#REVERSEPOLARITY

[blushingtendertiel]

Only week left for the snurges before they go to exalt row, all still available apart from the f pose with watermelon chitin.

I am open to haggling!

Some Halloween leftovers and these snurges still available! I adjusted the snurge prices to 250g and the others are priced between 25 to 150g

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[alramizequipment]

Aluminium capacitors India

The Aluminum 10uF 50V Electrolytic Capacitor is a polarized component, characterized by its asymmetrical construction. It necessitates operation with a higher voltage (i.e., more positive) on the anode than on the cathode at all times. To indicate this polarity requirement, the anode terminal is designated with a plus sign, while the cathode is marked with a minus sign.

It's crucial to avoid applying a reverse polarity voltage or exceeding the maximum rated working voltage, even by as little as 1 or 1.5 volts. Such actions can lead to the destruction of the dielectric and, consequently, the capacitor itself. The failure of electrolytic capacitors poses hazards, including the risk of explosion or fire.

For versatility, bipolar electrolytic capacitors are also manufactured. These capacitors can be operated with either polarity and employ special constructions with two anodes connected in series.

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Chapter 2

She had awoken before dawn. There was something in the atmosphere that made her feel on edge. He skin tingled as her head started to pound as if in rhythm with a drum.  Knowing that any further sleep was impossible she rose from her bed and stoked up the fire that had been banked overnight.

Water waiting in a small cauldron nearby was hung on a hook and placed over the heat to boil. Shivering she decided it was too cold to bear the outdoors yet so after relieving herself in her pot she hurriedly dressed and, once the water was hot enough, set about making some willow bark tea hoping it would assist with the throbbing in her head.

A scratch at her door made her raise her head from her work. Walking over she lifted the bar that had kept it secure overnight and opened it to let in her cat. The large grey tabby entered obviously pleased with itself as it placed a dead rat at her feet.

“Thank you Adso. Just what I needed today”. The cat sat preening with its accomplishment.  Grabbing a cloth she took the rat outside trying to think of where to hide it where her cat would not find it and return his present to her home.

As she left the house she was bombarded with screams. A buzzing sound filled her ears and all she knew was darkness.

* * * * *

The sun had risen high into the sky when she came back to herself. The screams had stopped and the buzzing had reduced to a gentle hum, a sound she lived with since childhood and had first come to this place. Shakily she got to her feet and once realising she was not going to collapse turned back to her croft. The door was open. That stunned her for the moment before remembering why she was outside in the first place.

Entering her home she was thankful to see no sign of either cat nor rat. Adso was probably off sulking somewhere as she had rejected his gift.  To her dismay the fire had gone out. Grey ash lay where red embers should have been. Nothing seemed to be going right for her this day. Huffing to herself she decided to go for a walk. She grabbed her basket. An essential accessory to her wanderings.

As she begun to walk and felt the sun on her face she began to sing. Then she heard a noise? Someone calling?  She stopped singing and turned to the voice.

“Hello. Can you help me? Hello? Hello”. A man was standing there. Close by there was another figure. The man removed his bonnet, red hair glistening asking formally, although a highland accent was detected. She turned thinking to run back home and locking herself in.

“Please stop. I mean you no harm”. The desperation in his voice halted her. Made her turn to face him again. “I am Lieutenant James Fraser of the 9th Highland Regiment. This is my Warrant Officer, Murtagh Fraser. Do you happen to have a mobile phone I may borrow?’

[lokalgamecom-blog]

Tigers Sang Juara “Minor” Tumbang di Kuala Lumpur Major

Tigers menjadi tim yang bisa dibilang tidak terduga namun perjalanan mereka akhirnya mendapatkan gelar juara di turnamen minor DreamLeague Season 10 serta mendapatkan slot ekslusif untuk turnamen Kuala Lumpur Major, namun mereka masih belum berhasil meraih gelar juara selanjutnya di turnamen major yang masih berlangsung ini. Tigers sendiri masuk di grup yang bisa dibilang grup “neraka” dimana ada dua lawan beratnya, yaitu PSG. LGD dan Fnatic meskipun Gambit Esports juga salah satu lawan yang tangguh. Dua kali kalah dari PSG. LGD dan Fnatic serta satu kali menang dari Gambit Esports membuatnya bertahan di posisi 3 di fase group stage ini. Hasil tersebut masih belum membuatnya tereliminasi karena memang masih ada satu kesempatan lagi di lower bracket. Di babak selanjutnya ini Tigers harus berhadapan dengan tim asal Amerika Latin, yaitu paiN X. Dalam pertandingan ini baik Tigers maupun paiN X hanya memiliki satu kesempatan saja karena memang sistem pertandingannya sendiri best of 1. Dari segi draft sendiri Tigers mengambil hero-hero yang memang bagus dari segi combo wombo. Namun yang menjadi permasalahan adalah eksekusinya tidak berjalan dengan baik. Bahkan mereka cenderung terbawa permainan dari pain X yang berhasil tarik ulur tim Tigers. Beberapa kesalahan dilakukan oleh Tigers, mulai dari Reverse Polarity dari inYourdreaM yang mengenai ilusi dari Terrorblade hingga Blackhole dari MoonMeander yang tidak begitu efektif. Hal tersebut kemudian dimanfaatkan oleh pain X untuk mengembalikkan keadaan. Dengan memanfaatkan kesalahan-kesalahan yang dilakukan oleh Tigers akhirnya membuat pain X justru mendominasi permainan hingga akhirnya memaksa Tigers untuk mengetik “GG”. Dengan hasil tersebut Tigers harus puas dengan hasil akhir dan pulang lebih dulu. Meskipun begitu perjalanan mereka patut diapresiasi karena perjalanan mereka ke Kuala Lumpur Major ini tidak mudah, terlebih mereka harus meraih gelar juara terlebih dahulu di DreamLeague Season 10 melawan berbagai tim kuat di seluruh dunia. Well played Tigers, terima kasih telah memberikan performa terbaiknya. Read the full article

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Reverse polarity

Chapter 3

She moved towards him ignoring his question. Kneeling next to Murtagh she placed two of her fingers to his neck. Reassured by the steady thump she felt there she looked up at the red haired man.

“Lieutenant,” she paused, brow wrinkling as if making up her mind. “Are you able to help me move Mr. Fraser to my home, it is not far? I can assist him better there.”

“Aye, I can do that. Perhaps when we get there you may let me get in contact with my unit?”

She frowned at him. “At the moment I think it more important to get your friend away from the stones so he recover more quickly”. Leaving her basket where she had placed it on the ground she stood then stooped to try and get her arm under Murtagh’s armpit. Seeing what she was about James Fraser moved to his comrades other side and gently moving Murtagh’s position so that he was able to get his arm around him. He lifted Murtagh from the ground and over onto his shoulder. He grunted under the weight then indicated that she should lead the way.

Picking up her basket she started down the hill, thankful that the buzzing faded the further down she went. It did not take long to get to the croft and upon opening the door she indicated that James should enter and lay Murtagh on her bed.  She saw him stoop through her door and then heard him groan as he stood and pushed out his chest, arms back to relieve the strain his body had been under. It was then she realised his considerable height. He stood well over six feet. His head almost touching her ceiling.

He was a beautifully made man she thought, with piercing blue eyes that slanted like that of her cat. His hair was cropped short. Had he been ill she wondered but it was his clothes that made her look twice. He was dressed in a jacket and trousers that were made up of different shades of greens and browns. The bonnet that he had replaced on his head was black with some sort of emblem attached to it. He also wore some green material wrapped in various ways around his body. Realising she was staring she blushed and made to move to her fire.  She had forgotten it had gone out.

“Damn and blast,” she moaned as she headed to it. Kneeling she reached for some kindling feeling something cold and hard under her fingers. Her cat had kindly hidden his kill in amongst her firewood. Taking deep breaths she once again reached for the kindling avoiding the body of the rat then taking her flint tried to make a spark to light her fire.

“Have ye nay matched mistress?” His voice sounded close to her ear. The anglicised tones she had heard before in his speech disappearing making the highland lilt to his voice come to the fore.

“Matches? I apologise but I am unsure of what you speak.”

“Please let me help you with the fire. I will light it for you or perhaps you would prefer that I remove your friend outside indicating the rat. “Whichever you prefer miss.”

Taking a deep breath she stood and turning towards him she introduced herself. “My name is Sorcha,  ban-ogha of Raymond Beauchamp. Welcome to my home.”

Ban-ogha, Grandaughter

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Reverse Polarity Chapter 5

A load noise emanating from Jamie’s stomach broke the silence following Sorcha’s revelation.

“Oh”, she cried in dismay, “where are my manners? You must be hungry”. Sorcha groaned. “The chickens. I forgot the chickens. Please make yourself comfortable, I shall be back shortly. Then I will prepare you some food”. Grabbing her basket she made for the door. Jamie followed her.

“May I be of some assistance Miss Beauchamp? I grew up on a farm. My first task each morning as I was growing up was to see to the chickens”.

Sorcha halted then turned round to face him. “Your help would be appreciated. I must also check on my goats. One of the nanny’s is due to give birth and I must make sure she is not ready to deliver. There may also be wolves about and if so I will need to bring her closer to the cottage. But please call me Sorcha or Claire. Miss Beauchamp sounds so formal”.

From the bed a croaked voice rose. “Did ye mention food? I would appreciate some sooner rather than later”.

As Jamie opened his mouth to speak Sorcha placed a hand on his arm to stop him. “Please Mr Murtagh give your stomach time to settle. Get some rest. You will be more likely to keep the food down in a few hours rather than now”. Without waiting for a reply she opened the door and stepped out into the late afternoon light.

“This way”, she indicated to Jamie pointing down the hill away from the stones. It was not long until Jamie heard the indignant clucking of hens. Taking a deep breath Sorcha opened a gate that lead into the hens enclosure, closing it after Jamie entered. Sorcha then opened the door to the hen house proper and they quickly found themselves surrounded by the inhabitants. Pointing to a large wooden box that sat on a platform of stones Sorcha asked Jamie if he would mind feeding the hens whilst she hunted for eggs.

“They will not be happy when they are shut in again so quickly but I dare not leave them out overnight. The chances are too great that they would become some creatures meal and not necessarily a hunter of the four legged variety”.

“Do ye lose many animals to wolves, foxes and other predators?” Jamie asked. “It does seem that ye keep ye stock a wee distance from the house”.

“Aye, I do. I used to keep them closer and I have a feeling I may have to yet again but they get overstrung the further up the hill they are. As long as I could keep the enclosures secure they were as safe as I could make them but recently there has been predators of the two legged kind and from them it is more difficult to keep my animals secure”.

“Have ye no reported ye loses to the local police? Surely if someone is taking ye hens they ought to be informed?”

“Police? I am sorry but I have no understanding of your words. If you are speaking of The Watch they are as likely to take them as any. Lately we have had a few British patrols around here and they think they are entitled to my stock as they see fit. It used to be very quiet here. I used not to see anyone from one month to the next. Now though...Ah well standing here talking will not get the animals seen to”.

Quickly working together Jamie and Sorcha fed the hens and relieved them of the eggs. Sorcha left Jamie to round the reluctant feathered fiends up whilst she went to a nearby stream to get them fresh water. Locking them back into their coop, they exited the enclosure and went to track down goats and the few sheep that grazed the area. The nanny had not yet delivered her kid but her sides were heaving.

“I think I need to get her nearer home”, Sorcha sighed.  “I would hate for her to be too far away when she gives birth”.

Trying to catch the reluctant goat was not going to be easy for every time they approached her she leapt away. She was actually quite agile for one so near her time and neither Sorcha nor Jamie wanted to scare her into giving birth prematurely. Finally she was captured. Jamie removed the belt from his trousers and making a makeshift halter lead the goat back towards the cottage.

“is there somewhere safe we can put her?”

“Aye, there is a small outbuilding near the cottage. I will try and make it as comfortable as possible for her then prepare food for you and Mr, Murtagh”

“If it assists I will see to the goat. Just tell me where to find the outbuilding and where to get water and I will make her comfortable. Dinna fash Claire. I know what needs to be done”.

Relieved Sorcha pointed to a well and the outbuilding. “I will go and begin supper. Thank you for your assistance. I appreciate it”.

Leaving Jamie to his work Sorcha walked the short distance back to the cottage. Entering she Murtagh asleep on the bed. Knowing that the best remedy was sleep she left him and began to prepare a vegetable stew. Then she quickly prepared some bread dough, leaving it to rest close to the fire. Outside she heard a noise. Thinking at first it must be Jamie returning from seeing to the nanny she arose from stirring the stew to find the whisky that was kept high in a cupboard that nestled on the side wall of the chimney breast.

There was a banging on the door. That was not Jamie. There was no reason for him to bang on the door and she believed if it were he a gentle knock would have sufficed. Not this banging. “Open up in the name of the king”. She knew that voice and was petrified.

Murtagh sat up the banging having awoken him from his stupor. “What..?”

“Please be quiet. Please hide down the side of the bed”, Sorcha begged.

“I dinna hide lass. Who is making such a stramish?”

Frightened and without thinking Sorcha lifted a skillet from the table hitting Murtagh over the head with it. His unconscious form fell quickly and, luckily, off the bed to the side nearest the wall. Ensuring that the man could not be seen Sorcha went to the door and opened it.

[lokalgamecom-blog]

Tigers Sang Juara “Minor” Tumbang di Kuala Lumpur Major

Tigers menjadi tim yang bisa dibilang tidak terduga namun perjalanan mereka akhirnya mendapatkan gelar juara di turnamen minor DreamLeague Season 10 serta mendapatkan slot ekslusif untuk turnamen Kuala Lumpur Major, namun mereka masih belum berhasil meraih gelar juara selanjutnya di turnamen major yang masih berlangsung ini. Tigers sendiri masuk di grup yang bisa dibilang grup “neraka” dimana ada dua lawan beratnya, yaitu PSG. LGD dan Fnatic meskipun Gambit Esports juga salah satu lawan yang tangguh. Dua kali kalah dari PSG. LGD dan Fnatic serta satu kali menang dari Gambit Esports membuatnya bertahan di posisi 3 di fase group stage ini. Hasil tersebut masih belum membuatnya tereliminasi karena memang masih ada satu kesempatan lagi di lower bracket. Di babak selanjutnya ini Tigers harus berhadapan dengan tim asal Amerika Latin, yaitu paiN X. Dalam pertandingan ini baik Tigers maupun paiN X hanya memiliki satu kesempatan saja karena memang sistem pertandingannya sendiri best of 1. Dari segi draft sendiri Tigers mengambil hero-hero yang memang bagus dari segi combo wombo. Namun yang menjadi permasalahan adalah eksekusinya tidak berjalan dengan baik. Bahkan mereka cenderung terbawa permainan dari pain X yang berhasil tarik ulur tim Tigers. Beberapa kesalahan dilakukan oleh Tigers, mulai dari Reverse Polarity dari inYourdreaM yang mengenai ilusi dari Terrorblade hingga Blackhole dari MoonMeander yang tidak begitu efektif. Hal tersebut kemudian dimanfaatkan oleh pain X untuk mengembalikkan keadaan. Dengan memanfaatkan kesalahan-kesalahan yang dilakukan oleh Tigers akhirnya membuat pain X justru mendominasi permainan hingga akhirnya memaksa Tigers untuk mengetik “GG”. Dengan hasil tersebut Tigers harus puas dengan hasil akhir dan pulang lebih dulu. Meskipun begitu perjalanan mereka patut diapresiasi karena perjalanan mereka ke Kuala Lumpur Major ini tidak mudah, terlebih mereka harus meraih gelar juara terlebih dahulu di DreamLeague Season 10 melawan berbagai tim kuat di seluruh dunia. Well played Tigers, terima kasih telah memberikan performa terbaiknya. Read the full article

[loveautumndays]

Reverse polarity, chapter 4

A groan was heard coming from the bed. Sorcha quickly grabbed a bowl and reached Murtagh just in time for him to lose the contents of his stomach. A further groan followed and then a gruff voice requested, “whisky”.

“Water”, stated Sorcha firmly. “Whisky is no good for you in your current condition. You need fluids not alcohol”.

“Listen woman”, the gruff voice, “I ken what I need and it is whisky. Ye can take your water and shove it up your...”

“Sargent-Major!” James’ voice interrupted his warrant officers tirade. “Ye will do as ye are told. Now drink the water but slowly mind or you’ll be seeing it again”.

Humph was all the answer James had in reply but Murtagh did as he was ordered. Laying his head down on the pillow he glanced around the room. “Where are we? Last thing I remember there was an awful noise then blackness. Did some idiot try and blow us up? It was supposed to be an orienteering exercise not warfare. Where is everyone else?”

“That is a lot of questions sir. I will try to answer them as best I can. I was just telling James...”

“Jamie. Please call me Jamie. Whenever anyone calls me James I think I am in trouble”.

As I was telling...Jamie”, Sorcha smiled up at Jamie then turned back to Murtagh. “My name is Sorcha Ban-ogha of Raymond and at present you are in my home. I found you at the top of Craig Na Dun. You were unconscious. Jamie carried you here. There was no one else around”.

“For a lass with a Scottish name ye dinna sound Scots. Well no much anyway”. Murtagh obviously did not earn his rank in the diplomatic corps.

“I am not a Scot born”, replied Sorcha, “but I have been raised as one. I cannot remember much of my young life though I remember being called ‘Claire’. When my Seanair found me close to where I found you today he bought me here. His wife, Shona, raised me. She always spoke to me in the Gaelic. Her English was limited but she was kind. I called her ‘Seanmhair’, grandmother. Raymond was always disappearing. Going on his travels he said. He spoke to me in English and French”.

“Where is your grandfather now?” asked Jamie. “Perhaps he has a car that can take us to the nearest village? I need to contact my unit”. Now that Murtagh had recovered consciousness Jamie was eager to try and reunite with his men. He had seen no sign of a phone. Removing his walkie-talkie from his webbing he tried again to get a signal. Nothing.

Sorcha, eyes wide at the black box Jamie held in his hand, shook her head. “I have no idea where he is. He comes and goes as he pleases. He will bring me presents, food, books but always tells me I am not to leave this place. He says it is too dangerous out there for me. He must be correct. After all he is Guardian of the Stones”.

[loveautumndays]

The beginning to a ‘through the stones story’. Not very good and will be rewritten but just a place to keep it safe.

He had been sick. The smell was acrid and burnt his throat. With a groan he tried to move away, the nausea overwhelming him as he tried to fight it. Eventually he was able to crawl a few feet before blissful darkness took him once again.

The next time he awoke he was able to sit up. Removing a canteen from his webbing he took a few sips of water before looking at his surroundings.

All was as he remembered. He had climbed the hill and been assaulted by the noise that emanated from…where? It was still there, subdued compared to before, but still there. A humming such as that made by bees in a hive. He swallowed, his head starting to ache, a feeling of…doom…making him shudder. He had to get away.  he managed to stumblingly get to his feet. He walked a few paces before noticing a body. As quickly as he was able he approached the individual checking the pulse point in the neck which, happily, was beating strongly. Moving the person into the recovery position he sat down to wait.

He wondered where everyone else was. They were on exercise. They should have been looking for them by now. Feeling about his person he found his radio. Pressing the ‘talk’ button he waited for the noise he knew should indicate he was ‘live’ to speak. Nothing. The radio was dead. All he could do was wait until his companion woke and then they would attempt to re-join their unit.

He was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of someone singing. He shouted, “hello” and the singing stopped. He shouted again. ‘Can you help me? Hello. Hello’.

A woman came into view. She wore a long woolen skirt and an off-white shirt. She was carrying a roughly woven basket. Her brown curly hair tumbled around her shoulders but what he noticed were her eyes. They were the colour of very fine whisky.

As he came to his feet she moved backwards and began to turn as if to run. He removed the beret from his head, red hair glinting in the sun. ‘Please stop’, he almost begged, ‘I mean you no harm’.

She turned back towards him. Smiling he introduced himself.

‘I am Lieutenant James Fraser of the 9th Highland Regiment. This is my Warrant Officer, Murtagh Fraser. Do you happen to have a mobile phone I may borrow?’