and takes aim. As the scouts get closer, they notice the gunner’s nest moving and begin concentrating their fire on the turret and spreading out. The sudden spray of bullets causes Devin to flinch and wince at the sparks and sharp sounds of scrap bullets on metal, but he clenches his jaw and fires an unfocused burst at one of the scouts. Devin’s shots go wide as Carmine begins speeding ahead and whipping the car violently left and right, either to try and ram some of the scouts or to throw off the aim of the technical firing the explosives.

All the kids in the marketplace say
(WHEEY OHH WHHEEYYY OOHH, AAYY OH WHEY OH!)
Walk like an Egyptian...

The music is abruptly cut off as another explosion rocks the speeding armored car and the radio cuts off. “FUCK DUDE!” Carmine shouts out.
“What. What! WHAT!” Victor rushes out, dipping back in from the passenger window and narrowly avoiding a spray of bullets from a scout coming up on their rear.
Before Carmine could get out a sentence one of the technicals that had been acting as cover for the other slows down and positions itself on Carmine’s side. Several shots ring out and manage to get through the grate that acted as armor for the driver side window. Victor watches on in horror as three heavy *THUNKS\* can be heard following by Carmine groaning and buckling. Carmine’s head slams on the wheel violently and he ends up honking the horn before snapping back up and firing his pistol at the offending technical.
“ASSHOLES!” Carmine curses. “Devin light those fuckers up on our right!” A violent rhythmic roar can be heard above them as Devin sprays the machine gun with extreme discrimination at the flanking technical. The screams of the raiders are drowned out by the gunfire before their vehicle begins to slow down and all noise from the raider’s Humvee ceases, all except a pitiful mechanical sputtering. The spraying resumes as Devin now has a clear shot on the technical that had been launching the explosives at them. The Rusted Sedan tries to bob and weave out of the shots until something explodes in the back and the car cartoonishly bounces on the sand.
“Fuck,” Devin heavily breathes out. Checking the scuffed belt feeding ammunition into the machine gun, he grimaces at the count and shakes his head. “Eighty-four rounds left. Fuck eighty-four rounds left,” he repeats to himself. “Well let’s see if I can’t rat my out of this one!” Cautiously he peeks his head out from the nest and sees two scouts behind the car taking pot shots at the rear-view window. Thankfully Carmine had the foresight to mount his ballistic shield to the back, but how long it’d hold was the question that worried Devin the most. “Hey, Carmine!”
“Urgh! Ah-Y-yeah Devin?”
“I need you to start doing some shit!”
“What kind of shit!” Carmine takes another shot to the side of his enclosed helmet and one to the side of his chest plate, the bullets not getting through but still managing to cause him to flinch and bruise from the force. He snaps his head to the scout, and the scout, now realizing how much she fucked up begins clutching the break of her ATV. Her ATV doesn’t slow down in time as Carmine fires three shots at her. One of the shots goes wide and misses, the second grazes her arm, but the third pierces her throat. She clutches at her throat with one and falls backward, one hand still death gripping the brake, the uneven steering and the violent braking causes the ATV to flip.
“I need you start swerving around and make these bastards on our tail get closer so I can nail them with the last bean can!”
Victor fires another burst taking out a scout that had been harassing the passenger side of the car. Overhearing the conversation, he taps Carmine’s sides and gets his attention. “Or what we could do. Hey Devin, how close are they!”
“They’re pretty close Victor!”
“How close?”
“About mouth to exhaust pipe distance! Why?” The realization dawns on Devin as he ducks back down to avoid the shots and he promptly gets back on the turret and focuses on ahead.
“Okay, thank you!” Turning his attention back to Carmine, Victor says, “Slam the brakes, this is going to be funny.”
“Oh, fuck yeah!” Carmine laughs out. Carmine abruptly slams on the brakes of the car, it takes a moment as the wheels fail to find traction on the sand, but it isn’t too long as a violent crash and shake of the car tells them as much. “Shit, one of them had a brain cell to rub between their fingers.” Luckily fortune was on their side as the sudden jolt from one of the scouts crashing into them managed to jolt the radio back to life. Unfortunately, though, one of the scouts speeds past them.
The trio lets out an elated cry as the music comes back on, but the elation is short lived as a frustrated shout from Devin alerts them to some unfortunate news. “Fuck he’s getting away and the rest of those braindead barbarians are heading into that sandstorm!”
Carmine steps on the gas and starts chasing after him and Victor leans out the window and takes aim with the crossbow. “Yeah, no we don’t do that here,” Victor states matter-of-factly. “Carmine step on it I want to make sure I land this.”
Carmine nods and tightens his grip on the wheel as the RPM hits the redline once more. “Alright hold on!”
The last scout looks behind himself as the sound of death rumbles like an engine getting pushed to its limits. Seeing how quickly the armored car is gaining on him, he hunches over and begins silently praying for mercy. His prayers are cut short as he feels a sharp pain pierce through his lower back, and he begins swerving wildly into the sandstorm, following the taillights and silhouettes of the other technicals as best he can through the storm.
Victor brings out a tracker and begins monitoring the tracker bolt. “And now we follow him through the storm.”
Devin hunkers down and suddenly jolts, a new fun idea pops up in his head. “Hey Carmine, pause the music. We’re going to be making an entrance!”
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In the middle of the sandstorm the Rust Fiendz bicker and panic amongst themselves through their radios.
“Who the fuck were those guys?!”
“How the hell am I supposed to know!”
“Are you retarded! The Hive lords probably had enough of our shit. They sent someone to kill us!”
“We’re all going to di-“
“SHUT THE FUCK YOU WASTERS AND LISTEN HERE!” Their warchief screams over the radio, the sheer volume of causing the sound quality to warp and distort the audio of their poorly maintained radios. “We probably lost those jackasses in the storm by now, just keep driving. Furiosa!” He calls out.
“Furiosa you useless bitch! Answer me!” he angrily shouts again through the radio.
A calm voice, much too calm and collected to be a raider answers him back, “We’re almost out of the storm boss. It won’t be too long now.”
The warchief throws up a hand in exasperation. “Now you fucking answer.”
“Apologies sir, I was focusing.” She replies, her voice showing no hint of emotion.
“Yeah, well next time do it quicker.”
“Yes sir.”
The Rust Fiendz keep a tight formation as they follow Furiosa’s dune buggy as it takes the lead and guides them out of the storm. Once they’re out of the storm, Furiosa circles around and parks next to the Warchief’s pickup truck. Her vehicle compared to the rest of the group is well maintained with only light rusting here and there.
“Wait holy shit! The hell is that coming at us!” One of the raiders shout out over the radio.
Everyone draws their respective firearms and aims it at the red blinking light coming at them from the depths of the sandstorm. The air is suffocating now as the red gets closer and closer; it’s blinking becoming more rapid and it’s light brighter and brighter. All of them tense up as they hear an engine’s rumble get closer until suddenly something bursts out from the storm and everyone begins indiscriminately blasting at whatever had made the mistake of fucking with their crew.
The gun fire and shooting lasts for a good solid minute, the bullets kicking up sand, the muzzle flash lights the midnight sky and the smoke obscures everyone’s vision. Eventually the shots die down and so does the smoke revealing.
“H-Holy fuck!”
“You GODDAMN IDIOTS!” The Warchief shouts as everyone takes a good look at the swiss-cheesed remains of the last scout and the unidentifiable heap of scrap that was his vehicle. Before the Warchief could shout anymore abuse and obscenities at his band of idiots and jackasses.
Furiosa, the only competent member, says something over the radio. “Listen!” Everyone stops what they’re doing and does as she says. They listen intently and all they can hear is the rumble of their engines, the howling sandstorm and...
“Whistling?”
The whistling is distant, but overtime it gets louder and louder until they also hear the sounds of-
“Are those fucking guitars?”
“I hear a rattle...”

Slide your feet up the street, bend your back

“Is that singing?”

Shift your arm then you pull it back

Everyone’s collective blood runs cold as the familiar tune starts playing through the sandstorm and the sound of an engine gets louder and louder.
Life is hard don’t you know
And then once more silence.
...
...
...
“The fuck did it-“
For once in the Rust Fiendz collective lives, they did something in unison. They screamed as an armored car with people shouting-

"OOOOHHH WWHHHEEYYY OOOHHH!"

Landed on and crushed the occupants of a Cadillac, scratching another off their list of technicals.

SO STRIKE A POSE ON A CADILLAC

Chapter 6:
IN AN ESCAPE POD WONDERING IF THIS TRULY IS THE LAST
静けさが追いつめる

“OH BY THE COMMON GOOD WHY! WHY! WHY!?” Cried Akali as one of the buttons he pressed only caused the escape pod to accelerate even faster. He clutched the sides of his head and began pacing in circles.

“How do I always get myself into these sorts of situations?!” he desperately shouted his hands grasping at the air, helplessly reaching out for something that wasn’t. He asked the question over and over again, but his desperate cries were answered only by the deafening roar of the escape pods thruster as it hurtled through space.

The escape pod blared.
“W-what is it now!” Quickly Akali rushed over to the main console of the escape pod to see what else the universe wanted to add to his woes. His eyes widened and all the feathers on his cobra-like hood flared out, a primordial fight or flight response to scare off predators or to make oneself blend better with shrubs and bushes to ambush prey. However, this response would do nothing as he couldn’t scare a console, nor were there any bushes to hide in from the decrepit satellites.



And like that hope was reignited in Akali as he frantically reached for the glove compartment, his hands fumbling the latch to open it. Each time it did his heart rate would spike until. “YES FINALLY!” He triumphantly shouted as he opened up the glove compartment. Instantly he looked down and all that met him was a pocket of darkness as black as the void around him as the glove compartment was empty. Save for a hastily written note that read.
The User Manual is currently being inspected by Health and Safety Specialist: Orza T’igalma. Please DO NOT use the Escape pod during this inspection period.
~Yours truly Cleaning and Maintenance Specialist ‘Gumpy’
P.S. Stop calling me a Janitor. I am a Cleaning and Maintenance Specialist dammit!
The light in Akali’s eyes faded out upon reading the note. His mind shutting off completely, tuning out the rattling and occasional impact that shook the escape pod as it barreled through the halo of space debris and satellites that surrounded the dead planet that the escape pod was on a hell-bent collision course towards. However, his mind was able to think of one thing; the crewmember he had encountered during his rush to get to his uncle, the various signs that got knocked out during his collision with said crewmember, and even the janitor’s scrubs that the crewmember wore. Then the pieces started fitting together; and he realized that one of those signs looked oddly like the one used for escape pods back on the station he was previously on.
The feathers on his hood spiked up as he let out a primal screech, “LORD GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCE SO THAT I CAN MURDER THAT MANGY LO’HAAANNN!!”
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Meanwhile on the Great Endeavor.
Several members of The Great Endeavor’s security team rushed to the escape pods; the order had just been given. It was a ‘Centauri protocol’ which called for the security team’s best equipment and their best members.
“What in Hel’s embrace?” One of the Vicaik members exclaimed.
“What?” One of them asked.
“Where the Hel are the signs?”
“What signs?”
“The signs.” The Vicaik stated again, pointing at the empty mounts and missing placards. The other members began looking around and sure enough, the signs were gone.
“It shouldn’t even matter. We know where they are,” One of the members said dismissively.
“I know that, but isn’t the captain’s nephew new?”
One of the crewmembers pauses at this and strokes their chin at the observation. “By about... a little less than a week why?”
...
...
The Vicaik slaps a heavy paw to their forehead. “Shit, that explains it!” He exclaims.
“Explains what?”
“He probably didn’t even memorize the layout! Also, that janitor probably screwed up some of the electrical systems while cleaning and probably shorted out some of the signs.”
“And?”
“You know what he always does. He always takes the damn signs to electrical to ‘have them fixed’. Before the Vicaik can elaborate more on the topic, an alert on their PDA’s draws their attention.
 

A.N: Hope you guys liked this chapter.
Also, Question: Should I make the chapters their own separate posts or should I keep doing what I'm doing now? Any other feedback, critiques, or criticisms are very much welcome.
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2023.05.31 13:49 HogueOne My First New Vehicle!

Hello there!
I recently pulled the trigger on a 2023 Kia Niro PHEV EX in white - And I'm thrilled to be joining the crew here on reddit. It won't be delivered for a couple months, but this will be my first new vehicle, so I'm very excited! I hope I don't offend anyone but I have a lot of questions. By no means do I expect anyone to answer them all, but I would greatly appreciate it if someone could pick just one question and offer their input. Thanks in advance!
  1. I'm not as informed as I would like to be about the maintenance costs of PHEVs. Hopefully someone who owns one would be willing to compare their experience with a 2023 Kia Niro PHEV to their last ICE vehicle. For example, is it much more expensive to do a brake job because of the regenerative brakes? Also, If most of your commute is powered by the battery instead of the ICE, what kind of interval are you looking at for oil changes? I recognize that this can vary broadly in a case by case basis, but I imagine there must be a maximum amount of time your engine oil can sit in there unused.
  2. I live in a cold climate where there's snow on the ground for half the year. Our temperature can range from anywhere between -40 and +40 degrees C. Thankfully I have a garage I will be storing the vehicle in to charge, but I'm curious to know how much range I should expect to lose by turning it on to warm up while it's still plugged in. Sadly I will only have a stage 1 charger for the time being @ 120v, so I doubt it will be able to recharge as quickly as it's using power to heat.
  3. I recently had to deal with an accident where someone struck my vehicle while it was parked, and I wasn't present to witness. So I'm definitely considering a dash cam that has a parking monitor on it, but obviously that will put a little bit more demand on the battery. Does anyone with a PHEV or an EV who uses a dash cam with a parking monitor know how much of a toll it takes on the range? I may opt to get an external battery that I will have to take out to charge every once in awhile, but it would obviously be more ideal to just set it and forget it.
  4. Unfortunately the EX was the only trim available in Canada for the PHEV version. Does anybody have any experience modding their vehicle in an effort to get some of the features of higher trim levels? EG: Vented Seats, Power folding mirrors, Power liftgate, etc.
  5. I'm interested in upgrading the audio in the vehicle and I'm curious to see if anyone has already done so, and wouldn't mind sharing their experience and recommendations for this particular model.
  6. I've heard that the Kia Niro is not as well insulated as some other vehicles and as a result is louder on the road. Has anyone taken steps to address this by buying additional insulation or other methods? I would like to know what my options are.
  7. In my province, you are required to display a front and a rear license plate, which is a bit annoying since it can really be an eye sore. With that being said, I'm wondering if anybody has identified a source that makes aftermarket grilles that may be compatible with retractable or recessed license plates. I'm capable of drawing a custom one in 3D, but it wouldn't be possible to print something that large unless it came in pieces you would have to assemble, which isn't ideal. Not to mention the fact that I don't have a 3D printer...
  8. Speaking of 3D printing, does anybody have any recommendations for 3D printed accessories that have improved your experience with the vehicle? If not, is there something lacking that could possibly be addressed with a 3D printed part? I'd be happy to assist in drawing it.
  9. What other accessories have you purchased that have improved your experience with the Niro in particular? Of course there are a wide range of accessories that are compatible with all vehicles, but I'm more interested in model specific items for this discussion.
  10. Lastly, I have connections that I hope to use to get the vehicle PPF'd and Vinyl wrapped as soon as I possibly can while it's in pristine condition. Because the vehicle is white, I could opt to only wrap the accents that it already has in a different color, but I'm not sure. Has anyone wrapped their Kia in a different color? I would love to see pictures.
You've reached the end! Thank you so much for reading.
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2023.05.31 12:13 DrinksalottaWine 32 [M4F] Zambia. Looking for someone to share paradise with (a movie).

The Plot: A youngish guy who calls Zambia home begins the search for a forever partner. Due to the reasonably remote area in which he lives (a national park filled with elephants, lions, zebra, painted dogs, leopards and the rest) he decides to ask the Great Reddit Gods for assistance. He fearlessly speaks to ladies from around the globe until a certain someone (you) piques his interest. Cue a few weeks / months of engaging conversation, banter, and video calls with wine in hand until both decide a meeting is needed. A nervous few weeks ensue as he frets the small things, but excitement too as he dreams of showing her this land he loves so much. Finally she arrives; picked up at the airport and escorted to a smaller plane which she alights to find him, a bottle of champagne, and a 40min flight to paradise where he works. The trip is incredible. She sees the mighty river in which his lodge sits astride, and listens to the sounds of the world before we humans wrecked it. She comes within metres of Africa at its wildest. She meets his family, his ground of friends from all over the world (literally, UK, USA, France, Africa, even Australia) who once came to Zambia and then refused to leave. The spark is real, the feeling is mutual, the plan for a permanent move is discussed and a life together begins...
Main Character - Me: Caucasian African, passionate conservationist. Longtime career in hospitality as a barista, chef, cocktail bartender, restaurateur, sommelier, and now luxury safari lodge manager. Bookworm and oenophile, fierce debater and passionate lover of 'the old ways' including strong and supportive women, some traditional family values, and close friendships conducted in person not over the phone. A man who, whilst not lonely, definitely wishes to be lucky enough to share his life with someone, and hopefully to even start a family one day. Someone who laughs easily, cares deeply, and dreams endlessly.
Main Character - You: Smart, strong, and kind. Someone learned - not necessarily in academia, but in life and in a passion for knowledge. Someone who sits up until the wee hours with wine and snacks solving all the world's problems, only to revise them the next weekend to discuss again. You love nature, and feel your soul's weariness ease with the passing of a good sunset, or the viewing of a pretty bird. You'll know, somehow, deeply, that the 'developed' world has lost its mind, and crave more even though you don't necessarily consciously understand it yet. You'll have a thirst for adventure, and a passion for something - be it art, music, literature, conservation, or even stargazing - and it'll make your eyes sparkle to talk about. You'll be brave, or want to be braver, and you'll think this post is utterly mad - but it'll intrigue you enough to get in touch.
So tell me, what animal will you want to see most when you visit, and what dish will I be cooking for you first?
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2023.05.31 07:54 AHauntedBarista I worked at a cafe that served the supernatural. There is a city deep in the forest; it is the home of an ancient deity.

My name is Axel, as most of you know. The shop is closed permanently, which is good because all of my recent efforts have been focused on finding Selene. There have been signs and I am certain she still exists in this reality, but I am starting to wonder if I even want to find her. Because of everything that happened, she is really all that is left for me. She is the only one with answers.
But if none of that makes sense, go here. You have some catching up to do.
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We left off with us prior baristas agreeing to follow Em and her father to the city they called home. A city called Fraeria. Usually the supernatural activity surrounding the Drowsy Spectre only occurred at night, so I was a bit confused when Em asked us to arrive in the parking lot during the day. At around 4pm we gathered outside the shop. I had expected Amber to be there for some reason, ready to impart some sort of cryptic wisdom in return for buying a candle. She wasn't there, though, and her car was absent too. Whatever Selene did with those marks seemed to have scared everyone and everything away.
Silence demanded to come along. The black snake had to see Em's father, she had closure to achieve and I think a bit of revenge perhaps. There wasn't much a small reptile like her could do, especially since she'd been turned into a non-venomous species. That wasn't for me to question. Silence had been a snake so long that she couldn't even remember who she was before; who was I to refuse her the possibility of some answers?
Anyway, we were in the parking lot. Em's father refused to give us his actual name, so we came to know him as Guide. It seems creatures of his kind prefer titles that describe their purpose, not the names given at their creation or birth. We didn't speak much before Guide led us into the forest surrounding the cafe, but it was a very long walk ahead and eventually Barrow approached me.
"Did you bring the doll?"
I didn't see a reason to be dishonest. "It is gone."
"What?"
"That wish you had me make? It caused this." I showed him my wrist. "My wish to end it burned the doll to a crisp."
"Interesting." He then fell behind a bit, lost in thought.
We stopped to eat at some point when it got dark. Seeing as one of the main rules of the cafe was to not be outside at night, I was a bit nervous. Nomic ended up tagging along, enticed by the healing of his mind. Guide did not promise anything, but he certainly did suggest that it was possible in the magical city he was leading us to. Our party included Em, Barrow, Nomic, myself, and Guide.
"We cannot stop for long." Guide stated after summoning a fire with the clap of his hands. "Even my power will not protect you from everything this strange forest harbors."
"So it is even strange to you?" Barrow asked.
Guide laughed. "I may wander it, but that does not mean I have a clue what it is. My people are not of this world, but can be brought here through this forest. Where I am from, we are called Elwae. It is your people that have given us strange titles from your children's tales."
"Wait, so Em is not a pixie?" I asked.
"You decide what is in a name. She is to you whatever you call her. A flower, or a stone." He eyed the darkening forest. "I am curious; what has become of your giant?"
"We have not seen him since the teeth got him." Em answered.
I recalled Tall Ben asking for help. Maybe if I would have accepted, he would be here to assist us in this time of trouble. "Maybe they ate him up. The tooth plague killed Heartmin. Might've taken longer, but I don't see why it couldn't chew him up too."
"I thought he was more resilient. The giant would have been a proper ally in darker hours yet to come."
Ominous. "What do you mean by that?"
He chose not to answer. Instead, he produced some fish from his bag. He passed it to Em, who then placed it over the fire. "There is food if you are hungry."
"No strings?"
Em looked at Barrow. "Why do you think he gave it to me first?"
He accepted this before taking one of her wooden plates.
I was not satisfied with the lack of answer. "Guide, what did you mean by that?"
"There are birthing pains here. Something draws near and this issue of ours is merely a symptom." He grinned. "It would have been much easier for you if you would have let me turn you into some rodent, yeah? I little bird, perhaps." That's what Selene called me. How did he know that? "Do you still have that one little trouble maker? The snake, that is. Oh, and that lizard too. I do hope they've adjusted well."
"They are free now."
"Are they? I've watched closely. So far I've not seen them leave your apartment. I could change them back, you know, for a price."
He wanted a deal. "I'm not playing this game!"
A hand rested on my knee. "You okay man?" It was Nomic; he looked concerned. "Your face is all red."
It was then I realized that no one else had commented on our conversation, or even taken notice. Had it been in my head? Guide gave me a knowing smirk and invaded my thoughts once again. "Just between us. Think on it."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired." I lied to Nomic. Em's father would be trouble, it seemed. That wasn't much of a surprise.
A little voice tickled my ear. "Kill him." I couldn't answer discretely enough to not be noticed. Silence spoke once more with a long hiss. "Hurt him."
I gently place a hand on my shoulder, comforting the snake underneath my coat. It was still cold around my neck of the woods and Silence always got... irritated at such temperatures. This area shouldn't have been that cold, though, but I could only blame that on the unnatural forest we found ourselves in. As night grew later, it only got worse. The fire was going strong, despite its unnatural creation. There was no time to sleep, it seemed, as after only roughly two hours of sitting Guide demanded we all prepare to move again. To my comfort, the forest was not silent. Crickets chirped despite the cold weather and even bats could be heard squeaking overhead. Other than the company, everything seemed completely normal about the forest that surrounded the cafe. I assumed this was because we entered it during the day and not when the sun set but, if that was the case, then how could it possibly lead us to this supernatural civilization that Guide and Em were from?
Those questions were answered when we saw the first teeth. They were stuck in a tree that bled sap. At our approach, the teeth wiggled but could not make the tree move towards us. I feared that because they were there, that may mean that the rest of our troublesome neighbors might also make an appearance.
"Is she a friend?" A little voice whispered to me along the way. Silence slithered closer to my ear. "The spider-woman?"
I glanced behind us and saw a face in the trees. It was a familiar one and, for anyone other than me, might deceive a lonely man into becoming a meal. I had already fallen to her whims once, but this was not the same. Her eyes gazed with fear at our guide, Em's father, and she beckoned me closer. I fell discretely to the back of the line, just near enough for her to climb overhead. Ramata was her name, as some of you might remember.
I saw her full glory. The head and torso of a woman, but with many legs sprouting from under her shoulders. There were far more than eight, as a normal spider would have, instead boasting more than a dozen. They each ended with black hands full of sharp nails. She moved with complete silence, not even disturbing Guide. If I did not trust her intentions due to our prior history, I would have fled into the dark full of the most potent terror.
She came lower, just barely in the aura of our flashlights. I was happy to see that the teeth had not infected her. Yet, at least. A few steps behind Nomic, I fell behind as far as I felt comfortable.
"I assume you will hold true to your word?"
"I will. We are friends, my love." She whispered. Her voice was the wind, so slight and discrete; just for me. "You saved my children."
None of the others had noticed, but I kept my voice as low as I could regardless. "Then why are you stalking us?"
"That man's people come from a different world, one who shall bring forth a being that shall determine the fate of all things. My web stretches to many places, dear one. I have heard many things from those that wander into my traps." She waited, expecting me to have something to say. I didn't. "But there is tell that a human shall write about such things and influence the destiny of that world with mere words."
"You came here only to tell me that?"
I didn't intend to offend her, but she was far too cryptic for any use. "Destiny doesn't mean peace, young love. It is destined that all things will one day die. It may be in your power to halt this being from gaining the might to direct fate. Do not speak to the voice in the light, do not speak with the devil that is called Elidian."
"I am pretty tired of speaking with devils. It seems I've made deals with far too many."
"But this one will not come to strike a deal. Your heart; he will play it like a stringed instrument, and you will be inspired as any writer is. Do not listen." Her all too human eyes flickered towards Em's father. "And do not be mistaken; your guide has no intention of letting you return home."
"I know."
Suddenly she went silent, her face vanishing into the darkness. Ramata came bringing only questions, ones that I could not bring to anyone in our company. I did not trust Barrow anymore and could hardly trust Em with her father around. Nomic wouldn't have anything valuable to say considering he didn't even know who he was. That left Silence, who had decided to live up to her name and not answer anything I sent her way.
The insects had gone quiet. That was when I registered that Ramata wasn't being cryptic in her departure;
She had fled.
Em's father must have caught on as well, because he halted the journey. "Don't make a sound."
He did not turn off the flashlight, so I assumed it was safe to scan the trees. There sounded like a strong breeze to my left, approaching from the distance. But... the trees were swaying. I could hear leaves being picked up and thrashed about by the gust.
Then we all saw it. White dots crawling along the floor, carried on the backs of a living horde. Insects, rodents; an amalgamation of predators and prey driven on by their parasites. I grabbed Em, who was nearest, in a desperate bid to survive. These things hunted by sound and touch; we had once chance. I took my coat, wrapped it around her, and covered her completely. There was a nearby tree just wide enough for us to hide behind and I had only seconds to reach it.
That sound still echoes in my mind. Not one of the animals cried out, not one. But they got closer and I could hear tiny footsteps on the ground, I could feel the ground tremble with the sheer number of legs that the stampede boasted.
I thanked whatever god was listening that I wore gloves that day, because my hand was still out when the plague struck. It was a sparrow that smacked into it, slamming into the ground. The creature was surely crushed underneath the combined might of the horde. I could feel thousands of tiny legs crawl all over me and could only pray that they did not approach my exposed face.
Em was covered, I was not.
Something landed on me, something rather large but with many legs. It was not swept away immediately.
It crawled and clicked as it searched out flesh it surely sensed. Was it my breathing, was it my own trembling teeth?
You know how you can anticipate touch? Feel it before it happens? I knew it was going to reach me. I was going to die. I felt the tickle, the tiny sensation of an insect gripping onto a tiny pore. When it did, I felt something try to bite down on the bit of my exposed neck.
With only one option, I took a risk and grabbed the insect before the teeth on it could multiply using my own flesh. I saw a massive centipede covered in wiggled teeth from all manner of creatures. When I dropped it, it vanished into the sea of infected forest life. It seemed the hive mind was loose because none of them came for me.
And then it was over. We stayed in place to let those that fell behind catch up. Once the horde of teeth and meat was gone, I quickly checked my own neck. Em, sensing safety, assisted me and I nearly cheered when she swore I had no teeth on my neck. A tiny little red mark, a gentle cut, was the only evidence I had been bitten. Was that enough? Was I infected? Even now, I do not know.
Nomic and Em's father had the wisdom to cover up and hide. I was relieved to see that, regardless of how impossible it seemed, we had all escaped the tooth plague without infection. A minute or two after, the sounds of the natural forest returned.
"We need to move." Em's father was the first to break the silence. "No more speaking until I say."
Eventually we stopped to rest. This time, Guide told us that sleeping for a few hours would be possible. "We have crossed the threshold into the realm of the Elwae. Sleep easy tonight."
But I was the last to fall asleep. That was thanks to his constant gaze that never wavered from my face. Eventually I heard his voice once more, his mouth moved, but no one stirred. "You brought one of them with you, I see. The quiet snake. If I am honest, I do not even remember her name." He laughed at the fate he delivered to her. "Keep her. I am very curious to see what she plans to accomplish."
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Our journey from then on was uneventful. We got maybe four or five hours of sleep, which was surprisingly not interrupted. I don't know if Barrow sleeps, though. I was the first one to wake up and even found that Em's father had fallen asleep. Barrow, however, arrived before the others woke up. He had been in the woods relieving himself. He had been gone for quite a while though.
During the early morning hours the woods were quite peaceful and pleasant to traverse. I did notice the occasional rodent with white marks on its body, sick with the plague that I somehow unleashed. There were some on the plants as well and, despite Guide's confidence that they were completely safe, he gave the plagued portions of the woods a wide pass.
But then we came to a treeline. It was the end of the haunted woods that separated the cafe from the many strange worlds beyond. A rolling field separated us from a city that was surprisingly modern. Skyscrapers of foreign design rose high into the sky. There were streets below with regular traffic, but everything was designed with a certain lack of color. Every structure was metallic or concrete. The City Fraeria was not the nature-haven I expected. I thought of elves from Lord of the Rings, or Fae Forests with entire kingdoms being carved from the wood of ancient trees. Instead Em's people lived in a place not entirely different from us, but with far more of a sleek taste. The buildings were very... sharp. Human skyscrapers are usually built with an antenna of some kind on top. Instead these seemed like knives meant to not just scrape the sky, but cut them open with surgical precision.
"That is not what I expected." Nomic confessed. "Why is there an entire metropolis in the middle of the woods?"
"It was all a forest once." Guide replied. "All of your cities. We only had the heart not to destroy the rest." He certainly wasn't wrong. "Come. We seek an audience with the Eilin Hae. Only with his permission can we go to the fountain of life. This is his city, we are his people, and it is that light that powers this place. He will need convincing."
Guide looked at me. "I don't have anything for him. He's your leader, that is up to you."
"I think you will be surprised, Mr. White. Eilin Hae finds worth deep in the soul. Come; every second wasted is a risk I am not willing to take."
We crossed the fields of fine grass, passing into a realm that wasn't quite the same as the one we had come from. It was like a mirror but with small mistakes in the design. The broken stripes on the road were yellow instead of white, the green traffic lights were purple instead for no particular reason. There were shops along the sidewalks and people that looked as human as myself went about their business. Everyone was generally taller, however, which made me quite confused as to why Em was so small. She took giant potions, after all, to make herself capable of blending in with humans.
That was a sensitive question to ask, however, and I wasn't going to be the one to voice it despite my curiosities. We were ticking bombs, capable of dying if the ritual that we were marked for was attempted again.
"We are missing someone." Em's father announced, halting the journey.
It was only then that any of us noticed Barrow's absence. I had been walking in the back and hadn't even noticed his departure. "Could he have been... snatched?"
"No. That is not how things are done here." Our guide scanned the nearby alleys. "Where has he gone? Tell me now." Seeing as, so far as I know, none of us had any idea, his demand was met with silence. "This is not a place for a human to wander. No matter, he will turn up if he wishes to ever make it home. Only the Elwae can find this place, and only an Elwae can navigate our side of the forest."
Our journey continued, but I approached Em. "Where did he go?"
She was his closest friend, but even she was unaware. "This place really isn't safe. It is hardly the place for him to wander off on his own."
"Will he be fine?"
"He better be. We don't have time to go looking for him, but..." She glanced at her father. "Maybe we should? We must see the Eilin Hae in his tower. I told Barrow about that and while he might not know his way around the city, the tower can't be missed."
Em sounded like she was trying to convince herself. I didn't like it, especially considering the fact that my burned wrist was thanks to Barrow's wish. He was up to something and my ability to trust him was waning. But, if I am honest, at the moment my mind was greatly preoccupied with the strange city and had no room to worry about Barrow's antics.
There was a massive building near the center of the city. It rose as high into the sky as the others, even taller than those around it, but the length and width were impressive too. This dwarfed even the greatest of our structures and it seemed to be our destination. Guide led us up the steps towards the front door and was stopped by professionally dressed security personnel. Again, this place was not very different from our own world.
After a short, hushed discussion, we were granted entry. We were each given a green wristband, very similar to the pink ones given to guests at hospitals, and ferried inside. The sideways glances we received within were far sharper than I had seen outside. We were not welcome in the city, but much less in the heart of their home, whatever "they" were. I counted myself lucky to discover that they had elevators. Of course, that seems obvious to assume, but we had walked all the way to the building instead of driving. That took a while and made me nervous seeing as Em's father didn't seem to have a limit to his endurance. Guide pressed the top button of the elevator and so began our long ascent to the highest floor.
The design was the same even inside the building, right down to the interior of the elevator. Dark metal, trimmed occasionally with wood. It wasn't iron, obviously, otherwise Em's father would be in incredible pain. There wasn't a single scratch on any of the polished metal; it was like a dark mirror wherever I looked.
The lights shined with a hint of emerald green, as if to mimic the natural sheen trees made when the sun poured from their canopy. Finally the elevator doors opened into a short hallway. That hall had double doors that a well-dressed man opened at our approach. We had to show our wristbands, let the barcode be scanned, and only when each of us passed were we able to enter.
What we found inside was not meant for human eyes.
Have you ever driven up to a crossroads and stopped, but when you stare ahead it seems like everything is sort of... zooming out? Or sometimes in, I guess. Within the room was what amounted to a portal of sorts. I could circle the center of the room as much as I wanted, but if I got closer it just... kept going. I barely made a dent in the distance that separates me from the brilliant green eye that watched us. It was celestial in size, my mind knew that, dwarfing even our own planet. But how could that fit in a room?
This being was nearly identical to the terrible Eye of Gold and Crimson that I had spoken with all those months ago. It was garbed in a storm that could not be measured, arcs of emerald lightning flashed but seemed as tiny things from such a distance. But it did not speak with the mouths of discarded flesh like the Eye of Gold. Instead, there was a woman sitting between us and the nigh-infinite walk to the eye. She got up from the floor and turned to greet us.
"I am The Eilin Hae." She said.
Or he, I guess? They had all referred to The Eilin Hae as a man. Being in the presence of what amounted to a god did not have the effect one may have expected. She was... a person. In appearance, that is. I anticipated a powerful voice, one that would inspire me to bend a knee and hide my face. But, as far as intimidation, I felt as if I was meeting the CEO of some business.
"My lady." Our guide bowed. We followed suit, but the pronoun he used further confused me. "A forbidden ritual has latched itself onto my daughter and these common people with me. We ask to visit the Infinite Sight."
When she stepped forward, she was no longer drowned by the green eye's countenance. It was only then that I saw her eyes burned with a similar light. When she spoke, that same glow was escaping from the depths of her throat, as if some great emerald fire burned at her core. That fixed my mind's mistake in relating her to a person. Those eyes... I felt like staring into them would burn mine out, blind me like the sun itself. But blind more than just my vision, blind my spirit and will entirely.
"Even if I accepted, your daughter is not human. Who is to say if the Infinite Sight has seen her? It belongs to wyr only."
"Even we were once wyr, my lady, were we not?"
She considered this. "An interesting thought. What reason would I allow this? What will you offer me in return?" The Eilin Hae's gaze abandoned Guide and fell to Nomic. "What can a lost man offer when he doesn't know his own name?" Then Em. "Or a girl who has no people?"
Then finally, she looked upon me. "But this is interesting." Then she came closer. She wore long robes of dark gray. Stitches of deep green made patterns all over her garb, an outfit of a deeply religious zealot. Every step seemed sacred, with the potential to bring any of us to our end. I did not know the meaning of the title "god" until I faced that gaze. But it was not hers, it belonged instead to the endless power that spoke through her.
"One that doesn't know his name, one that doesn't know her people, and one that I do not know. What sort of company have you brought me, Eruli?" I didn't remember falling to my knees, but there I was. She knelt to meet my gaze. "You know things, things you shouldn't know. There are machines that rely on the tiniest piece to run at all. If that tiny piece is removed, it falls apart."
Her hands were warm, she took mine and held them. "You have seen the abomination? The Eye of Two Colors?" I nodded, my tongue tied up in my mouth. "There is one that shall bear that golden gaze but, unlike my emerald eyes, that power will be at their command. I am simply the devout of the Eye of the Wilds."
"What do you want?" I finally asked.
She smiled. "That you keep your word. Write."
For reasons I still don't know, I found myself crying. Write? Write?! I keep being told to do that, and I am writing, but I know they weren't talking about this series of updates. There was something more and no one wanted to give me answers. "You... you aren't the first to ask. Write what?"
"You will know very soon. The Infinite Sight will allow you to see." She stood. "He is permitted to go. The others have nothing worth offering, so they may leave."
That wasn't enough of an answer for me. Waiting was done; I came here to fix my arm and find answers, to start my search for Selene. Cryptic instructions would not do. But Em's Father, who the Eilin Hae had called Eruli, clenched his fist. He barely held himself back, struggling to remain on his knees. "But... but my daughter will-"
"We all go, or I won't." I bargained my own importance. I could choose not to write whatever it was they found so important. "I won't go to the light."
Eilin Hae stared at me for a time before she finally spoke. "What is most curious about you, Axel White, is that you deem yourself a Fatewriter of more than just the story alloted to you. How is it your right to judge the fate of these with you?"
"How is it yours?"
"A wise answer. This is your bargain, I will accept."
Ramata had warned me not to listen to the devil that would come for me. She hadn't begged anything of me, however, so I accepted the deal. "Then I will go, but they will come with me."
She nodded and her eyes began to burn with further brilliance. The green wristbands we wore glowed in response. "And there is evidence of my permission. You may-"
Suddenly we were all knocked to the ground, the entire building shook as if it caught in a whirlwind. Even the Eilin Hae fell, striking the hardwood floor with a thud. She quickly recovered. "You brought it here!"
Before we could ask her what, the top of the building was peeled away. There were cloudy, gray skies on the horizon but above us was a black abyss. Deep in that darkness was a golden gaze, wreathed in a terrible storm, burning with a crimson glow. The Eye of Gold and Crimson had arrived.
"Leave!" Eilin Hae roared.
Flesh fell in squishing lumps. It looked like... chicken, blended with bloody ground beef. In mere seconds those clumps shaped themselves into poor imitations of living creatures. Those limbs were meant to be legs, but they barely supported the misshapen figure that tried to balance on them. More formed. Some had giant mouths, much like I had seen before, and others eyes or ears. There were no speeches this time, though. Instead the mouths simply babbled nonsense as they charged. We had only seconds to process this before the first abomination got its limbs around a nearby security personnel. The wad of flesh ripped off pieces of the Elwae with ease and, by merely touching the detached flesh, turned it into a mush that it threw to the side.
It took only moments to reduce him to a lump of flesh, only a gurgled cry later and he was gone.
Em's father grabbed my arm firmly, revealing that I was the only one stuck in place. So mesmerizing was the impossible sight that I had forgotten about my own life, which was clearly in peril. Even without the minions of the Eye of Gold, I would die. The building was coming down!
Against all my instincts, I followed Em's father and the others into a deathbox that was the elevator. It was the only way down, aside from jumping. Every time it shook, I was certain we were dead. Every shutter brought a prayer to my lips, but I didn't know what I was even praying to. Something listened, however, as the doors finally opened to a chaotic ground floor.
The front doors were shattered and there was no longer any security at the door. The city was full of screams. Cars were wrecked all along the full streets and fires burned everywhere.
Over the chaos, Em's father took charge. "Leave! We leave the city!" He put his hands in front of him and grasped at air, then pulled the empty space in front of him apart. As if tearing the fabric of reality, he ripped open a hole in the air. A boom, like thunder exploding just overhead, nearly burst my eardrums. Nomic and I were knocked to the ground, but Em seemed more ready.
I couldn't hear anymore, but I could see that Em was fighting her father. All my ears could do was ring. He grabbed her by the collar, ignored her scratching and fighting, and threw her into the hole. She went flying and I lost sight of her. Em's father then dragged me to my feet and I was shoved inside, followed by Nomic.
Just as my hearing was coming back, the hole slammed in on itself and shattered my senses once more. But when I came to, I realized that Em's father had not come along. We were back in the woods, who knows how far away from the city, and we no longer had our guide. Em screamed at the air.
My hearing was coming back again. "What... what happened?"
"He's still there." Em began to cry. "He is still in the city. You can't use your own portal... there isn't a way for him to follow."
"We don't have Barrow either." Nomic rubbed his ears hard. "We have to go back."
"How? I can't open portals."
"Portals? I didn't even know portals existed until today! You know more than the rest of us. If you can't do that... then we walk. That is how we got there, after all." I answered.
She shook her head. "Only pixies know the way."
This mission was about more than saving myself. I needed to find Selene and that meant I needed to be alive. "Your father himself said y'all aren't pixies. He called himself an Elwae. You aren't a pixie and you aren't a human, you are an Elwae like the rest of them. You can do this. Take us back."
"How?"
"I don't care how!" I snapped. I know, bad timing, but is there a good time to break? "Do something, quit asking for guidance! We. Don't. Know! Barrow is still there and we are still marked! I only have more questions, no answers!" We still had our wristbands. "This is our key. We go back and you'll lead us to the light under the city."
"I don't know if I can." Lifted her hands, her fear driving her defensive stance. "I've never gone to the city on my own."
"Did you take any potions with you?"
Em's eyes widened slightly. That was answer enough. "No more pretending. You can't hang inbetween, you'll take your true form. Like your father said, you are not a pixie."
"Then why am I small?!" She screamed, hands in her hair. "Why aren't I like anyone else?!"
"I DON'T KNOW! You are part Elwae, so start walking!" I looked to Nomic, who was still rubbing his ears. It was only then that I realized my own aggression. Taking a deep breath usually helps; it did not fail me. "Look, we don't have a choice. If you can't take us there, you can't take us home either. Just... just start walking. That is a good place to begin."
She didn't seem to like it, but there wasn't anything else to try. Em led us into the forest in a random direction. We had only two hopes; that her blood would lead her, or that luck would be on our side.
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There is far more to tell, obviously, but that seems like a good stopping point. Kinda shitty, I know, but you'll get the rest in time. I've got a plane to catch; there was a 4chan post about a strange blue mark on some guy's wrist. Could be nothing, but I managed to set up a meeting. Writing time is up and I'll be back in a few days. This could be the one, guys.
Sorry to keep everyone waiting this long. When I am finished writing, you'll understand. Until then, be safe. There is a terrible eye on us all.
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2023.05.31 04:26 RedsModerator The Reds defeated the Red Sox by a score of 9-8 - Tue, May 30 @ 07:10 PM EDT

Reds @ Red Sox - Tue, May 30

Game Status: Final - Score: 9-8 Reds

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Reds Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Friedl - CF 3 0 0 1 0 1 2 .326 .377 .496
Barrero - CF 2 1 2 4 1 0 0 .235 .313 .353
2 McLain - SS 6 0 1 0 0 2 4 .357 .429 .554
3 India - 2B 5 1 1 0 0 1 3 .288 .372 .434
4 Fraley - DH 4 0 1 1 1 1 2 .252 .341 .404
5 Stephenson, T - C 3 1 1 0 2 1 1 .251 .343 .348
6 Steer - 1B 4 1 2 1 0 0 4 .288 .353 .485
7 Newman - 3B 4 1 0 0 1 1 3 .269 .333 .361
8 Benson - LF 5 3 3 0 0 0 3 .156 .182 .219
9 Fairchild - RF 4 1 1 1 1 2 2 .250 .348 .393
Totals 40 9 12 8 6 9 24
Reds
BATTING: 2B: Fraley (8, Garza). 3B: Benson (1, Bello); Stephenson, T (1, Sherriff). HR: Barrero (2, 7th inning off Rodríguez, J, 3 on, 1 out). TB: Barrero 5; Benson 5; Fairchild; Fraley 2; India; McLain; Steer 2; Stephenson, T 3. RBI: Barrero 4 (17); Fairchild (15); Fraley (35); Friedl (20); Steer (26). Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Steer 2; McLain; Fraley 2; Newman 2. SF: Steer. Team RISP: 1-for-15. Team LOB: 11.
FIELDING: Outfield assists: Barrero (Hernández, K at home); Fairchild (Yoshida at 2nd base). DP: (Fairchild-McLain).
Red Sox Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Tapia, R - RF 5 2 3 2 0 0 0 .277 .341 .386
2 Devers - 3B 5 1 2 2 0 1 0 .246 .286 .498
3 Turner, J - DH 5 1 1 1 0 0 1 .263 .353 .407
4 Yoshida - LF 4 0 3 1 1 0 0 .313 .389 .486
1-Reyes, P - PR 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 .273 .314 .364
5 Duran, Ja - CF 5 0 1 1 0 1 3 .293 .342 .466
6 Casas - 1B 5 0 0 0 0 2 4 .193 .308 .359
7 Hernández, K - SS 3 0 1 0 1 1 0 .237 .313 .358
8 Valdez, E - 2B 3 2 1 0 1 2 4 .247 .301 .416
9 McGuire - C 4 2 2 1 0 1 4 .293 .318 .366
Totals 39 8 14 8 3 8 16
Red Sox
1-Ran for Yoshida in the 9th.
BATTING: 2B: Duran, Ja (14, Lively); Tapia, R (4, Lively); McGuire 2 (6, Cruz, F, Salazar); Yoshida (11, Díaz, A). 3B: Tapia, R (1, Cruz, F). TB: Devers 2; Duran, Ja 2; Hernández, K; McGuire 4; Tapia, R 6; Turner, J; Valdez, E; Yoshida 4. RBI: Devers 2 (46); Duran, Ja (20); McGuire (10); Tapia, R 2 (10); Turner, J (21); Yoshida (30). 2-out RBI: McGuire; Devers; Tapia, R. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Casas; McGuire 2. Team RISP: 6-for-12. Team LOB: 7.
FIELDING: E: Hernández, K 2 (11, throw, throw).
Reds Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Lively (W, 3-2) 5.2 4 0 0 2 6 0 87-59 1.99
Young, Al (H, 7) 0.1 0 0 0 0 0 0 4-3 2.91
Cruz, F 1.0 4 3 3 0 1 0 17-13 7.47
Farmer, B 1.0 1 0 0 0 0 0 12-8 2.70
Salazar 0.1 4 5 5 1 0 0 26-16 16.20
Díaz, A (S, 13) 0.2 1 0 0 0 1 0 12-8 1.69
Totals 9.0 14 8 8 3 8 0
Red Sox Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Bello (L, 3-3) 4.0 5 1 1 2 4 0 97-61 3.89
Garza 1.2 3 2 1 1 2 0 41-27 1.42
Rodríguez, J 0.2 2 5 5 3 1 1 36-16 18.00
Sherriff 2.2 2 1 1 0 2 0 31-22 1.93
Totals 9.0 12 9 8 6 9 1
Game Info
WP: Garza.
Pitches-strikes: Lively 87-59; Young, Al 4-3; Cruz, F 17-13; Farmer, B 12-8; Salazar 26-16; Díaz, A 12-8; Bello 97-61; Garza 41-27; Rodríguez, J 36-16; Sherriff 31-22.
Groundouts-flyouts: Lively 5-4; Young, Al 0-0; Cruz, F 1-1; Farmer, B 1-0; Salazar 0-0; Díaz, A 1-0; Bello 8-0; Garza 3-0; Rodríguez, J 1-0; Sherriff 2-2.
Batters faced: Lively 22; Young, Al 1; Cruz, F 7; Farmer, B 3; Salazar 6; Díaz, A 3; Bello 20; Garza 10; Rodríguez, J 7; Sherriff 10.
Inherited runners-scored: Young, Al 1-0; Díaz, A 2-2; Rodríguez, J 2-0.
Umpires: HP: Sean Barber. 1B: Alan Porter. 2B: Jim Wolf. 3B: Mike Muchlinski.
Weather: 65 degrees, Clear.
Wind: 3 mph, R To L.
First pitch: 7:12 PM.
T: 3:12.
Att: 31,642.
Venue: Fenway Park.
May 30, 2023
Inning Scoring Play Score
Top 2 TJ Friedl grounds into a force out, second baseman Enmanuel Valdez to shortstop Enrique Hernandez. Will Benson scores. Stuart Fairchild out at 2nd. TJ Friedl to 1st. 1-0 CIN
Top 5 Jake Fraley doubles (8) on a line drive to center fielder Jarren Duran. Jonathan India scores. 2-0 CIN
Top 6 Matt McLain reaches on a fielder's choice, fielded by shortstop Enrique Hernandez. Will Benson scores. Jose Barrero to 3rd. Matt McLain to 2nd. Throwing error by shortstop Enrique Hernandez. 3-0 CIN
Top 7 Stuart Fairchild walks. Spencer Steer scores. Kevin Newman to 3rd. Will Benson to 2nd. 4-0 CIN
Top 7 Jose Barrero hits a grand slam (2) to left field. Kevin Newman scores. Will Benson scores. Stuart Fairchild scores. 8-0 CIN
Bottom 7 Reese McGuire doubles (5) on a fly ball to center fielder Jose Barrero. Enmanuel Valdez scores. 8-1 CIN
Bottom 7 Raimel Tapia triples (1) on a sharp fly ball to right fielder Stuart Fairchild. Reese McGuire scores. 8-2 CIN
Bottom 7 Rafael Devers singles on a line drive to right fielder Stuart Fairchild. Raimel Tapia scores. 8-3 CIN
Top 8 Spencer Steer out on a sacrifice fly to left fielder Masataka Yoshida. Tyler Stephenson scores. 9-3 CIN
Bottom 9 Raimel Tapia singles on a ground ball to right fielder Stuart Fairchild. Enmanuel Valdez scores. Reese McGuire to 3rd. 9-4 CIN
Bottom 9 Rafael Devers singles on a ground ball to center fielder Jose Barrero. Reese McGuire scores. Raimel Tapia to 3rd. 9-5 CIN
Bottom 9 Justin Turner singles on a ground ball to right fielder Stuart Fairchild. Raimel Tapia scores. Rafael Devers to 2nd. 9-6 CIN
Bottom 9 Masataka Yoshida doubles (11) on a sharp line drive to center fielder Jose Barrero. Rafael Devers scores. Justin Turner to 3rd. 9-7 CIN
Bottom 9 Jarren Duran grounds out, shortstop Matt McLain to first baseman Spencer Steer. Justin Turner scores. Pablo Reyes to 3rd. 9-8 CIN
Team Highlight
BOS Bullpen availability for Boston, May 30 vs Reds (00:00:07)
CIN Bullpen availability for Cincinnati, May 30 vs Red Sox (00:00:07)
BOS Fielding alignment for Boston, May 30 vs Reds (00:00:11)
CIN Fielding alignment for Cincinnati, May 30 vs Red Sox (00:00:11)
BOS Starting lineups for Reds at Red Sox - May 30, 2023 (00:00:09)
CIN Jose Barrero: Home Run Statcast Analysis (00:00:11)
CIN TJ Friedl's RBI force out (00:00:19)
CIN Lively gets out of jam in the 2nd (00:00:09)
BOS Masataka Yoshida's sliding catch (00:00:24)
BOS Bello gets out of jam with two K's (00:00:27)
CIN Jake Fraley's RBI double (00:00:23)
CIN McLain's relay gets Hernández at home (00:00:24)
CIN Will Benson scores on an error (00:00:30)
BOS Brayan Bello's four strikeouts (00:00:39)
CIN Spencer Steer scores on a walk (00:00:08)
CIN Barrero's 1st career grand slam (00:00:44)
BOS Reese McGuire's RBI double (00:00:27)
BOS Raimel Tapia's RBI triple (00:00:23)
BOS Rafael Devers' RBI single (00:00:13)
CIN Spencer Steer's sacrifice fly (00:00:16)
BOS Raimel Tapia's RBI single (00:00:16)
BOS Rafael Devers' 2nd RBI single (00:00:14)
BOS Justin Turner's RBI single (00:00:14)
BOS Masataka Yoshida's RBI double (00:00:18)
BOS Jarren Duran's RBI groundout (00:00:21)
CIN CIN @ BOS (00:00:10)
BOS Masataka Yoshida's 3 hit day reel (00:01:14)
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R H E LOB
Reds 0 1 0 0 1 1 5 1 0 9 12 0 11
Red Sox 0 0 0 0 0 0 3 0 5 8 14 2 7

Decisions

Division Scoreboard

MIL 2 @ TOR 7 - Final
KC 1 @ STL 2 - Final
TB 1 @ CHC 2 - Final
PIT 2 @ SF 1 - Top 6, 2 Outs
Next Reds Game: Wed, May 31, 07:10 PM EDT @ Red Sox
Last Updated: 05/30/2023 11:26:32 PM EDT
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2023.05.31 03:58 Beginning_Ring_1876 Harnessing AI: My 4-Day Journey Building a Community Token with ChatGPT Part 2

Hey there curious redditor
Welcome back to our shared chronicle, the story of LaughToBankCoin ($L2B) - right from the germination of an idea to its glorious blossoming.
As you know, I'm just your average Joe, with no specific technical prowess or crypto acumen. All I had was a burning desire to contribute to the vibrant crypto space and an audacious thought: "If they can do it, why can't I?"
My vision was to build a token that embodied the spirit of unity, fun, and laughter - a token that was genuinely community-oriented. And that's how the concept of L2B was conceived.
In this pursuit, my loyal confidant was ChatGPT, my AI assistant. Naming our token was the first order of business. After many lively discussions and several cups of coffee, we finally hit upon the perfect name - LaughToBankCoin. It encapsulated exactly what we wanted our token to represent: fun, unity, and the joyful journey to prosperity.
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2023.05.31 03:56 Beginning_Ring_1876 Harnessing AI: My 4-Day Journey Building a Community Token with ChatGPT Part 2

Hey there, L2B Family,
Welcome back to our shared chronicle, the story of LaughToBankCoin ($L2B) - right from the germination of an idea to its glorious blossoming.
As you know, I'm just your average Joe, with no specific technical prowess or crypto acumen. All I had was a burning desire to contribute to the vibrant crypto space and an audacious thought: "If they can do it, why can't I?"
My vision was to build a token that embodied the spirit of unity, fun, and laughter - a token that was genuinely community-oriented. And that's how the concept of L2B was conceived.
In this pursuit, my loyal confidant was ChatGPT, my AI assistant. Naming our token was the first order of business. After many lively discussions and several cups of coffee, we finally hit upon the perfect name - LaughToBankCoin. It encapsulated exactly what we wanted our token to represent: fun, unity, and the joyful journey to prosperity.
Once we had the name in place, it was time to give our brand a visual identity - our very own website. Now, I had zero experience in web designing. But, with ChatGPT's guidance, the process became a walk in the park. We delved into website creation headfirst. The task was intricate, requiring careful attention, but it wasn't as daunting as I had initially feared. The thrill of seeing our website evolve and come to life was immeasurable. And when we finally launched it, it was nothing short of a euphoric moment.
Of course, the journey wasn't all rosy. There were challenges, mistakes, and moments of doubt. There were times I wondered if I'd taken on a task too colossal. But each obstacle was a new learning experience, every setback a building block. And with each passing day, I gained a wealth of knowledge about the crypto world.
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2023.05.31 03:50 Beginning_Ring_1876 Harnessing AI: My 4-Day Journey Building a Community Token with ChatGPT Part 2

Hey guys
Welcome back to our shared chronicle, the story of LaughToBankCoin ($L2B) - right from the germination of an idea to its glorious blossoming.
As you know, I'm just your average Joe, with no specific technical prowess or crypto acumen. All I had was a burning desire to contribute to the vibrant crypto space and an audacious thought: "If they can do it, why can't I?"
My vision was to build a token that embodied the spirit of unity, fun, and laughter - a token that was genuinely community-oriented. And that's how the concept of L2B was conceived.
In this pursuit, my loyal confidant was ChatGPT, my AI assistant. Naming our token was the first order of business. After many lively discussions and several cups of coffee, we finally hit upon the perfect name - LaughToBankCoin. It encapsulated exactly what we wanted our token to represent: fun, unity, and the joyful journey to prosperity.
Once we had the name in place, it was time to give our brand a visual identity - our very own website. Now, I had zero experience in web designing. But, with ChatGPT's guidance, the process became a walk in the park. We delved into website creation headfirst. The task was intricate, requiring careful attention, but it wasn't as daunting as I had initially feared. The thrill of seeing our website evolve and come to life was immeasurable. And when we finally launched it, it was nothing short of a euphoric moment.
Of course, the journey wasn't all rosy. There were challenges, mistakes, and moments of doubt. There were times I wondered if I'd taken on a task too colossal. But each obstacle was a new learning experience, every setback a building block. And with each passing day, I gained a wealth of knowledge about the crypto world.
And there you have it! The early days of the LaughToBankCoin journey - a tale of inspiration, persistence, and relentless learning. This adventure has been a wild ride, and I'm stoked about what lies ahead. But as we navigate this journey, I'm keen to hear from you. Do you have questions? Thoughts? Ideas to share? Let's get the conversation rolling because that's what this community is all about. Together, we're laughing all the way to the bank!
P.S. Brace yourself for the next installment of our journey. We'll be diving headfirst into the exhilarating world of smart contracts and crowdfunding. Buckle up - it's going to be a thrilling ride!
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2023.05.31 03:22 TigersBot The Tigers fell to the Rangers by a score of 10-6 - Tue, May 30 @ 06:40 PM EDT

Rangers @ Tigers - Tue, May 30

Game Status: Final - Score: 10-6 Rangers

Links & Info

Rangers Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Semien - 2B 5 1 1 0 0 1 1 .296 .365 .484
2 Seager - SS 5 0 0 0 0 0 3 .315 .379 .573
3 Lowe, N - 1B 5 2 2 1 0 1 1 .274 .354 .428
4 García, Ad - RF 5 3 4 0 0 1 0 .257 .320 .505
5 Jung - 3B 5 3 3 2 0 1 4 .291 .338 .527
6 Heim - C 4 0 2 4 1 0 1 .282 .339 .453
7 Grossman - DH 3 1 0 0 2 0 5 .241 .314 .382
8 Jankowski - LF 4 0 1 2 1 0 4 .299 .372 .403
9 Taveras - CF 5 0 0 0 0 2 4 .310 .369 .434
Totals 41 10 13 9 4 6 23
Rangers
BATTING: 2B: Jung (10, Faedo); Heim (11, Faedo); Jankowski (6, Faedo); Semien (14, Faedo). HR: Jung (12, 7th inning off Holton, T, 1 on, 1 out). TB: García, Ad 4; Heim 3; Jankowski 2; Jung 7; Lowe, N 2; Semien 2. RBI: Heim 4 (38); Jankowski 2 (11); Jung 2 (37); Lowe, N (30). 2-out RBI: Heim 2. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Jankowski 2; Taveras 2. Team RISP: 5-for-14. Team LOB: 8.
Tigers Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Short - CF 3 0 2 1 0 0 0 .308 .400 .564
c-Baddoo - CF 2 0 0 0 0 1 0 .261 .367 .395
2 Báez, J - SS 5 1 0 0 0 2 3 .224 .271 .306
3 Greene, R - CF 1 0 0 0 0 1 0 .296 .362 .443
a-Ibáñez - 2B 2 1 1 1 0 0 1 .174 .202 .302
d-Maton, N - 2B 2 0 0 0 0 1 0 .162 .286 .316
4 Torkelson - 1B 3 1 1 1 1 1 0 .232 .315 .361
5 Haase - LF 3 0 0 0 1 2 1 .230 .294 .309
6 Schoop, J - 3B 3 1 0 0 1 1 2 .217 .293 .277
7 Cabrera, M - DH 3 1 3 2 0 0 0 .196 .272 .239
8 Nevin - RF 2 0 0 0 0 0 2 .083 .207 .208
b-McKinstry - RF 2 0 0 0 0 1 2 .291 .406 .441
9 Rogers - C 3 1 1 1 1 2 1 .161 .264 .398
Totals 34 6 8 6 4 12 12
Tigers
a-Lined out for Greene, R in the 3rd. b-Struck out for Nevin in the 5th. c-Struck out for Short in the 6th. d-Lined out for Ibáñez in the 7th.
BATTING: 2B: Torkelson (13, Pérez, M); Cabrera, M (4, Pérez, M). HR: Rogers (6, 3rd inning off Pérez, M, 0 on, 0 out); Ibáñez (2, 5th inning off Pérez, M, 0 on, 0 out). TB: Cabrera, M 4; Ibáñez 4; Rogers 4; Short 2; Torkelson 2. RBI: Cabrera, M 2 (7); Ibáñez (8); Rogers (15); Short (9); Torkelson (24). 2-out RBI: Torkelson; Short; Cabrera, M. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: McKinstry; Haase; Nevin; Báez, J. SF: Cabrera, M. Team RISP: 1-for-6. Team LOB: 6.
FIELDING: E: Schoop, J (2, throw); Báez, J (7, throw). Outfield assists: Nevin (Jankowski at 3rd base).
Rangers Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Pérez, M 4.2 7 6 6 4 3 2 87-53 4.43
Anderson, G (W, 1-0) 2.2 1 0 0 0 7 0 46-32 0.00
Ragans (H, 2) 0.2 0 0 0 0 1 0 10-6 5.57
Smith, W 1.0 0 0 0 0 1 0 8-6 3.32
Totals 9.0 8 6 6 4 12 2
Tigers Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Faedo (L, 1-3) 4.1 7 6 6 1 4 0 73-50 5.54
Cisnero 0.2 2 1 1 0 1 0 13-9 3.10
Holton, T 2.0 2 2 2 2 1 1 38-21 2.54
Bristo 2.0 2 1 0 1 0 0 33-23 0.00
Totals 9.0 13 10 9 4 6 1
Game Info
WP: Holton, T.
IBB: Heim (by Bristo).
Pitches-strikes: Pérez, M 87-53; Anderson, G 46-32; Ragans 10-6; Smith, W 8-6; Faedo 73-50; Cisnero 13-9; Holton, T 38-21; Bristo 33-23.
Groundouts-flyouts: Pérez, M 5-3; Anderson, G 0-0; Ragans 1-0; Smith, W 1-1; Faedo 4-2; Cisnero 1-0; Holton, T 5-0; Bristo 3-1.
Batters faced: Pérez, M 25; Anderson, G 9; Ragans 2; Smith, W 3; Faedo 21; Cisnero 4; Holton, T 10; Bristo 10.
Inherited runners-scored: Anderson, G 1-0; Ragans 1-0; Cisnero 1-1.
Umpires: HP: Jeremie Rehak. 1B: Chad Fairchild. 2B: Nic Lentz. 3B: Charlie Ramos.
Weather: 86 degrees, Clear.
Wind: 11 mph, In From CF.
First pitch: 6:40 PM.
T: 2:41.
Att: 14,616.
Venue: Comerica Park.
May 30, 2023
Inning Scoring Play Score
Top 2 Jonah Heim doubles (11) on a ground ball to right fielder Tyler Nevin. Josh Jung scores. 1-0 TEX
Bottom 2 Miguel Cabrera out on a sacrifice fly to right fielder Adolis Garcia. Spencer Torkelson scores. Jonathan Schoop to 2nd. 1-1
Bottom 3 Jake Rogers homers (6) on a fly ball to left center field. 2-1 DET
Bottom 3 Spencer Torkelson doubles (13) on a ground ball to left fielder Travis Jankowski. Javier Baez scores. Spencer Torkelson to 3rd. 3-1 DET
Top 4 Jonah Heim grounds out, shortstop Javier Baez to first baseman Spencer Torkelson. Adolis Garcia scores. Josh Jung to 3rd. 3-2 DET
Top 4 Travis Jankowski doubles (6) on a ground ball to right fielder Tyler Nevin. Josh Jung scores. Robbie Grossman scores. Travis Jankowski out at 3rd on the throw, right fielder Tyler Nevin to first baseman Spencer Torkelson to shortstop Javier Baez to third baseman Jonathan Schoop. 4-3 TEX
Bottom 4 Zack Short singles on a line drive to left fielder Travis Jankowski, deflected by shortstop Corey Seager. Miguel Cabrera scores. Jake Rogers to 2nd. 4-4
Top 5 Nathaniel Lowe singles on a ground ball to left fielder Eric Haase. Marcus Semien scores. 5-4 TEX
Top 5 Jonah Heim singles on a sharp line drive to right fielder Tyler Nevin. Nathaniel Lowe scores. Adolis Garcia scores. 7-4 TEX
Bottom 5 Andy Ibanez homers (2) on a fly ball to left field. 7-5 TEX
Bottom 5 Miguel Cabrera doubles (4) on a line drive to left fielder Travis Jankowski. Jonathan Schoop scores. 7-6 TEX
Top 7 Josh Jung homers (12) on a fly ball to left center field. Adolis Garcia scores. 9-6 TEX
Top 9 Travis Jankowski reaches on a throwing error by shortstop Javier Baez. Nathaniel Lowe scores. Adolis Garcia to 3rd. Jonah Heim to 2nd. 10-6 TEX
Team Highlight
DET Bullpen availability for Detroit, May 30 vs Rangers (00:00:07)
TEX Bullpen availability for Texas, May 30 vs Tigers (00:00:07)
DET Fielding alignment for Detroit, May 30 vs Rangers (00:00:11)
DET Starting lineups for Rangers at Tigers - May 30, 2023 (00:00:09)
TEX Measuring the stats on Josh Jung's home run (00:00:10)
TEX Jonah Heim's RBI double (00:00:23)
DET Miguel Cabrera's sac fly (00:00:25)
DET Jake Rogers's solo HR (6) (00:00:35)
DET Spencer Torkelson's RBI double (00:00:27)
TEX Jonah Heim's RBI groundout (00:00:19)
TEX Jankowski's two-run double (00:00:36)
DET Greene leaves game with injury (00:00:28)
DET Zack Short's RBI single (00:00:51)
TEX Nathaniel Lowe's RBI single (00:00:14)
TEX Jonah Heim's two-run single (00:00:25)
DET Andy Ibáñez's solo HR (2) (00:00:21)
DET Miguel Cabrera's RBI double (00:00:24)
TEX Josh Jung's two-run HR (12) (00:00:30)
TEX Martín Pérez strikes out three (00:00:51)
DET Faedo K's four (00:00:52)
TEX Lowe scores on error (00:00:34)
TEX Smith secures the win (00:00:07)
TEX Grant Anderson strikes out seven (00:02:08)
DET Miguel Cabrera's three-hit game (00:01:58)
DET Cabrera's 7.85 second race home (00:00:50)
DET Hinch gives update on Greene (00:01:27)
TEX García's four-hit night (00:01:34)
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R H E LOB
Rangers 0 1 0 3 3 0 2 0 1 10 13 0 8
Tigers 0 1 2 1 2 0 0 0 0 6 8 2 6

Decisions

Division Scoreboard

CLE 5 @ BAL 8 - Final
KC 1 @ STL 2 - Final
MIN 1 @ HOU 5 - Top 8, 2 Outs
LAA 3 @ CWS 7 - Bottom 7, 2 Outs
Next Tigers Game: Wed, May 31, 01:10 PM EDT vs. Rangers
Last Updated: 05/30/2023 10:23:04 PM EDT
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2023.05.31 01:15 djdefenda iAVs (Sandponics) Plans to Feed 4 People

iAVs (Sandponics) Plans to Feed 4 People

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Our continuing research reveals that one can realize both fish and fresh vegetable produce sufficient to feed a family of four, year-long, on a plot merely big enough to park the typical family car. ( A large American style car! )
A wide range of vegetable crops may be grown in various combinations including tomatoes, cucumbers, melons, eggplant, peppers, beans, lettuce, other greens and herbs; even tree seedlings for reforestation projects. Yields from the research conducted in Raleigh NC indicate that over 50 kilograms of tilapia may be harvested per year for each cubic meter of water cultured (individual fish harvested periodically as they reach 250 grams), plus about 360 kilograms of tomatoes or other vegetable fruits.
At these yield rates, a “parking space” sized unit with 3 cubic meters of water and 14 square meters of vegetable filter bed could yield 150 kg of fish and 1100 kg of vegetable fruits per year (an average of 3 kg (7 lb) fish and 21 kg (46 lb) vegetables each week).
Including annualized losses for evapotranspiration and incorporation into biomass (food) at 85% of total input and a seepage loss of 6%, each liter of water utilized by the IAVS technique can produce 6 g FW of fish and 17 g DW of vegetables.
The IAVS technique removes the fish waste products (unconsumed feed, fish metabolites, and dead algae), which accumulate on the bottom of the fish-culture tank, and recirculates the purified water which stimulates rapid fish growth.
The waste-ladened water is passed through a physical filter (the sand bed), and a ‘living filter’ (the vegetable crops and micro-flora resident in the sand bed), and finally across an aerating cascade (or other aeration device) as it is returned to the fish-culture tank. Aeration increases the amount of oxygen dissolved in the water which increases the carrying capacity of the tank as well as increasing 2 the rate of fish growth.
The nutrient-loaded water percolates through the filter bed sand, as the largest waste particles are physically filtered from the water at the filter surface.
The finer particles and dissolved nutrients are absorbed by the plant roots and the numerous micro-organisms which inhabit the filter bed. The cleaned water tumbles across the cascade aerator by gravity as it returns to the fish tank for another cycle.
The filtration/ irrigation event is repeated at regular intervals during daylight hours for as many as eight times per day. The principle operational criterion is to incrementally and cumulatively circulate the equivalent of the total fish tank volume (at a minimum) through the filter bed every day. Once a IAVS operation is installed, the only inputs are fingerlings, seed or transplants, feed for the fish, and some form of energy by which to move the water.
Many fish-feed mixes, using locally available resources, have been formulated by various technical assistance organizations. (Note that standard commercial feed formulations are generally not desirable because they may contain high levels of certain trace elements which can build to toxic levels in a tightly-coupled system such as this.) Suitable feed may be locally produced in virtually any rural community (irregardless of region) from readily available resources or it may be prepared to order by commercial feed merchants. In any case, neither the availability nor the cost of feed need be prohibitive since each kilogram of feed input to the system will result in the production of approximately 0.75 kg of fish and 6.70 kg of fresh vegetables.
An IAVS facility can be built in the open air and the water circulated with only a bucket, or it may be enclosed within a protective structure of plastic film and/or mesh screening. Improved water movement may be accomplished by employing mechanical water pumps (human or animal powered) or with electric pumps operated by automated timers.
Some sort of roof (protective enclosure) is often desirable because it reduces evaporation losses, can double as a plant support for vertically cultivated species, can screen out many potential insect pests, can form a barrier to rain-borne plant diseases and, in areas of torrential rains, prevents flooding of the fish tank and filter bed to eliminate the consequent loss of production.
The key functional requirements of the sand are that the entire filte plant bed drain both completely and fairly rapidly. This is necessary such that the plants do not drown and to insure that a sufficient volume of fish tank water can be circulated each day by which to maintain adequate filtration of the fish wastes and to sufficiently oxygenate the returning water as it falls through the cascade aerator.
Therefore, the sand should be fairly coarse, with virtually zero “fines” content (no particles below 200 microns in diameter). The ideal filter sand has a consistency approximately that of common table salt or of granulated sugar with no powdery fraction (larger particles can easily be screened out, if necessary). It is usually relatively easy to find a source of an appropriate grade of sand.
Balancing the amount of fish to the number of plants (actually the rate of feed input to the rate of plant growth) is a crucial management consideration for attaining best results. Too few plants and the water would not be sufficiently purified for reapplication in the fish culture tank; too few fish and the plants would not receive sufficient nutrition.
To that extent, operation of an IAVS requires some managerial skill (which can, obviously, only come with experience). However, the range of fish to plant balance is fairly broad, meaning the IAVS technique is relatively “user friendly” and well buffered against rapid changes in water chemistry which could lead to less than most desirable results or longer-term problems. Some previous gardening/husbandry experience on the part of the prospective operator is considered highly desirable. Minimal training in general aquaculture management, pest prevention and mitigation techniques, and simple water quality monitoring techniques is recommended for first-time operators.
Even trained operators can sometimes make management “mistakes” in balancing the system’s biological components but these can be readily recognized with regular monitoring (or experienced observation) and “corrected” long before they adversely impair productivity
The longer an IAVS system (actually a miniature, managed, and complete ecosystem) is allowed to mature (continuously operated without interruption in, or an excess, in feed input rate), the more stable it will tend to become (biologically and chemically). Also over time, operator(s) gain experience in balancing inputs with outputs and refine (develop) management skills which further increase productivity.
Typically, IAVS facilities develop into functionally mature ecosystems within three months from initialization and are considered to be fully mature following one-year of continuous management/operation.
The INTEGRATED AQUA-VEGECULTURE SYSTEM holds substantial promise for providing limited-resource farmers an opportunity to augment both the family diet and their income. The prospect of producing meaningful quantities of nutritious food with a minimum adverse impact on the environment is significant.
Written by Doug Sanders, a world recognized expert in Horticulture.
Full text can be found at; https://iavs.info//wp-content/uploads/2015/03/NCSUOIP-IAVS-Description88.pdf

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2023.05.30 23:10 RedsModerator Game Thread: Reds @ Red Sox - Tue, May 30 @ 07:10 PM EDT

Reds @ Red Sox - Tue, May 30

Game Status: Final - Score: 9-8 Reds

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Reds Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Friedl - CF 3 0 0 1 0 1 2 .326 .377 .496
Barrero - CF 2 1 2 4 1 0 0 .235 .313 .353
2 McLain - SS 6 0 1 0 0 2 4 .357 .429 .554
3 India - 2B 5 1 1 0 0 1 3 .288 .372 .434
4 Fraley - DH 4 0 1 1 1 1 2 .252 .341 .404
5 Stephenson, T - C 3 1 1 0 2 1 1 .251 .343 .348
6 Steer - 1B 4 1 2 1 0 0 4 .288 .353 .485
7 Newman - 3B 4 1 0 0 1 1 3 .269 .333 .361
8 Benson - LF 5 3 3 0 0 0 3 .156 .182 .219
9 Fairchild - RF 4 1 1 1 1 2 2 .250 .348 .393
Totals 40 9 12 8 6 9 24
Reds
BATTING: 2B: Fraley (8, Garza). 3B: Benson (1, Bello); Stephenson, T (1, Sherriff). HR: Barrero (2, 7th inning off Rodríguez, J, 3 on, 1 out). TB: Barrero 5; Benson 5; Fairchild; Fraley 2; India; McLain; Steer 2; Stephenson, T 3. RBI: Barrero 4 (17); Fairchild (15); Fraley (35); Friedl (20); Steer (26). Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Steer 2; McLain; Fraley 2; Newman 2. SF: Steer. Team RISP: 1-for-15. Team LOB: 11.
FIELDING: Outfield assists: Barrero (Hernández, K at home); Fairchild (Yoshida at 2nd base). DP: (Fairchild-McLain).
Red Sox Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Tapia, R - RF 5 2 3 2 0 0 0 .277 .341 .386
2 Devers - 3B 5 1 2 2 0 1 0 .246 .286 .498
3 Turner, J - DH 5 1 1 1 0 0 1 .263 .353 .407
4 Yoshida - LF 4 0 3 1 1 0 0 .313 .389 .486
1-Reyes, P - PR 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 .273 .314 .364
5 Duran, Ja - CF 5 0 1 1 0 1 3 .293 .342 .466
6 Casas - 1B 5 0 0 0 0 2 4 .193 .308 .359
7 Hernández, K - SS 3 0 1 0 1 1 0 .237 .313 .358
8 Valdez, E - 2B 3 2 1 0 1 2 4 .247 .301 .416
9 McGuire - C 4 2 2 1 0 1 4 .293 .318 .366
Totals 39 8 14 8 3 8 16
Red Sox
1-Ran for Yoshida in the 9th.
BATTING: 2B: Duran, Ja (14, Lively); Tapia, R (4, Lively); McGuire 2 (6, Cruz, F, Salazar); Yoshida (11, Díaz, A). 3B: Tapia, R (1, Cruz, F). TB: Devers 2; Duran, Ja 2; Hernández, K; McGuire 4; Tapia, R 6; Turner, J; Valdez, E; Yoshida 4. RBI: Devers 2 (46); Duran, Ja (20); McGuire (10); Tapia, R 2 (10); Turner, J (21); Yoshida (30). 2-out RBI: McGuire; Devers; Tapia, R. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Casas; McGuire 2. Team RISP: 6-for-12. Team LOB: 7.
FIELDING: E: Hernández, K 2 (11, throw, throw).
Reds Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Lively (W, 3-2) 5.2 4 0 0 2 6 0 87-59 1.99
Young, Al (H, 7) 0.1 0 0 0 0 0 0 4-3 2.91
Cruz, F 1.0 4 3 3 0 1 0 17-13 7.47
Farmer, B 1.0 1 0 0 0 0 0 12-8 2.70
Salazar 0.1 4 5 5 1 0 0 26-16 16.20
Díaz, A (S, 13) 0.2 1 0 0 0 1 0 12-8 1.69
Totals 9.0 14 8 8 3 8 0
Red Sox Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Bello (L, 3-3) 4.0 5 1 1 2 4 0 97-61 3.89
Garza 1.2 3 2 1 1 2 0 41-27 1.42
Rodríguez, J 0.2 2 5 5 3 1 1 36-16 18.00
Sherriff 2.2 2 1 1 0 2 0 31-22 1.93
Totals 9.0 12 9 8 6 9 1
Game Info
WP: Garza.
Pitches-strikes: Lively 87-59; Young, Al 4-3; Cruz, F 17-13; Farmer, B 12-8; Salazar 26-16; Díaz, A 12-8; Bello 97-61; Garza 41-27; Rodríguez, J 36-16; Sherriff 31-22.
Groundouts-flyouts: Lively 5-4; Young, Al 0-0; Cruz, F 1-1; Farmer, B 1-0; Salazar 0-0; Díaz, A 1-0; Bello 8-0; Garza 3-0; Rodríguez, J 1-0; Sherriff 2-2.
Batters faced: Lively 22; Young, Al 1; Cruz, F 7; Farmer, B 3; Salazar 6; Díaz, A 3; Bello 20; Garza 10; Rodríguez, J 7; Sherriff 10.
Inherited runners-scored: Young, Al 1-0; Díaz, A 2-2; Rodríguez, J 2-0.
Umpires: HP: Sean Barber. 1B: Alan Porter. 2B: Jim Wolf. 3B: Mike Muchlinski.
Weather: 65 degrees, Clear.
Wind: 3 mph, R To L.
First pitch: 7:12 PM.
T: 3:12.
Att: 31,642.
Venue: Fenway Park.
May 30, 2023
Inning Scoring Play Score
Top 2 TJ Friedl grounds into a force out, second baseman Enmanuel Valdez to shortstop Enrique Hernandez. Will Benson scores. Stuart Fairchild out at 2nd. TJ Friedl to 1st. 1-0 CIN
Top 5 Jake Fraley doubles (8) on a line drive to center fielder Jarren Duran. Jonathan India scores. 2-0 CIN
Top 6 Matt McLain reaches on a fielder's choice, fielded by shortstop Enrique Hernandez. Will Benson scores. Jose Barrero to 3rd. Matt McLain to 2nd. Throwing error by shortstop Enrique Hernandez. 3-0 CIN
Top 7 Stuart Fairchild walks. Spencer Steer scores. Kevin Newman to 3rd. Will Benson to 2nd. 4-0 CIN
Top 7 Jose Barrero hits a grand slam (2) to left field. Kevin Newman scores. Will Benson scores. Stuart Fairchild scores. 8-0 CIN
Bottom 7 Reese McGuire doubles (5) on a fly ball to center fielder Jose Barrero. Enmanuel Valdez scores. 8-1 CIN
Bottom 7 Raimel Tapia triples (1) on a sharp fly ball to right fielder Stuart Fairchild. Reese McGuire scores. 8-2 CIN
Bottom 7 Rafael Devers singles on a line drive to right fielder Stuart Fairchild. Raimel Tapia scores. 8-3 CIN
Top 8 Spencer Steer out on a sacrifice fly to left fielder Masataka Yoshida. Tyler Stephenson scores. 9-3 CIN
Bottom 9 Raimel Tapia singles on a ground ball to right fielder Stuart Fairchild. Enmanuel Valdez scores. Reese McGuire to 3rd. 9-4 CIN
Bottom 9 Rafael Devers singles on a ground ball to center fielder Jose Barrero. Reese McGuire scores. Raimel Tapia to 3rd. 9-5 CIN
Bottom 9 Justin Turner singles on a ground ball to right fielder Stuart Fairchild. Raimel Tapia scores. Rafael Devers to 2nd. 9-6 CIN
Bottom 9 Masataka Yoshida doubles (11) on a sharp line drive to center fielder Jose Barrero. Rafael Devers scores. Justin Turner to 3rd. 9-7 CIN
Bottom 9 Jarren Duran grounds out, shortstop Matt McLain to first baseman Spencer Steer. Justin Turner scores. Pablo Reyes to 3rd. 9-8 CIN
Team Highlight
BOS Bullpen availability for Boston, May 30 vs Reds (00:00:07)
CIN Bullpen availability for Cincinnati, May 30 vs Red Sox (00:00:07)
BOS Fielding alignment for Boston, May 30 vs Reds (00:00:11)
CIN Fielding alignment for Cincinnati, May 30 vs Red Sox (00:00:11)
BOS Starting lineups for Reds at Red Sox - May 30, 2023 (00:00:09)
CIN Jose Barrero: Home Run Statcast Analysis (00:00:11)
CIN TJ Friedl's RBI fielder's choice (00:00:19)
CIN Lively gets out of jam in the 2nd (00:00:09)
BOS Masataka Yoshida's sliding catch (00:00:24)
BOS Bello gets out of jam with two K's (00:00:27)
CIN Jake Fraley's RBI double (00:00:23)
CIN McLain's relay gets Hernández at home (00:00:24)
CIN Will Benson scores on an error (00:00:30)
BOS Brayan Bello's four strikeouts (00:00:39)
CIN Spencer Steer scores on a walk (00:00:24)
CIN Barrero's 1st career grand slam (00:00:25)
BOS Reese McGuire's RBI double (00:00:27)
BOS Raimel Tapia's RBI triple (00:00:23)
BOS Rafael Devers' RBI single (00:00:23)
CIN Spencer Steer's sacrifice fly (00:00:16)
BOS Raimel Tapia's RBI single (00:00:24)
BOS Rafael Devers' 2nd RBI single (00:00:14)
BOS Justin Turner's RBI single (00:00:28)
BOS Masataka Yoshida's RBI double (00:00:18)
BOS Jarren Duran's RBI groundout (00:00:21)
CIN Reds secure the 9-8 victory (00:00:10)
CIN David Bell on win over Red Sox (00:01:19)
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R H E LOB
Reds 0 1 0 0 1 1 5 1 0 9 12 0 11
Red Sox 0 0 0 0 0 0 3 0 5 8 14 2 7

Decisions

Division Scoreboard

MIL 2 @ TOR 7 - Final
KC 1 @ STL 2 - Final
TB 1 @ CHC 2 - Final
PIT 2 @ SF 1 - Game Over
Last Updated: 05/31/2023 12:32:45 AM EDT
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2023.05.30 22:40 TigersBot Game Thread: Rangers @ Tigers - Tue, May 30 @ 06:40 PM EDT

Rangers @ Tigers - Tue, May 30

Game Status: Final - Score: 10-6 Rangers

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Rangers Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Semien - 2B 5 1 1 0 0 1 1 .296 .365 .484
2 Seager - SS 5 0 0 0 0 0 3 .315 .379 .573
3 Lowe, N - 1B 5 2 2 1 0 1 1 .274 .354 .428
4 García, Ad - RF 5 3 4 0 0 1 0 .257 .320 .505
5 Jung - 3B 5 3 3 2 0 1 4 .291 .338 .527
6 Heim - C 4 0 2 4 1 0 1 .282 .339 .453
7 Grossman - DH 3 1 0 0 2 0 5 .241 .314 .382
8 Jankowski - LF 4 0 1 2 1 0 4 .299 .372 .403
9 Taveras - CF 5 0 0 0 0 2 4 .310 .369 .434
Totals 41 10 13 9 4 6 23
Rangers
BATTING: 2B: Jung (10, Faedo); Heim (11, Faedo); Jankowski (6, Faedo); Semien (14, Faedo). HR: Jung (12, 7th inning off Holton, T, 1 on, 1 out). TB: García, Ad 4; Heim 3; Jankowski 2; Jung 7; Lowe, N 2; Semien 2. RBI: Heim 4 (38); Jankowski 2 (11); Jung 2 (37); Lowe, N (30). 2-out RBI: Heim 2. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Jankowski 2; Taveras 2. Team RISP: 5-for-14. Team LOB: 8.
Tigers Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Short - CF 3 0 2 1 0 0 0 .308 .400 .564
c-Baddoo - CF 2 0 0 0 0 1 0 .261 .367 .395
2 Báez, J - SS 5 1 0 0 0 2 3 .224 .271 .306
3 Greene, R - CF 1 0 0 0 0 1 0 .296 .362 .443
a-Ibáñez - 2B 2 1 1 1 0 0 1 .174 .202 .302
d-Maton, N - 2B 2 0 0 0 0 1 0 .162 .286 .316
4 Torkelson - 1B 3 1 1 1 1 1 0 .232 .315 .361
5 Haase - LF 3 0 0 0 1 2 1 .230 .294 .309
6 Schoop, J - 3B 3 1 0 0 1 1 2 .217 .293 .277
7 Cabrera, M - DH 3 1 3 2 0 0 0 .196 .272 .239
8 Nevin - RF 2 0 0 0 0 0 2 .083 .207 .208
b-McKinstry - RF 2 0 0 0 0 1 2 .291 .406 .441
9 Rogers - C 3 1 1 1 1 2 1 .161 .264 .398
Totals 34 6 8 6 4 12 12
Tigers
a-Lined out for Greene, R in the 3rd. b-Struck out for Nevin in the 5th. c-Struck out for Short in the 6th. d-Lined out for Ibáñez in the 7th.
BATTING: 2B: Torkelson (13, Pérez, M); Cabrera, M (4, Pérez, M). HR: Rogers (6, 3rd inning off Pérez, M, 0 on, 0 out); Ibáñez (2, 5th inning off Pérez, M, 0 on, 0 out). TB: Cabrera, M 4; Ibáñez 4; Rogers 4; Short 2; Torkelson 2. RBI: Cabrera, M 2 (7); Ibáñez (8); Rogers (15); Short (9); Torkelson (24). 2-out RBI: Torkelson; Short; Cabrera, M. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: McKinstry; Haase; Nevin; Báez, J. SF: Cabrera, M. Team RISP: 1-for-6. Team LOB: 6.
FIELDING: E: Schoop, J (2, throw); Báez, J (7, throw). Outfield assists: Nevin (Jankowski at 3rd base).
Rangers Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Pérez, M 4.2 7 6 6 4 3 2 87-53 4.43
Anderson, G (W, 1-0) 2.2 1 0 0 0 7 0 46-32 0.00
Ragans (H, 2) 0.2 0 0 0 0 1 0 10-6 5.57
Smith, W 1.0 0 0 0 0 1 0 8-6 3.32
Totals 9.0 8 6 6 4 12 2
Tigers Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Faedo (L, 1-3) 4.1 7 6 6 1 4 0 73-50 5.54
Cisnero 0.2 2 1 1 0 1 0 13-9 3.10
Holton, T 2.0 2 2 2 2 1 1 38-21 2.54
Bristo 2.0 2 1 0 1 0 0 33-23 0.00
Totals 9.0 13 10 9 4 6 1
Game Info
WP: Holton, T.
IBB: Heim (by Bristo).
Pitches-strikes: Pérez, M 87-53; Anderson, G 46-32; Ragans 10-6; Smith, W 8-6; Faedo 73-50; Cisnero 13-9; Holton, T 38-21; Bristo 33-23.
Groundouts-flyouts: Pérez, M 5-3; Anderson, G 0-0; Ragans 1-0; Smith, W 1-1; Faedo 4-2; Cisnero 1-0; Holton, T 5-0; Bristo 3-1.
Batters faced: Pérez, M 25; Anderson, G 9; Ragans 2; Smith, W 3; Faedo 21; Cisnero 4; Holton, T 10; Bristo 10.
Inherited runners-scored: Anderson, G 1-0; Ragans 1-0; Cisnero 1-1.
Umpires: HP: Jeremie Rehak. 1B: Chad Fairchild. 2B: Nic Lentz. 3B: Charlie Ramos.
Weather: 86 degrees, Clear.
Wind: 11 mph, In From CF.
First pitch: 6:40 PM.
T: 2:41.
Att: 14,616.
Venue: Comerica Park.
May 30, 2023
Inning Scoring Play Score
Top 2 Jonah Heim doubles (11) on a ground ball to right fielder Tyler Nevin. Josh Jung scores. 1-0 TEX
Bottom 2 Miguel Cabrera out on a sacrifice fly to right fielder Adolis Garcia. Spencer Torkelson scores. Jonathan Schoop to 2nd. 1-1
Bottom 3 Jake Rogers homers (6) on a fly ball to left center field. 2-1 DET
Bottom 3 Spencer Torkelson doubles (13) on a ground ball to left fielder Travis Jankowski. Javier Baez scores. Spencer Torkelson to 3rd. 3-1 DET
Top 4 Jonah Heim grounds out, shortstop Javier Baez to first baseman Spencer Torkelson. Adolis Garcia scores. Josh Jung to 3rd. 3-2 DET
Top 4 Travis Jankowski doubles (6) on a ground ball to right fielder Tyler Nevin. Josh Jung scores. Robbie Grossman scores. Travis Jankowski out at 3rd on the throw, right fielder Tyler Nevin to first baseman Spencer Torkelson to shortstop Javier Baez to third baseman Jonathan Schoop. 4-3 TEX
Bottom 4 Zack Short singles on a line drive to left fielder Travis Jankowski, deflected by shortstop Corey Seager. Miguel Cabrera scores. Jake Rogers to 2nd. 4-4
Top 5 Nathaniel Lowe singles on a ground ball to left fielder Eric Haase. Marcus Semien scores. 5-4 TEX
Top 5 Jonah Heim singles on a sharp line drive to right fielder Tyler Nevin. Nathaniel Lowe scores. Adolis Garcia scores. 7-4 TEX
Bottom 5 Andy Ibanez homers (2) on a fly ball to left field. 7-5 TEX
Bottom 5 Miguel Cabrera doubles (4) on a line drive to left fielder Travis Jankowski. Jonathan Schoop scores. 7-6 TEX
Top 7 Josh Jung homers (12) on a fly ball to left center field. Adolis Garcia scores. 9-6 TEX
Top 9 Travis Jankowski reaches on a throwing error by shortstop Javier Baez. Nathaniel Lowe scores. Adolis Garcia to 3rd. Jonah Heim to 2nd. 10-6 TEX
Team Highlight
DET Bullpen availability for Detroit, May 30 vs Rangers (00:00:07)
TEX Bullpen availability for Texas, May 30 vs Tigers (00:00:07)
DET Fielding alignment for Detroit, May 30 vs Rangers (00:00:11)
DET Starting lineups for Rangers at Tigers - May 30, 2023 (00:00:09)
TEX Measuring the stats on Josh Jung's home run (00:00:10)
TEX Jonah Heim's RBI double (00:00:23)
DET Miguel Cabrera's sac fly (00:00:25)
DET Jake Rogers's solo HR (6) (00:00:35)
DET Spencer Torkelson's RBI double (00:00:27)
TEX Jonah Heim's RBI groundout (00:00:19)
TEX Jankowski's two-run double (00:00:36)
DET Greene leaves game with injury (00:00:28)
DET Zack Short's RBI single (00:00:51)
TEX Nathaniel Lowe's RBI single (00:00:14)
TEX Jonah Heim's two-run single (00:00:25)
DET Andy Ibáñez's solo HR (2) (00:00:21)
DET Miguel Cabrera's RBI double (00:00:24)
TEX Josh Jung's two-run HR (12) (00:00:30)
TEX Martín Pérez strikes out three (00:00:51)
DET Faedo K's four (00:00:52)
TEX Lowe scores on error (00:00:34)
TEX Smith secures the win (00:00:07)
TEX Grant Anderson K's seven in debut (00:02:08)
DET Miguel Cabrera's three-hit game (00:01:58)
DET Cabrera's 7.85 second race home (00:00:50)
DET Hinch gives update on Greene (00:01:27)
TEX García's four-hit night (00:01:34)
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R H E LOB
Rangers 0 1 0 3 3 0 2 0 1 10 13 0 8
Tigers 0 1 2 1 2 0 0 0 0 6 8 2 6

Decisions

Division Scoreboard

CLE 5 @ BAL 8 - Final
KC 1 @ STL 2 - Final
MIN 1 @ HOU 5 - Final
LAA 3 @ CWS 7 - Final
Last Updated: 05/30/2023 11:02:50 PM EDT
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2023.05.30 22:10 RedSoxGameday Game Thread: 5/30 Reds (24-29) @ Red Sox (28-25) 7:10 PM

First Pitch: 7:10 PM at Fenway Park
Team Starter TV Radio
Reds Ben Lively (2-2, 2.65 ERA) BSOH WLW
Red Sox Brayan Bello (3-2, 4.08 ERA) NESN WEEI, WAMG (ES)
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Line Score - Game Over

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R H E LOB
CIN 0 1 0 0 1 1 5 1 0 9 12 0 11
BOS 0 0 0 0 0 0 3 0 5 8 14 2 7

Box Score

BOS AB R H RBI BB SO BA
RF Tapia, R 5 2 3 2 0 0 .277
3B Devers 5 1 2 2 0 1 .246
DH Turner, J 5 1 1 1 0 0 .263
LF Yoshida 4 0 3 1 1 0 .313
PR Reyes, P 0 0 0 0 0 0 .273
CF Duran, Ja 5 0 1 1 0 1 .293
1B Casas 5 0 0 0 0 2 .193
SS Hernández, K 3 0 1 0 1 1 .237
2B Valdez, E 3 2 1 0 1 2 .247
C McGuire 4 2 2 1 0 1 .293
BOS IP H R ER BB SO P-S ERA
Bello 4.0 5 1 1 2 4 97-61 3.89
Garza 1.2 3 2 1 1 2 41-27 1.42
Rodríguez, J 0.2 2 5 5 3 1 36-16 18.00
Sherriff 2.2 2 1 1 0 2 31-22 1.93
CIN AB R H RBI BB SO BA
CF Friedl 3 0 0 1 0 1 .326
CF Barrero 2 1 2 4 1 0 .235
SS McLain 6 0 1 0 0 2 .357
2B India 5 1 1 0 0 1 .288
DH Fraley 4 0 1 1 1 1 .252
C Stephenson, T 3 1 1 0 2 1 .251
1B Steer 4 1 2 1 0 0 .288
3B Newman 4 1 0 0 1 1 .269
LF Benson 5 3 3 0 0 0 .156
RF Fairchild 4 1 1 1 1 2 .250
CIN IP H R ER BB SO P-S ERA
Lively 5.2 4 0 0 2 6 87-59 1.99
Young, Al 0.1 0 0 0 0 0 4-3 2.91
Cruz, F 1.0 4 3 3 0 1 17-13 7.47
Farmer, B 1.0 1 0 0 0 0 12-8 2.70
Salazar 0.1 4 5 5 1 0 26-16 16.20
Díaz, A 0.2 1 0 0 0 1 12-8 1.69

Scoring Plays

Inning Event Score
T2 TJ Friedl grounds into a force out, second baseman Enmanuel Valdez to shortstop Enrique Hernandez. Will Benson scores. Stuart Fairchild out at 2nd. TJ Friedl to 1st. 0-1
T5 Jake Fraley doubles (8) on a line drive to center fielder Jarren Duran. Jonathan India scores. 0-2
T6 Matt McLain reaches on a fielder's choice, fielded by shortstop Enrique Hernandez. Will Benson scores. Jose Barrero to 3rd. Matt McLain to 2nd. Throwing error by shortstop Enrique Hernandez. 0-3
T7 Stuart Fairchild walks. Spencer Steer scores. Kevin Newman to 3rd. Will Benson to 2nd. 0-4
T7 Jose Barrero hits a grand slam (2) to left field. Kevin Newman scores. Will Benson scores. Stuart Fairchild scores. 0-8
B7 Reese McGuire doubles (5) on a fly ball to center fielder Jose Barrero. Enmanuel Valdez scores. 1-8
B7 Raimel Tapia triples (1) on a sharp fly ball to right fielder Stuart Fairchild. Reese McGuire scores. 2-8
B7 Rafael Devers singles on a line drive to right fielder Stuart Fairchild. Raimel Tapia scores. 3-8
T8 Spencer Steer out on a sacrifice fly to left fielder Masataka Yoshida. Tyler Stephenson scores. 3-9
B9 Raimel Tapia singles on a ground ball to right fielder Stuart Fairchild. Enmanuel Valdez scores. Reese McGuire to 3rd. 4-9
B9 Rafael Devers singles on a ground ball to center fielder Jose Barrero. Reese McGuire scores. Raimel Tapia to 3rd. 5-9
B9 Justin Turner singles on a ground ball to right fielder Stuart Fairchild. Raimel Tapia scores. Rafael Devers to 2nd. 6-9
B9 Masataka Yoshida doubles (11) on a sharp line drive to center fielder Jose Barrero. Rafael Devers scores. Justin Turner to 3rd. 7-9
B9 Jarren Duran grounds out, shortstop Matt McLain to first baseman Spencer Steer. Justin Turner scores. Pablo Reyes to 3rd. 8-9

Highlights

Description Length Video
Bullpen availability for Boston, May 30 vs Reds 0:07 Video
Bullpen availability for Cincinnati, May 30 vs Red Sox 0:07 Video
Fielding alignment for Boston, May 30 vs Reds 0:11 Video
Fielding alignment for Cincinnati, May 30 vs Red Sox 0:11 Video
Starting lineups for Reds at Red Sox - May 30, 2023 0:09 Video
Breaking down Brayan Bello's pitches 0:08 Video
Breaking down Ben Lively's pitches 0:08 Video
Ben Lively's outing against the Red Sox 0:25 Video
Jose Barrero: Home Run Statcast Analysis 0:11 Video
TJ Friedl puts the Reds on the board in the 2nd 0:19 Video
Ben Lively gets Reds out of a jam in the 2nd inning 0:09 Video
Yoshida makes a fantastic catch to end the inning 0:24 Video
Brayan Bello K's two to strand a runner on third 0:27 Video
Fraley rips one deep to left-center for an RBI double 0:23 Video
The Reds get the out at home to keep Sox scoreless 0:24 Video
Will Benson scores on a throwing error in the 6th 0:30 Video
Brayan Bello K's four batters in start vs. Cincinnati 0:39 Video
Spener Steer scores on a walk in the 7th inning 0:08 Video
Jose Barrero crushes his first career grand slam 0:44 Video
Reese McGuire hits a double to score Enmanuel Valdez 0:27 Video
Raimel Tapia drives home Reese McGuire with a triple 0:23 Video
Rafael Devers racks up his 500th career RBI hit 0:13 Video
Spencer Steer drives home Tyler Stephenson in the 8th 0:16 Video
Raimel Tapia hits a single to score Enmanuel Valdez 0:16 Video
Eduardo Salazar In play, run(s) to Rafael Devers 0:14 Video
Justin Turner singles on a ground ball to right fielder Stuart Fairchild. Raimel Tapia scores. Rafael Devers to 2nd. 0:14 Video

Decisions

Winning Pitcher Losing Pitcher Save
Lively (3-2, 1.99 ERA) Bello (3-3, 3.89 ERA) Díaz, A (13 SV, 1.69 ERA)
Game ended at 10:26 PM.

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2023.05.30 21:50 Itsalldreamz Handicap placard for fibromyalgia

For those within the untied states and have fibromyalgia or other chronic conditions you're able to qualify for a handicap placard or perm license plate handicap symbol. Have your doctopcp fill out your state's handicap form. You'll get either the placard or perm symbol on license plate along with temporary one for use until physical one arrives in mail. Some states offer the handicap placards for 1-5 years or less.
You'd fit the requirement of...
Depending on states some offer different benefits along with handicap parking. An example would be free or double amount of parking time for meters depending on locality. If you're traveling look into that state's/city's/locality's handicap parking rules and benefits.
I know it can help tremendously for us fibro folks or anyone with chronic conditions. As pretty much anything can exacerbate our condition. Having to run errands, get things done, or just basically live some sort of normal life outside home with fibro. Hope this brightens your day and that everyone is doing as best as they can be today!!! 🤘🤘🤘
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2023.05.30 20:59 thebowedbookshelf [Discussion] Bonus Read: The Winners by Fredrick Backman, chapters 29-43

Welcome back to our story. Let's jump right in with the summary:
Amat runs on a road into the woods but can't outrun the negative thoughts and comments. Less than a year ago, he had spent too much time in the gym lifting weights that he fell on the way home and sprained his wrist. Amat kept the injury to himself. He self medicated with painkillers and alcohol. All the expectations weighed him down. Tails told his mom that if he was drafted, he could continue to play for Beartown. The club would get three hundred thousand dollars, and Amat would get more experience and wins for the team.
On the train, the secret reporter asks Maya about her dad. The reporter takes notes about Ramona because she was on the committee and still talked with Peter.
Peter visited Amat to suggest what agent he should contact. He comments that he can smell alcohol on his breath. Peter is just like the others making money off him.
Matteo's sister had gotten a butterfly tattoo on her shoulder in secret. His sister ran away two and a half years ago by saying she was to be staying at a church for "problem" kids. Then she left the country. The next call about her was news of her death. "The devil took her" according to his mom. Matteo wishes they had been born somewhere else to different parents like the Anderssons.
A mysterious man watches Amat practice. He was Lev, a "trash bandit" from a trailer park near Hed with a bad reputation. It was because he was a poor immigrant like Amat. Lev prevented Amat from buying pills. Amat confronted him the next day. Lev is only trying to help. He gives him rides home and can get proper meds for him. Lev actually listens to him and understands. Lev takes the calls from agents now.
Teemu drives through the wreckage after the storm. He has Peter take the wheel so he can text someone. The match schedule is changed so Beartown will play against Hed. Teemu tells him there are rumors that Beartown will merge with Hed now that their club's roof collapsed. Tails is behind it. Teemu hates the idea. Peter tells him he could be a tool or a weapon for the town. Teemu says it's only a temporary truce between Beartown and Hed.
At the game, they were tied and had a face off. Zackell asked Amat's opinion, and he said to give him the puck. They won, but it felt hollow. It was a test, and Amat lost.
The reporter reunites with his daughter. She tells him that how he talked to Maya was unethical. But Maya would have been on her guard if he told her the truth about himself. People think Peter is above reproach. If the two clubs merge, the evidence will be buried. The daughter has to be careful how she gathers intel or it could be taken personally. She has to live in the area. The reporter dad wants to ruin them.
Johnny comes home late in the evening from clearing the roads. Big sister Tess takes on more responsibility which makes Hannah feel guilty. Ted is obsessed with hockey and is better at it than Tobias. Ture pipes up that they have to practice in Beartown now. He overheard his dad on the phone earlier. Ted wants to see Amat train. Tobias gets in a fight with his brother. They are sent a message on their phones of a picture of the town sign with green scarves and a "GO HOME" sign below it. What a welcome. /s
Adri Ovich cleans up after the storm. The older dogs start barking because Benji came back riding a bike. He breaks into the club and sneaks onto the ice thinking of old times. He doesn't feel anything but numbness.
Maya gets a ride into Beartown from a neighbor. The door to her old home is unlocked which is only something people do in Beartown. She surprises her dad as he's getting ready for the day. He didn't think she'd know when the funeral was. Her mom comes home and tackles her in a hug.
Benji had stolen Mateo's bicycle and left it at the rink. He had fixed the chain. It figures that an entitled hockey player would steal it. On the first frost of the year, Benji visits his dad's grave.
Amat lost his temper at another player and insulted assistant coach Bobo. He sat out the rest of the games. Rumors spread that he wasn't really injured and was ungrateful to the club. Lev told him the rich men would tell him to settle for less. Peter tells Amat that he will be lower in the NHL draft but should still take it seriously. The next day, Lev sent a dishwasher for Amat's mom as a loan for when he goes pro.
Lev couldn't go to America with him. Lev's friend didn't help him much. The man he met in the hotel gym was friends with Peter and only interviewed him as a favor. Amat wasn't picked. It was all for nothing. Lev misled him, and his friend wasn't a real agent at all. Amat drank all night and was too drunk the next morning for a second chance. He came home and drank all summer.
Amat texts Bobo for help. Amat has gained weight and is out of shape. Bobo runs with him til they can't anymore. He compares Amat to the lupine, a hardy flower that grows in the ditch. He has ten months until the next NHL draft.
Mateo's sister helped him to survive school. She told him the hiding places and to stay away from the hockey guys. His sister didn't take her own advice.
Lev visits Peter to thank him for trying to help Amat. He mocks Peter when it was his fake agent who messed up Amat's chances by asking for payment from the clubs. Lev claims Ramona owed him a bunch of money. He wants to own her bar, but he doesn't have any proof. Lev uses Peter's motives for helping Amat against him. Lev threatens his wife, and Peter pushes him in a rage. The young gangster in the car comes near. Lev leaves, and Peter calls Teemu.
Maya can't believe her dad is now friends with Teemu. Ramona had to borrow money from Lev because she gave all her money to help Teemu's friend's mom. Teemu says to let him handle it.
Tess is a figure skating coach and Ted and Toby have hockey practice. But this time it will be in Beartown. Ana surprises the family when she drives their van back to their home. Tess feels like Ana should have been Hannah's daughter. Johnny shouts more at Ted because he has more to lose on the ice.
Zackell tells Bobo they will be last on the ice. She is looking to replace Amat. If he needs encouragement, it's already too late. Amat is tortured by the word "almost" and negative self talk.
Ana reunites with Maya. He dad isn't drinking the day before the funeral. Maya hears of the possible merger between Beartown and Hed. Maya talks about how people get radicalized and sectarian violence.
Teemu visits Hog at his garage. He asks for a favor: to borrow a vehicle. A man in a suit from the funeral parlor comes to Lev's scrap yard to pick up a vehicle. Teemu snuck into Lev's house and left keys and a beer glass. The vehicle is in back, and it's a hearse.
The day the rink opens to Hed, all the old rivalries and grievances come roaring back. The parents act the most immature. Bobo helps Tess and her brothers get into the locker room. They all take their turns on the ice until the figure skating practice. A fight starts, and both blame the other side. Bobo breaks it up. Tobias got a black eye. Johnny wants to fight them all, but Tess appeals to his protective instincts. As he drives back to Hed, Teemu and company threaten them.
Tails is nervous about what happened. He tells the caretaker that the two teams could be dissolved and a new club could be formed in Beartown. Teemu makes the club look bad. A council member accuses Tails of being sentimental. Tails gives Mumble a ride back to Hed.
Johnny argues with Hannah that Toby fought out of self defense. Hannah has to agree. Toby got suspended from the team. Hannah tells Johnny not to do anything stupid with his coworkers against Beartown. Ted was the one who charged out to fight, but Toby finished the job to protect Ted from getting suspended.
Extras
Marginalia
Lupines
Bigleaf lupine is an invasive species in Maine.
Questions are in the comments.
Join me next week, June 6th, for chapters 44 to 59.
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