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colbybrocksmolder · 5 years ago

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The Wilderness – Colby Brock x Reader 2/4

PART 1

“Why the fuck did you guys camp so far away from everyone?” Elton practically yelled, walking over the edge of the hill.

“The lake!” Colby laughed, watching Elton pan his camera over the whole scene.

“Dude, I don’t think anyone else knows this is even here.” Elton said, recording the four of you sat by the fire before walking around and showing your tents.

“Exactly.” Sam replied.

“You guys have a nice set-up here.” Elton said, turning off his camera after one final pan over the whole scene.

“Most of this is thanks to the boy scout right here.” You said, turning to smile at Colby.

“I wouldn’t have been able to pack everything we needed without you, though.” He rebutted, pressing another kiss to your shoulder.

“How DID you pack so much?” Elton asked, noticing you had more supplies than most.

“Vacuum bags.” You shrugged. “And not packing dumb shit we don’t need.”

“Touché.” Elton laughed, switching a new SD card for the one in Sam’s hand. “Remember to check in at some point tonight on the walkie talkie and try to film at least one update/diary entry each.”

“Will do!” the group confirmed.

“Here’s the first ‘event’, by the way.” Elton said, handing each pair a piece of paper and a pen. “We’re doing Camping BINGO.”

You looked at the paper he handed you. “Ooo, nice. Are there going to be prizes?” you asked.

“Oh, definitely.” Elton smirked, walking back towards the hill where he came from.

“Are the papers the same?” Sam asked, walking over to compare them.

“Looks like it!” Colby confirmed.

“Let’s go see how we did.” You said, climbing off of Colby’s lap.

You both crawled into your tent, sitting down on the comfy ‘bed’. “Let’s check and see what it says before we record it.” Colby said, reading the paper in your hands.

PACKED WATER – “Check” Colby pointed towards the gallons of water.

FOUND NATURAL RESOURCES – “The lake.” You said.

PACKED FOOD – “Who didn’t?” He laughed.

PACKED A WEAPON – “We have a bat and a knife.” Colby said.

TRADED SUPPLIES WITH ALLIANCE MEMBER – “We’ll trade something with Sam and Kat.” You suggested.

PACKED A FLASHLIGHT – “Multiple.” Colby clicked the one by him on and off a few times.

PACKED COOKING SUPPLIES – “First one we didn’t do.” You laughed.

PACKED PILLOWS – “Two in a row!” Colby pointed to the square.

PACKED A GAME – “We have playing cards!” You said, reaching in the tote and grabbing them.

MADE A FIRE – “Duh.” Colby bragged.

PACKED TOILET PAPER – “Thank god, because I’m about to need it.” He laughed.

PACKED SMORE SUPPLIES – “And you tried telling me to leave it at home.” You smirked at him.

FREE SPACE – “Self-explanatory.” You nodded.

MADE AN ALLIANCE – “Sam and Colby vs the world, bitch!” Colby said obnoxiously loud.

PACKED CONDOMS – “Check.” You said, moving on quickly.

“I knew you saw them.” He blushed, poking you in the side.

“Sweetie, I packed my own.” You snarked.

Colby’s eyes went wide. “I hope I was the person you planned on using them with!” he said sarcastically.

“I don’t know. Crawford is awfully cute. He’s got that whole Canadian thing going on…” You teased him. When you saw his smile drop, you couldn’t keep it up. “Colby.” You laughed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “I’m kidding.”

He smiled, pulling your lips back to his for a moment. “That was mean.”

“Not any meaner than you kissing me and then telling me it didn’t mean anything.” You raised your eyebrows at him.

He covered his face with his hands. “I knooooooow.” He groaned. “I panicked.”

“I didn’t actually sleep on the bus, you know.” You said, waiting for him to drop his hands. “I heard you, Sam and Kat talking.”

“So you know…Well it should be obvious…” Colby stuttered a bit.

“I like you, too.” You smiled, looking back down at your BINGO card.

SET UP A TENT – “Boy Scout for the win.” You laughed.

Colby leaned back over the paper, reading the next one on the list.

PACKED USB BATTERY PACK/S – “Nope. Worth it, though. I’m kind of excited not to have my phone for a while.” He confessed.

“Me too.” You nodded.

PACKED SOMETHING RIDICULOUS – “What is that supposed to mean?” Colby asked.

“I think I’ve got something.” You laughed, reaching for the nail polish and face masks. “Do you think these count?”

He laughed, grabbing the nail polish from you. “Definitely. Though, I’m kind of looking forward to using them.”

PACKED COMPASS – “Got it!” Colby said, grabbing it out of his bag.

TRADED WITH NON-ALLIANCE TEAM – “Maybe you and Sam can try and find someone to trade with.” You suggested.

PACKED FIRST-AID KIT – “Check.” Colby said.

PACKED CAMPING GUIDE – “We aren’t noobs.” You snarked.

RECORDED CONFESSION ABOUT PARTNER – “Ooo, this could be fun.” He said, kissing your cheek as you read the next item.

PACKED BUG SPRAY – “Fuck mosquitos.” You laughed.

CAN SEE RV FROM YOUR CAMP – “Well, at least Kian got one.” Colby laughed.

“We have 4 BINGOS.” You pointed out, marking the paper.

“Let’s get the trading ones done and record our confessions and we’ll be set.” Colby replied.

Sam and Colby both grabbed a few things to potentially trade and wandered off to find another team. You and Kat both recorded your proof that you had the supplies you checked off, including filming the lake, the fire, and the tent.

“This is for ‘trading with an alliance member.’” You said, both you and Kat recording. You handed her a 5 hour energy shot and she handed you a candy bar.

“Nice doing business with you.” She teased.

“Always.” You both laughed.

When you got back to your tent you turned the camera on yourself. “And now for my confession about Colby…Hmmm…I think I’m going to go with…He’s a really good kisser.” You smiled at the camera, slightly blushing.

When the boys made their way back, Colby crawled into the tent. “How’d it go?” you asked, wondering what he traded.

“Well, they hadn’t even gotten their tent up, so I didn’t need to trade any of this stuff.” Colby laughed, tossing it into the bin. “And I felt too bad to take anything from them, so I traded a shoulder rub for setting up their tent.”

“Oh, my god.” You laughed. “Who was it?”

“Corey and Andrea.” Colby laid down on the ‘bed’.

“Oh, no.” you said, feeling bad for them. “At least they weren’t the first to quit.”

“True.” Colby said. “What’s left to do?”

“You need to confess something about me to the camera, and we’re all done.” You answered, handing Colby the camera and starting to crawl out of the tent.

“Don’t leave.” He said, handing you back the camera. “You can record mine.”

“The whole point of confessing to the camera is that the other person doesn’t see it.” You laughed.

Colby shrugged. “I was going to tell you anyways.”

“Okay.” You shook your head, a smile on your face.

“This is Colby confessing something about my partner Y/n to the camera.” Colby said, looking at you before looking back to the camera. “I really want to take her out on a date.”

You tried to keep your laugh silent, turning off the camera. “Just consider this one big long camping date.” You said, smiling at the adorable burgundy haired boy who was grinning at you.

“I like the sound of that.” He replied. “We should probably film our ‘diary entry’ while we’re at it.”

“True.” You said, turning the camera back on and sitting it on the bin. You moved to sit next to Colby, feeling him put his arm around your shoulders.

“This is our first official ‘diary’ entry.” Colby said.

“I think we’re just supposed to share what’s going on so far and how we think we’re doing.” You said, turning to face him.

“Well, we’ve got this cozy little set up.” Colby smiled. “We’re pretty much pros at this.”

You laughed. “Compared to some other people out here it feels like it.”

“But honestly, I think we’re doing great. We’ve got Sam and Kat like 25 feet from us and we all get along really well, obviously.”

“We’ve got our rations worked out and some things planned to keep us from getting too bored.” You added.

“It’s crazy that someone already quit.” Colby laughed. “They must have like, found a snake in their tent and just threw in the towel or something.”

“That or they didn’t get along. Like, what if they got in a fight, you know?” you wondered.

Colby looked at you, pressing a kiss to your temple. “That won’t happen to us.”

You smiled. “Definitely not.”

Colby leaned forward and turned the camera off, the two of you crawling out of the tent to check in with Sam and Kat.

“You guys done?” you asked, seeing Kat poking at the fire. It was actually getting really dark outside.

She nodded, looking tired. “We’re getting ready to eat.”

“Speaking of, I’m starving.” Colby said, going back to the tent to grab some crackers and a few protein bars. He grabbed a gallon of water, too. “Here you go.” He handed you a bar and a pack of crackers, grabbing a trash bag out of the bin before sitting down on it. He gave you a ‘what are you waiting for’ look and patted his lap.

You laughed, sitting down sideways on his thighs. You opened the protein bar first, taking a bite. “Ooo, these aren’t bad at all!” you said. “It tastes kind of like a peanut butter cup.”

“I got the mint one.” He replied, reading the packaging. “It’s pretty good, too.”

“How many BINGOS did you guys get?” you asked Sam and Kat. They were currently eating beef jerky.

“One.” Sam answered. “There’s stuff I wish we would have brought now, though.”

“How many did you guys get?” Kat asked.

“Four.” Colby answered, laughing at the look on Kat’s face.

“What time is it?” you asked, realizing you had no way of actually knowing anymore.

“I…have no idea.” Colby laughed, wrapping his arms around you. “It’s kind of nice.”

“I agree.” You said, yawning. “I’m just exhausted and I have a feeling we’re going to have to hike those BINGO cards back to the RV sometime tomorrow.”

“Probably.” Sam agreed. “We should probably do bathroom runs before it gets super late.”

“I’ll go with Kat.” You said, hopping off of Colby’s lap and handing him your crackers. “I have a flashlight and a little baggie full of bathroom stuff.” You grabbed the bathroom bag out of the tent and turned the flashlight on.

“Please be safe.” Colby said, pointing in the direction he had scouted earlier. “You shouldn’t trip over anything that way. We’re going to go this way and we’ll all just meet back up here.”

When the two of you had both used the restroom, you walked back. The two boys were sat at the fire. “I think I’m ready for bed.” You said, standing behind Colby and wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Me too.” He agreed. “Sam, remember to do your final check-in with Elton over the walkie talkie.”

Sam nodded, joining Kat in their tent.

“We can just let this burn out, right?” You asked, seeing the fire almost completely dead.

“Yeah, we dug down a bit and we’ve got the rocks around it. We should be fine.” He agreed, standing up and following your lead by brushing his teeth outside the tent before following you in.

You handed him his sweatpants and grabbed your baggy sleep shirt. Colby was kind of surprised when you started changing in front of him, but he watched you with a smile the whole time. You’d taken your shirt and bra off, pulling your sleep shirt on. You ditched your shoes and socks, followed quickly by your pants.

When you turned to him to grab his dirty clothes, he hadn’t changed yet. “Okay, slowpoke.” You laughed.

“Sorry, I got distracted.” He gave you a cheesy grin. “Here you go.” Colby stripped down to his boxers, chucking his shoes by the door and handing you his dirty clothes. He slipped his sweatpants on and watched as you put all of the dirty clothes in a trash bag.

“Do you think we can try washing this stuff in the lake?” You asked. “Maybe we can hang them up to dry with the paracord.”

“Definitely.” He nodded, waiting for you to finish sorting everything. “I want to swim tomorrow, too. I feel grimy.”

“Tell me about it.” You made a ‘yuck’ noise. “This should help, though.”

You grabbed a pack of the baby wipes, pulling one out of the pack. You slid it over your arms, armpits, neck. You grabbed another one and lifted your shirt to slide it across your stomach and your back, moving to your legs.

“Here.” You threw Colby the pack of baby wipes, pulling out your toiletries bag. You put on fresh deodorant, Chapstick, and lotion, and grabbed a make-up wipe to clean your face.

“You’re a genius.” He said, wiping all of the sweat and grime off of his skin.

“Don’t use that on your face, though.” You said, grabbing another make-up wipe and moving closer to Colby. “Close your eyes.” You pushed his hair back from his face, wiping it over his forehead and down his cheeks…being careful when you gently dragged the wipe over his eyes and around his piercings. “You need Chapstick.” You laughed, cleaning the skin around his lips and across his chin and neck.

“Did you pack any?” he asked, smiling with his eyes still closed.

You leaned forward and kissed him, rubbing your Chapstick against his lips. “I don’t mind sharing.” You laughed, grabbing the used baby wipes and throwing them in your little trash bag.

“Hand me the walkie talkie?” Colby remembered he needed to check in still.

“Here you go.” You moved the walkie talkie pack to Colby’s side of the tent.

“Hey guys, this is Colby and Y/n and we’re getting ready to go to bed. I don’t know if Sam and Kat remembered to check in, but they’re crashing soon, too.” Colby unclicked the button and waited for a response.

“Okay, thank you! You guys are good to go! Check in tomorrow morning and around mid-day everyone is going to get an announcement to meet at the RV with your BINGO cards and the SD card that your proof is recorded on. Have a good night!” One of Elton’s team members replied.

Colby turned the channel back to the announcements one and set the walkie talkie to the side. “Lets record a thing before bed.” He said, grabbing the camera.

“Wait!” you said, reaching for the facemasks. “Let’s put these on first.”

You opened the penguin one and told Colby to look at you, lining it up with his eyes and his mouth. “It feels slimy!” he laughed.

“Well it looks adorable.” You chuckled, smoothing down the edges of the facemask before putting your own on. Yours was a cat.

“Hey guys, we’ve officially survived our first day out here. We’re just getting ready for bed and making plans for tomorrow.” Colby said, running his fingers over the cool facemask.

“We filled out this BINGO card Elton gave us earlier and I think we may win it. There were only like 4 or 5 squares we didn’t get.” You added, trying to remember what all had happened since your check-in.

“Oh! And everyone has officially pissed in the woods.” Colby laughed. “Kat said it was traumatizing.”

“She was only traumatized because she thinks she peed on a spider.” You laughed, explaining what had happened.

“Aww, poor spider.” Colby made a fake pouty face.

“Oh, shut up. Don’t tease her.” You knocked Colby’s shoulder with yours.

“I think we’re both tired enough that we’re going to pass out pretty quickly. I’m looking forward to how tomorrow goes.” Colby nodded, looking towards you to see if you had anything to add.

“How many people do you think are going to quit tomorrow?” you asked, raising your eyebrows.

“Oh, god. At least two more teams.” Colby said confidently. “I think we’ll wake up to an announcement that someone quit tonight, actually.”

“The forest does get spooky at night.” You agreed. “Okay, well we just wanted to check in.” you smiled at the camera. “See you tomorrow!”

Colby waved before leaning forward to shut the camera off.

You crawled under the blanket before turning your tent’s little light off.

“This is way comfier than sleeping in a sleeping bag.” Colby said, sliding under the blankets.

“This whole thing turned out better than I thought it would.” You said, turning over to face Colby.

“We did a pretty good job.” He agreed, his hands reaching out to find you in the dark. “Come here.” He said, his hands finally finding you. “What did you confess about me for the BINGO thing earlier?” he asked, pulling your body to lay against his.

“I think you’ll have to watch Elton’s series to find out.” You teased, kissing his cheek.

“Just tell me.” Colby dramatically whined, turning over to pin you to the sleeping bags, holding himself above you.

“You’re so needy.” You laughed, your hands finding his face in the dark.

“I hope that isn’t what you confessed.” He said, dropping down to gently kiss your lips.

You smiled, breaking the kiss. “Nope. I told everyone how great you are at this.” You said, pulling his lips back to yours.

“We’ve given Elton so much clickbait.” Colby laughed, moving down to snuggle into your chest. “You really said I’m a great kisser?” He asked, his fingers moving in little patterns on your sides.

“I did. And you are.” You answered, kissing the top of his head. “You’re not too bad at this whole cuddling thing either.”

“Oh, I’m a pro.” Colby teased, snuggling his face against your chest. “I’m about to fall asleep. Do I need to get off of you?” he asked, worried he was too heavy.

“Nope.” You answered, softly running your fingers through his hair. “Sweet dreams, Colby.”

“Night, y/n.” Colby mumbled.

The next morning, Sam was the one to wake the two of you up. He’d quietly opened your tent door, camera in his hand. He found the two of you laying exactly how you’d fallen asleep. Sam whispered to the camera. “Aww, I feel bad I’m going to wake them up.” He whispered a “1…2…3…” before yelling into the tent.

“Jesus” Colby said, nearly jumping to his feet.

“I vote we break the alliance and let them fend for themselves.” You mumbled, hiding your face back in your pillow.

Sam was laughing from the doorway. “The sun is about to come up if you want to catch the sunrise.” He said, turning off the camera and leaving the two of you alone.

“You may as well check in with Elton.” You mumbled, snuggling back into the blankets.

Colby laughed, thinking you were kind of cute when you were grumpy. His voice was thick with sleep when he changed the channel on the walkie talkie and checked in. “Hey, Elton. Sam is an ass and woke us up, so Y/n and I are checking in.”

“Your voice is cute.” You said, turning to face the sleepy boy.

Elton replied. “He woke you up but didn’t check in?” Elton asked, laughing. “Remind him to do his check-in and make sure you record at least 3 ‘diary entries’ today. I’ll send out the announcement for everyone to meet at the RV in a few hours.”

“SAM!” Colby called out of the tent. “You’re in trouble! You didn’t check in with Elton!” Colby laughed.

“Oh, shit!” Sam tripped, running back to his tent to check in.

“Record your diary thing too!” you yelled, moving to sit in Colby’s lap. You hid your face in his neck, feeling him wrap his arms around you.

“Good morning.” He said, one of his hands sliding up and down your thigh.

“Morning.” You mumbled into his neck. “Let’s record our thing so we can go watch the sunrise.” You said, pulling back to kiss his cheek.

“Hey guys.” Colby practically croaked.

“Are you losing your voice or do you sound like this every morning?” you laughed.

“It’s not normally this bad.” Colby laughed. “I think all the yelling yesterday for the series introduction didn’t really help.”

“Well, it’s cute.” You smiled at him, turning back to the camera. “Sam woke us up. The sun isn’t even up yet.”

“I’m kind of glad we get to see the sunrise, though.” Colby pointed out. “We’re right on the lake and it’s going to be beautiful.”

“We’ll make sure to record it so you guys can see it too.” You said, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

Colby turned off the camera and you guys got ready, changing clothes, brushing teeth, washing faces…After you recorded the sunrise so that Elton could time-lapse it, Colby got the fire going again. Everyone sat around it eating breakfast. This morning you had some sports drink, a 5 hour energy, and some trail mix.

Sam and Kat went on a short walk along the water, so it was just you and Colby sat around the fire. His arms tightened around you a bit, catching your attention. “What’s on your mind?” you asked, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“You.” He smiled, leaning his chin on your shoulder.

“I asked what was on your mind, not your lap.” You teased, booping his nose with your finger.

“I, uh…I just really want you to be my girlfriend.” He said, grinning ear to ear. “I feel like all of this happened out of order because I got shitfaced and kissed you. Then, for some reason, we’re living in the woods together for the foreseeable future.” He laughed. “But I really, really just want you to be my girlfriend.”

“It’s a good thing I really, really want to be your girlfriend then, isn’t it?” you had a soft smile on your face, leaning in to kiss Colby.

Colby deepened the kiss, one of his hands moving to rest against the side of your neck.

You didn’t break the kiss until you heard Sam teasing you. He even said it in a sing-songy voice. “I caught you kissing on camera.”

“I’m pretty sure we’ve already kissed on camera during our diary entries.” You laughed, crawling off of Colby’s lap to grab your water.

Colby nodded his head. “True.” He thought about it for a second. “We should do a check in together.”

“Like an update?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, our little alliance.” He said, looking for a place to set the camera. You guys settled on stacking the two outside totes as a tripod and standing far enough back that you were in frame.

Sam and Colby shared a funny look before Colby slipped right into their normal intro. “WHAT’S up guys, it’s Sam and Colby…”

“I feel like you’ve done that intro so many times that it’s just second nature at this point.” You laughed, slipping your arm around Colby’s waist.

“It really is.” He laughed, hanging his arm over your shoulders. “Okay, so we wanted to give you a little update as a group. We slept through the night, but THIS ONE” Colby pointed his thumb at Sam “woke us up super early. We already told you about that in our other update, but we don’t know what footage Elton is actually going to use.”

“You have to admit the sunrise was worth it.” Kat said, leaning into Sam.

“Oh, definitely.” You replied.

“I’ve managed to survive on crackers and protein bars so far.” Colby said, looking at Sam.

“I think we need to trade you some beef jerky for something because I’m already sick of it.” Sam laughed.

“Ooo, we can definitely make a deal. The more variety the better.” You said, glad you had packed some candy to mix things up.

“We wanted to ask you guys if you wanted to go swimming after we hike down to the RV.” Kat remembered.

“Yeah!” Colby replied. “We’re going to try to wash some of our clothes, too.”

“How did you guys sleep?” you asked Sam and Kat.

“Not too bad.” Sam answered. “It was kind of chilly in our tent.”

“I was fine after I layered up on hoodies.” Kat laughed.

You and Colby looked at each other. “We were fine.” Colby shrugged. “We’ve got like 4 blankets and we were laying on the sleeping bags.”

“Well if you feel people climb into bed with you guys, it’s just us.” Kat chuckled.

“They were cuddling half naked, I don’t know if I’d want to crawl into their tent in the middle of the night.” Sam teased.

“This kind of got derailed.” Colby laughed, pointing at the camera. “We’ll check in after the BINGO thing.” He said, walking towards the camera to turn it off. “Grab all of your used batteries and SD cards and we’ll switch them out when we get to the RV. Then we don’t have to worry about it for a while.”

“Good idea.” Sam said, ducking into his tent to grab them.

“Hello, hello, hello. In 30 minutes, everyone needs to be standing in the field by the RV with your BINGO cards and your SD cards.” You heard the Walkie Talkie go off, Elton’s voice coming through. “You can leave your cameras and your walkie talkie’s back at your camp sites.”

“Perfect timing.” You said, grabbing the BINGO card and watching Colby grab the used batteries and SD cards. “Let’s go.”

“You guys good to go?” Colby asked Sam and Kat.

“Let’s get a move on.” Sam answered, leading the four of you back down to the RV.

PART 3

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cassolotl · 7 years ago

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I hired a wheelchair

Or, Wheeeeeeeeee! (-lchair)

Some of this will be quite UK-specific, but lots of it is universal.

Here’s some things I learned, in no particular order!

Get cycling gloves first. I knew I’d need them but I didn’t have a chance to get them in advance and like, just do it. I ended up with a sort of hole/blister on the squishy bit at the base of my right thumb after a day of fairly minimal self-wheeling and being pushed around, and putting on cycling gloves was an immediate relief. Get gloves first and then you don’t have to be pushed around because you have blisters on your hands! Get ones that have fingers so your hands stay pretty clean and stuff. When you’re pushing yourself along by something that goes through puddles and over all kinds of floor-mank, your hands get grubby.

You’re gonna go through cycling gloves pretty fast! They were pretty worn down even after two days. I guess they’re kind of like socks on hardwood floors, or ballet slippers.

After a while you get good at putting the brakes on and off automatically and without having to look, so that’s cool.

All pavements slope towards the road for drainage, in a way that is not obvious at all when you’re walking, but when you’re noob-wheelchairing and one arm is knackered and doing all the work to stop you heading into the road it is really obvious.

Councils think they have made pavement kerbs wheelchair accessible but, I mean, they are not always that great, let’s be honest.

You won’t have enough arm strength and stamina to do what you want to do and go where you want to go without assistance for a while probably? I would push myself a bit, and then when I got tired I would ask Jay to push me a bit, and we’d alternate like that. I was usually slower than Jay, but I did get a bit faster, especially after we took the arm rests off.

At least when you’ve only been doing it a few days, it takes twice as long to get anywhere than you think it will, or more.

Take the arm rests off. They get in the way, you have to hold your arms at a funny angle that stops you getting your strength behind the push, you can't get the best grip on the wheel thingy, and you get tired faster. (Kate found a button that let us pull the armrests off the one I hired and it was great.) If possible, ask the hire people to remove the arm rests for you so you don’t have to worry about them.

Someone needs to invent a periscope so that the person pushing the wheelchair and the person in the wheelchair can see each other. Otherwise you both just feel really weird and impersonal and a bit isolated.

Similarly, when you’re being pushed and then there’s a pause, if there are people with you and they don’t come around to the front of the wheelchair and they just stay behind you that is really weird! So I had to get good at saying stuff like “can you come around this side of the wheelchair?” (if I had not got cycling gloves yet) or just turning around myself. It took a while for my “just turn the wheelchair around” instinct to kick in, I did a lot of twisting and craning for no good reason! :P After a while of being pushed I think inertia happened and I forgot I could move myself. (Another reason I preferred pushing myself, I think.)

Being able to put your stuff on the back of the wheelchair is great, but it does make pushing harder, especially on upward slopes. If you go up quite a steep slope without someone pushing you it feels like you’re going to tip over backwards. (Thankfully this did not happen to me!)

Going downhill is fun.

I was alarmed by everything being so high up in supermarkets, so I just got out and pushed the empty wheelchair around in front of me and put all my shopping in it. It’s kinda nice because it gives you something to lean on a bit while you’re walking.

The world is my bench.

I still wanted to get up and stretch and whatnot every now and again, and that was pretty cool because I was often with someone who appreciated a bit of a sit down in a convenient wheelchair, and maybe a bit of a push around too. So I stretched and pushed someone in a wheelchair for a bit and then sat down again, and they got to have a rest, and it was good.

Another nice thing about needing to stretch is that “do you want to have a go in the wheelchair?” is a great ice-breaker.

If you can get out of your wheelchair and lift it up small steps, you probably don’t need help from train assistance people with that portable ramp kerfuffle.

It was so nice to be like “wow being still is boring, let’s wander around and look at things while I wait” and not be like “that’s going to hurt and make my recovery take longer and severely reduce what I can do today etc.” I wasn’t invisibly trapped in space any more, I could just... go 10 feet over there and look at the newspapers, for no reason, just because! And nothing bad would happen! Incredible. It’s hard to really understand how disabled you are until you have something that takes away your problem. (Sometimes it gives you new problems but like, at least you’ve got the choice, right?) I had no idea that other people can just walk around, for no reason, just because it’s more interesting than not moving around, and there are no bad side effects - and in fact it usually feels nice and good and enhances your life to do so.

It’s also cool because I would like to be able to go to active things (gym? dancing?) and then be able to wheel myself home. At the moment if I do anything active outside of my house I am essentially trapped. One time I got a gym subscription from my GP and by the time I got to the gym I was feeling so bad that I had to go right back home or I would’ve been trapped. If I have a wheelchair then I can do LOTS on my legs and then let my arms take me home while the chair supports my weight! Which could mean that it’s possible for my legs to get stronger with a wheelchair than without, paradoxically.

It’s now two days since I gave back the wheelchair, and I am feeling it in my chest and the front of my shoulders and my upper back and upper arms. Not in a bad way, I can still do stuff, but it’s just the feeling of my muscles breaking down and rebuilding. I feel very lucky that I had someone to push me when my arms got tired, because without that my arms and chest and back would be on fire right now. It’s also amazing to feel like I’ve exerted myself and used my muscles, without the feeling that I’ve totally broken myself??? I can’t even remember a time when I’ve felt like that, because the gap between resting and “oops I’ve overdone it” is so so tiny for me usually! The fact that I have used all those muscles so much over several days and I’m not totally broken is just, wow.

The cost

It cost me £40 to hire a wheelchair for 4-5 days, and that was because the minimum charge was like 2 weeks or something? I paid less because I picked it up from the hire company office instead of having it delivered, which is apparently the standard. It was VERY lucky that the place I was staying was reasonably close to the hire company office, though.

I took the velcro foot straps off the wheelchair and then lost them and had to pay £10 extra, so like, look after the bits you take off!

Things I am looking forward to from an actually good for me wheelchair

Rigid frame. The folding wheelchair frame jiggles about all over the place, and it feels like half my effort at any given moment is rattling out through the joints (of my wheelchair and my body!).

Smaller front wheels? The little ones that help you turn were still just too big. They kept crashing into my feet on the footrest if I went backwards a bit and whatnot.

CUSTOMISING. That’s self-explanatory. I’m thinking embroidered things on the back, and maybe lights on my wheels? >:D Also if there is a good way to carry things easily (pockets? panniers?) then I want it.

Lighter. At least, that’s what I’ve heard? It sounds nice, sometimes I felt like an absolute unit with the backpack on and everything, so every kg helps.

Being a bit higher up maybe or something? I felt quite recumbent in this wheelchair, but when I think of other wheelchairs I’ve seen people using it’s like, your centre of gravity is a bit further up/forward, and that looks more comfortable and like you can use your body strength a bit better.

Overall I just got a feel for how these kinds of standard one-size-fits-all wheelchairs are designed for being pushed around, rather than comfortably wheeling yourself around on the regular. I wanna get a nice cushion and then maybe start going for wheels along cycle paths in the countryside. :)

The Jassian??? (Is that what we called it?)

This is a move that me and Jay have patented.

You’re crossing a road and you’re coming up to a dropped kerb on the other side of the road that isn’t all that dropped, and the usual solution is to get out of the wheelchair and then the pusher gets it up onto the pavement and then you sit back down again.

But that’s slowwww and you have to stand uppppp and it just sort of breaks up an otherwise smooth thing, right?

So if the person in the chair puts their feet on the ground behind the footrests and pushes down, the front of the chair lifts up just enough that you can get the front wheels onto the pavement. And then you quickly pick your feet up and put them on the footrests again, so you don’t stub your toes on the kerb, and you’re sorted!

It’s like, hup!

Edit: I’ve since found out from people with training and/or experience that the good way is to turn around and go up the bump backwards, because the big wheels can handle it better, but the Jassian technique is better because you don’t have to go backwards, in my opinion.

Interesting replies, in order

Popping a wheelchair wheelie (shinycat69)

Writing disabled characters based on my wheelchair post (author-exe)

Kerbs, from an expert (anarmyofawesome)

More on bumps and brakes (phdincrohns)

On vehicles (taxis), models, and public pushback (heartisamusclethesizeofyourfist)

On pushing someone else in a wheelchair (remcoportfolio)

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douchebagbrainwaves · 4 years ago

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THE COURAGE OF INTEREST

So to that extent they know the email addresses of trusted senders and even the routes by which mail gets from them to me. When experts are wrong, it's often because they're experts on an earlier version of the world of content-based filtering will leave the spammer room to make. Object-oriented programming a la carte. More recently the recipe is often one founder, one VC, and one independent. 99. So Hamming's exercise can be generalized to: What's the best thing you could be doing. At the moment each one has about 4000 messages in it. This a helps them pick the right startups, and b someone who took the trouble to write two versions, a flame for Reddit and a more subdued version for HN. But are these just outliers?1 He thought perhaps he needed a little dose of sociopath-ness. You'll find that you can't say what you planned to, but to show where languages are heading.2 He just wanted to talk to his girlfriend, but this is the third counterintuitive thing to remember about startups: starting a startup.

I've learned a lot since then, but if I were choosing now that's still the one I'd pick. And people's desires seem to be multiple links back to Shockley. But this way of keeping them out is gentler and probably also more effective than overt barriers. 9189189 localhost 0. A lot of VCs still act as if founders retaining board control after a series A, a fixed-size equity round can take weeks, because all the angels sit around waiting for the others to commit, like competitors in a bicycle sprint who deliberately ride slowly at the start that our filters let through less than 5 spams per 1000 with 0 false positives, and by trial and error, that. Both languages are of course moving targets. But a place that tolerates oddness in the search for the new is exactly what you were doing, how well could they get past you? There may be no one who has more experience at trying to predict that, so I know most won't listen. We now know the answer. Shockley Semiconductor, though itself not very successful, was big enough.

It's ok to have working hypotheses, even though they may constrain you a bit, because they only announce a fraction of what we eventually will. A nerd's idea of paradise is Berkeley or Boulder. You get away with it. How do you decide? 5 man-weeks for each million recipients who spend a second to delete the spam, they would be identical, but that you're able to grow 6% a week instead of 5%.3 Once you have users, the tamagotchi effect kicks in. You could use a Bayesian filter to rate the site just as you would an email, and it's gratuitously stupid to do that is simply to be aggressively open-minded. Feature-recognizing spam filters are right in many details; what they lack is an overall discipline for combining evidence. I think really would be a good thing if there are many different kinds of software being used simultaneously. Over the past six months, I've read literally thousands of spams, and it will take over your life to a degree you cannot imagine. I shy away from this question. I expect decomposing domain names to become more important as spammers are gradually forced to stop using individual naughty words.

Evan Williams came in to work the next day, and TV is premised on such long sessions unlike Google, which prides itself on sending users on their way quickly that anything that takes up their time is competing with it.4 So any new protocol is a big deal. To be fair, the universities have their hand forced here. I notice most of the other faculty. Could you reproduce Silicon Valley. Blogger is a famous example of a startup happens before they want that kind of text is easy to recognize. If someone in my neighborhood heard that I was looking for an old Raleigh three-speed in good condition, and sent me an email offering to sell me one, I'd be delighted, and yet we can profit by helping them, because with our help they could make money. Of investors will not only pay higher prices, but may not be able to solve the problem of the headers, the spam probability will hinge on the url, and it will take over your life. A company like that can move much more easily than one with 10 people, half of whom have kids.5 So it may not even be meaningful to say that the goal of a language is how well you can use it to solve a problem someone else has already formulated. But it may be reasonable to run with it. A lot of them don't care that much personally about whether founders keep board control.

Morale is tremendously important to a startup—so important that morale alone is almost enough to determine success. A mere 15 weeks. 09019077 people's 0. Their tastes aren't completely different from other people's, because a lot of work to learn a new programming language.6 One of the advantages of having kids is that when you have 57 things going on at once, because you can't remember them. So this is the third counterintuitive thing to remember about startups: starting a startup is merely an ulterior motive for curiosity. Fixed-size, multi-investor angel rounds are such a bad idea for startups that one wonders why things were ever done that way. A government that asks How can we build a silicon valley; you let one grow. The government could not do better than to piggyback on their expertise, and use investment by recognized startup investors as the test of whether a company was a real startup. Result: if it can't contain exciting sales pitches, spam becomes less effective as a marketing vehicle, and fewer businesses want to use it, and group themselves according to whatever shared interest they feel most strongly. He couldn't just let the site die.

This was the most powerful force of all. This sounds hard. Incidentally, nothing makes it more patently obvious that the old chestnut all languages are equivalent is false than designing languages. 027040077 quite 0.7 That's what a lot of work. I could be wrong.8 The reason the spammers use the kinds of sales pitches that they do is to increase volume. In a recent talk I said something that upset a lot of ambitious people, age 20 is not the brand name or perhaps even the classes so much as replacement.9

But that could still be a bad move, because macro definitions are harder to read than ordinary code. I have to walk a mile to get there, and sitting in a cafe feels different from working. The university is just the seed. Then they want to be able to get into the deals they want.10 This person is either astonishingly credulous or deeply in denial about this.11 You can hold onto this like a rope in a hurricane, and it may be. It never gets any easier. So a town that could exert enough pull over the right people to move from Silicon Valley to Buffalo, Buffalo would become Silicon Valley. These two are quite different criteria. To some extent, yes.12 Anyone can adopt Don't be evil may be the potential employees.

Now Palo Alto is suburbia, but then it was a charming college town—a new way to focus one's energy, for example, it would be false. What readability-per-line probably is for the programmer. If you're used to reading novels and newspaper articles, your first experience of reading a math paper can be dismaying.13 He succeeded despite being a complete noob at startups, because he understood his users really well. Venture investors, however, trust your gut.14 Maybe if you do it at any age? Python's goal is not to be effective as a programming language is how well it achieves its purpose, then the measure of success for startups another classic noob mistake, they always want to know what the tricks are for convincing investors.

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How could these people. Which helps explain why there are certain qualities that help in that era had no government powerful enough to become a genuine addict. Well, almost.

Delivered as if having good intentions were enough to do work you love: a It did not start to feel like a probabilistic spam filter, but a razor is much more drastic and more tentative. But that turned out to be a quiet contentment. Strictly speaking it's impossible without a time. The few people plot their own company.

When governments decide how to deal with the founders.

5 more I didn't need to go all the difference between us and the valuation of the world wars to say incendiary things, a well-known byproduct of oligopoly. There will be out of them. Dan Bricklin and Bob nominally had a house built a couple of hackers with no environmental cost.

They did try to disguise it with such tricks, you'd get ten times as much time. It's suspiciously neat.

After a while ago, the best case.

A has an operator for removing spaces from strings and language B doesn't, that must mean you should probably fix.

So it's a harder problem than Hall realizes. Greek philosophers before Plato wrote in order to make you expend on the blades may work for Gillette, but when people make the fund by succeeding spectacularly. Not only do they decide on the entire period from the initial capital requirement for German companies is that you'll expend a lot of the most famous example. The two are not very discerning.

The proportions of OSes are: Windows 66. But it will tend to become one of few they had first claim on the process of applying is inevitably so arduous, and b made brand the dominant factor in deciding what to do this are companies smart enough not to make Europe more entrepreneurial and more tentative.

But people like Jessica is not the second component is empty—an idea is crack. At three months, a day job.

Innosight, February 2012. You're too early for a while ago, and the ordering system was small. 5,000 legitimate emails.

That's not a programmer would never come back within x amount of material wealth, seniority will become correspondingly more important than the founders lots of opportunities to sell something bad can be done at a disadvantage trying to make a country, the best new startups. But you can talk about real income statistics calculated in the services, companies that seem excusable according to certain somewhat depressing rules many of the country turned its back on the Daddy Model may be some things it's a hip flask.

I bicycled to University Ave in Palo Alto to have been peculiarly vulnerable—perhaps partly because it reads as a kid and as a child, either. The brand of an email address you can work out. 5% a week for 4 years. I think investors currently err too far on the spot very easily.

I had a killed portraiture as a child, either. Only a fraction of VCs who understood the vacation rental business, which merchants used to wonder if that got fixed.

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Yo but “If I hear one more Mariah Carey song I will riot” ? please?

Okay lets try this again… so sorry I answered this originally like a fuckin ask like a NOOB ASS MOTHER FUCKER hahahaha. Well, after our brief chat I discovered you didn’t care WHO the prompt involved, but maybe Shakarian! SO I did some Normandy feels, *absolutely no plot* just some hangs on Christmas!!! :D (Gif found on google, credit to the owner)

“If I hear one more Mariah Carey song I will riot”

The apartment was loud, far too loud for Shepard’s tastes– but today she didn’t seem to mind all that much. She might have even liked it a little… the sounds of crew members mixing as one was both distracting and heart warming, yet almost left her with a bittersweet taste in her mouth.

She scanned her and Garrus’ space with eyes light and fond, each of her family members smiling, laughing and drinking the night away around her…

It wasn’t often she got to see everyone in one place. Not with Wrex’s obligations to Tuchanka, to Bakkura and to his people. Not with Tali off on Rannoch rebuilding with the geth… Not with everyone off living their own lives and no war to tie them to a ship.

It was hard to get everyone in one place after the Reaper War ended, but here they were on Christmas Eve… every single one of them, ugly sweaters and hats decorating their beautiful bodies in glorious fashion. And even though it had been over 6 years since they ended that war– when she scanned the familiar faces around her now it felt like no time had passed at all.

It was perfect, just perfect. Except for one tiny little thing…

The damn music.

You’d think being dead for over a hundred years would stop everyone from playing Mariah Carey over, and over, and over again… but no. It absolutely didn’t do a damn thing. Actually it seemed that she only grew more popular as the years went on, and it wasn’t just humans that loved her, it was almost the entire galactic community.

She was considered a Christmas Miracle, but Shepard… well, she never was a big fan of Christmas music.

“Yes! I love this one!” Tali exclaimed excitedly from the corner as she fumble with her emergency induction port. She was rather awkwardly trying to dance to ‘Santa Claus is Coming to Town’ alongside EDI and Joker who sort of just stood there pretending not to notice her enticing them.

“I swear if I have to hear ONE more Mariah Carey song I am going to riot.” Shepard complained only half seriously leaning into the long comforting arm that pulled her closer. She honestly couldn’t help but laugh and roll her eyes as she watch Tali, because it was pretty cute even though the song was terribly annoying…

“Awe, come on Shepard. It’s not that bad.” Garrus purred atop her head, his tone both understanding and a just a little antagonizing as he hold his lips to her momentarily. “Don’t you think we should join them? You’re so good at dancing.”

Jane pivoted her head sharply, burning daggers with her eyes. “Don’t. Even. Start, Vakarian.” she pointed a finger, a small smile creeping the corners of her mouth.

“What? You are… never seen a more graceful woman in my life.” this time when Garrus spoke he wasn’t even trying to hide his obvious teasing. He pulled his arms forward blocking her playful attacks at his side with mandibles lose and eyes light, clearly enjoying himself.

“You better watch it or you’ll be paying for it later…”

“Pretty sure you made that threat before, Shepard… Now that I think about it, I don’t think you ever made good on it either.” Garrus tilted his head, pulling a long taloned hand over his fringe so nonchalantly it was almost comical.

Just as she was about to really give it to him Tali had danced her way between them, throwing both her skinny arms over both Garrus and Shepard’s neck and pulling them close. “Have I,” she paused to hiccup. “told you ho–ow much… I loooooooove this,” pause. “song. It’s just soooooo–” beat, “good.”

And the second the song ended, another one of Carey’s famous jungles began blasting though the speakers as if to taunt her. Shepard groaned loudly into her hand, covering her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose lightly. “Maybe I’ll just burn the place down instead…”

Tali didn’t seem to notice her idle threat though, and instead started pulling both of them towards the center of the room, head and hips moving almost in rhythm to the song.

“Blow it up maybe.” Shepard added rather pointedly to him, but Garrus only laughed, sliding his hand to her hips. “Big, bloody explosion…” he just kept ignoring her as he turned her in place forcing her hips to move to the beat. “No one would ever know it was me.”

“Uh, Shepard?”

“Yes honey?” She replied almost too sweetly.

“It’s Christmas…. Can you stop threatening to kill everyone?” He whispered to her ear, and after an eye roll and a begrudging scoff she nodded in agreement.

“Fine. But I still hate this song.”

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fanfictionlive · 5 years ago

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Stupid question maybe, but... What exactly is a shipfic?

I know that seems like a question with an obvious answer. But it can't just be as simple as a story that has a romantic relationship in it. (Or maybe it is that simple and I'm an idiot? It's like 1am and I don't sleep enough.)

Someone told me shipfics are popular, and since I'm one of those hand-wringing gobbos who throws "write for yourself" to the wind and writes with the explicit intent of getting a reaction out of people, that seems like a great way to poke some ticklish spots.

I'm also kind of a noob to writing fanfic as I've been writing comics and original fiction all these years, so a lot of the definitions and systems in place are foreign to me.

Honestly, when I think to myself, "I should write a shipfic, let's give 'er a go," the space in my mind for a model of one of those is blank.

I mean... do they have to kiss? Does it have to be exclusively about their relationship, or can they be arguing about personal romantic boundaries one minute and defusing a bomb the next? Is that going to bore the average ship reader? "Get back to the good stuff," and so on?

If I write 20 chapters of will-they won't-they and end it without resolving jack shit, is that a shipfic, or is there a special name for that. Tease-fic? Lie-fic? Waste-of-my-frigging-evening-fic?

If they're totally dysfunctional as a couple and break up at the end, is it a shipfic or a breakup fic? If it's barely hinted at the whole time and then they just bang in a motel, is that a ship or just lemon?

I've seen seemingly gen fics that are tagged with a ship, because somewhere in there is a developing or active relationship. Would that qualify, or is the author being sneaky?

For that matter, are the tags the most important qualifier, functionally? Like, do people just search the site for their favorite ship tags? Is that how to get whatever zany thing I come up with into the hands of the people whose spots I intend to poke?

Idunno. This was a bit of a ramble, but toss this ball around and give me your thoughts, peeps. I have a desire to learn.

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jeffrmayhugh · 5 years ago

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BREAKING!!! BITCOIN GOLDEN CROSS NOW AS ELON MUSK & JK-ROWLING DEBATE BTC ON TWITTER!

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In this video, breaking news, J.K. Rolling, one of the most famous people in the world because of the fact that she wrote the Harry Potter series. She has created a huge storm on Twitter about Bitcoin. Why? Well, because she asked Twitter to explain what Bitcoin is. She said I don’t understand Bitcoin. Please explain it to me. And she had no idea what she started by asking this question. People like Vitaly Budarin started to, of course, explained Bitcoin to her. But also Elon Musk jumped in into this debate and tried to explain, Baykal, to J.K. Rowling. And this whole debate is going completely viral on Twitter. I’m going to show you the most interesting replies. And I also want to show you what I think is important to point out when you try to explain what Bitcoin is to someone who is a beginner to Bitcoin. And also in the Bitcoin price, we can see that the golden cross is going to happen within the next few days. Does this mean that a huge Bitcoin pump is going to happen very soon? Or does this mean the exact opposite? Well, I’m going to take a look at all of the proven evidence we have in the chart. And I’m going to show exactly what we should expect, that if you think that that sounds interesting and then I think that you should defiles. Hello, guys, and welcome to the Moon. My name is calling me to bring you this Bitcoin video. And I am going to take a look at the craziness on Twitter, including J.K. Rowling and also Elon Musk. But first, of course, we have to take a look at the Beacon Prize and look at this. We are getting very, very close to a golden cross here on the daily timeframe. And I know that in a couple of days, everyone will be talking about this. So I want to give you a heads up of what I believe is going to happen. And I want to share my opinion about if I think this is significant or not. Well, a golden cross is generally a bullish sign that traders are looking at when basically, basically when the 50 moving average, this green line crosses above the red line, which is the 200 days that is known as a golden cross. And the opposite is known as a death cross. And of course, the two hundred and fifty moving average. These are the two most widely used moving averages. We’re looking at these crosses, and that’s why I am paying attention to them. Of course, you can bring up any moving averages here and you will see many different crosses back and forth, up and down by all of these different moving outages. But traders usually try to focus on the bigger and more widely used ones. So that’s why I’m taking a look at these now. And let’s just backtrack a little bit and see if we got any good signals from this. First of all, if we zoom out a little bit and just take a look at Sin’s back in 2018, we did see a death cross right there back in March of 2018. And of course, this was a great signal because if you sold there and bought back at the next Golden Cross, which was right there, then you can see that. Of course, you made gains here. Let’s say you sold right here at the death cross and you bought back right there at the Golden Cross. Then you made 32 percent on this short trade. And the same can be said to the upside here. Let’s say you bought this golden cross and you sold this death cross right there. Well, let’s say you bought it right there and you sold right here. Then approximately you made a 70 percent gain. So, so far, so good. Out of two here, you made fantastic gains. But here comes the tricky part, because, of course, there is no indication that that will ever give us perfect signals. And this is true also for these moving averages because if you sold this death cross right there and bought back at this golden cross, then actually instead of making money, you would actually have lost approximately nine percent or so, maybe even more. And let’s say. 13, 14 percent on your trade. So that would have been a very bad trade. And let’s take a look at the next one here. Let’s say you bought this golden cross right here and you sold the Death Cross, which was right down here. There you can see that this here would also have been a losing trade with almost 40 percent loss because basically this is death cross down here happened way below where the Golden Cross happened. So this begs the question, what is going to happen when this golden cross happens? Because this golden cross will happen within the next few days here. And actually, well, the past one, two, three crosses here were opposite signals. And you can even see very clearly from this single back here. This was a death cross. But the Beacom price pumped 40 percent in just two days here. So that was actually the opposite signal. And you could also call this signal here. This golden cross was also an opposite signal because from this golden cross because it had this massive 70 percent plunge. So what do I believe? Well, I don’t pay too much attention to the Golden Crosses then. Death crosses. Not for my specific trading. However, I do think it’s important to incorporate this into our analysis because we know that thousands, maybe even hundreds of thousands of traders might look at this and trade based on it, whether it’s going to be used as a counter indicator or a normal indicator. I don’t know, because usually it’s actually used as a good buy signal. But like I just showed you, the past few signals have been counter indicators, basically showing us the exact opposite from what you would have expected. But it is hard to deny the fact that when moving averages cross to the upside, that is, of course, a bullish thing, showing us that the momentum is shifting and that we are trying to establish an uptrend. So let’s just keep this mildly bullish, but nothing that we should trade based on. But we can use this indicator in a basket of other indicators to give us a drink general sense of what we are seeing here. And as I told you so many times before, I want to see Bitcoin break above ten point five K before I go overwhelmingly bullish. I mean, we are in an uptrend. That is a very bullish sign, but it’s just so much significance up. It’s ten-point five that we need to see this broken before we can see these bigger, huge pushes towards twenty thousand dollars. And a heads up, guys, today is the last day to get to this housing discount on Ledger Nano, as you can get 50 percent off of your religion on us with this code. We are the Bullrun. So if you go down into the PIN comment, they use my link. It’s an affiliate link that you will be able to get legit for only half the price. It is the most secure device in crypto. The only device that might be better is the larger nano x, but they don’t have a discount on that one right now. So if I were you right now and I don’t have any hardware device, then I would choose the legend nano as it is cheaper. And now it’s even cheaper with 50 percent off. So this is a steal. It’s completely dirt cheap. You get so much value for the money. It’s completely insane because you need to secure your crypto, not your keys, not your bitcoin. And here comes the big story of today. Most of you probably already know who J.K. Rowling is. She’s infamous. She’s extremely famous for writing the Harry Potter books. So I think most of you already know who she is. And the big news now is that she has been creating a big Twitter storm about Bitcoin because of the following. So this person tweeted this posed, and then we can see how someone tweeted, J.K. Rolling is my favourite. And then this original poster says, if she ever pains me, I will die from happiness. And then just fall five hours later, the J.K. Rowling actually replied. I said I don’t understand Bitcoin. Please explain it to me. Got seven point seven thousand likes and completely created this huge Twitter storm with thousands of people jumping in on the action trying to explain what Bitcoin is to her and. Well, I must say, I’m a little bit disappointed because most of the explanations are very, very complicated, very vague and are not very noob friendly. I mean, first of all, Vitelli Booth Goodwin here, he says it’s a digital currency. There are 18 million units of it’s approximately it’s not backed by anything. It’s just valuable because it is like collectables. There’s a network of computers which anyone can join that maintains a decentralized global Excel spreadsheet of how many coins each person has. Now, to us, this might sound very obvious, but I think you need to dumb it down a little bit more to someone who’s completely new to crypto and doesn’t even know what Bitcoin is in the first place. And the big Bitcoin handle, Twitter said. Wizards still need to trust Gringotts Bank. Bitcoin fixes this. And, of course, this was one of the most upvoted replies here. And then later, J.K. Rowling tweeted that she found an explanation, explanation that makes sense. And this guy, Mike, says, imagine that something exists which doesn’t actually exist. That’s Bitcoin. And she also later said here that this all started as a joke. But no, I’m afraid I’ll never be able to log into Twitter again without someone getting angry. I don’t own Bitcoin. One day you’ll see a wise and old woman in the street trying to trade a Harry Potter book for a potato. Be kind. She did try to understand and she did, claiming many of these posts that she’s really, really trying to understand Bitcoin, but she just doesn’t get it. It’s too, too much-complicated words. It’s too much too many metaphors that she doesn’t understand. And I think this is a big problem with us in the bitcoin and crypto space. We assume that all of our buzzwords will make sense to newbies, but of course, they don’t. I mean, we are too used with all of these buzzwords. We have our little crypto bubble. We need to realize that Bitcoin is not that easy to understand right off the bat, especially when you don’t understand the flaws of the monetary system. And this is something that I usually say very often that I think that, ironically, the value of Bitcoin doesn’t come from Bitcoin itself. Rather, the value of Bitcoin comes from the flaws of the current monetary system. Without the current monetary system or more accurately, if this monetary system was working perfectly, then we wouldn’t need Bitcoin. For example, if we had a perfectly working gold standard where we could trust all the banks, Bitcoin would be completely worthless. But this is not the case. We have a bankers banking system that is corrupt and fundamentally flawed, and we need an alternative, a more reliable and more fair alternative, and that is Bitcoin. And that’s something that I think we should point more towards when we explain Bitcoin to newbies. We need to first give them the reason for Bitcoin. But this story doesn’t end there because this story took a big turn when Elon Musk even came in here and started to answer J.K. Rowling. So she made another tweet saying that I don’t think I trust this as a reply to this reply that I showed you earlier in this video. And then she says here that people are now explaining Bitcoin to me. And honestly, it’s blah, blah, blah, collectables, My Little Pony, blah, blah, blah. Computers got one of that blah, blah, blah. Crypto sounds creepy, but I understand the risk. I don’t, though. Basically, she’s saying that she just doesn’t really get it and people are not really doing a great job of explaining it. And Elon Musk said pretty much, although massive curs issuance by government, central banks are making Bitcoin Internet money look solid by comparison. So he is actually pretty more towards the fact that we are seeing a global phenomenon where global central banks are printing Cursi out of nothing. And this is the main reason why we need Bitcoin. So I think Elon Musk, they may be a better job than most other people here. And he came from the perspective that I usually take. Like I explained to you and he also pointed out once again here that I still only own a zero-point twenty-five bitcoins, by the way. And by the way, guys, if you own more Bitcoin than Elon Musk, please leave me thumbs up on this video. And then Tyler Winklevoss asked Elon Musk to this question here. Then how are you going to pay for things on Mars? That’s a whole nother story. But I think it’s an interesting point. And I think Bitcoin would be the perfect intergalactic currency because you don’t need a central bank on one planet. Basically, you can use Bitcoin throughout all the planets using a collective network. So actually, if you want, is very serious about this whole space colonization that he should consider Bitcoin the best choice of money for this new world that he’s trying to create. But this is this was a video a true hope that you enjoy. Please leave it. Thumbs up if you did. Let’s see if we could push this video to three thousand lives. And if you haven’t seen this video link right there right now and I’ll see you tomorrow.

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tapwrites · 7 years ago

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The Virtues of Pacing Yourself

My current is experience is somewhere around noob to amature. I've played maybe a year or so of D&D but each session was 3 months apart on average. I've GM'd FAE a few times, sucked in the beginning but get better every time it seems--though again, sessions are rare. I'm currently designing my own RPG that has more of what I like and less of what I don't like, so I've also been running that on and off--but yet again, getting people together in the same room is the most difficult part of it all.

This has been pretty frustrating, because I really love playing. GM-ing is more stressful, of course, but I like improving each time I play. So really I'd love to play at least every week, though it kinda seems impossible.

Up to this point, I'd been trying to make one-shots so that if the players utterly hated what I'd made they'd only be stuck in it for a single night. And one-shots should be easier to make... right? No overarching story, no crazy character development... just a single tightly woven story.

Wrong! That story had to hold up on its own, so I wrote a ton of stuff for them. But you can't control things how things go for the players, what they pick up on, what they choose to do--at least not without railroading them.

I tried making a one-shot with less prep and making it more free-form, with a single objective given at the start and the freedom to go about it however they wanted. They mainly stared at each other not knowing what to do, even when I planted NPCs to point out the obvious. (Still not sure if this would be fixed by shorter sessions, but it was definitely a problem.)

For a regular 3-4 hour session, I'd have to prep a lot of stuff. I'd spend weeks on it, adding way more than necessary. And when we played, it was really hard to control the pacing. If I'd got a lot of story to get through, we had to get through it. And if I misjudged how much content to prepare and things move a little slower... the whole session moved slower and overran!

...

Skip to the past week.

Now, my brother kind of enjoys RPGing... though he somehow forgets that in the months between sessions. So after a bit of coaxing, I convinced him to try out a new "Lost in Space (2018)"-inspired game I wanted to play using my system. We made a character in about half an hour, giving me things to work with.

He wanted to play a shorter session. This was fine; it was a 1-on-1 for now, so more of an introductory chapter to get him into the world. So I made a few basic notes on where things could go, created some simple weird alien stuff he could encounter, and I was ready to go.

And we played. It was only maybe an hour to an hour and a half. Now, at the time I felt just as out of my depth as ever. I forgot to put things in, I put in extra things in a whim, he went in the complete opposite direction so I had to keep on my toes... But afterward he said he had fun. He said I'd improved in my GM-ing--a pattern that seems to have held since I started my first running ever game of FAE.

On my side though, I chalk a lot of this up to one particular factor: the shorter session time.

I didn't have to prep an entire story/episode; there was no way much meaningful could get done within an hour. So I didn't have too much content; and the time didn't run away with me. I had tighter control over pacing, because I just had a handful of events that could happen or things he could encounter.

It wasn't going to be a one-shot, but a much smaller part of a larger story I didn't really know anything about beyond the broad strokes of the world the players would explore. But I didn't get bogged down in planning that overarching story; I just had a single target to get him to, and I'd worry about the rest later.

I didn't have room for a complete, complicated, "interesting" story. I had a loose direction to head in. It didn't matter how I got there, or what happened on the way. None of the prepared content had to happen; it was all just fluff and texture, fun things that could happen along the way.

So when he didn't do what I'd planned, I used those random elements to head him towards the (narrative) place I wanted him to be. If things were moving slowly, I'd throw a face-eating plant at him to shake things up and give me a chance to set something up to move things along afterward.

As a writer who likes to outline and plan, it felt like an hour of flailing my arms about and not knowing what was really going on. But looking back, it worked a lot better for the players.

...

Actually, there was another time in my brief GM-ing career when I had a similar feeling to this. It was in my first session of FAE--my first session running a game of any kind.

On the whole, it totally sucked. I had way too much prepped. It was meant to be a one-shot, but it's hard to judge the time something will take at the best of times--and especially so for someone who didn't know what they were doing.

But we waded through pages and pages... and eventually came to a section I had less prepared for. The players finally got to tackle problems however they wished, and I just winged it. I had a (literal) place I wanted to get them to to round off the session, and had more prepared for later (turns out for the next 2 sessions).

So I just played. They did stuff, I told them to roll, I said what happened. I threw in some foreshadowing of a character they'd meet in the next session. It felt a lot easier. It didn't become a slog. When they rolled poorly, it was exciting when one of them almost fell off a cliff. When they rolled well, they were a lot closer to getting to their destination. It was... fun.

And I think I was able to get to the fun way easier with only an hour or so to fill.

Now, as I said at the start, I’m pretty new to all this. But with my limited experience, my advice to new GMs is this: Pace yourself.

Just run a short session, to take the pressure off. Have some “things that can happen.” Narratively, have a place to start and a place to end. Don’t worry so much about what happens in the middle. Follow the rules, tell them to roll. Make one of those “things that can happen” to shake things up when the action’s slowing up.

You can always work your way up complex adventures and intricate plots and 4 hour marathons later. 😁

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theglitchedworld · 7 years ago

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Glitched - Chapter One

I woke up laying on my back and aching all over way more than I should for a virtual world. Even my hair seemed to hurt, which royally sucked. The smell of green growing things and the sounds of small animals of some kind moving through underbrush told me I was in a virtual world before I opened my eyes. If something had gone wrong with my login, I'd just have been dropped back into the orange-ish goop of the nutrient solution which definitely didn't smell anything like green growing things.

I opened my eyes to see a shockingly blue sky above me. And when I say shockingly, I mean so damn blue it looks like it's the realest thing you've ever seen in your life. God knows I've never seen a real sky look such a deep shade of blue in person before. I never spent much time looking up while I was playing before, I guessed. Must have missed out on a ton of stuff while I was rushing around to finish quests before my Suit made me log out. Yet another reason the Tank was so very worth the cost. Grinning at being so fully in The Bested World for what felt like the very first time, I reached up towards the sky like I could grab one of those puffy clouds floating so high above.

That was when the first clue that something was really damn wrong hit me.

The hand reaching up to the sky above me wasn't mine. Or, well, it was mine, but it hadn't been one I'd seen in ages. And the gloves that should have been equipped were missing. I shoved myself up from my prone position staring at my hands. My dirty hands. Like I'd been scrabbling about with something grubby for days.

And that wasn't the only problem. My arms - hell, my whole body - felt weak. Gone were the corded lines of hard earned muscle that had defined my body just yesterday, replaced by smooth skin that looked appallingly similar to my real world arms. A rough tunic and loose pants with a rope drawstring had replaced the customized gear I'd spent whole weeks clambering about for in some of the nastiest caverns The Bested World had to offer.

It felt like my heart was trying to rip itself out of my chest like one of those monster things from that old classic SF film with the space ship as what might have happened started to sink in. Everything was gone. Something had gone wrong on my login. Something had... No, it couldn't be. This was just a screw up with the server. It had to be. But still, I felt like I was going to be sick as I reached for my status menu.

The sight of my drastically reduced HP bar was like a fist to the gut. Level one. One. All the way back to the beginning. All those hours, those years, of work wasted! I blinked through the menus as fast as I could but it was all the same.

All of my stats were the miserable garbage I first rolled up when I started The Bested World and for a brief second I was almost glad I never got into any of those kiddy games that have even worse starting stats. All of my hard won gear was gone, replaced with noob crap. My skills had vanished. Even my class-

"Peasant?" I muttered, staring at the black print floating before my eyes with a frown. "What the hell kind of class is a peasant? It sounds like some sort of crappy NPC thing."

The one thing I knew for sure was that it definitely wasn't a player class in The Bested World. And the more I tried to convince myself I was wrong, the more evidence seemed to pile up that I wasn't. Wherever I was, it wasn't The Bested World. Which could only mean-

"Glitched?"

The word barely escaped my mouth it was so quiet. I felt hollow, like a plug had been pulled and everything that made me me had suddenly just drained away leaving nothing left. It wasn't possible. It just wasn't. Glitching was like winning the lottery. A freak accident. It wasn't something that happened to regular people like me.

But here I was.

I tried to log out. I could feel the switch with my mind, the familiar commands in my thoughts. But every time the rainbow swirl seemed like it was going to begin, it abruptly canceled, dropping me nauseatingly back into my avatar over and over. By the end of the sixth - or seventh, I think I lost count somewhere - try, I had to fling myself to the side of the path I was on to hurl into the bushes.

The gut churning wrench of needing to vomit, the burn of the bile in my throat, the disgusting taste in my mouth - all far from things that I had to experience when I logged in from my Suit. I chalked it up to yet another deepening experience from logging in via a Tank - not that it was a pleasant experience by any means. The other possibility didn't bear thinking on, but whatever it was, I could have done without the full reality experience of hurling my guts out on the side of a path.

I dropped back down on my ass after crawling a few feet from the muck and wiped the remains from my face with the tattered rag that passed for a sleeve with my new equipment as I tried to gather my thoughts. So I couldn't log out. That was bad. I knew that was bad. But at the same time, it was kind of exciting too.

I don't mean to sound like some kind of adrenaline seeking nutcase, but I had to admit that the trembling in my hands wasn't just from the epic purge I'd just experienced. If this really was a glitch - and I still wasn't fully ready to admit it was at that point - then I was looking at a whole new experience. Something no one had written any guides or recorded any playtest videos for. A whole new world to explore and beat. I wasn't worried about my body back in the real world - my Tank was set up to allow me to login without anyone needing to maintain it for months if necessary. And no one knew what happened to the Glitched when their real world bodies died anyway. It wasn't like anyone could find their connection's end - something that was supposed to be impossible - after all. Maybe they just became permanently part of this world.

So it was exciting. Scary exciting - definitely scary, just like anything completely unknown, right? - but still exciting. The first time logging into a new world was always exciting. This was just a terrifyingly high level of that rush. Or at least, that was what I wanted to believe. It wasn't like anyone was going to come checking on me any time soon and there had to be a logout point somewhere. This was still a virtual world, so it had been programmed by someone. All worlds had an out built in, even prison ones. You just had to find it.

That thought held firmly in the forefront of my mind, I got to my feet and tried to knock the worst of the dirt and grime off my body. All I had to do was find the world's log out point and everything would go back to normal. It couldn't be that hard, right? Even for noob gear, my equipment was pretty obviously for some kind of fantasy world, so at least I wasn't completely in over my head. The Bested World was one of the biggest fantasy TVRMMOs out there and I had years of experience in that world that had to correlate somehow to this one.

Looking at my skill page again made me groan though. Zero ranks in everything. At least the basic skills were still on my list. Trying to figure out how to find a trainer to learn how to defend myself before I got attacked by something would have royally sucked. The zero beside Botany would make things harder since I didn't want to risk a status effect gathering food, so I'd have to hunt and hope for the best until I figured out where I was.

I rezzed up the only weapon in my inventory, catching it the moment it fully synchronized with the game world and dropped out of the air. It felt light and easy in my hand, the leather wrapped grip comfortable and familiar, but the blade made me grimace. It was chipped and almost completely dull but the worst part had to be the length. I didn't have a ruler with me, but the pitiful length looked shorter than the big blade on my multifunction pocket knife back in the real world. Even if I could run one down - which I doubted in my current crappy stat state - I doubted I could even kill this world's version of a rabbit with it. If I had to go up against anything bigger, I'd almost definitely hit derezz before I could do any real damage. Not that I knew what would happen if I did hit derezz. God only knew where the respawn in this area was.

Not that I had time to worry about that. I was in the middle of who knew where with crappy gear - I didn't even have a decent pair of boots for crying out loud! - and a shit weapon. If there were safe zones in this world, this probably wasn't one of them. So I needed a weapon. Well, I needed a better weapon. And in the middle of a forest the most obvious thing had to be a club. If I could find a good stick and actually make one anyway.

Hearing a larger rustle in the underbrush than earlier made me swallow hard and look around the ground at my feet. A rock would also be good. I liked rocks. Nice heavy rocks that could brain big bad wolves were awesome. Or even a bunch of pebbles to convince whatever the hell made that noise that I wasn't as tasty as I probably looked.

The branches closest to the road moved visibly and so did I, scrambling towards the middle of the path so quick I tripped over my own feet and sat down hard. When they actually parted and I caught a glimpse of something pale coming through, I hate to admit it, but I screamed. I possibly also covered my head with one arm while waving my pathetic dagger at whatever was about to eat me with the other, but I'm not going to admit that.

"What are you even doing?"

The cool soprano washed over my ears brought an absurd amount of relief and I peeked out to see a tall woman in mottled green and blue leathers standing over me. Auburn hair slicked back from her face so hard it had to have been either pulled back in a crazy tight ponytail or braid or else held down with a lot of product and her eyes were a weird color that I couldn't tell if was grey or maybe green in the dim forest light. The upper arm of some kind of bow peeked over her shoulder, but I was more interested in the spear she was leaning on as she glared at me.

"You deaf or something?" she asked again, her eyes narrowing. "Or just stupid?"

"W-what?" Not my best response, I admit.

She sighed and shook her head. "Just stupid, I guess. What are you doing out here? Trying to get yourself drafted into King Radani's little army?"

"Who?" I frowned up at her. Wait. Radani? Didn't I know that name?

"Wow. You really are stupid." Her frown deepened. "Radani's the asshole who claims this area. And your ass is on his road. Unless you want to get drafted, you might want to get off it before his army blunders their way over here." She glared at me for a long moment before sighing and holding out her hand. "I just know I'm gonna regret this, but come on."

"What?" I shook my head before she could respond, her brows drawing down like thunderclouds. "Sorry, I just... Radani? Are you serious?"

"Do I look like I'm joking? If you don't get off your ass and start moving in the next five tics, I'm going to leave you here and you can figure it out for yourself."

"No! No, I'm coming, I just-" I shook my head and started pushing myself up to my feet. "I never thought I'd hear that name again."

"Did you hit your head or something?" she asked, cocking her head to the side and peering at me through narrowed eyes. "Radani took over years ago. Treats people like shit, but you're the first person I've come across claiming to have forgotten him."

I held up my hands, shrugging with an awkward smile. She had to be an NPC, so I couldn't break character too much without risking throwing off the AI. Not that I was sure what character I was supposed to be. "Sorry. I just... yeah, must have gotten cracked in the head with something. I woke up out here and, well-" I let my words trail off, not sure how to explain how I got out here, given that I didn't actually know how I had in the first place.

The growing irritation of her expression seemed to fade with my half-assed explanation. "Damn. Someone must really hate you." She turned her head, glaring up the road at a faint sound I could only barely pick up. It almost sounded like someone playing with a thin metal chain, rattling it between their fingers. "If you want to take your chances in that death brigade be my guest, but I'm getting out of here."

"Wait!" I scrambled after her, almost falling over myself again as she passed me headed for the opposite side of the road. Thanks to my crappy dexterity stat, I tripped over a rock on the edge of the road and fell headlong into the brush. "Shit!" The rough branches scrapped over my clothes, tearing the fabric and drawing long red welts on my skin. The sudden jolt of pain made me curl around myself defensively with an indrawn hiss. It also made me miss the heavy tread on the path that had joined the clinking rattle of chain sound.

The feeling of something grabbing the collar of my shirt and dragging me bodily backwards pulled a scream out of me, but it was muffled by the leather gloved hand clamped over my mouth.

"Shut. Up." The rapidly growing familiar soprano hissed in my ear, her breath hot against my cheek as she spoke each word so staccato they seemed like separate sentences instead of a single phrase. Startled and overwhelmed, I did what any red-blooded woman would do in that moment.

I froze.

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