#postal 3 beta

[clannadhymn]

decided to just do a regular old painting for a vague amalgamation of postal dudes, he's kinda beta!p3 mixed with p2 for some reason i will not understand the reason why i did that but WHATEVER LOL

here's without his sunglasses

[musicinherhead]

Fearne is a different beast altogether to write (for me) and if anyone has fanfics that they recommend that are very much in her voice, I’ll eagerly accept all recommendations

Anywhoooo, here is the second chapter of my 4+1

Since this is semi-cannon compliant, Laudna really spun me with her blurted admission to Chet 😂

[qwuilty]

Also some snippets from old web archives of the gopostal(dot)com website, back in it's younger days circa the late 90s.

I'm super fascinated by the small changes in the story these website archives give, and god i am still so sad we never got that novel. </3 Still that original journal entry is. so good i love it

[noahfuel-gaming]

This is what The Dude looked like during Postal 3's beta

[narklos]

Half-Life Links and Resources

I've put together all of the links I've collected over the years relating to Half-Life for you all to peruse and enjoy.

If you feel like I've missed something, shoot me an ask and I'll add it. :,)

Take a peek under the cut, and have fun!

Gordon Freeman's Bio

Raising the Bar (Book of HL1 and HL2's development)

Half-Life Magazine Archive

HL2's Original Opening Scene Script

TCRF's Proto HL2 Documentation

TWHL's Forums

My own collection of HL model references

My own collection of cut/unused G-Man voicelines

VCC Wiki (Treasure trove of unreleased Valve resources)

Project Beta (Archives HL2's development builds and art)

SourceRuns (Forum) (Wiki)

Archived City17 Forums

Leaked Beta HLA Ending (HLA basically had a hard reset on its development a year into the game's devcycle, that's a whole 'nother rabbit hole)

Cut HL maps in the Postal 3 Leak

HL2's E3 Presentation Assets (Tech Demo) (Trailer) (Assets) (Download)

Mike Shapiro (G-Man's VA) Singing the Blues!

HLA - Lost Radio in the Vault

The HLA Black Mesa Conspiracy Theorist (Many believe this to be Barney's hideout, as Barney was meant to appear in HLA but was cut)

HL2 EP2 Cut Citadel Destruction (Addon is no longer available)

An Unused G-Man Ravenholm Appearance

'Human Science' Pre-Vis (Cut Dr Breen speech from HLA)

Return to Ravenholm (Cancelled Episode 4)

Some forums going over the HL2 2003 Leak (Winamp) (Techspot) (Leak Download)

HL1's 1997 Alpha (Steam) (Project Beta)

Archived Facepunch Forums

Kerry Davis' Door Talk (This was during HLA's development but before the game was announced, and goes through a lot of the tech we'd see in the released game. Back then, HLA was known only in code leaks as 'HLVR'. Remember- HLA had a massive reset in its production!)

Gabe Newell Officially Announces HL3!!11

[core-bagg]

----[TAKING WHAT'S NOT YOURS]----

!NO BETA, WE DIE LIKE HENRY!

1,138 words

Characters: Angus Ciprianni, Matteo Schiavoni (Belongs to @double--hh, check them out they're super cool!!! :3), Dr. W Afton, Oswald Keppler

Trigger warnings: Violence, guns, minor cannibalism, mentions of scars, mentions of stabbing, mentions of organ theft, threating at knife point

Author's note: @double--hh I'm sorry if I wrote Matt out of character, I tried to follow your posts as much as I can. I hope you like this :3

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Angus leant on the armrest of the chair, watching his business partner, Matteo, fold his checkered suit into a neat pile. Something caught Angus's eye, there was a new scar on his partner's body, a scar just left above his waist with visible lines coming off it.

Angus: "Another stabbing, ey Matty?" Matteo: "Actually, some parassiti da laboratorio stole it while I was out…Dunno where it went since."

Angus raised an eyebrow as he sat up.

Angus: "What did they look like?" Matteo: "Ginger hair, lavender shirt, small glasses, weird logo on his lab coat sleeve, sembra mezzo morto, why'd you ask, angel?"

Angus gazed on with a determined, enraged and shocked looked. He seen someone with that appearance before. It belonged to Afton's friend. Angus loaded and cocked his gun, his grip on the gun was tight.

Matteo: "Ang-?" Angus: "I just wanna talk to him, amico."

Matteo only stared in confusion as he saw Angus get up from the chair, walk out his front door and march down to where-ever-the-hell the kidney stealer lived with murderous intent, before deciding that it would be a good idea to follow his purple friend.

Meanwhile, Afton and Oswald sat around the latter's wooden dining table. Oswald prodded the kidney with the back of his scalpel. Afton parted the sea of biology books with his hands to talk with his pal.

Afton: "Soooooo, who did you get this from again?" Oswald: "Some guy in a yellow suit passed out in the gay bar. I dragged him to the bathroom, made an cut on his abdomen, jarred the kidney and patched him back up just as he was about to come back to consciousness, Wali." Afton: "Why were you at a gay bar?" Oswald: "I was banned from almost all of the normal bars." Afton: "For what?" Oswald: "Organ theft, why-?"

Angus kicked down the door to Oswald's apartment, causing Afton to jump back in fright. Oswald quickly spun around to face the other duo. Matteo was behind Angus, trying to make sure he didn't do something stupid.

Angus: "VA BENE, COGLIONE VIOLA, DOV'È IL RENE!?" Oswald: "MY DOOR!!! AND I JUST GOT IT REPLACED TOO!"

Oswald launched up from his seat and pulled Angus closer, holding the scalpel up to his neck. Anger boiled in Oswald, nobody was going to barge into his apartment, spouting, what was for all he knew or cared, some random voodoo language at him and get away with it. Matteo stared at the unfolding situation, not knowing whether or not to draw his own gun. Afton, on the other hand, was silently panicking, it was rare that he saw Oswald angry and even rarer that he was at a state where he was willing to draw blood. Angus was trying his hardest to not sweat bullets, but Oswald's faux-friendly smile and one-stubbed-toe-away-from-going-postal eyes didn't help it all, not to mention the fact that the scalpel was threating to pierce his skin.

Oswald: "Now then! I'll give you one chance to answer this: What are you doing here? Keep in mind that the penalty for not answering me is to be strapped to my operating table and be dissected while you're awake…And no, there won't be any anesthesia."

Angus would've gulped if there wasn't a blade dangerously close to his throat. He shook his head and scowled at Oswald.

Angus: "I want my partner's kidney back! And, for the record, you're not beating my pervious allegations of you being a complete and utter lunatic."

Oswald scowled back, pressing the scalpel deeper near Angus's throat. Matteo shot in Oswald general direction as a warning, one that put a hole through his drywall. Oswald's eye visibly twitched at the site of the hole before he dropped Angus and glared at Matteo.

Oswald: "Oh sure! Because that's what my klutzy ass needs, more property damage. Thank you! I shall keep the kidney as payment…Gelber Trottel…" Matteo: "Ovviamente lo scienziato pazzo sa parlare tedesco, perché a questo punto perché no… Aspetta, cosa-"

Oswald threw the scalpel at Angus, narrowly missing him as he tried to snatch away the kidney. Matteo rolled his eyes and began shooting. Afton joined the brawl for the kidney. He grabbed the kidney from Angus, used him as a launch pad and attempted to kick Matteo in the chin. Unfortunately for him, Matteo had bones of fucking titanium so Afton broke his foot. Afton used his last moments in the battle to fastball the kidney at Oswald. Oswald, thankfully, caught it. Angus clambered onto Oswald in a attempt to get the kidney off him, Matteo went into the apartment and watched them both from the side to he who'd win. Angus almost had the kidney in his grasp until…

HOMPH!

Oswald, in an admittedly gross act of "act now, think later", shoved the kidney into his mouth to the shock of everyone else in the room. A tear welled up in his eye as he choked down the kidney. Angus watched in disbelief as he saw the thing he was fighting two goddamn scientists for get pushed down Oswald's throat. Afton looked like he didn't know whether to either gasp or throw up. Matteo, for some reason, looked so shocked and disgusted that it looped back around to being admiration. Angus got off Oswald and began to walk out of his apartment, dragging Afton behind him.

Angus: "For the record, I'm going to make sure you never live that down Afton."

Matteo and Oswald stared at each other. He began to approach Oswald, towering over him in height. Oswald cowered and raised his hands up to his face to shield himself, expecting the worse…But Matteo laughed and jabbed Oswald in the rib playfully.

Matteo: "Taste good, Doctor?" Oswald: "No, obviously…You might as well head home, there's nothing here for you."

Matteo smirked at the doctor's comment.

Matteo: "Ohoho, that's where you're wrong, gazza zenzero. Vede, sono interessato a toglierle qualcosa dalle mani. Forse mi venderebbe una delle sue scoperte in cambio di un po' di denaro?"

Oswald scowled at Matteo, not understanding a word he said.

Oswald: "Wenn du kein Deutsch sprichst, heißt es Englisch oder verschwinde, Kumpel."

Matteo nodded, he didn't understand all of what Oswald said, but he knew that he didn't speak Italian.

Matteo: "To paraphrase what I said, I would like to buy something off you." Oswald: "What do you want?" Matteo: "You don't happen to have any…Sedaters, do you?"

Oswald went to his medicine cabinet and pulled out a bottle of trichloromethane. He swished the liquid inside it around as he turned to Matteo.

Oswald: "Will this do, big guy?"

Matteo nodded and pulled a $50 bill out of his pocket, handing it to Oswald. Oswald pocketed to bill and bid Matteo goodbye before he was left alone in his apartment.

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[writingbyshiloh]

Part 3. Elizabeth

5+1 masterlist

CW: Drinking, established relationship, ummm fluff? Implied smut, reader wears jewelry. No beta

AN: Yes hes looking at Liz in the gif but the chapter is also about her. The chapter hinges on the reader wearing earrings, I’M SORRY. IDK what season this is among, Liz and Tom are together but so are Aram and Samar so take that as you will. I also watched so much Euphoria while editing

Everything was going well. The team knew that you were seeing someone and it's almost become a running gag about the biker story. Ressler told Liz who ended up telling Aram. You told Samar yourself, omitting a few key details, knowing she would find it funny. 

They just didn't know you were seeing one of the most wanted men in the world. You hesitated to say ‘dating’ because most romantic relationships don’t have the power to end your career and possibly get you arrested. It's not like you could update your Facebook profile with the information. 

Cooper even noticed that you were picking up less overtime and leaving closer to the typical end of the work day. You didn't fully stop your overworking habits, partly because it was something you always had done but also subconsciously to show Reddington that you're not going to throw your job away for him. That you were an agent first (even if you are not the poster child for fidelity or integrity). 

Alternatively, Reddington was also dropping hints - not names - that he was seeing someone. The first time you felt a spark of jealousy. Obviously, he was drawing on someone from his past and putting them in the current timeline, but it still stung. You still agreed with his partner in his retelling, before realizing that he was talking about you, and you were agreeing with your own opinions.

With you not wanting to slow your overtime, and him “keeping up criminal appearances” you hardly saw him outside of FBI business. Not for lack of trying. You tried to  He frequently invited you to wherever in the world he was, and you declined due to time reasons. It never stopped him from bringing you back a postcard. Always delivered in person, in case someone in the US Postal Service noticed the pattern. 

Tonight was different. The office air felt stiff and the pile of forms felt endless. It wasn’t even closely connected with the blacklist case and was boring. Plus the description of his safe house for the next few days seemed like a dream. Large windows overlooking waterways and lush green plants were how he described it to Liz, directly outside your shared office. 

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You triple-checked you had the address right before knocking. Reddington told you to come straight from work, that you could shower at his safe house. With time being so rare between you both, you hastily agreed, taking your spare change of clothes you kept in your office. 

The door swung inward, Reddington's arm sweeping you inside. Once the door was fully shut and locked, his hand moved to the small of your back guiding you into the apartment. 

“Agent! You made it!” You could tell that he had a glass or two of wine from the strong enunciation. You made a face at the name, something he loved to call you.

“Don’t call me that, I’m off the clock.” You heave a sigh allowing him to show you to the kitchen. “I brought you a gift.” You push the bottle of wine out awkwardly for him to take it. 

You hear him quietly read the name, pronunciation much better than anything you could have attempted. 

“You didn’t need to. This is more expensive than what you drink” 

“Well, there was a betting pool at the office. And I won.” 

Reddington raises an eyebrow for you to continue. 

“The betting was about you. And if you were seeing someone. I may have used insider knowledge to win.” You try to be sly but you can't help but smile. 

Moving closer to get the bottle, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

“I didn’t start the pool.” you continue, not wanting him to think you scammed your coworkers. 

“Is that so?” 

“Mhmm.” 

Ever the gentleman, he pulls out a stool from the kitchen island for you, before sliding a full wine glass towards you. 

It was flattering in a way. Out of all the constant security threats, deals, and thinking, he had a drink for you, signalling that he was eagerly waiting for your appearance. 

You rest the cool glass against your cheek, while he manoeuvres in front of the island to the stove, some sauce cooking slowly simmers. You take the time to study his outfit, the cool browns of the suit jacket that's resting on the back of the bar stool, the umber colour vest and the crisp white dress shirt. The piece du resistance was the apron he tied in the back. 

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When spending the night with Reddington, you either had him when you went to sleep or when you woke up. Given his constant travelling and busy schedule it made sense that he hardly had a normal sleep schedule. You got him last night, leaving you to wake up to your alarm in a new bed, confused at the unfamiliar setting. 

“You look nice.” 

The post office didn't seem to have a dress code. Red wore a three-piece suit most days, Ressler was in a dressed-down version of that. Samar was the most casual, either a tank top or tee-short tucked into jeans. You tried to hit the middle of the Samar and Donald dress spectrum. 

“Thank you. I feel like I’m missing something though.” You shift your weight side to side to see if he notices anything.

He also looks at you, trying to figure out what is off, but not being able to come up with anything.

You pass Dembe in the door. as you left Reddingtons, making a joke about how Dembe was now covering for the day shift. 

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The feeling that you were missing something or forgot something dragged during your commute. You thought it was your phone or maybe your keys but you had both with you in the car. 

As if to prove a point, your phone’s ringtone jolted you out of your thoughts.

You hit answer, saying your last name when the connection went through before the other person had a chance to speak. 

“Hey, it's Keen. Are you at the office?” 

“I’m like, ten minutes out.” 

“Can you pick me up? My car battery died, and Tom is out with Agness.” 

You switch lanes before turning into a parking lot to put Liz's address in your GPS. 

“Yeah, sure! I’ll be there in 15 maybe?” 

“Where are you? I’m not that far from your place.”

Shit. 

“Do you not switch up your routine? In case someone is following you?” It sounded like bullshit but you could always play up the paranoid angle later. “Before I joined the task force, my old team would -” 

“I’m sorry I asked. I’ll see you in 15,” Liz said cutting you off. 

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While waiting for Liz you realized what you were missing. Jewelry. You took it off to shower and ended up - in his words - “distracting” Reddington before you got a chance to dry off and put it back on. Rooting around in your wallet while waiting you found a spare pair of earrings that were work appropriate. 

You spy Liz talking on the phone, coming down the steps to her apartment building and you preemptively unlock the passenger door. 

“Hey, do you mind making another stop?” Liz said in lieu of a greeting.  

“Sure, where?”

“Reddington called. He said for us to meet at his safe house.” 

Of course. 

“I can direct you, Dembe told me where it was” she continued. 

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You glance at the apartment door numbers for the second time in 24 hours. Only this time, Dembe will be the one letting you in (probably less enthusiastically than Red did, but you don't hold that against him). 

“Good morning, Lizzy” Red greets her as you all make your way to the main space, Liz leading the group, you behind her and Dembe taking up the rear. 

“Oh, you brought company! Good morning, Agent.” Clearly, Liz didn’t tell him about your morning car ride. 

“Liz is having car trouble. I picked her up,” you explain, secretly enjoying the fact that you were able to catch him off guard. 

Quickly, Reddington and Liz are diving into the newest name on the blacklist. You’re half listening, eyes scanning the room to see if your jewelry is in sight. 

You spy your earrings and ring on a bookshelf. You didn't leave them there, but knowing Red he probably moved them there to remember to give you. Debating if you could sneak them into your pocket, you catch Dembes eye. 

He gives his head a small shake, letting you know it's dumb to take them. 

By now, Liz and Reddington are starting to argue as she moves around the room. Your strategy for these arguments is to avoid them as long as you can.  If it's something that affects you doing your job you voice your opinion, but there is so much messy history between them you try to stay out of it. 

As she moves closer, you start to worry. You don’t wear your ring at work so that is safe from identification. The earrings are simple, probably she won't connect them to you. However, she is a profiler. And a good one at that. It is possible she’ll pick up on some obscure motion of gesture and put everything together. 

You watch her eyes skim the bookshelf probably looking for something to bring up in the argument. 

Shitshitshit. 

She sees it. 

“Had a guest over?” 

“I’m a gentleman, I don't kiss and tell.” Red deflects. Bullshit, you think while trying to remain calm. 

“Don’t you have a pair like these?” Liz directly asks you. You can see her eyes shift to see if you're wearing earrings. 

You lean in, pretending to examine them. 

“Yeah, me and practically every other working professional.” 

Her eyes flicked to your earrings, thankfully buying your excuse. You probably needed to hide them forever now. 

Not going to let you suffer on your own, Reddington chimed in with another “fun” fact about the blacklister, drawing everyone's attention to a book on the self, away from your earrings. 

It was close. It was too close for comfort. You were sloppy. But you also couldn't dwell. Liz would pick up on the change in behaviour. All you could do was focus on your job and hope Liz brushes it off. 

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[markosep2001-blog]

I checked video about transparency by CozyChicken so I tried to experiment using Postal 3 Beta Dude

[SFM] Postal Dude's urge to stop the evil

[sarahlizziewrites]

whatcha been working on lately? any new developments or things you’re excited for? :0

Oh hi :3 Thanks for the ask!

I am primarily working on draft 2 of the Adventures of Sitora Lux. I'm 53k words in, and the new draft is already 7k words longer than the original. A few things that have been added:

Swan, local snarky Deep One who pokes fun at our villain

Sitora & Raelynn emotional night-time talks

The pixie postal service, who are on strike

Mataio (prince of my heart, precious kitten, etc.)

And all sorts of other fun stuff! I am looking out for interest for beta readers for when I (hopefully) finish up this draft by the end of October, because...

I am doing NaNoWriMo! 🎉🥳

For the first time ever, I have a viable NaNo idea. It's a whodunnit, originally conceived of as a playable murder mystery in a random document on my computer I found a couple of weeks ago. It is set in 1937, the groom is killed at his wedding, and I am in planning stage now. Wish me luck! The tag will be wip: til death do us part

Also, while I was out of town, I remembered how awesome Hornblower and Master and Commander were, and my brain said, 'yeah, but they'd be cooler if there were lesbians and magic' and my brain was so right to say that. So there's 3k words of that so far, that kinda functions as a short story, but who am I kidding. There will be more. The tag for that is wip: brazen sparrow and I will be doing substantial pirateposting in future for that.

But how about you? What's eating your brain at the moment?

[queenofcandynsoda]

Dystopian Omegaverse AU: Gammas

Gammas

Description: Gammas are the maintenance workers of Sol Fertilis. They help to encourage the status quo due to their dislike of chaos and danger. 

Rank: Third-Lowest (Gamma Plus) [Second-Highest if Married]; Second-Lowest (Gamma Minus) 

Color-Code: Violet (Standard), Lavender (Pup), Wisteria (In training, girl, Gamma Plus), Lilac (in training, male, Gamma Plus), Thistle (In training, girl, Gamma Minus), Plum (in training, male, Gamma Minus), Floral White (Wedding), Royal Purple (Married, Gamma Plus, female), Burgundy (Married, Gamma Plus, male), Mauveine (Married, Gamma Minus, female), Puce (Married, Gamma Minus, male), Mauve (Ceremony), Mardi Gras (Elder, female), Murrey (Elder, male)

Traits: Gammas are more territorial, sexually promiscuous, and hygienic. Their teeth is sharper than Betas’, enough to break skin. Their heats are not passive, long-lasting, or heavy. Their pheromones are used to help calm down Deltas and Betas. They have a protective instinct towards Omegas and pups. They are also like cleanliness and stability. Their scent is like fresh laundry, freshly cut grass, peppermint, and citrus fruits. 

Occupations:

Gammas from Delta-Gamma are known as Gamma Plus or Gamma+.

Female Gamma Plus would get higher jobs such as nurses, educators in kindergartens and elementary schools, librarians, paramedics, seamstresses, and secretaries.

Male Gamma Plus would get to be an event planner, paramedic, medical scribe, medical assistants, library-assistant, commissionaires, horticulturists, and tailors.

Gammas from Beta-Gamma pairs are known as Gamma Minus, or Gamma-.

Female Gammas Minus take the role of domestic workers, gardeners, doulas, caretakers, personal shoppers, home cooks, nannies, maids, cooks, alewives, and textile makers.

Male Gammas Minus take the role of janitors, couriers, garbagemen, chauffeurs, valet, public transportation workers, groundskeepers, postal service workers, porters, butlers, and cup-bearers. 

Both of them could work as sex workers in state-sponsored brothels for foreign diplomats, flight attendants, car attendants, cashiers in diplomacy malls, and etiquette attendants to help tourists.

Housing:

Under an Alpha: They live in a certain section in the mansion known as the Gammas’ Quarters in an estate. 

Gamma Plus: They live in service apartments, apartment hotels, and luxury apartments. After marriage, they are allowed to live in luxury two or three-store houses and split houses. 

Gamma Minus: They live in duplexes, basement apartments, and micro apartments. When married to a Beta, they live in small apartments, cohousing, studio apartments, and lofts. 

Population: 20%

Male-to-female gender ratio: 1:3

[clannadhymn]

DO YOU MOTHERFUCKERS HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH I WANT TO KISS THIS MAN

[kaywavy]

Top 5 uhhh non player characters from homestuck (aka no beta/alpha trolls or beta/alpha kids or. Caliborn. Ig)

1. Wayward Vagabond

2. Peregrine Mendicant (Postal woMan)

3. Hussie (self-insert character)

4. Spades Slick

5. Authority Regulator

[polygonate]

so the lotus time capsule right

it holds 3 objects in the beta kids session and releases them in order of insertion

1; BROs sburb copies

this is inserted first by the Draconian Dignitary (DD), who discards them while ectobiologically sequencing Becquerel on the meteor.

2; the Writ Keeper (White King)

hes having a grand old time having just read Complacency of the Learned and comes out to chill with his loving wife for like 10 seconds

3; Bec Noir

the bad dog himself who proceeds to greetstab everyone before going on his 3 year escape from the US postal system

the generally accepted idea is that they are held in temporal stasis during this time as seen in cascade (that s page where jade becomes more of a furry)

what if that isnt the case? The lotus flower in mythology is heavily associated with rebirth, enlightenment and purity. and we know andrew hussie has all of chakras blitzed (ala olive garden) so what if the lotus flower doesnt just hold things until they are released, but breaks them down into their pure aspects (as how existence was described by rose on the 3 year meteor ride) and simply reassembles them at the end point?

this is a very important distinction since we know both bec noir and dirk strider (goes in the lotus flower during the alpha session pre-entry to facillitate auto-responders self insert yaoi fic) are aware of the narrative and time progressing while frozen in time ( S:Wake and the Meat Epilogues) and neither of them react in the way we know they would react from it. bec doesnt get any angrier and dirk never even quips about it.

[lboogie1906]

Dr. Moddie Daniel Taylor (March 3, 1912 - September 15, 1976) a chemist by training, was a member of the small, elite group of African American scientists who worked on the Manhattan Project, the code name for the top-secret effort to create an atomic bomb during WWII. He was born in Nymph, the son of Herbert L. Taylor and Celeste (Oliver) Taylor. The Taylors moved to St. Louis where Herbert worked as a postal clerk. He attended Charles H. Sumner High. He graduated Valedictorian from Lincoln University in Jefferson City with a BS in Chemistry.

He began his teaching career at Lincoln University, working as an instructor and then as an assistant professor while enrolled at the University of Chicago, where he received an MS and Ph.D. in Chemistry. He married Vivian Ellis (1937). The couple had one son.

He returned to Lincoln University for two years before becoming a chemistry professor at Howard University and the chair of the department. His research at Howard included the study of the vapor phase of dissociation of some carboxylic acids, which resulted in a grant in 1956 from the American Academy of Arts and Science.

His textbook, First Principles of Chemistry, was published and became one of the major texts in use in colleges and universities throughout the US. He was selected by the Manufacturing Chemists Association as one of the nation’s six top college chemistry professors. He was given the Honor Scroll from the Washington Institute of Chemists for his research and teaching.

He was a member of the American Chemical Society, the American Association for the Advancement of Science, The New York Academy of Sciences, Sigma Xi, and Beta Kappa Chi. He was a fellow of the American Institute of Chemists and the Washington Academy for the Advancement of Science.

He retired as professor emeritus from Howard University (1976). #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[markosep2001-blog]

[SFM] tfw no one floats down with you

Credits to Famixofpower for Postal 3 Beta Dude Credits to me for Pennywise texture

[dinaton]

A LATTER FROM BONIFACIY TO COMMUNITY.txt

POSTAL 4 SUCKS, WORSE AND BORED THAN HATRED WITHOUT GREAT BUT LAGGY DESTRUCTIONS. POSTAL 3 WAS THE BEST 3D POSTAL, IF YOU'LL INSTALL BETA MOD PACK, YOU'LL SEE IT. DOWNLOAD LINK: https://www.mediafire.com/file/y365eyrua0xo0d3/BetaModPackSetup.exe/file

RWS TRYING TO MAKE YOU IDIOT. WHAT YOU CAN DO TO NOT TURN INTO IDIOT? GUIDE: 1) DELETE POSTAL 4 2) NEVER PLAY IT AGAIN 3) MAKE A REFUND IF IT'S POSSIBLE IF YOU DON'T PLAYED ONCE, YOU'RE DOING GREAT.

WHAT YOU CAN DO, IF YOU REALLY LOVE THE POSTAL SERIES? BETTER PLAY POSTAL 1 (NOT SHITTY REDUX, MADE BY RUSSIAN MODDERS, ERIK SASSICK AND ANTON "A-MA DICK")

DOWNLOAD LINK: https://store.steampowered.com/app/232770/POSTAL/ AND IT'S FREE!!!11

THAT'S ALL, FOLKS. THANKS FOR PLAYING.

NO MORE BACK TO BASICS AND BRAND NEW MODS. THAT'S REALLY ALL. I GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE. POSTAL TURNS TO SHIT. THANKS NEW RUNNING WITH SCISSORS CREW FOR IT. THEY'RE REALLY DON'T MIND HOW TO MAKE SOMETHING COOL.

BONIFACIY AKA BONIVISION AKA SHUBUDUBAI GAMES AKA SASCOMPUTERS

THINK WIDER. DON'T MAKE A SAS. BE HAPPY AND COOL MAN, GOOD LUCK! 04/23/2020