#curry's ss run

[saviourkingslut]

anyway silver snow ending was whatever (im never getting over how seteth is done so dirty in this route it is insane) but i Finally managed to get these two to shack up which means i achieved my main goal 🙏🏻 get it old man!!!

[lizardlicks]

Nine People You'd Like To Get To Know Better

I was tagged by @blu3berrydraws, @erisenyo, and @paramouradrift lol thanks guys!

Relation Status: Married to my best friend and high school sweetheart

Favorite Color: green. any green. give me a green I will show you how beautiful it is

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Sweet tooth is currently satisfied. Spicy is just kind of a bonus. I think savory is looking good rn.

Three ships: Zukka is the obvious current answer, but I am a habitual multishipper by nature, so here are three ships that I very much enjoy which might not be on your radars!

First is @ablueeyedarcher's fault: How/Piandao. The SS CapyPanda. Are they minor characters who only show up for two or three episodes a piece? Yes. Do I care? No. Let them smooch.

Number two is Jee/Bato. Look. Jee is a tired gay man, He has served his time. Let him get out there and get the good dick. He's not a home wrecker though, he's not gonna get between whatever Bato has going on with Hakoda... unless maybe they invited him to get between them more literally.

Third is Zuko/Kuei. I know the the post canon comics pitted these two sad bitches against each other but listen, here me out. They're both young, inexperienced leaders dropped head first into navigating attempting to deescalate their countries post a century of hostilities with minimal helpful guidance, and they were also both used and betrayed by the father figures they we supposed to trust and rely on. What if when left alone, face to face, they bonded over venting their similar frustrations? What if that bonding turned into an unlikely friendship? What if that friendship tripped and rolled down a rocky hill of something more and they ended up in a secret affair between the heads of two of the world's most powerful states? What if it all came crashing in on them, but they couldn't untangle their very real feelings from their duty as leaders? What then?

First ever ship: Oh snap this is reaching back into Ye Old memory banks here. If I'm being totally honest I think it was the pink and green (later white, much later all the rest of the damn colors) rangers from the original run of the American version of Power Rangers. The internet didn't exist as we know it today so it was just a group of a half-dozen 7-9 year olds G O S S I P I N G on the playground between rounds of pretending to be actual velociraptors.

Last Song:

(Two Steps From Hell is my go-to writing times tune everything out music)

Last Film: Technically it was me and the rest of the adults post Thanksgiving diner keeping a running background commentary going on the worldbuilding choices in the Paw Patrol Movie that the little kids insisted on watching. Real answer, the last movie I sat down to watch with intention was Across the Spiderverse.

Last thing I Googled: solar chistmas lights. My coworker was complaining that her only outdoor outlet shares a load with an indoor one (which?? rude!) and her partner wouldn't let her put up more Christmas lights. I had to show her. The way her face lit up as she IMMEDIATELY zoomed to Amazon and started filling her cart. Apologies to her poor family and neighbors, but I definitely made her week and possibly her entire New Year.

Currently Reading: Hey did you know that @erisenyo is already releasing stuff for zukki week because she is. you should definitely go read that.

Currently Watching: Rewatching Blue Eye Samurai while spouse watches it for the first time. He's been big into old samurai and wuxia films since I can remember so I'm just sitting here anticipating his reactions to every easter egg and trope call back they've stuffed into this show and also spotting things I missed on the first round.

Currently Consuming: Peppermint mocha and a cheese, egg and sausage tornado. Don't question me.

Currently Craving: My cozy bed. Also a nice big bowl of curry.

Currently Working On: The next chapter of Learn to Carry Love. I'm so so so close to the finish aaargh!

Current Obsession(s): *Gestures at my blog*

And with that I'm gonna taaaaaaag @ablueeyedarcher @rainbowbarnacle @paintsplattere @allgremlinart @saccharineomens @thepioden @siggymcpissyface @curlicuecal and @yandereleorio! No obligation of course, just for a fun time if you wanna :D

[manwalksintobar]

Time and Materials  // Robert Hass

1 To make layers, As if they were a steadiness of days: It snowed; I did errands at a desk; A white flurry out the window thickening; my tongue Tasted of the glue on envelopes. On this day sunlight on red brick, bare trees, Nothing stirring in the icy air. On this day a blur of color moving at the gym Where the heat from bodies Meets the watery, cold surface of the glass. Made love, made curry, talked on the phone To friends, the one whose brother died Was crying and thinking alternately, Like someone falling down and getting up And running and falling and getting up. 2 The object of this poem is not to annihila To not annih The object of this poem is to report a theft, In progress, of everything That is not these words And their disposition on the page. The object o   f this poem is to report a theft,           In progre   ss of everything that exists That is not th   ese words           And their d   isposition on the page. The object        of    his poe is t        repor a theft           In rogres f ever hing at xists Th is no ese w rds           And their disp sit on o the pag 3 To score, to scar, to smear, to streak, To smudge, to blur, to gouge, to scrape. “Action painting,” i.e., The painter gets to behave like time. 4 The typo would be “paining.” (To abrade.) 5 Or to render time and stand outside The horizontal rush of it, for a moment To have the sensation of standing outside The greenish rush of it. 6 Some vertical gesture then, the way that anger Or desire can rip a life apart, Some wound of color.                            

[motherofqups]

ʙᴀɴɴᴇʀ ʙʏ @mappingthearcana​

MOC's Arcanaverse: Vesuvian Culture

Customs

Public bathing is a very common practice in the city of Vesuvia, due to the large number of public bathhouses. Bathhouses are not divided by gender, and public nudity is not considered taboo. Many sailors, shopkeeps, and laborers wear nothing but smallclothes at the height of Vesuvian summer.

The common language spoken in the city is known colloquially as "Vesuvian", but it is actually a hodgepodge of many languages (mainly Prakran, Rostam, and Nuru) as well as dialects of Vesuvian - it's formal language name is "Port Vesuvian" for this reason. Peoples from the Eastern Seas (such as Nevivon) tend to pick up Port Vesuvian very quickly for this reason.

Vesuvians value traits of warmth, curiosity, and hard work. They pride themselves on being welcoming and understanding of all; everyone is considered Vesuvian, whether they’re Vesuvian-born or Vesuvian-made. It’s rare to find a bad-natured Vesuvian amongst the working class, where most people either run shops or perform services and trades.

Clothing

Being a port city, Vesuvians have access to fabrics, patterns, styles and cultural influences from around the world. This reflects in their clothing, fashion, and trends, as well as Vesuvia’s influence on the fashion world.

Wealthy Vesuvians are dogged followers of fashion and international trends, and there is a booming demand for designer clothing in the Heart and Business districts. Many internationally recognized designers and clothing manufacturers call Vesuvia home; some consider Vesuvia to be the fashion capital of the Earthside realm. (Having an absolute knockout and fashion icon for a Countess doesn’t hurt, either.)

The average Vesuvian has less access to designer goods, but fashion still has its influence. Trends from around the world come and go, such as Rostam-influenced silhouettes, Romanni jewelry, or lacquered accessories from Nippon.

However, most Vesuvians opt for light flowing fabrics in either whites, brights, and floral or arabesque patterns. Lace is common, as is embroidery (often handmade or homemade), as are oversized silhouettes cinched with leather or suede belts, vests, or corsets. Men often opt for leather or cotton trousers or leggings. Shoes are sensible, sturdy and often waterproof; boots and sandals of leather or suede.

References: Needle & Thread SS 2020; Christian Dior Resort 2021; Alexander McQueen Pre-Spring 2019; Christian Dior Spring 2021; Etro FW 2020; Anna Sui SS 2020; Hussein Bazaza SS 2014; Alexander McQueen Pre-Spring 2019; STAUD SS RTW 2022

Food & Cuisine

Practically all foreign cuisines are available to Vesuvians of all income levels - Drakran, Prakran, and Busanese cuisines are particularly popular. Vesuvian cuisine has adapted to all of these influences - curries, noodle dishes, stir-fried dishes, tofu and pasta all have a place on the average Vesuvian dinner table.

Cinnamon, orange zest, and orangeflower water are all very common spices and flavorings for desserts, sweet pastries, and savory dishes. The flavor combination is often considered emblematic of Vesuvian cuisine.

Vesuvians love their spicy food. Gallipoli pepper, Busanese pepper, Ming Waspflower buds, and Desert Nomad pepper are all popular spices, as are hot sauces from all cultures.

Many Vesuvians have their own rooftop gardens in which they grow herbs, vegetables, and even orange trees. Tomatoes, greens, lettuces, long beans, squash and bell peppers are common sides, as are pickled winter vegetables.

Potatoes, gourds and pumpkins of all kinds can also be grown in Vesuvian soil - hot sweet potatoes with honey and cinnamon is a popular street food in the drizzly winter. Pumpkin is popular for sweet and savory dishes year round.

Because wheat and grains are a major Vesuvian export, breads, pastries and sweets are a big part of the Vesuvian diet. Bread is often baked at home, but is also commonly sold in shops and stalls in the bazaar. Common Vesuvian breads include challah braids, sesame buns, seed bread, and orange rolls.

@mappingthearcana

[hyenahunt]

Secret Service: TERRORISM - 3

Writer: Akira

Season: Winter

Characters: Madara, Ibara, Nagisa

Proofreading: bakemonoremy (JP) & Skyress (ENG)

Translation: haranami

Madara: “I Welcome You to Shikoku ☆ With Open Arms ☆ Saegusa Ibara-san!”

Location: Airport Lobby

[A few minutes later.]

Madara: “I Welcome You to Shikoku ☆ With Open Arms ☆ Saegusa Ibara-san!”

Ibara: Is this some sort of trend now?

Nagisa: …I see. This must be the famous phenomenon known as a “running gag.” What a wonderful learning experience.

Madara: Hahaha! Come one, come all! Welcome to Shikoku, Adam!

Ibara: You’re being far too loud! Do you not understand the position you’re in?

Madara: Hahaha! You’re a barrel of laughs! We’re up against a pro, y’know? I doubt I’d be able to hide from him if I tried.

Actually, kicking up a fuss and gathering everybody’s attention is bound to make it harder for our enemies to lay a hand on us.

If you wanna hide a tree, go to a forest! If you wanna hide a criminal, stick ‘em in a crowd! Class dismissed ☆

Nagisa: …You’re as needlessly unsettling as always, Madara-kun.

…“Enemies”? “Criminals”? What’s all this about? What on earth have you been scheming, having joined hands with Ibara?

Madara: I don’t see why I should tell you. We’re not really joining hands, though; we just happen to have a common goal, so we’re working together for a lil’ while.

Ibara: I believe that falls within the bounds of “joining hands.” But we aren’t exactly working together. It would be more accurate to say that he’s working for me.

In exchange for a certain type of recompensation, Mikejima-shi has agreed to follow my orders.

My great-uncle has been using SS to further some wicked agenda of his — this is all towards the purpose of nipping those ambitions in the bud.

Nagisa: …Your great-uncle the Gatekeeper, hm? He doesn’t seem like the type to plot and scheme.

Madara: Fufu. Seems like you’re pretty well informed ‘bout that sorta stuff. I’m glad you decided to join us — I oughta count my lucky stars!

There are gaps in the information I was able to gather, y’see. You just might be the person who can help me fill ‘em up.

Ibara: Well, I’m rather nervous. I can only hope that His Excellency doesn’t mention anything uncalled for.

Nagisa: …I won’t cause trouble for you, Ibara.

…But anything that involves Father involves me as well, and I don’t wish to be left out of the loop.

Madara: Hahaha. It looks like we’re all in different positions, and we all have different objectives. That’s exactly why an exchange of information should come in handy.

There’s a cafe nearby that I’ve sweeped. It doesn’t have any security cameras or wiretaps, so we can talk things through there.

If we start rambling about God or secret schemes in public, we’d prooobably get the police called on us. Hahaha ♪

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Location: A café in Shikoku

Madara: Alrighty, go ahead and order any drink you’d like!

This cafe’s managed by someone I’m on good terms with — I helped ‘em out with a festival that was held here in the past.

‘Course, that doesn’t guarantee that they’re completely trustworthy. But this place should be secure enough for us to have a leisurely chat.

Ibara: Yes, this also appears to be part of a chain that His Highness Hiyori’s elder brother has curried favor with. Although I do detest it when people say things like, “You can always trust your relatives.”

Nagisa: …That’s right. For example, those living within countries embroiled in civil unrest would likely find their relatives to be the people they must be most wary of.

…Oh, I’d like to order some tangerine juice.

Ibara: You’re going to turn orange if you keep consuming all these tangerines.

Nagisa: …Well, you don’t let me have citrus fruits too often.

Madara: Hahaha. You’re almost like parent and child! How heartwarming ♪

But anyways, before we start negotiating, let’s make our positions clear.

You ranked second in last year’s SS, so Eden’s acquired seed rights; you’re exempted from participating in the preliminary round.

Ibara: Yes, that’s why we’ve been resting and preparing ourselves for the real battle ahead of us.

Simultaneously, we’ve been investigating my great-uncle, who is a member of SS’s management — he’s been pulling the strings behind the scenes. This is more of a personal undertaking, however.

Madara: So Ibara-san’s acting as an individual. Naturally, I’m helping him based on my personal agenda, too…

Nagisa: …That’s how you always are, Madara-kun.

…In the end, it appears that you didn’t fulfill SS’s requirements, which is why you’re unable to participate in the preliminary rounds.

Madara: Nothing I can do about that. The management doesn’t consider MaM to be a proper unit.

Yumenosaki was the only institution that’d actually acknowledge something like a “solo unit.”

Mine was just the fruitless flower of a bygone age. I get why they’re a bad idea — why they need to be disqualified from the competition — even if that doesn’t sit well with me.

Nagisa: …Why didn’t you just perform as Double Face instead of MaM?

…You’d have more than one member that way, which would ensure that you’d qualify as a unit.

Madara: Hm? I didn’t even consider that… My partner in Double Face is Kohaku-san, though, and I’m pretty sure he’d rather perform with the rest of Crazy:B.

Besides, I’m sure he’s happier that way.

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[gem-quest]

[ QUEST 02. — I N F E R N A ]

taglist: @bebemoon​ @now-on-elissastillstands​ @armadasneon​ @mysteriousdeathofpoe​

[ M E R M A I D . C O V E . L E V E L . 3 0 ]

They managed to beat Aydina and the pirates, thank God, because otherwise, Aydina’s commentary would have been insufferable. Tourmaline, an annoying Obsidian player whose “bubblegum” ability was nevertheless rather impressive, discreetly attached some of the sticky hot pink substance as she hurled the turtle-shell-turned-dodgeball back at the pirate queen. The dodgeball connected with Aydina’s arm and stuck, the momentum from the throw pushing her out of bounds and securing the victory for the rest of them.

As soon as the annoying sappy NPC lady finished her dialogue on the shore of the beach, she disappeared in a puff of sky blue smoke, transforming into the Angel’s Breath. The SS-rank potion looked like a wispy blue semi-gaseous substance, encased in a crystalline bottle with a mini halo floating around the cork and tiny white wings attached to the back, “flapping” to keep the potion bottle afloat.

The Angel’s Breath was directly in front of Neddy - they’d activated the event under her account, which had completely slipped Inferna’s mind...until now. The potion hovered cheerfully in front of her, a stark contrast against the tension that filled the air as their teammates eyed the grand prize. Out of the corner of her eye, she could make out other players closing in on them.

Inferna rolled her eyes. She was hungry as fuck, and she didn’t care about the Angel’s Breath. Turning to Neddy, she said, “Look, I hear they’re serving free sushi back in Yue City, so if we-” her words were cut off as Tourmaline, the player who’d won the game for them, sent a stream of sticky pink magical “bubblegum” towards the potion, evidently intending to take it for herself.

“Hey now, what the hell?” Inferna shouted, just as one of their other teammates stomped on a pile of Black Pearls, releasing a thick cloud of smoke.

Inferna had one of her flaming daggers out in an instant. Using it as a light source to see through the smoke, she grabbed Neddy’s hand - not bothering to check where the Angel’s Breath was - and began running in a random direction. 

As she pushed through the smoke, Inferna caught a glimpse of Morningstar’s scary-looking scythe swinging through the air (she’d have to thank the other Obsidian player for the ‘vodka potions’ at some other time), a flash of Tourmaline’s deceptively innocent bubblegum. And Balestra was ahead of them, some distance away. 

“Hurry up and cast an ictuium!” she yelled over her shoulder, dragging Neddy along with her.

“Okay, okay!” Neddy replied, evidently winded by their mad dash through the smoke.

[ Y U E . C I T Y . L E V E L . 01 ]

A blink of darkness, and then the two of them were back in Yue City, in an alleyway. Inferna came to a screeching halt, and they fell against the wall of the building next to them. Inferna was breathing hard - as was Neddy, who was clutching at the stitch in her side.

Inferna squinted, letting her eyes adjust to the bright sunlight. She glanced over at the Moonstone player. “You good?” she asked, picking herself up and holding a hand out for Neddy.

Neddy blew out a breath, puffing her cheeks before beginning to laugh. “That was...awesome!” She exclaimed, slapping her hand into Inferna’s.

Inferna grinned. “You think so?” She asked, and pulled Neddy to her feet. “Isn’t Aydina such an asshole? You see what I mean now, right?”

Inferna took a moment to scan their surroundings, trying to figure out how far they were from the free sushi event she’d heard about. “Let’s go get food?” She proposed. “I’m fucking starving.”

“Right behind you.”

Inferna grinned, upon hearing Neddy’s agreement, and she trotted out of the alleyway, pulling out her player-plexus to consult the Obsidian free food group chat she’d started not long after she first joined the game. Other players were sharing pics of their meals, and Inferna zoomed in on a picture of a small “rice bear”, evidently relaxing in a bowl of some kind of curry or broth.

“Oh my gosh! Look at this,” she said excitedly, thrusting her player-plexus into Neddy’s hands.

Neddy raised both of her eyebrows, and Inferna stifled a giggle when the other player’s stomach made an audible noise. “Let’s go,” she agreed.

Inferna grinned again. She started down the street in the direction of the town square, where there were supposed to be market stalls and outdoor picnic tables set up for the players.

A thought occurred to her. “Oh! Do you know what happened to the Angel’s Breath?” She asked, pausing and turning to face Neddy.

Neddy blinked. “Oh,” she said. She reached around to her rucksack and rummaged for a moment. Finally, she drew the potion out, the vial enveloped by a faint blue glow as the miniature angel wings attached to it flapped cheerfully. “Right. I have it.” 

Neddy seemed troubled, as she stared at the potion. “So much fuss over this stupid thing, and I don’t even have anyone to resurrect.”

Inferna grinned and punched Neddy in the arm, playfully. “Holy shit!” She exclaimed, admiring the potion. “Well, fuss or not, I bet you could sell it for a ton of gold,” Inferna said. “If you don’t want to actually resurrect someone.”

“Yeah…” Neddy said thoughtfully, turning the bottle over in her fingers. “Maybe.”

Inferna punched Neddy in the arm again. “Well, put that away for now, and let’s go get food!” And with that, Inferna spun on her heel, tugging Neddy along behind her as she determinedly headed down the street. It wasn’t long afterwards that they reached the sunny open square, filled with the hustle and bustle of all sorts of players who wanted to get their hands on some free food. After briefly consulting the map, Inferna dragged Neddy towards the rice bear stall. She quickly grabbed two bowls from the wooden table, and then plopped down at a picnic table, taking out a standard-sized bottle of Inferna Sauce.

She spread some sauce liberally over her own rice bear, swirling the bright red condiment into fun little curlicues to “decorate” her own bear, before she plunked the bottle down in the middle of the table. “You can have as much as you want,” she said, beaming at Neddy as she pulled out her player-plexus and tapped open the ‘camera’ function. “Say cheese?”

Neddy took the sauce bottle and beamed for Inferna. “Formaggio!” said the other girl, as Inferna snapped a picture and quickly forwarded it to her.

Neddy then sauced her rice bear just as liberally. Inferna took a picture of her own bear and then tasted a spoonful of the curry. “Oh, this is so good,” she said, and took another bite.

She was halfway into her third bite when Inferna remembered the potions from Morningstar. Inferna put her spoon down and rummaged through her things until she found the bottle - it looked like a standard potion bottle, cork and all, filled with a clear liquid.

“Morningstar made me a vodka potion. Or was it tequila? Something like that,” she said, by way of explanation. “I’m still waiting for something in this game to smoke like weed, but so far, no luck.”

She grinned, and put the potion down on the table, going back to rummaging through her inventory for something to use as a shot glass - as well as something to chase it with. “You want some?”

Neddy wrinkled her nose. “No, thanks,” she said. “I’ve never been much of a drinker.”

Inferna laughed. “Suit yourself,” she said, finding a teacup that she’d (probably) stolen from the Tearoom to substitute for a shot glass. There was no soda in-game, as far as Inferna knew, so she also took out a bottle of pomegranate juice that she’d somehow gotten her hands on, a while back.

She uncorked the potion, sniffed at it, then poured herself a shot. She then passed a teacup to Neddy and poured her some of the pomegranate juice.

“Cheers?” Inferna said, holding up her own teacup.

“Cheers,” Neddy grinned. They clinked their cups together. “To us, the victorious...victors. Eh, whatever. We kicked ass today.”

Inferna grinned, too. “We did,” she agreed, downing her drink and then immediately chugging some of the pomegranate juice, straight from the bottle. She let out a satisfied ahhhh, then took a bite of her food.

“Tell me how the sauce tastes?”

Neddy, mouth full of juice, hummed with a thumbs up. Then, rubbing her hands together, she said, “Right, let’s try this.”

Inferna watched as Neddy took a bite, sat for a moment, and then her eyes started to water. She started to flap her hand and suck air to cool the inside of her mouth. There was no way to help herself and look demure at the same time.

Inferna chuckled, and handed Neddy the open bottle of pomegranate juice. “Good, then?” She asked, taking another bite of her own rice bear.

Neddy coughed into the crook of her arm, her face turning pink. She accepted the juice gratefully and took a swig. “De-delicious,” she wheezed. “I...love it. What’s that made from-m? Garlic and hellfire?”

Inferna giggled, and drizzled a bit more of the sauce over her food. “Too spicy?” she asked, pouring herself another shot. “It’s my own recipe. I had to sort of make it up on the go inside the game, but once I found the right ingredients it was easy,” she said, and downed the second shot, wincing slightly at the taste and taking a swig of the juice to wash it down.

She grinned again. “Though maybe we should just stick to giving Jack the sauce.”

“Still,” Neddy said, looking down at her lap. “You’ve gotten pretty far on your own skill. It’s nice to have someone around again who knows what they’re doing. God knows I don’t.”

Inferna shrugged. “Nah, not really, I was on Reddit 24/7 before. And there was a Discord server with other players that I regularly consulted. I didn’t figure out most of this game by myself.” She shrugged, again, and grinned. “I’m just here to fuck around before I have to graduate and get a boring desk job, you know?”

“What about you? Why’d you join Gem Quest?”

Neddy looked...uncomfortable? “Mm,” she began hesitantly. “A boy…. I joined to spend time with him.” 

Inferna cocked her head to the side, curious. “Oh? Was it Jack? I’d definitely join this game to spend time with Jack.”

At that, Neddy smirked a little. “No,” she said on an exhale, her shoulders lifting and falling. “I wish…. So, it’s no wonder you’re so savvy in this game- you’re a tech-head. Me and computers, not friends. I’m pretty sure Siri is out to get me, and every digital watch I’ve ever worn has died within twenty-four hours. And I still have a flip phone. So...” 

Inferna snorted out a laugh. “I mean, I prefer the term video game aficionado, but I guess you could say that. My parents made me major in computer science too, so…” she trailed off, thoughtfully. “In all honesty, I only joined Gem Quest because League has this thing where you have to pay $10 for each skin, and I’m not fucking made of money. And GQ has better clothes in general, I think.”

“How the fuck do you survive with a flip phone, though?!” 

Neddy shrugged and sipped her juice. “Smartphones intimidate me. I like simplicity…. You can’t even imagine how long it took me to figure out the Plexus. I think I was diving everyone crazy asking questions…. If we both make it out of here, maybe you can help me figure out Smartphones so I can finally enter the twenty-first century. Maybe start up an Instagram like all the other kids.” 

“Oh, yeah,” Inferna said, confidently. “I mean, the good thing about flip phones is that you can literally throw them at the wall and they’ll be fine. I dropped my old slide phone from 3 stories up once, and it worked perfectly.” 

Inferna was starting to feel the effects of the first shot - it wouldn’t be long before she was tipsy. Inferna was...kinda a lightweight, in all honesty, and taking two shots in a row, on a fairly empty stomach, wasn’t exactly her brightest idea ever.

She’d practically demolished the rice bear, though. After slurping up the last bit of the curry, she asked Neddy, “Are you in school, right now? I’m a junior, and like I said, a CS major.”

“Actually, before all of this I was waiting to be accepted to a school,” Neddy replied. Then, a little bashfully, she added, “For dance.”

Inferna’s eyes lit up. “Really?” she said, whistling. “That’s badass. I’ve never been able to dance a day in my life. When were you supposed to hear back?”

Neddy hugged her elbows and sat forward, her lilac hair swinging forward. “A couple weeks ago,” she answereed. “But I’m here, so...it’s unlikely, even if I did get accepted, that I’ll be going.”

Inferna frowned slightly. “Well, did you want to leave the game to check then?”

The other girl seemed slightly downcast, and before Inferna could press the issue further, a shadow passed overhead. Everyone nearby looked up, including Inferna.

Neddy said, “Oh. Jack’s looking for us.”  

Inferna squeed, and clapped her hands. “Let’s go meet up with him?” she asked, polishing off what remained of her food and taking one last shot. She took another swig of the juice and began putting her things back into her player-plexus, dragging out a box of sugar cubes as she did so.

Neddy did the same, downing the rest of her juice. She then stood and shouldered her rucksack. “Ready,” she announced. “Onward.”

So, with a bottle of sauce and the box of sugar cubes tucked in her bag, Inferna grabbed Neddy’s hand and began making her way out of the square and towards the Wildflower Meadow, following the shadow across the sky.

They were going to find Jack!!!!

[maxismatchccworld]

Ultimate SBA Baller

Created for: The Sims 4 by asiashamecca

*** Tested with Seasons and Game Version 1.45.62.1020 (July 31, 2018 Update) *** PLEASE NOTE: You WILL need the newest Neia Career Commons file (included in download) also! This career is the companion to my SBA Baller career. It starts off pretty much the same as SBA Baller, but then gives the option for 3 additional career tracks. If you love basketball but want MORE, this one is for you. You can have both this career and the regular SBA Baller in your game with no problems. I made a basketball club and set up a team to back up my Ultimate player. It was fun! A few words on the pay levels. Their still INSANE by EA standards but they’re researched and reasonably accurate against actual annual pro basketball salaries and the other career tracks as well. ALSO, when you start the bonus tracks, your pay levels will drop. That isn't a glitch. Pro ball players make the big Simoleons, but you're starting over after your career ending injury. The game isn't really set up for that though. You’ll get the standard message about a raise, but the amount of your raise will be a negative (whatever the drop is). Ironically you still get a bonus though, so still a win.   I tested this thoroughly through all the tracks and while it looks a bit funny, it doesn't cause any problems and you continue to progress with raises after that as usual. SO, without further ado, on to' Ultimate SBA Baller So, you want to be an Sims Basketball Association athlete? These players come in all shapes and sizes, from natural shooters such as Kyle Korver to athletes determined to increase their career longevity such as Willie Green. But the recipe is simple: efficiency, readiness and a grasp of system basketball. You want the mega Simoleons, the fame and the big endorsements? You need grit. You need hustle. You've gotta WANT it playah! Want Career Details? Click the Spoiler! First Round Draft Pick For the 30 players who will be selected in the first round of the SBA Draft, there aren't many decisions left to make ' other than what color suit to wear, that is. You can't choose what team you'll get to play for, and even your salary will be dictated by the SBA's rookie wage scale. You got picked in the first round by San Myshuno! Go Llamas! Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 4247 Per Day: 16988 Schedule: -TWTF- Objectives: Fitness 4 Summer League Star The SBA Summer League, also known as the Lucky Simoleon Summer League, is an off-season competition organized by the National Basketball Association. SBA teams come together to try out different summer rosters instead of their regular season line-ups, including rookie, sophomore and G League affiliate players. You don't just want to Simoleons, you want the fame (and even more Simoleons)! Time to shine baller! Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 5247 Per Day: 20988 Schedule: MTW--SS Objectives: Fitness 6, Charisma 1 Rookie Stunner Wait a minute, you're telling me they have catered food? Salmon cakes, asparagus and salad  like, for free? I don't have to throw in money for Domino's or Wal-Mart pizza every night with my roommates like in college? I'm about to go Kobe on this whole damn league. And then reality sets in. Don't forget where you came from Rookie. They're calling you the next Steph Curry for a reason. Better get some sleep on the plane. You're gonna need it to keep this up. Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 6254 Per Day: 25016 Schedule: -T-TFS- Objectives: Fitness 8, Charisma 3 SBA Superstar A superstar is someone who can have a team built around them. They should be able to take them deep into the playoffs and be that ONE you can depend on in the closing minutes. A GM would literally break their arm before trading a you. And if by some miracle you get traded, the other team would have to give up everything -including the kitchen sink- to acquire you. You already have a Championship under your belt. Time to make this team a DYNASTY baby! Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 7943 Per Day: 31772 Schedule: -T-TF-S Objectives: Fitness 9 Championship Dynasty Leader Most teams would be lucky to have one Richie Striker SBA Championship Trophy in their case. The San Myshuno Llamas are a certified dynasty and every commentator (except the haters) attribute that to YOU. You're being called the next Lebron James... the next Kobe Bryant... the next Michael Jordan! You wake up in the morning and sign a new endorsement. You have more Simoleons than you can spend. As long as you're not hobbled by a career ending injury, nothing can stop you! Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 9142 Per Day: 37648 Schedule: -TW-FS- Objectives: Fitness 10, Charisma 5 Track 1: Coach When it comes to judging your job performance, everyone seems to be an expert and have the qualifications to criticize you. Fans, the media, and the team's organization or administration all seem at the ready to offer you either the thumbs up or thumbs down signal. What's even more frustrating is that so much of this external judgment comes from individuals who don't seem to have a clue about you, your players, or what you're trying to accomplish with the team. You know what you want though baller. You want to be the best... again. SCAA Coach We had to say it didn't we? The highlight reel of your career ending injury went viral. Bones really shouldn't stick out like that (or knees bend in that direction for that matter). Well the haters hated and the media had a field day with "Oh, how the mighty have fallen." stories. But you hobbled on down to Windenburg University and landed a sweet SCAA coaching gig. Sure, they basically hired you because your name will fill the stands, but you won't rest until Windenburg U. is next SCAA darling. Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 1282 Per Day: 6410 Schedule: -TWTFS- Objectives: Logic 3, Wellness 3, Charisma 5 SBA Journeyman Coach OK, maybe you won't be the next John Wooden. But your talent did catch the eye of an SBA GM. Now you're a journeyman coach. A few seasons here. A season there. The best way to make a reputation in the league is simple: be good at your job. And you are. Your Midas touch has not gone unnoticed, but your dream is to get back to San Myshuno and make the Llamas great again. Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 1345 Per Day: 5380 Schedule: --WTFSS Objectives: Logic 5, Wellness 5 Assistant Coach Yes! You made the right connections and finally landed a plumb job in your beloved San Myshuno. The team has fallen on hard times since your femur decided it would rather be on the outside of your body, but you have a lot of ideas to get them back in fighting shape. Prove your worth and keep those Llamas winning. That head coach is getting up there (and the owner isn't too happy with the team record). Who better to fill his shoes than you? Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 1410 Per Day: 5640 Schedule: -T-TF-- Objectives: Logic 7, Wellness 7 Head Coach It's go time. You were a highly valued assistant coach and well-regarded defensive mind before the owner had his hissy and fired the top guy. Now it's your time to show them what you can do! Run practices, recruit players and call the plays during games that will make San Myshuno great again. You tasted the life of a dynasty member before and you want it again! Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 2991 Per Day: 14955 Schedule: --WTFS- Objectives: Logic 8, Wellness 8 Championship Dynasty Coach Few coaches in the history of basketball have been as intimidating, polarizing and utterly successful as YOU! In all, more than 300 men have been head coaches in the SBA. Most haven't lasted long. In a league that churns through coaches like Elizabeth Taylor through husbands, a select few have enjoyed successful careers spanning more than a decade. You let your work, job, and your commitment do the talking. Pretty much everyone else hates your guts, but San Myshuno thanks you. Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 10684 Per Day: 53420 Schedule: --WTFS- Objectives: Logic 10, Wellness 10 Track 2: General Manager An SBA general manager is responsible for player contract negotiations. Typically, the general manager also supervises the operations of the coaching staff, which includes the power to hire and fire coaches and coaching assistants. It's a life full of stress and phone calls but the Llamas are worth it and your innate talent for the game could take you far. Assistant Director of Scouting We had to say it didn't we? The highlight reel of your career ending injury went viral. Bones really shouldn't stick out like that (or knees bend in that direction for that matter). Anyone can watch a game, and anyone can be right about a few players, but having success in this job over the long haul is more difficult than people think. Do you have the eye for talent over the long haul? Start with finding your replacement. Mood: Focused PTO: .33 Hourly: 240 Per Day: 1920 Schedule: MTWTF-- Objectives: Logic 3, Charisma 6 Director of Player Personnel Player evaluation, sometimes called scouting, is a central part of a director of player personnel's job. He must pull together all the information on a player, including input from team scouts and coaches, recruiting services and other sources, to present to the general manager and head coach. You had an amazing run as a scout but keeping a whole team running is a whole new level of challenge. Use those instincts and study up on compliance to keep moving up in the front office! Mood: Focused PTO: .33 Hourly: 386 Per Day: 3088 Schedule: MTWTF-- Objectives: Logic 5 Assistant General Manager You definitely have a proven knowledge of the game. But, there's no draft and connections won't cut it. You need to prove you can make good decisions at a very high level before an owner puts all the control in your hands. Keep all of those (basket) balls in the air and keep the Llamas winning championships. Your dream job is so CLOSE! Mood: Focused PTO: .33 Hourly: 961 Per Day: 7688 Schedule: MTWTF-- Objectives: Logic 7, Charisma 7 SBA General Manager SBA general managers must wear numerous hats. First, GMs are responsible for overseeing all the business and financial operations of the team. Most have an important role in public relations as the public face of the team. Many GMs also have significant roles in player personnel decisions, including drafting, handling free agents and contracts. You're the captain of the ship now. There's nowhere else to go... or is there? Mood: Focused PTO: .33 Hourly: 3365 Per Day: 26920 Schedule: MTWTF-- Objectives: Logic 9 President of Sports Franchises Congratulations team President! You're now the CEO of the Llama's franchise. Your job now is to make money for the company. The main way you can do this is to fill those seats for every game. Along with selling tickets, you make sure every other money-making opportunity is exploited: concessions; box seats; season tickets; corporate accounts; souvenirs; broadcast rights and licensing fees. Working your way up to the top meant knowing the sport inside and out, but even more than that it meant being the best business person in San Myshuno. Maybe you should take a day off every once in a while. Mood: Focused PTO: .33 Hourly: 6211 Per Day: 49688 Schedule: MTWTF-- Objectives: Logic 10, Charisma 8 Track 3: CSPN SBA Commentator Sports broadcasters work as analysts or play-by-play announcers for sports networks or specific teams. Their duties may include presenting news, calling games, and interviewing guests. Work might be stressful, with tight schedules and deadlines being the norm for these professionals. But play your cards right and you'll be hearing those magic notes; "Duh-duh-dunt! Duh-duh-dunt!" from the right side of the CSPN sports desk. CSPN Guest Commentator We had to say it didn't we? The highlight reel of your career ending injury went viral. Bones really shouldn't stick out like that (or knees bend in that direction for that matter). Time to trade on your fame. CSPN comes calling and you land your first post injury gig as a celebrity guest commentator. You'll have to show them you're more than just a handsome face who can wear a suit. Your talents extend beyond the court (and it's a good thing they do). Time to parley this limited job into an even more profitable career! Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 676 Per Day: 2028 Schedule: -TWTFS- Objectives: Charisma 7 CSPN Play-by-Play Commentator A sports play-by-play announcer gives a running commentary of a game in real time. You have to have a referee level of basketball knowledge and enough wit to keep it interesting without being annoying. But man does it suck being that close to the thrill of the sport with nothing to show for it but getting covered in second hand sweat. Study up on those basketball plays and keep your eye on the next prize... Sideline reporter. Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 1442 Per Day: 7210 Schedule: --WTFS- Objectives: Charisma 8, Logic 4 CSPN Sideline Reporter �Let's go to the third member of our team today. . .� It's a throw like that, from the sideline reporter, that has become a staple of game coverage on CSPN and throughout the industry. You're a welcome face on the San Myshuno courts, and your knowledge and game cred are respected throughout the industry. Do you have the charisma, uniqueness, nerve and talent to go beyond San Myshuno? Can you take your skills nationwide to get to the platform as a Game Analyst? Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 1952 Per Day: 9760 Schedule: --WTFSS Objectives: Logic 6 CSPN Game Analyst You're one of the best commentators in sports. You're respected and admired, and for good reason. Your work-ethic and your passion for the SBA are second-to-none. Now you'll be able to share all of your knowledge from the booth, with SBA fans on a regular basis. The good ones provide insight, analysis, background information and humor and help us understand and enjoy the game. You aim to be the best, so you can land your own show! Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 2884 Per Day: 26920 Schedule: -TWTFS- Objectives: Charisma 9, Logic 7, Comedy 2 CSPN Prime-Time Studio Analyst The SBA has long been a star-driven league, from the days of Wilt and Russell, to the era of Larry, Magic and Michael, to more modern times of Shaq, Kobe, AI and the current generation of King James' reign. Perhaps in the SBA more than any other major American sport, the announcers have been as much a part of the game as the players. Is it possible that you're more important to the game of basketball as a studio analyst than you were as a Hall of Fame player? Your paycheck certainly thinks so! Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 2884 Per Day: 26920 Schedule: -TWTFS- Objectives: Charisma 10, Logic 8, Comedy 5 Career cheat is tested and working! Select CTRL+SHIFT+C Enter: testingcheats on And then: careers.promote career_Adult_UltimateSbaBaller I did not in ANY way base this on any other career. It's 100% my own creation and a LOT of work went into it. So... Thank you so much in advance if you decide to try Ultimate SBA Baller. I hope your Sim enjoys living ALL their pro basketball dreams.

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Time and Materials | Robert Hass

1 To make layers, As if they were a steadiness of days: It snowed; I did errands at a desk; A white flurry out the window thickening; my tongue Tasted of the glue on envelopes. On this day sunlight on red brick, bare trees, Nothing stirring in the icy air. On this day a blur of color moving at the gym Where the heat from bodies Meets the watery, cold surface of the glass. Made love, made curry, talked on the phone To friends, the one whose brother died Was crying and thinking alternately, Like someone falling down and getting up And running and falling and getting up. 2 The object of this poem is not to annihila To not annih The object of this poem is to report a theft, In progress, of everything That is not these words And their disposition on the page. The object o   f this poem is to report a theft,           In progre   ss of everything that exists That is not th   ese words           And their d   isposition on the page. The object     of his poe is t     repor a theft           In rogres f ever hing at xists Th is no ese w rds           And their disp sit on o the pag 3 To score, to scar, to smear, to streak, To smudge, to blur, to gouge, to scrape. “Action painting,” i.e., The painter gets to behave like time. 4 The typo would be “paining.” (To abrade.) 5 Or to render time and stand outside The horizontal rush of it, for a moment To have the sensation of standing outside The greenish rush of it. 6 Some vertical gesture then, the way that anger Or desire can rip a life apart, Some wound of color.

[sparklyjojos]

[Disco Wednesdayyy part 11/?] ---Disco goes on a big dream adventure, which isn’t nearly as nice as it sounds [tw: body horror, eye horror, fingore]---

Last time, we learned we had a demon problem, and Kozue went missing. In order to allow Sakurazuki to find Kozue, Disco has to fall asleep in Kimura’s room (we’re not yet told exactly how this is supposed to work, but hey, Sakurazuki thinks it’ll work). What follows is basically a weird dream (?) sequence a’la Asura Girl, but much better.

--

Disco ‘wakes up’ in his office in San Diego. It’s 25th July 1986, and we’ll quickly see that in this dreamscape Disco doesn’t remember things that happened after that date, like the Pine House or even who Kozue is.

The one who ‘woke him up’ is Sharon Styron, who brought with her a boy she had found by her pool. The 17-year-old boy introduces himself as Mitamura Saburou and claims he was somehow transported from Nishi Akatsuki in Japan to San Diego in under an hour, and he thinks he could have been kidnapped. That’s not the reason Mitamura came to Disco, though. He wants the detective to find his missing brothers, Ichirou and Jirou.

Somebody knocks on the door, and Disco is startled to find that it’s a giant guy who looks like he’s entirely wrapped in black leather, with his face being a featureless surface, seemingly “boiling and squirming” [a Silent Hill monster, pretty much]. The man (?) introduces himself as SS Nail Peeler (”Not that SS. It’s short for ‘super sadistic’, actually.” Can I just say that I love how even the murder demon doesn’t want to be associated with Those Guys). Nail Peeler says that Disco is ‘in the wrong world’, and that he has to go back to the Pine House. He calls Disco ‘Odoriba Mizutarou’, which is one of the many nicknames the protagonist works under. [It’s the equivalent of ‘Dancefloor Wednesguy’ and I love how on the nose it is.]

At this moment Mitamura starts screaming, so Disco turns around and sees that Sharon Styron has been cut into bloody pieces by some mysterious force.

“Run, Odoriba!” Nail Peeler says. “Go back to the Pine House! Only you can properly save the world! Think only about Kozue! You really should be thinking about her!”

Disco and Mitamura jump out the window and flee in Disco’s car. They hear a radio announcement that “...to solve the last challenging puzzle of the writer Ehimegawa Juuzou, many great detectives as well as mystery nerds came to the Pine House Theater..." Disco somehow knows that the Pine House Theater is the big round building on the hills of San Diego, so they head there while talking. (Disco: ”Ever heard of this Ehimegawa Juuzou?” Mitamura: “Yeah. I’m a mystery fan. Have you read Shimada Souji’s books?” Disco: “Nah, I’m a detective, I have enough of this stuff in real life.” Mitamura: “But The Tokyo Zodiac Murders is a masterpiece!” -- okay, at this point Maijo isn’t even hiding that he wants the reader to check out Shimada Souji).

They arrive at the Pine House Theater, which looks like a cross between the Pine House and a theater (...duh): long rows of seats wrap around the scene. The door closes behind Disco, the lights go out, the Nail Peeler suddenly appears. “You finally came back,” he says. “Well then, let’s begin the tragedy -- The Pine House Dead!”

As Disco watches, Sakurazuki comes on stage. “My name is Sakurazuki Tansetsu, and I am a great detective.” He recites a short explanation of the case, which contains quite ridiculous claims like Mitamura having been murdered by Franklin D. Roosevelt. Once he’s done...

“Let the judgement begin!” says Nail Peeler. The lights go out, and once they turn back on, Nail Peeler is standing behind the now dead Sakurazuki, holding one of the man’s eyes. A chorus sings from the shadows: “Holy death, holy death, the fool dies for new knowledge, crushes his eye to gain new light”.

All the other great detectives take turns on the stage -- Kiyuu; Hakkyoku with five others; Keraku; Judy Dollhouse; Daibakusho Curry -- and shortly sum up their reasoning, and each time after they’re done the Nail Peeler enacts his ‘judgement’. [This can’t really be conveyed in short recaps, but I can’t overstate how awesomely this entire scene was written. It’s one of those scenes that you can instantly see and hear. Imagine Cellblock Tango, but the spoken parts are the reasoning explanations, and the chorus is ominous like it’s a part of an Utena duel song, and also there’s a murderous demon. That’s what this scene felt like]

[There’s not much new stuff we learn from these explanations, and of course we’re not told exactly what parts of them were wrong. Judy thinks that Mitamura’s body might have been pointing to a celestial body known as 2003UB313 -- that’d be the dwarf planet Eris. Daibakusho Curry says some nonsense about how Mitamura made the circle of blood because a circle is a ‘positive shape’ and he wanted to tell others that death is not something to be afraid of.]

Once the last of the great detectives is dead, the Nail Peeler appears behind Disco’s back. “It’s your turn, Odoriba Mizutarou. You already knew that. For Kozue’s sake, read out the truth!” But Disco has no idea what’s going on and can only stand there frozen in terror. “Oh well, I guess there’s no use in waiting. I’ll just take your eye now...” As he reaches to do just that, the door to the Theater fly open, a mysterious man comes in and saves Disco. While Disco doesn’t recognize him in the dream, we know it’s Mercury C.

--

Disco wakes up back in reality. He got out alive from the encounter, but while he slept his fingernails has been ripped off (OUCH. Thank God a doctor they called earlier is hanging around the Pine House so he can help right away). At least they achieved their goal: Sakurazuki is holding plushie-Kozue, whose soul he managed to find when the Nail Peeler was distracted showing Disco his highly disturbing and symbolic play.

From a quite philosophical conversation we learn that Sakurazuki is able to glimpse into other people’s ‘world after death’, a sort of a ‘neutral place between worlds’. Sakurazuki thinks that said place is constantly changing shape according to what a person believes. He wonders if even the real world is shaped by human consciousness (”Maybe if everyone believed that Earth is shaped like a giant table, it would really be a giant table until someone started having doubts? (...) Maybe everything that was ever discovered in our world is like fiction, like movies and novels...”). Disco is pretty skeptical -- if this world is shaped by human wishes, why are horrible things happening in the Pine House? Who would want it? -- to which Sakurazuki answers enigmatically: “Someone whose worldview is different from ours, who therefore can do extraordinary and offbeat things.”

--

Not long after that, Kiyuu is found dead just like many other detectives before him. A short time later Hongou informs everyone that Sakurazuki almost followed that fate as well, but thanks to the quick medical help is still alive, though it’s hard to tell if he‘ll wake up again. For now he’s cared for by that doctor from earlier in one of the vacant rooms.

Only two great detectives in the Pine House have yet to state their theories about the case: Hongou Takeshi Takeshi and Mikami Nils.

[mimicjapan]

   1: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:21:13 ID:BwQpxbbfp.net

  ..

After all Abe was excellent

          3: Sunday, August 30, 2020 12:21:30 ID:wUalXhjYp.net.

  Yeah...

    4: Sunday, August 30, 2020 12:21:33 ID:XDjKikser.net.

  It's not normally stone break.

  >>4 There is no gel.

>>4 Good morning.

>>4 Gogo again... This time, not straight upstairs, but going to pull Ishihaka into mother as a cover.

>>4 Let's run backwards on the road that Prime Minister Abe has advanced.

>>4 What kind of nerves are you groaning?.

  57: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:23:38 ID:EWlPbdyga.net.

  >>4

A guy who isn't popular with lawmakers can't win.

  >>57 That's right. Although his belief is certain, he has no long-term ability in national politics.

>>57 It was said that Prime Minister Abe and the surroundings had consulted Kan at News Seven.

  659: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:35:38.90 ID:x86ibaOD0.net.

  >>4

It would be an overwhelming victory for Ishiba if you let the party vote.

Abe desperately stopped him from doing so.

  >>659 Isn't it the opposite? Ishiba is a man with many enemies within the party.

>>659 Cheoncheonbaka Cheonbaka Cheoncheon w.

>>659 It is really easy to understand that this kind of lie is a stone break.

>>659 Gachi is a grass.

>>659 Well, can say that am so confident with just delusions.

>>659? ? ? Which country are you from?

>>659 No, talking about whether it's popular with the party members. It's just betrayal or shooting from behind from behind.

>>659 Then all the members of the Liberal Democratic Party will be able to throw stones after have been to Prime Minister Abe.

  6: Sunday, August 30, 2020 12:21:46 ID:pSAZnBxed.net.

  Shinjiro 16% is grass.

  >>6 The lack of experience, the lack of knowledge, lack of knowledge, and the inability to read the air, are simply lacking experience points. don't know about it in the future

>>6 was most surprised that there were a certain number of people pushing that incompetence.

>>6 don't think there are so many fools who don't get disciplined even if they pay for shopping bags.

>>6 Notice of the destruction of Japan.

  7: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:21:48 ID:tRLU5Ki50.net.

  Kato grass.

    9: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:21:59 ID:DAVySo08p.net.

  Koizumi Why is it so expensive?

    438: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:31:25 ID: TMBUI6300.net.

  >>9

Just the name an amateur knows.

  >>438 Koizumi Children.

  10: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:22:01 ID: fWVvmcixp.net.

  There is only a stone break.

 .

  >>10 No. Because it’s Chinese and Korean compliant.

>>10 He hasn't done anything in the last seven years.

>>10 Yeah, a trillion war..

  79: Sunday, August 30, 2020 12:24:20 ID:42jshNEo0.net.

  >>10

If stone breaks, 15% consumption tax and 10 million immigrants will be unavoidable.

  >>79 That's right for Kan and Kono.

>>79 Which way will it happen anyway?

  454: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:31:46 ID:kQZZkt3n0.net.

  >>79

Instead, anti-American anti-American rich country soldiers.

  >>454 don't accept immigrants, do not rely on Central America, and can do it only in Japan with a declining birthrate. Look at the sloppy reality.

>>454 Grass in the revival of the Japanese Empire.

>>454 Will we have another Pacific War?

>>454 wonder if Japan can do it either way.

>> Ishiba had been Imaku' complain to the 454 Xi Jinping state visit aborted the middle anti-laugh.

  544: Sunday, August 30, 2020 12:33:36 ID:+OE7+2FVd.net.

  >>79

Ishiba has been a consumption tax breaker for the past few years.

  >>544 After all Hosono and Nagashima are the next ones!

>>544 Koitsu's palm is the speed of light.

>>544 When become the prime minister, likely to be asked for it.

>>544 If you say so, it will be popular (not saying that you will reduce taxes)..

  15: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:22:13 ID:9seckO+E0.net.

  You can use a gel.

    16: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:22:17 ID:LPKg2Hl3a.net.

  Inadaboer What is it?.

    19: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:22:30 ID:G/QT6FV+0.net.

  Nai-san is the third fastest.

    26: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:22:42 ID:TR6yHyP10.net.

  Shinjiro Koizumi saw a scary thing.

    30: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:22:47 ID:TDSXX2P60.net.

  Sexy and yeah.

    34: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:22:56 ID:w7B8BMgA0.net.

  Shinjiro 16% is No. 1 hell.

    69: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:24:07 ID:tRLU5Ki50.net.

  >>34

Even if can't do it this time, 'll let him wipe Abe's ass and improve the image of the Liberal Democrats, and then the railroad line that becomes the prime minister is being pulled.

    38: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12: 23:00 ID: UQA2usy30.net.

  Koizumi is a story.

  >>38 Do you think that? There are quite a lot of people who only look at the image on the upper side, and even when hear sexy statements, don't realize that stupid.

  43: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:23:12 ID:ZSL3pICI0.net.

  It's Shinjiro.

should let the young guy do it.

    47: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:23:17 ID:u2KCC+Xpa.net.

  It doesn't matter because the people do not choose it directly.

    50: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:23:19 ID:tIieiJ1F0.net.

  Shinjiro or one month.

    52: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:23:21 ID:2u9SOYD/p.net.

  You can use Ishiba.

 .

    58: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:23:41 ID:RwyvW1srp.net.

  It's good to use a broken stone.

    62: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:23:53 ID: zyFGeCkC0.net.

  only afraid that Shinjiro has gathered 16 people.

  >>62 The logo of the Osaka Expo is dangerous.

  66: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:23:59 ID:EG3tQfTi0.net.

  However, it is the members of the Diet who decide the prime minister, not the people.

    70: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:24:08 ID:6nOgAIR/M.net.

  Shinjiro is No good.

What do you think?

    74: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:24:15 ID:uscyIpAcr.net.

  Abe 12% grass.

    117: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:25:12 ID:zZJfXgaH0.net.

  >>74

Those who lose to Abe, including the worsening of chronic illnesses...

    80: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:24:21 ID:YffmP5Pep.net.

  It would be nice if Tanigaki was active...

    85: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:24:31 ID:5wnfdapP0.net.

  Even if the votes are collected like this, it's over.

 .

  >>85 Matching w that telops and facial expressions can not be said.

>>85 like this.

            89: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:24:38 ID:OQDvcv4r0.net.

  First, Ishiba can't be elected as president...

    92: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:24:40 ID:xEP09HMhd.net.

  Anything other than Ishiba and sexy.

  >>92 It is the answer that the left wing unanimously recommends Ishibashi This is the answer Stop sexy really seriously because this trash councilor who irresponsibly memorizes it wonder if there is enough room now to put such incompetence at the top If you become sexy with Ishiba, 'll be defeated by the Liberal Democratic Party and the nightmare of Mins will be over.

  98: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:24:49 ID:zjBkNgHT0.net.

  Ishibashi one choice.

  >>98 The anti-spy law is right..

  128: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:25:32.32 ID:GnlTdtsN0.net.

  Abe.

Intelligence E Command B Physical strength G Attractiveness S Potential G.

Aso.

Intelligence B Command B Physical strength E Attractiveness F Potential G.

Upstairs.

Intelligence B Leadership A Physical strength E Attractiveness F Potential G.

Kan.

Intelligence B Command E Physical strength D Attractiveness C Potential G.

Ishiba.

Intelligence A Command C Physical strength B Charm F Potential G.

Shinjiro Koizumi.

Intelligence F Command F Physical strength A Attractiveness A Potential SS.

Shinjiro is really young.

It's a large-scale evening molding.

  >>128 There is no most important status "patriotism".

>>128 Hmm. Don't you feel anything about being told that you have to pay for shopping bags at supermarkets and convenience stores?

>>128 Kono has a great performer's scent, but his image is that he can do his job properly. Loss cut in missile defense. Also, don't forget Kishida, who is a meritorious person of TPP. It is dangerous to put together TPP without America from that situation.

>>128 love Kono.

>>128 There is nothing more than being young and the name recognition of his father.

>>128 What should do if set Ogibansei as the next prime minister and crush it?.

  163: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:26:12.46 ID:pIdaFj/wM.net.

  >>128

It's unlikely that the flowers will open forever.

    190: Sunday, August 30, 2020 12:26:52.07 ID:lcRO3HgQ0.net.

  >>128

It is about Kan as a big instrument.

    173: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:26:29.13 ID:8jaOdxBwp.net.

  There isn't only Taro Kono who is really serious.

This guy was a nuclear power maker, but since he seized power, he stopped talking about it at all.

doing so because Netouyo will support me if press it against China and Korea and the media, but doing it together with Trump.

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  >>173 There is a suspicion that will not be competent for performance performance. It may be that you have a good brain with a good knowledge of the behavior that you receive on the net, but there is a concern that you will suddenly show your horse leg like Sexy Koizumi.

>>173 Isn’t it very normal as you can see on the blog? Isn't it Gogo Party, this?

>>173 It's far better than the radio-controlled lawmakers from China and South Korea.

>>173 This is the right principle of action for a member of the Diet.

>>173 wonder if this is payok.

  754: Sunday, August 30, 2020 12:37:35 ID:kQZZkt3n0.net.

  >>173

liberal in terms of policy, but want to become a more prime minister.

    193: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:26:56.62 ID:U4eevySV0.net.

  It's impossible because Ishiba doesn't have much hope.

    294: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:28:32.39 ID:AfAGpIzh0.net.

  >>193

Rather popular?

The one who voted for the Katsu Curry case was fine, but it was fine.

    202: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:27:06.15 ID:bkBfxVAD0.net.

  The people {know only Anpanman Ishiba and Shinjiro.

    235: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 12:27:36.12 ID: xHcGXjms0.net.

  >>202

don't know you.

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finally had time to play ss again and i completely forgot abt byleth seeing dimitri's ghost or whatever. like. what the fuck is up with that bro. did they do that just to show off his sprite bc he dies as soon as it's revealed that he survived timeskip. what the hell

[mostlysignssomeportents]

The Counterfeiters: superb concentration camp movie about the prisoners' dilemma #10yrago

I saw an extraordinary movie last night: "The Counterfeiters," an Austrian-German movie ("Die Fälscher") about

Operation Bernhard

, the Nazis' mad plan to destroy the UK economy by flooding it with counterfeit British pounds, and fund the war operation with counterfeit US dollars. The SS Major responsible for the program recruited printers, bankers and counterfeiters from the Sachsenhausen concentration camp and from inmates at Auschwitz.

The film tells the story of Sally Sorowitsch, a master counterfeiter who is imprisoned at the start of the war, and who curries favor in Auschwitz with his painting and drawing. Sorowitsch is rescued from Auschwitz and sent to run Operation Bernhard, amid captive bankers, artists and printers from Germany and Russia. Sorowitsch is a likable anti-hero, honorable but self-interested, the perfect pivot for the story to revolve around.

The Counterfeiters is an emotionally complex -- and often horrifying -- film about the prisoners' dilemma (literally and figuratively). A superbly acted and scripted cast of characters play out their intense moral conundrums: supporting the Nazis by printing currency for them; saving their lives while outside their compounds others are dying; and other situations in which solidarity and self interest lock horns, with no easy answers.

Ultimately, The Counterfeiters is a story about the way that fascism takes hold -- the way that Naziism was only made possible by all people being, in some small way, complicit; by choosing to save themselves instead of refusing to allow scapegoating, fear and war to rise.

The audience was rapt through the film, gasping and groaning in unison at some times, while at others, you could have heard a pin drop. I don't remember the last time I was that engrossed in a movie. Link

https://boingboing.net/2007/10/21/the-counterfeiters-s.html

[scheherazadean]

IT (2017) forecasts a hopeful future for Hollywood remakes and the horror genre

A critical review with mild spoilers

(Photo: IGN.com)

The day after it opened in local theatres, I went to a showing of Andy Muschietti’s long-awaited summer horror, It. I will not pretend that I am familiar with the original novel, nor will I pretend that I have seen the TV mini-series from the 90s in its entirety, starring Tim Curry and inspiring childhood nightmares aplenty for my peers. I can, however, say this much: it must not have been easy to reintroduce canon in a cultural landscape where clown horror has become about as saturated as your average demonic possession waiting to be exorcised.

            But the creative team behind the film has taken measures navigating said cultural landscape, and it shows in the marketing alone. The theatrical trailers1 did not bother hiding the jump-scares, probably relying on Pennywise’s split-second appearances to drive the hype, even. Likewise, the film wastes no time on building up the premise of the evil clown. The extent of this exposition is confined to the lulling dialogue in Georgie's encounter with It, which in itself marks a stark departure in tone from its predecessor in the 90s classic: Skarsgård’s voice-acting is an excellent balance between the whimsical and the sinister, and the exchange ends on a gory crescendo promising fatalities to follow. With Pennywise thus characterised, the rest of the film’s treatment of the monster mostly focuses on amplifying the sense of dread accompanying every instance of Its arrival rather than the uncanniness of Its makeup. (Although there is plenty of that, too, in the camera’s attention to too-long claws extending out of a gloved hand, or the dissonance between Its dance-like gait and its grinning maw.)

The new Pennywise retains a sense of uncanniness in the camera’s attention to too-long claws, extending out of a gloved hand. (Photo: comicbook.com)

            Indeed, Skargård’s Pennywise is a different animal from Tim Curry’s iconic rendition, and for all the uncertain initial reactions towards the first look of the character’s design, its vintage costume and visibly deranged facial expressions never become overbearing within the context of the film. But the entity’s flair for the dramatic and its twisted brand of humour do at times veer into the territory of the absurd, which may not be for everyone. Even now, I still hold a degree of apprehension towards the convulsive movements Pennywise makes whenever it pounces on its preys, as they somewhat shatter the audience's immersion in such scenes. (The same can be said about the little dance sequence it does towards the end of the film – which has been generally received as too absurd to be taken as part of an integrated scene designed to scare, if the flood of memes is anything to go by.)

            But to return to the topic of Pennywise's aura, one undeniably commendable feature of the film lies in its use of setting to characterise the sense of neglect and danger befalling the children of Derry. The devil is in the detail: in Georgie’s death scene, two shots of a lady neighbour bracketing Georgie's disappearance from his spot by the storm drain already highlight an indifference towards missing children. This indifference is mirrored to different degrees in some of the Losers’ parents’ dialogue later on in the film, as well as in the overall lack of adult supervision for the children of Derry despite all the disappearances in the neighbourhood. All of this hint at the adults’ collective complicity in Its malignant activity, thus when Ben Hanscom shows up to deliver his expository monologue about the statistics of missing persons versus that of missing children in Derry, it doesn't come as a heavily expository moment meant to incite cheap surprise. Instead, this piece of information comes as another addition to the steady build-up of a pervading feeling of one too many skeletons in the closet.

One of the many missing children in Derry. (Photo: IGN.com)

            Another commendable aspect that sets It apart from other modern horror films is that it actually crafts individual emotional journeys for each of the main characters, so much so that one could argue that Pennywise is an add-on feature in a Coming of Age story. (Of course, that would be an unfair assessment of the film, which really presents an inseparable correlation between the activities of It and the ill-fated occurrences in the children's lives.) Most notable is Bill, whose story is as much of a monster slayer’s journey as it is an allegory for overcoming grief, denial and loss. Here, there is a delicate balance between the terror-inducing and the touching whenever Bill stars in a scene with the ghost of Georgie, which is in large part thanks to Jaeden Lieberher’s ability to tug at the heartstrings with micro-expressions and tremors in his voice. Hence, the film draws Bill’s arc to a satisfying conclusion once he is able to accept that Georgie is dead in the final scene in the sewers.

            The film also does a good job of providing visual markers for other such developments in the characters’ respective arcs. Henry Bowers aiming the bolt gun between Mike’s eyes in the basement of Pennywise’s Neibolt Street lair impressed me in its clever echo of a much earlier scene regarding Mike’s hesitance in shooting the sheep at the barn, and Eddie’s first step out of his hypochondriac comfort zone, underlined by his rejection of his mother’s placebo pills, is symbolic of his and the children's rejection of the adults' willful ignorance towards the existence of Pennywise and other more apparent social horrors. Director of photography Chung-Hoon Chung’s work is praiseworthy as well, from the placement of an aerial shot of Georgie running down the street with paper-boat SS Georgie just to show how small and vulnerability he is, to the corresponding transition from Beverly’s bloodied bathroom to the water dripping onto Bill’s coloured drawing of Beverly, smearing the red on her hair in such a way that it resembles blood dripping onto the page. There is also a fantastic use of diegetic elements to engage the audience in a specific character’s point of view, such as adorning the opening scene with creaks and other sound effects to show Georgie’s childish and irrational fear of the basement, only to subvert it in the next immediate scene with the clown in the gutter. Interestingly, the atmosphere of the basement as a falsely-scary location is also quite neatly paralleled and subverted in Bill’s first encounter with It. Such bookends gave the film a touch of masterful storytelling that would not normally be expected from a summer horror flick.

            Where the film really hits it out the ballpark in terms of genre expectations and subversions of them, however, lies in its characterisation of Beverly Marsh. Despite being the only girl in the group, she is never rendered an empty token girl, nor does she become a Manic Pixie Dream Girl after the film makes clear of both Ben and Bill’s attraction to her. She is never mystified, a welcomed departure from her characterisation in the controversial orgy scene in the novel, where she is delegated the role of utilizing her sexuality to light the group’s way out of the disorienting sewers. The film also spares significant screen-time on the boys showing solidarity towards her gendered troubles via a relaxed bathroom-cleaning montage. (There, the blood is not only visually symbolic of the onset of womanhood, but also shares contextual connections to the gaslighting she suffers under her abusive father.)

There is a precarious balance between occupying the diegetic standpoint of the boys, and the accidental objectification of Beverly as an underage character. (Photo: IGN.com)

            Unfortunately, there is a precarious balance between occupying the diegetic standpoint of the boys and the accidental objectification of her, Beverly, as an underage girl. The camera does not offer voyeuristic shots of Beverly’s body – one can see in the few shots that do take the stand point of the boys admiring Beverly’s beauty that they always focus on more romantic aspects, like her eyes, or her hair, as if testament to Ben’s poetry. However, the idea of a lipstick-wearing, sunglasses-clad young girl has become so synonymous with the image of the Lolita that the scene of Beverly sunbathing in what might as well be a bikini could contradict the message the film is trying to send about her abusive and implied-paedophilic father. Also, one might argue that the very existence of a love triangle in the plot puts an unnecessary focus on heteronormative teenage drama rather than the bond of friendship between the seven Losers. The idea that a kiss would break her out of a cosmic trance is certainly a bit too Disneyesque for a film whose core demons are about murder, neglect and abuse. Thankfully, Beverly’s fleshed-out storyline revolving around her fear of her father keeps her character from being relegated to a mere object of desire in the film.

             However, the level of detail in Bill and Beverly’s respective character arcs does highlight the lack of character development in some of the other Losers’ character arcs, namely that of Stanley, Ben, and Mike. (Mike may have been given symbolic visuals, but no real character development can be seen in the storytelling for any of these three boys.) Stanley, in particular, is exposited to have been preparing for a bar mitzvah at the start of the film, but we never witness nor hear of the outcome of the ceremony that should have been most symbolic of his coming of age, and the only sort of emotional development one can conclude from Wyatt Oleff’s appearances is but a mere escalation of fear and hysteria, which doesn’t say much about Stanley as a character. There is also a technical error in the film’s editing regarding Stanley’s character in the final sewers sequence, where one second he is waiting with the rest of the gang for Mike’s descent down the well, and in the next breath of the same line he is wandering all alone in a completely secluded part of the sewers system. Although, such flaws can be overlooked, seeing as the film is an adaptation of a thousand-page novel, and must undoubtedly have been pressed for time.

             In any case, the film is good at balancing moments of heart-racing terror and emotional revelations, and it has comedic moments aplenty, too. (Finn Wolfhard’s performance as the loudmouthed Richie won rounds of hearty laughter in the theatre.) 

            Verdict: worth buying tickets for theatrical screenings for sure.

(Article last updated on 1 Oct 2017.)

Notes:

The linked trailer is not a local one but the UK one, but it is the first theatrical trailer I ever saw for the film, and it’s made the most impression on me.

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[esprit-de-corps-magazine]

BREAKOUT FROM JUNO: First Canadian Army and the Normandy Campaign

(Volume 26 Issue 5)

By Mark Zuehlke

On June 6th 1944, the greatest air and naval armada in history struck the Normandy coast of France. Breaching Hitler’s Atlantic Wall was a tremendous feat, but in the days and weeks ahead, citizen soldiers of the world’s democracies had to hone their craft against some of the toughest and most experienced troops of the German Wermacht. This excerpt is from the ninth volume of Mark Zuehlke’s s Canadian Battle Series and tells the story of the Canadian attack on the Carpiquet airport. Although Canadian soldiers achieved the greatest penetration of the first days of June, progress afterward was measured in blood against dug-in, fanatical resistance.

To indicate the location of a wounded man, the nearest soldier would drive the man’s rifle bayonet into the ground so the butt was visible above the wheat. The rifle markers also helped prevent tanks and Bren carriers from running over the fallen. On the extreme left flank, the North Shore’s carrier platoon rumbled along in their Bren carriers next to the railroad. Their commander, Captain J.A. Currie, thought the “dust and smoke made it like a night attack…and during the clear spots, we could see men going forward, but had no idea so many had been hit. Padre [R. Miles] Hickey was right among them, giving the last rites and so was Doc [John Aubry] Patterson with his medical kit. No other unit had a pair to match them.”

Hickey had waded into the midst of ‘B’ Company, shredded even as it advanced towards the start line. “Everywhere men lay dead or dying,” Hickey wrote. “I anointed about thirty right there.”

‘A’ Company’s Major Anderson thought the “advance through the grain field was little short of hell.” He kept his bearings in the boiling smoke by taking constant compass readings. Behind him, one platoon wandered off at a right angle to the line of advance. Lieutenant Darrel Barker had been mortally wounded, and, unable to see the rest of the company, the platoon drifted out of sight into the smoke before Anderson could bring it back on course.

Many of the fifty 12th SS soldiers deployed in the field west of Carpiquet had been killed or so badly dazed by the shelling they meekly surrendered when overrun. But a few remained defiant. Their fire added to the casualty toll. “I am sure at some time during the attack,” Anderson recalled, “every man felt he could not go on. Men were being killed or wounded on all sides and the advance seemed pointless, as well as hopeless. I never realized until the attack on Carpiquet how far discipline, pride of unit, and above all, pride in oneself and family can carry a man, even when each step forward meant possible death.”

‘B’ Company’s Lieutenant Charles Richardson had only twenty of the thirty-five men in his platoon left. Lieutenant Paul McCann’s platoon was on his right. Both men were using compasses. When the smoke lifted momentarily, Richardson saw that McCann’s men were now to his left. He had no idea how that had happened. His men emerged from the smoke in an extended line and suddenly faced a field that had been burned to stubble by artillery fire. Charging forward, they wiped out a slit trench defended by five Germans. Richardson saw a pinwheeling stick grenade land in front of him. “I felt a hot stinging in my right side and left hand, then thought it didn’t matter too much.” Suddenly alone, Richardson took on the German position single-handedly and killed its defenders. His batman and two runners had all been seriously wounded by the grenade.

“My side started to bother me badly and my left hand was peppered with shrapnel. I had a long cigarette case in the inside pocket of my battledress and a towel wrapped around my waist. In order to look at my side, which was throbbing, I unbuttoned my tunic and the towel was full of shrapnel. I reached for a cigarette and found the case bent almost double by a large piece of shrapnel. I felt I was not hit too badly but out of nowhere appeared our beloved colonel and I quickly had orders to get back to the first aid post—which marked the finish of my first month in action.”

Two Fort Garry Horse squadrons were riding right on the heels of the North Shores and Chauds. One Sherman rolled up and spun in a full turn that buried Sturmmann Karl-Heinz Wambach to the chest in the sandy soil of his slit trench. He was trying to free himself when a voice yelled, “SS bastard, hands up!” Two North Shores dragged him free and tied his hands. One then punched him in the face. He was taken to the rear, urged along by rifle butt blows, and tied to a fence post for some hours in an area subjected to frequent shelling by German 88-millimetre guns.

Wambach’s complaints about his treatment led the North Shore’s historian to comment that “given the way Canadians felt about the 12th SS, he got off lucky.” During its advance across the field, the North Shores took thirty-five prisoners and killed an equal number.

At 0625 hours, almost ninety minutes after the attack began, the North Shores reached the shelter of a stone wall in front of Carpiquet and reported being on their first objective. The Chauds signalled brigade a few minutes later that they had men on the village edge and among the nearby hangars. Carpiquet was still being heavily shelled, forcing a twenty-minute pause. More casualties resulted when shells burst in the tree canopy next to the Canadian positions. When the artillery ceased firing, both battalions plunged into the village. Most of the small garrison actually deployed within either surrendered, were already dead, or quickly fled. The North Shores sent back twenty more prisoners. In the Chaudière sector, a handful of hard-core 12th SS in the hangar complex were burned out of concrete pillboxes by Crocodiles. At 1056, the Chauds reported their grip on the hangars secure.

Surprisingly, there were French civilians still living in the badly damaged village. Some, who emerged from bomb shelters and basements, had been wounded, and most seemed to be “in a state of severe shock,” Lieutenant MacRae wrote. “One old couple passed me going to the rear with their few possessions in a wheelbarrow. They looked too dazed to know what was going on.” While most of the civilians immediately fled towards the Canadian lines, a few were driven back into hiding when the Germans slammed Carpiquet with heavy and continuous mortar and artillery fire.

Private Feldman manned his wireless in a concrete bunker the Chauds were using as a battalion headquarters. Lieutenant Colonel Paul Mathieu, Major Lapointe, the battalion padre, and Feldman felt pretty secure there until “we heard this big noise and knew it was coming close. I was facing one way and the shell…hit the HQ in another place. I was in the ‘dead zone’ or I’d have been killed by the concussion…I was knocked flat into the bunker and the officers looked at me and thought I’d died…I had landed on my set and that really prevented me from getting hurt, but the set was damaged. We got it going again and it was a miracle.”

To the south, as Fulton’s ‘D’ Company had closed on the first of the three hangars, it began taking heavy small-arms fire in addition to being shelled and mortared. All three platoons were shredded. Fulton was the only officer still standing. “We made a final rush and got into the hangar, taking over the extensive network of deep weapon pits and trenches developed by the Germans to guard the hangars. It was then that the heaviest bombardment I experienced throughout the whole war was brought down upon us. If it hadn’t been for the excellent German trench system, I believe none of us would of survived.”

Fulton radioed Lieutenant Colonel John Meldram. His company held the hangar but was too weak to go any farther, Fulton reported. However, he believed it could repel the likely counterattack. ‘A’ Company had been forced to ground a hundred yards short of the hangars. Meldram decided to feed ‘B’ Company through to the hangar held by Fulton. He also requested that 8th Brigade release some of ‘B’ Squadron’s tanks to accompany it.

Blackader reluctantly agreed to release one troop along with four Crocodiles. ‘B’ Squadron was Blackader’s only armoured reserve, and he intended to have it support the follow-on assault by the Queen’s Own Rifles to clear the control and administration buildings in the northeast corner of the airfield. Because the Winnipegs had failed to clear the hangars and remove the German threat to the Queen’s Own from that flank, Blackader had delayed this phase. He also ordered the Queen’s Own to form up inside Carpiquet for the launch of their attack.

‘B’ Company met the same murderous hail of German shells the two leading companies had endured. Only about half the men reached the hanger Fulton held. Captain Jack Hale had been wounded. Fulton combined the survivors with his own. But the Winnipegs were still unable to clear the Germans out of the concrete pillboxes and trench systems defending the other hangars. The Crocodiles, the Winnipeg war diarist wrote, “proved useless.” As for the Fort Garry troop, its four Shermans met deadly fire from hidden anti-tank guns. Lieutenant Arthur Edwin Rogers and Sergeant Alastair James Innes-Ker were both mortally wounded when their tanks burst into flames. The demise of those two tanks prompted the remaining two to flee.

Wireless contact between battalion headquarters and the forward companies was so erratic that Meldram ordered Fulton to come back for a briefing. “I had no desire to make my way back across the airfield again, a target for the German guns; mine not to reason why, however.” As Fulton ran back, he spotted Rifleman Leonard Miller calmly lying in a slit trench and reading a pocket-sized New Testament. Meldram ordered the lead companies pulled back to a small, sparse wood a few hundred yards ahead of the original start line. Artillery would then plaster the hangars, and a new attack would go in with ‘B’ Squadron alongside. As Fulton passed Miller’s slit trench on his return run, he saw the man had been killed by a mortar round.

At 1600 hours, the new attack went in behind another bombardment. Rifleman Edward Patey, a Bren gunner in ‘C’ Company, had just started forward when mortar and machine-gun fire tore into his platoon. Three men went down. He recognized one as a man in his mid-thirties everyone had nicknamed “Pops.” The man lay “writhing on the ground, his whole stomach ripped with bullets.” Patey “was hit by a mortar piece in the eye and upper chest and…left deaf for a couple of days.”

‘B’ Company’s Sergeant Major Charles Belton suffered a chest wound. “I can remember when we were kids, we watched an Indian-cowboy movie and someone got shot and hit the ground and was dead. When I looked down and saw this blood spurting out of my chest, I thought I’d better lie down, so I did. I was fortunate. The shrapnel came through a book I had in my upper right breast pocket. Otherwise I would probably have had that shot go right through me. But the book stopped the shrapnel, although it took two pieces of cardboard and that book into the wound and that infected it and made it worse.”

As Belton started crawling to the rear, a German sniper in a nearby tree shot him in the leg. One of his men gunned the sniper down. Belton was evacuated to a field hospital. “There were so many of us in that tent that stretchers were only about [six] inches apart, just enough room for the nurses to walk in between…just row, and row, and row of us on these stretchers. I lay so long on this stretcher that my back pain was far worse than the wounds. I finally got back to England on a barge.”

While the infantry had gone straight for the hangars, the Shermans had executed a “sweeping attack” to get around the left flank of the Germans inside. Within minutes the tankers found their planned charge slowed to a crawl by thick bands of barbed wire and other obstacles, as well as anti-tank fire coming from in and around the hangars. Major Christian also reported the squadron was taking heavy fire from Panthers on the high ground behind the village of Verson to his right. The British were to have taken this ground but were stalled inside Verson.

‘B’ Squadron was completely out of contact with the infantry, which, having regained the first hangar, were again stuck there. Christian manoeuvred the squadron towards the hangars but found his tanks caught in a vise between a force of Mark IV and Panther tanks near Verson and other tanks at the hangars. A fierce shootout ensued. Soon burning tanks littered the airfield. ‘B’ Squadron had gone into the attack fifteen strong. When the tank battle broke off, nine remained operational.

The battle clearly stalemated, Meldram told Blackader at 1725 hours that “it would be impossible to hold on without increased [support]. Blackader had nothing more to send. When a mixed force of tanks and infantry approached the airfield from the east, artillery managed to scatter it. But the Germans only “dispersed and rallied” the moment the guns ceased firing. Blackader ordered the Winnipegs back to Marcelet. As the infantry withdrew, the surviving tanks joined them. At Marcelet the Winnipegs dug in. Blackader ordered his battalions to reorganize where they were.

“What had we accomplished?” Fulton wondered. “Possibly the Germans recognized our intention to take Carpiquet and that we would be back. But at what a cost!”

Blackader ordered the Queen’s Own to join his other battalions holding Carpiquet. To reach the village meant running the gauntlet of artillery and mortar fire through the wheat field. En route, ‘B’ Company’s Rifleman Alex Gordon was wounded and left behind. Rifleman J.P. Moore rolled up in his Bren carrier just as the men in Gordon’s platoon realized he was missing. They warned Moore that “the fire was so heavy that anyone in the wheat field would be killed.” Moore gave the carrier full throttle, drove like mad into the wheat field, grabbed up Gordon and threw him in the carrier and brought him to safety.”

As the battalion closed on Carpiquet, one carrier platoon section, operating as foot infantry, sought shelter beside a concrete bunker. Suddenly, a German inside it opened up with a Schmeisser, and Rifleman Art Reid was shot dead. The entire battalion went to ground and called for tanks and Crocodiles to destroy the position.

When the armour arrived, the Crocodiles blasted “with flame the walls about the entrances, which were set in a wide trench on the south side. This treatment merely blackened the [heavy] concrete walls and appeared to have no effect upon the enemy within. Nor were the tanks able to damage the structure,” Major Steve Lett, the battalion’s second-in-command, wrote.

Corporal Tom McKenzie noticed six ventilation shafts poking out of the bunker’s roof and dropped a Mills grenade down one of the pipes. When nothing happened, he realized the pipe was virtually the same diameter as the grenade and this prevented the firing pin from releasing. Flipping the pins free and then dropping the grenades down the pipe worked, but the explosions still failed to convince the Germans inside to surrender.

Because the Germans had killed Reid, McKenzie was getting “madder than hell.” So he stole a carrier’s four-gallon jerry can, emptied the gas down the pipe, and dropped a phosphorous grenade down after. A lot of smoke boiled out of the ventilation duct and there were some satisfying secondary explosions, but still no Germans appeared.

While McKenzie had been taking on the bunker, the battalion’s pioneers had unsuccessfully tried to blow the roof open with a 25-pound demolition charge. “Others tried to blow the steel doors set within the entrances, but here the approach was covered by fire from a sliding panel in the wall through which weapons could be pointed. Several men were killed in this attempt.”

McKenzie took the problem to an engineering officer, Lieutenant John L. Yeats from 16th Field Company, RCE, which was supporting 8th Brigade. When he explained the problem, Yeats showed him a shaped explosive 10-pound charge he had slung on his back. When detonated, this type of charge focused on a wall rather than dissipating the blast in all directions. With McKenzie providing covering fire, Yeats wriggled up to the bunker door, set the charge, lit its fuse, and then both men scrambled for cover. This time the explosion had the desired effect.

A German soldier “emerged from the outer door, announcing himself as spokesman for the remainder, who were afraid to come out, and asking permission to surrender.” Eleven 12th SS troops warily emerged. Several said they had been “told that Canadians take no PW. Consequently they [were] reluctant to surrender, preferring to fight to the last.” The youths admitted “a great hatred for our arty, which is far superior to their own, and never gives them rest.”

Inside the bunker, Lett found the corpses of an officer and sixteen other men, who had been killed by the grenades, burning gasoline, and detonation of the shaped charge. Having cleared the bunker, the Queen’s Own continued into Carpiquet. “Jutting into enemy territory at the tip of the newly-won salient, the village was open to hostile fire from three sides and the three battalions, huddled with their tank squadrons and other supporting arms under the shelter of battered walls, were now being severely shelled and mortared.”

Winning Carpiquet had exacted a dreadful toll. The North Shores lost more men than on any other day of the war—132, of which 46 were killed. The Chauds had 57 casualties, 16 killed. The Queen’s Own suffered 4 killed and 22 wounded. In its failed assault on the southern hangars, the Winnipegs lost more men than during the D-Day landings or when they were overrun at Putot-en-Bessin on June 7–8. Forty of its 132 casualties proved fatal. The Fort Garry Horse lost 8 men killed and 20 wounded—most from ‘B’ Squadron—while 16th Field Company, RCE, had 10 casualties, of which 3 were fatal.

North Shore’s medical officer, John Patterson, and Padre Hickey opened an RAP in a German dugout within the village because “there wasn’t a building left standing, even the trees were smashed to splinters.” Wounded poured in, and the medical teams worked frantically to stabilize people before evacuating them rearward to casualty clearing stations and field hospitals. When Major Blake Oulton was carried in on a stretcher with a bullet in his leg, Hickey said he was a “lucky dog” to have received such a “lovely wound” that would take him out of this hellhole. As dusk fell, Hickey and Major G.E. Lockwood led a burying party during a short lull in the German shelling. You “could fancy how the wheat field had been just like any of our wheat fields back home,” Hickey wrote. But “now the wheat was just trampled into the earth; the ground was torn with shell holes and everywhere you could see the pale upturned faces of the dead. That night alone we buried forty—Carpiquet was the graveyard of the regiment.”

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Carson Wentz Gets Jobbed With An 82 Rating In Madden NFL 20

Madden 20 ratings are out, which means it’s time for overreaction.

What players were valued too high? Too low? Who got the ultimate video game diss?

QB Controversies Abound

NameTeamOverall Patrick MahomesKansas City Chiefs97 Tom BradyNew England Patriots96 Philip RiversSan Diego Chargers94 Drew BreesNew Orleans Saints92 Andrew LuckIndianapolis Colts92 Russell WilsonSeattle Seahawks91 Aaron RodgersGreen Bay Packers90 Matt RyanAtlanta Falcons89 Ben RoethlisbergerPittsburgh Steelers85 Cam NewtonCarolina Panthers84 Jared GoffLos Angeles Rams83 Baker MayfieldCleveland Browns83 Deshaun WatsonHouston Texans82 Carson WentzPhiladelphia Eagles82 Kirk CousinsMinnesota Vikings81 Dak PrescottDallas Cowboys81 Derek CarrOakland Raiders80 Andy DaltonCincinnati Bengals80 Marcus MariotaTennessee Titans79 Matthew StaffordDetroit Lions79

Does Philly Overvalue Carson Wentz?

The Eagles’ franchise quarterback comes in with an absolutely underwhelming 82 overall rating in Madden 20. Look, I get it, the guy has to prove that he can stay healthy and his mobility appeared to be a bit limited as he recovered from tearing up his knee in 2018. If we follow a similar line of thinking, it makes some sense that Deshaun Watson, who also suffered a comparable injury in the same season, has the same overall rating. However, I need someone at EA Sports to explain the presence of Baker-freaking-Mayfield as a higher-rated 83. Will he put up some killer numbers with OBJ and Jarvis Landry streaking downfield? Of course. Has he put together the same kind of sustained excellence over the majority of a season like Wentz or even Watson? I say nay. Jared Goff being ahead of Wentz is nearly as perplexing, though I imagine it’s just a masterful job of trolling Eagles fans. Though, it has made our office buzz and wonder… do we overrate Carson Wentz?

Aaron Rodgers not in the Top-5?

In what world is Aaron Rodgers not a Top-5 QB in the NFL? Patrick Mahomes leading the list makes sense as he’s the reigning, defending, undisputed league MVP from a year ago and is the lead among numerous sportsbooks to do the same in 2019-20. Tom Brady’s placement as a close #2 is fair, but that’s where the wheels fall off. Philip Rivers is the THIRD-BEST QUARTERBACK IN THE NFL? He’s two full points ahead of Drew Brees? Really? Andrew Luck is rated in line with Brees? Russell Wilson -the modern-day Michael “Run around as my O-Line collapses and hope I don’t die” Vick- gets a boost due to his speed and elusiveness. For my money, flip Rodgers and Rivers and I’ll calm down.

Mitchell Trubisky’s 75 Overall Madden Rating Will Enrage Chicago Bears Fans

I don’t think Trubisky is by any means a Top-10 or even Top-15 quarterback, but holy shnikies this is bad. Alex Smith is rated higher, despite suffering one of the most gruesome leg injuries we’ve seen in years. Lamar Jackson’s NINETY-FOUR speed rating likely led to his one point lead in the overall category, but does anyone really think Trubisky is roughly the same player as journeyman Ryan Fitzpatrick?

Nickfolean Kryptonite

Former Eagles QB and Super Bowl LII MVP Nick Foles has been installed as a 77 overall player, the exact same rating as Alex Smith. Is he really worse than Jimmy Garoppolo? I’d say no. Worse than Matthew Stafford? Sure.

A Giant Disappointment

Eli Manning is the 36th overall rated QB with an overall score of 72. That makes him the lowest-rated starting QB in the NFC East behind Wentz (82), Dak Prescott (81), and Smith (77). The Giants’ first round pick Daniel Jones comes in way below Manning with an overall rating of 63, a mere point ahead of third-stringer Kyle Lauletta.

Kevin Kinkead has the rating for every Eagles player, along with some news and notes after the jump:

Philadelphia Eagles Ratings

PlayerPositionRating Fletcher CoxDT96 Jason KelceC94 Zach ErtzTE93 Malcolm JenkinsSS92 Brandon BrooksRG90 Brandon GrahamRE89 Lane JohnsonRT89 Alshon JeffreyWR 87 Jason Peters LT 87 DeSean JacksonWR 85 Nelson AgholorWR83 Ronald DarbyCB82 Carson WentzQB82 Zach Brown MLB81 Dallas GoedertTE80 Jordan HowardHB80 Malik JacksonDT 80 Rodney McLeod JrFS79 Andrew SendejoFS79 Nigel BradhamROLB78 Tim JerniganDT 78 Avonte MaddoxCB 78 Derek BarnettLE76 Sidney Jones IVCB76 Corey ClementHB75 Vinny CurryLE75 Jake ElliottK74 Jalen MillsCB74 Will TyeTE74 JJ Arcega-WhitesideWR73 Kamu Grugier-HillLOLB73 Cre'von LeBlancCB 73 Josh AdamsHB72 Rasul DouglasCB72 Miles SandersHB 72 Wendell SmallwoodHB72 Mack HollinsWR71 Joshua PerkinsTE71 Andre DillardLT70 Shelton GibsonWR70 Braxton MillerWR70 Isaac SeumaloLG70 Josh SweatRE70 Paul WorrilowLOLB70 Charles JohnsonWR69 Cameron JohnstonP69 Treyvon HesterDT68 Donnel Pumphrey JrHB68 Boston ScottHB68 Blake CountessSS67 Nathan GerryLOLB67 Daeshon HallRE67 LJ FortMLB66 Josh HawkinsCB66 Shareef MillerRE66 Hassan RidgewayDT66 Halapoulivaati VaitaiRT66 Stefen WisniewskiLG66 Tre SullivanFS63 Jeremiah McKinnonCB62 Joe OstmanLE62 Deiondre HallSS61 Bruce HectorDT61 Cody KesslerQB61 Godwin IgwebuikeSS60 Matt PryorRG59 Carlton AgudosiWR58 Tyreek BurwellLT58 Jordan MailataLT58 Nate SudfeldQB57 Anthony FabianoC56 Clayton ThorstonQB56 Rick LovatoTE41

Fletcher Cox, at 96, is the highest rated Eagles player in the game and the only Bird in the top 15. Jason Kelce is second, listed at 94, and Zach Ertz is third, given a 93 rating.

Desean Jaccson got an 85.

They ranked Ronald Darby as the best Birds corner, with an 82. Avonte Maddox was second with a 78 and Jalen Mills got a 74. Sidney Jones is a 76 and Cre’Von LeBlanc a 73.

First round draft pick Andre Dillard is rated a 70, which feels low to me, but of course I don’t know how you rate a guy who has never played an NFL game.

Stefen Wisniewski was rated 66, which is really low. Wis is a good player.

Rick Lovato, the long snapper, is listed as a backup tight end and rated a 41.

Nate Sudfeld and Clayton Thorson are both in the bottom five of the Eagles list, with a 57 and 56, respectively.

Cox, Ertz, and Kelce all were given a 98 awareness rating.

The fastest Bird? Madden has a five way tie between Maddox, Jaccson, Darby, Shelton Gibson, and Josh Hawkins, all given a 93.

Blake Countess and Maddox have the Birds’ highest acceleration rating, a 94.

Maddox was given a team-high 96 agility rating.

Brandon Brooks was given a team-high 96 strength rating.

What do you think? Did EA Sports get it right?

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