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2020.05.31 05:40 SmallBusinessOps UsedBusesForSale

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2022.10.07 23:25 skyfleeet Selling Mens Used Socks : Mens Used Socks For Sale

Selling Mens Used Socks

2019.12.10 13:16 bentbrook Backpackingstoves

Anything and everything about stoves for backpacking. Favorite stoves, Q&A's, boil times, efficiency, stoves paired with cook kits, fuels, etc. Please post only original content, and please post only backpacking stove-related content as described above. Cross posts or posts promoting products or channels may be removed. Thanks, and enjoy!

2023.06.10 06:34 anony2469 Is there a good website to see elo from all players including yourself + see last games and download games and stuff like that?

I used to use aoe2.net but it doesn't update... aoe nexus is the same thing... is there a good website for this?
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2023.06.10 06:34 evanle5ebvre My Outdoor Adventure Video & General Charging Kit - Waterproof - Durable - Solar Charged

My Outdoor Adventure Video & General Charging Kit - Waterproof - Durable - Solar Charged
Yeehaw! Here’s a breakdown of the equipment I’ve been using for the past couple months. At first I wasn’t sure how well it would do but after putting it to the test I really enjoy taking it out. I’d like to figuring out the charging times for “the system” and perhaps get some nice lights and a telephoto lens(any ideas for either?).
I’ve been recording with a Lumix S5 and a GoPro 9, they are the workhorses who live in this Outdoor Adventure Kit of mine. The case is a Pelican 1440 which also houses some camera accessories and my custom charging system. It uses a 20,000mah battery which can be charged via an outlet or the solar panel tucked in the Pelican lid. When it’s not being charged, it charges both my Lumix battery and two GoPro batteries. All of this is easily accessible but tucked away at the bottom of the case.
The final pieces to the kit are my Sirui Traveler 5c tripod and the Peak Design camera clip system, total game changers! I hope this helps some of you out there, reach out if you have any questions.
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2023.06.10 06:34 LordCheezus /r/BowlingGreen will go dark on June 12th in protest of Reddit's API changes that will kill 3rd party apps.

What is happening
There is a handy infographic you can see here

API Pricing Changes
Reddit recently announced major pricing changes to their API, which is the software interface that all major 3rd party applications and bots rely upon to function. These pricing changes are so extreme that all major apps will be forced to cease operating as they cannot bear the costs. As an example, the developer of Apollo revealed they would be forced to pay reddit upwards of $20 million USD/year just to continue operating under the new pricing scheme.
The consensus from the developers behind these apps is that reddit is trying to price them out of existence in order to force users to switch to the official reddit mobile app. Not only will they [the developers] be forced to pay ridiculous sums (which they cannot cover) to maintain access to the API, changes to the ToS also prohibit these apps from using ad revenue to offset the new costs.
In essence, if you use anything other then the official Reddit app on your phone, come July 1st you will almost certainly not be able to browse reddit.
NSFW & Mature Content
In addition to restricting API access behind a ludicrous pricing scheme, reddit is also planning on severely restricting 3rd party applications' access to NSFW/mature content. This will not only make the job of moderating NSFW communities significantly harder for humans, but also largely cripple 3rd party moderation bots that rely on being able to view NSFW content across multiple subreddits. Without the functions these bots provide, reddit is creating massive vulnerabilities in the areas of anti-spam and user safety.
As an example, some communities which focus on serving underage users may use 3rd party bots to automatically detect and remove accounts with a history of posting NSFW/mature content. Additionally there are other 3rd party bots that use comment history to proactively seek out and remove NSFW spam or even help detect and remove possible revenge porn or illegal underage content.

These changes may affect our community in both the short-term and the long-term.
Many users, including us among the mod team use a third party app as our daily driver. Come July 1st, some of these users may just end up leaving the community and no longer use Reddit. Our subreddit is only made possible by the contributions in the form of submitting clips and commenting their opinions. We value each and everyone who decides to participate in this community and seeing people leave because of these changes is not something we want to see.
As of today, many of the third-party clients have announced they will shut down on June 30th, 2023.
At the time of this writing,
And we are sure there will be more.
In addition to the killing of third-party clients, there are other tools that use reddit's API. The beloved browser extension RES has stated they don't foresee any changes to them in the short-term, source. But who's to say that this won't change in the future.
There is an another common browser extension, Toolbox. Many moderators, including members of our team, use toolbox in their moderating workflow. Like RES it appears that they won't be impacted with the upcoming API changes, source. But trust in Reddit's word has been eroded.
While the current API changes do still include a free tier and Reddit has claimed they will continue to allow moderators to build and deploy tools and bots to enhance their community. Many developers are skeptical of these words given the unreasonable nature of the current changes.
Today spez hosted an AMA you can find here. Many users continue to find their response here unsatisfactory.
There is also this amazing post by the AskHistorians mod team where they document all of reddit's promises over the past 8 years that they have not followed up on.
If you wish to still interact with the community, you can join our discord. This is where we will announce any further changes for the duration of the blackout.
TL;DR - This subreddit, along with thousands of others will be set to private on June 12th, 2023 to protest Reddit's announced API changes. For more information visit, ModCoord
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2023.06.10 06:34 Tehni Could we get RIF to implement a feature to allow users to use the free API code to continue using RIF? Or go open source and allow someone to modify it for this feature?

Even if it gets taken off Google play, I'd still download a modified RIF .apk to continue to use the app with a free version API code
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2023.06.10 06:34 mountaintop-stainer i don’t even know anymore guys do something with this

i don’t even know anymore guys do something with this
in a mono g deck i suppose, who cares
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2023.06.10 06:34 jesse30000 Do we really want cutting trees to be the new early game meta for run energy?

Now, I definitely think that early game accounts could use some help in the run energy department. However, I personally don’t think that making forestry rations and cutting a tree every 2 minutes should be the answer for this. For the ones that don’t know, they proposed forestry rations to generate 30 run energy per successful chop and they should be quite easy to make. What do you guys think of this?
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2023.06.10 06:34 flippenphil (OFFER) Trauma Center, the little mermaid, super troopers 2, yesterday, marauders, mr. holmes, scary stories, a thousand words, the dark tower, big hero 6, jungle cruise, strange world (REQUEST) Ambulance, the Menu, ISO on bottom / offers

MA = Movies Anywhere
GP = Googleplay
[?] = unknown definition
title = pending trade
If a title is no longer listed = It has been traded
TV Series Marked
Vudu Only
ITUNES Only MOVIES - No Port - Marked
CANADIAN CODES: GOOGLE PLAY / ITUNES MARKED I do not know any of these port
Titles I am looking for
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2023.06.10 06:34 GroundbreakingEar690 [OC][Art] Used AI for a Quick Set of Cards for a Home Brew Campaign


Wanted to provide this set of nine cards I threw together for our DND campaign. My players will be entering a city tomorrow and one of the shops is called: Curio Curiosity Shoppe.
I have the rest of the shops, encounters and everything mapped out. The players are level 1 and it felt like the deck of many things and some of the other decks that have been homebrewed and posted seemed a little too strong for the party this early on. Additionally, a majority of the players are new to DND. I wanted to make a small deck of cards that would allow them to ease into things like the deck of many things with out the overwhelming benefits/withdrawals early on. Feel free to use.

The Shop:

The Deck:

The Cards:

Draw a card and roll 1d4 for effect. Once a card is pulled or flipped the player may not receive that card again.
The Mother You feel a warm embrace:
The Lovers You have formed a life long bond:
The Pride You feel a strong sense of self worth and confidence:
The Fall You have a sinking feeling in your gut:
The Wizard Arcane power envelopes the room:
The Hunter The smell of pine and dirt fills the air. Coyotes howl in the distance while a cold breeze flows through your hair:
The Teacher: The smell of fresh books can be smelt:
The Warrior: A sense of honor and strength washes over you:
The Calamity:
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Image Generation: Stable Diffusion - Prompt: absurdres, best quality, ultra detailed, detailed background,(art nouveau:1.5), (zentangle:1.3),1girl,crimson
Negative prompt: SimpleNegative, (worst quality, low quality:1.4),[:(badhandv4:1.5):0.7] ,(bad-hands-5:1.2)
The image has the cards set on a standard paper size and should be roughly the size of standard playing cards. Hope this is helpful, happy adventures.
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2023.06.10 06:34 Critical_Oil_6001 I was curious about a local legend. Now, what was supposed to be a week-long trip might turn into my eternal nightmare.

I just hope that people see this post, that they might start spreading the news before it’s too late. Something big is coming, something ancient, something older than any of us could have ever imagined. It might be too late. I don’t know what will become of me, of the people I love that I might never see again, by the time you are reading this. But I implore you to listen and take this story seriously, because it could save your life. Or not. I don’t know yet how deep this goes. If it’s true, if what I think is true…God help us. Nothing can save us now.
I’ll start at the beginning, because you need to understand how long this has been happening, and the implications of what is possible now that it’s getting worse. Over winter break, I went to visit my friend from high school, Jackson, in Vermont. He goes to Bennington College, studies Social Sciences with a minor in Linguistics. Smart guy. He used to write my papers for me in English class, and I would pay him back in six packs. That’s always how it was: him, studious and put together, and me itching to get outside. I was constantly on the move, biking through the forests behind my house, trail-running, building a treehouse for my little brothers, you name it. I wanted to get my hands dirty, get into nature. I guess that’s why I opted out of college, and went for camp counselor positions and summer gigs until I secured a conservation job with a park near home. Nature is important to me, and I want to do my part as the generation that has a responsibility to heal the world.
The outside was what called me to Bennington, aside from the fact that I missed my best buddy. I don’t remember when it was first brought to my attention, but I became aware of murmurings of Bennington’s rocky past online about a few months before I was set to visit Jackson. Being an experienced outdoorsman, I wasn’t afraid; on the contrary, I was rather excited to get out there and prove my worth to Jackson and his college buddies, who were far less athletic than I am. Looking back, I’m kicking myself for being so cocky. I can’t believe I ever thought of my best friend in that way.
From what I could see on the internet, Bennington College’s history was a long and often sinister one. There were videos about people vanishing into thin air: a girl wearing a red parka went for a hike alone and was never found, an experienced man leading an outdoor expedition disappeared in the woods, a woman fell into a stream, doubled back to the campsite to change her clothes, but never made it to the site, a man on a bus disappeared from the vehicle at a stop but left all of his luggage, a teenage boy was waiting in his mother’s truck and when she came back, he was mysteriously gone…I wish I could say these stories deterred me from poking my head somewhere where it didn’t belong.
Instead, I only grew more curious. What was going on in this so-called “Bennington Triangle?” I was in a unique position to investigate this phenomenon for myself. Many people hear about strange occurrences and the intrigue piques their interest, but they never have the chance to see it for themselves. But I could. I knew I could hold my own out in the wilderness—it was literally my job! Besides, I was a strong, slightly stubborn young man, built steadily, and I could protect myself well. What could possibly happen to me out in those woods, much less to a group of young college-aged men? The people who went missing most likely made one fatal mistake that cost them their lives, or maybe it was all just a big coincidence. Either way, I was about to find out for myself.
It was halfway through December when I left to meet up with Jackson. I got there on the last day of classes, and Jackson told me he would be busy until later in the day. I assumed he was cramming for a final, and I told him it was no big deal, I would meet up with him and maybe meet some of his buddies later. Besides, I had some plans of my own.
The most famous missing persons case in Bennington went cold, and is still unsolved to this day. The case is a tragic one, and I didn’t want to be insensitive by going around asking for information or throwing around names. Everything I needed, I found online. Paula Welden was the name of the girl in the red parka that went missing. Allegedly, she left campus one day to go on a hike by herself. She left the campus around 3pm and hitchhiked to an entrance to the Long Trail, a trail that runs for almost 300 miles from Massachusetts all the way to the Canadian Border. She wasn’t dressed to be outside for long, but as the story goes, she never made it back from the trail.
There was one sighting of her, however, that particularly interested me. A man reported that he had seen her running around, rather erratically, in the bottom of a gravel pit near the entrance to campus, and I wanted to see if there was anything left of the pit. Because I’m experienced with many different kinds of natural phenomena, I initially wondered if there wasn’t a natural explanation for her distressed behavior. I thought maybe there might be an insect nest or an infestation of small animals at the bottom of the pit that she might have disturbed, so I decided to check it out in my free time.
After the RA checked me in and I tossed my luggage into Jackson’s dorm, I packed a small backpack with essentials: water, sunscreen, energy bars, mini first aid kit, some rope, a utility tool, a flashlight, and a lightweight jacket. Then I headed out towards the pit.
The first thing I noticed was how much smaller the pit seemed. According to the eyewitness description of the incident, Paula was running up and down the side of a deep gravel pit, but what lay in front of me now was something much more shallow. I walked down into the center of what was left of the pit, but I could easily see over the edges. The small, dark fragments of rock crunched and ground together under my hiking boots, and the slowly sinking midday sun bounced off of the remnants of white snow around me. It was an unusually sunny day for winter, and the snow was, curiously, letting up for my visit. But the good luck for me ran out here—there seemed to be nothing to investigate at this location. My hopes of finding any evidence of insect or pest infestation that could have disturbed the girl were dashed, maybe buried several feet underground.
I lingered awhile, kicking at the bits of gravel in the small pit. I watched the small rocks scatter over the rest of the gravel, hitting up against the edge of the pit and rolling back down a few inches. I turned to go, but stopped. Maybe it was a trick of my eye, the sun reflecting harshly off of the snow and glinting in my sunglasses, causing me to not see clearly. I walked to the edge of the pit and kicked some more gravel at the side. The small rocks skipped across the uneven surface of the gravel pile, and scattered up the edge of the pit, farther than gravity should allow them to travel. I kicked more, and it happened again. My heart started beating faster.
I crouched down and picked up a small stone. I rolled it gently across the gravel, softly enough that it started to slow when it reached the incline of the side of the pit. I watched, astounded, as the rock slowly rolled uphill about a foot before coming to a stop. I gave a shout of excitement and jumped to my feet.
As I stood up straight I nearly fell back down. In an instant, my hearing seemed to go and I felt an overwhelming sense of claustrophobia. I spun around, thinking someone must be behind me, messing with me, but the sensation of closeness stayed pressing at my back. I spun around again, searching for an explanation. My head was fuzzy. I heard my footsteps, overwhelmingly loud, and I couldn’t hear anything else, almost as if my range of hearing was limited to my immediate surroundings. Like I was trapped in the pit. As soon as those words flashed through my head, the claustrophobia overwhelmed me, pushing up against the very air around my body. The silence built up inside my ears until all I could hear was my muffled footsteps, my desperate breathing, and the blood rushing faster and faster through my body.
I lunged for the edge, clambering up the side as fast as I could. Instantly upon passing over the edge the sounds of the late afternoon bore down on my ears. I stumbled and covered my ears, the chirping of the birds and rustling leaves almost too loud for me to bear.
It’s not that I was scared. Obviously, I was a little shaken up. As I hastened back towards Jackson’s dorm, I tried to rationalize what had just happened to me. Maybe I hadn’t drank enough water and I simply became dizzy. Maybe it was altitude sickness. Maybe a strange bug had bitten me and I temporarily lost my bearings. Nothing quite made sense. I tried to push it from my mind and focus on having a good first day, because soon I would be meeting Jackson’s college buddies.
When I got back to the dorm, Jackson was waiting for me. Fresh from the shower, his hair was damp and he was putting on a clean t-shirt. Pulling me into a hug, he expressed his excitement over my visit, asked me about my flight, what I thought about the campus—all the preliminary niceties. Internally, I breathed a sigh of relief. Even if he noticed, he didn’t pry and try to ask me about my slightly shaking hands, my pale face, or the vague disconnectedness with which I answered his questions.
That night eased my worries slightly. I ended up meeting Jackson’s group of friends and, together, we ventured into downtown Bennington. We hit a few bars and chilled at some of the many breweries in town. Live music, good company, and many, many beers did wonders on my nerves. By the end of the night, I had completely forgotten all about my encounter in the gravel pit. Jackson’s friends were nice guys, and I was too busy feeling proud about my best friend coming out of his shell in college. When he left, I had my doubts, but it was crystal clear that Jackson was really coming into himself at this school.
The festivities continued for the next few days: the guys were stoked to be done with their final exams and excited to connect with Jackson’s old friend, so we spent our time drinking and hanging out, bumping music and generally having a blast. It was almost enough for me to forget about one of the very reasons I was excited to be in Bennington in the first place.
It’s been a few days since that incident. I had even almost started to feel better about the whole thing. Maybe it was a mistake to poke around in old history, and maybe I should just focus on living my own life and fulfilling my own passions, working to heal nature as best as I can. But now Jackson and his friends want to go on a hike, and I’m starting to feel that same claustrophobia creeping back in. What the hell is out there, and why do I feel like I shouldn’t be messing with it?
Jackson chose the hike, not me. It was like him; he was the researcher, he was the one who looked at details, so he suggested we hike on the Long Trail. It intersected with the Appalachian Trail, and maybe I wasn’t paying attention when Jackson explained this to me, because it didn’t raise any alarms about the missing persons cases. Paula Welden went missing on the Long Trail, sure—but she wasn’t with a group of capable college guys like I was.
We packed some backpacks, crushed a beer or two for celebratory sakes, and set off on the trail. I let myself feel excited as we stomped through the trees, Jackson and his friends decked out in their matching red Bennington shirts from graduation. The hike was long. It was tedious. I don’t know when I first started noticing the weird aspects around us until about an hour in. The others didn’t pay any mind to these things, but I saw them: leaves drifting in the air with no breeze, snowflakes trapped in patches of sunlight, floating but unmoving, and that tree. It was a towering douglas fir, half-dead and reaching for the afternoon sun with bare branches. Each time I looked over my shoulder to check for hikers behind us or glanced ahead to see what awaited us, it was there. At first I assumed my eyes were playing tricks on me. After all, we had been hiking for a few hours.
Only when we stopped for a breather and Jackson pointed at a nearby stream did the weird things become too much for me. We were hiking on an incline, and we were exhausted, but when Jackson knelt beside this stream, it was flowing uphill. By then I was a little panicked. I freaked out, telling them that we needed to head back. Who cares if we hadn’t reached the halfway point yet? Was there even a halfway point? It felt like we had been walking for miles!
One of Jackson’s buddies opened up a map of the trail on his phone, and it was blank. He had service and bars, but the map was just…gone. Shocked with sudden fear, we immediately turned and headed back down the path. The sky darkened within minutes of us retracing our steps. Somehow, night was falling, despite us beginning the hike only a few hours prior. I tried to point it out, pulling Jackson aside when we slowed our pace to pass around a bottle of water. But Jackson was terrified and unfocused, and when I asked him what was wrong, we realized that one member of our five-person group was missing. How had we not noticed?
So, we made a U-turn and headed back up the mountain. Twenty minutes later, we found his torn university shirt. I turned the red fabric over in my hands, panicked and bewildered. When I looked up to scan our surroundings, I saw that same Douglas fir directly to my left. I was shocked, and the rest of the group must have noticed. We looked at each other and saw the panic rising on our faces. What the hell was happening?
I only had one goal at this point: we had to get down the mountain to call for help.
We decided to do our best to follow the trail on the way we came up, but only once daylight broke; it was difficult to make out the trail in the dark cover of the night, so I insisted it would be too dangerous. Someone could fall and get seriously injured, we could all get separated in the dark, or worse. So we did our best to hunker down and build a makeshift shelter to wait out the night, but it wasn’t easy. I can only describe the sounds we heard as otherworldly. Despite the lack of animals in the woods, nature seemed to be alive around us. The clicking of bugs kept me wide awake, but the noises were louder and deeper than I had ever heard. The baying of giant wolves, so close I imagined them coming up directly behind us. The snuffling of something in the underbrush, but from a cavernous creature larger than any moose could ever be.
Where had these animals been in the daytime? Why did it feel like they were surrounding us now?
I don’t know how I ever fell asleep, but when I awoke in the morning, the sun was beating down on us. From the sheen of sweat on my forehead to the dreadful pit in my stomach, I could tell something was horribly wrong.
When I scrambled to my feet and glanced around the area, I realized that only Jackson and I remained at our site. It was us, the clothes on our backs, and the demure amount of leftover supplies in our pockets: keys, gum wrappers, half-eaten power bars, and anything else that was ultimately unhelpful. We had been stranded on the forest floor, us against nature, as if something had swooped in from above and whisked Jackson’s friends under the pitch-black cover of the night.
I frantically took in our surroundings, peering into the bushes and pushing through thorny shrubbery. There were no tracks, no drag marks. Not even broken branches. I told Jackson we had to get out of there, and fast. I knew we needed to find the closest trailhead and book it down the mountain. Jackson ran so fast he nearly chipped a tooth on a steep hill. He was trying to keep up with me since I was faster by a long shot. All that sports stuff in high school paid off in the moment, so I almost felt bad leaving him in the dust. I called back over my shoulder to him every minute or so, making sure he was there.
He stuck with me for the most part. His t-shirt got torn by overhanging branches at one point, leaving a nasty scrape almost as red as the decimated fabric. I found myself struggling to remember if he was wearing that shirt to begin with, back when we started.
Then I decided I was losing it. It was like a fight against nature, Jackson and me against the blaring sun and sloping trail. Eventually, Jackson starts glaring menacingly at the passing scenery, cursing loudly and deliriously at everything surrounding us.
When we stumbled upon a trail marker, we barely had enough energy to celebrate. While we caught our breath, I tried to calm Jackson down. Something told me that cursing out Mother Nature wasn’t the best idea right now. Whatever was sicking the elements on us wouldn’t appreciate the nasty things he was saying about them. But he was terrified, and nothing I said could slap any reason into him. I had to lead us to safety, get us out of here.
Suddenly, I heard a sound in the distance. But unlike everything else we had heard so far, this one was man made. Jackson heard it too, and started yelling about a helicopter. He made a break off to the left, towards the sound, and I bolted after him. Somehow, he burst out into a tiny clearing.
Ripping off his red Bennington shirt, he started calling out and waving it in the air like a rescue flag. He jumped and shouted, but as the helicopter got closer, the unbelievable happened. The clearing started shrinking, tree branches reaching from either side to close the gap and obscure us from the view of the pilot. Jackson screamed in fury, cursing the forest like never before.
Then the chopper must have been lowering down towards the treelike because the wind picked up, blowing in circles around us like the blades were inches from our heads, faster and faster, more violent by the second.
The brush beneath our feet blew up in the air along with the topsoil and dead leaves, obscuring our vision. We could hear each other gasping for breath, trying to keep the debris out of our eyes and coughing. I flung my arms out into the space around me, calling for my best friend and reaching out for his hands. But then I felt something shift. The decaying leaves around me smelled stronger. The wind became more vicious. The earth trembled beneath my feet, and I thought I felt something looming above me, breathing down my neck but also looking straight into my unseeing eyes.
Then it clicked. Jackson's red shirt, the gravel pit, Paula's erratic behavior, the other missing hikers...something was picking these people off, luring them deeper into the woods where they were sure to never be seen again. Did the color red cause whatever it was to literally see red, like a sick, twisted joke? Like a giant bull in front of a matador? What kind of creature could it be? Such a stealthy hunter, a commanding presence that made man tremble at the sensation of its mere aura...I couldn't even think about it without snapping my mind.
Before the flurry of leaves and moist earth settled back onto the ground, I knew Jackson was gone. I knew the chopper hadn’t seen us and that I was on my own now. I tried not to panic as I felt like every hidden eye in the forest was staring me down, sizing me up. I took off blindly, but where to, I didn’t know. After what seemed like hours of desperately sprinting, I saw a pile of rocks in the distance. Shelter, I thought, and decided to rest there for a minute to get my wits back about me.
Then I had an idea. With what little juice I had in my phone and whatever cell service luck would afford me, I knew I had to send out a warning. For some reason, I didn’t think about myself. I didn’t think about dying, disappearing, or whatever had happened to my friends. If the nature around me would be the thing to end my life, so be it. I had decided to dedicate my life to nature long ago: to save it from my fellow man, to preserve its beauty, and to keep it out of the wrong hands, the people that wanted to use its power for evil and to bring about the harm of those around them. I know it sounds ridiculous to be thinking about when my life was at stake, but I knew it was what I needed to do.
From my makeshift hiding spot in the rocks, I began furiously typing my story with what little battery I had left on my phone. When my hands started cramping, I used the voice option. I didn’t care. I just had to get my story out there.
For an hour , I’d been trying to put it all down in words. I couldn't believe my luck, that my battery hadn’t run out yet.
I had almost gone to the end when I felt the same creeping silence begin to close in on me. It was as if the forest was falling silent around me, and that silence was racing in on all sides, but it was different from when I was in the gravel pit. There was more to the sensation this time, not just the sinking, breathless feeling and the loss of hearing.
Somewhere deep within the forest, but at the same time, only miles away, I heard an awful rumbling sound, something I’ve never heard before. Nothing like the helicopter, not even the giant animals I was convinced I had heard in the night. I can't even think of a word to describe it, but it filled me with a frantic kind of dread that I’ve never felt before. I feel it in the ground. My entire body wants to run as fast as I can, but it’s like I’m glued to the ground. I taste metal in my mouth like maybe I bit my cheek or the dirt from the wind or I bit on a rock, I spit and I can’t get it out. I’m going to open an app and copy and paste it so people can know while I still can type I’m shaking so hard they have to know.
And the smell I’m smelling it’s like fruit that’s gone ripe, but it keeps getting more ripe, a sickly sweetness that keeps building mixed with the smell of the richest earth imaginable.
This is happening now, I’m smelling this now and It’s it’s like I’m trapped under the shadow of some thing bigger something that’s taking the shadow away from the trees and I can’t see the shadow of the trees anymore and the ground around me is trembling. It’s like I can hear the trees calling out to whatever it is, that’s walking towards me or flying I can’t tell, everything is stretching and growing out towards me. No behind me above me something is coming. I’m I feel better right I feel better than I have in days or however long I’ve been out here I’m not thirsty anymore. I’m not hungry anymore. I feel fuller stronger smarter. My mind is overloading. I’m thinking of 1 million things like I don’t know if I can speak anymore it’s like, it’s like I’m fruit like I’m a ripening on the vine and this giant wings beating above me and the smell is too much I
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2023.06.10 06:34 AutoModerator [Genkicourses.site] ✔️Mike Mancini – Ads Agency Unlocked ✔️ Full Course Download

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2023.06.10 06:34 AutoModerator [Genkicourses.site] ✔️ Todd Brown – Your Winning Offer ✔️ Full Course Download

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2023.06.10 06:34 Jimmy-Pesto-Jr armor-all spray & wipes on model 3 black interior - is it legit, and is it safe/good for the car?

do armor-all spray & armor-all wipes actually work in terms of protecting the interior?
or is it bad, or more bad than good for the materials? (such as bamboo/wood, the "vegan" faux leather)
or is it a waste of money/gimmick that don't do anything to preserve the interior?
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2023.06.10 06:33 Dumi2e Victoria 2 mods causing crashes

just wondering if anyones had this issue before, on my new computer, victoria 2 crashes at various points on basically every single mod.
for GFM, HPM and TOL, i will get crashes when i load into the main menu, or when i load a save, or after a week or month of in game time. often when in game, it will crash when i open a menu or a tab of a menu.
DOD (HPM version) works fine. vanilla also works fine. i have had this problem for a month, new versions of GFM have come out which i have tried and all have produced the same issues.
ive tried fresh installs, triple checking my installations, everything.
it works absolutely fine on my other computer and my laptop, but my new computer performs far better and is in my room, so id prefer to be using it.
no idea whats happened, i dont see this getting solved because crash logs come up empty, theres nothing outwardly wrong. i dont know what to do, id guess it could be software related, something i had on my old pc/laptop that i dont have on my new computer, but i have no idea what it would be.
no other game on my pc has this problem.
hopefully i can find a fix
i can provide my pc specs if thats relevant. ill edit the post later if people are curious.
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2023.06.10 06:33 gyman122 r/Succlefist is participating in the REDDIT BLACKOUT

A recent Reddit policy change threatens to kill many beloved third-party mobile apps, making a great many quality-of-life features not seen in the official mobile app permanently inaccessible to users.
On May 31, 2023, Reddit announced they were raising the price to make calls to their API from being free to a level that will kill every third party app on Reddit, from Apollo to Reddit is Fun to Narwhal to BaconReader.
Even if you're not a mobile user and don't use any of those apps, this is a step toward killing other ways of customizing Reddit, such as Reddit Enhancement Suite or the use of the old.reddit.com desktop interface .
This isn't only a problem on the user level: many subreddit moderators depend on tools only available outside the official app to keep their communities on-topic and spam-free.
We’re calling a timeout. Starting June 12, Succlefist is planning to go dark for 48 hours, joining a Reddit-wide protest against the recent API access fees that threaten to cancel our stream. Like Trucker Trinny going dark on Twitch, Reddit’s new policy snatches the joy from many fans’ hands. Like the infamous “Succlefist Drought of 2021-2023”, Reddit’s new policy has many of us scratching our heads and shouting at our screens.
What can YOU do?
  1. Complain. Message the mods of /reddit.com, who are the admins of the site, message reddit, submit a support request, comment in relevant threads on /reddit, such as this one, leave a negative review on their official iOS or Android app- and sign your username in support to this post.
  2. Spread the word. Meme it up, make it spicy. Complain about this instead of Trucker Trinny’s abysmal Dead by Daylight choices to your SO. Suggest anyone you know who moderates a subreddit join us at our sister sub at /ModCoord - but please don't pester mods you don't know by simply spamming their modmail.
  3. Boycott and spread the word...to Reddit's competition! Stay off Reddit entirely on June 12th through the 13th- instead, take to your favorite non-Reddit platform of choice and make some noise in support!
  4. Don't be a turd. Follow site/sub rules. That means no threats and keep it civil. Don't make it worse by getting banned for harassing mods or admins.
We’ll be back faster than a Succlefist streaming drought. Hang tough, team.
- The Mod Team at Succlefist
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2023.06.10 06:33 Diligent-Produce4363 Username for hirevue?

I received the pre interview information but don’t know my username, before I call IT will the username be the username we used to apply for the application? I used it but it’s not working unfortunately.
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2023.06.10 06:33 EfficientJudgment744 [Looking for] 1 more Roommate for 3bd/3ba in Astoria

Hi everyone! My friend & I are looking for a 3rd roommate who can move in on August 1st . The third room available is the 10’- 2’ x 13’- 1’ master bedroom with your own private bathroom. The rent is $1,824.65 for that room. The building has:
⁃ a resident’s lounge that opens to a landscaped terrace ⁃ a rooftop featuring grills ⁃ a fitness center ⁃ virtual doorman ⁃ Wifi in all common spaces ⁃ a package room ⁃ bicycle storage ⁃ indoor parking ⁃ large storage units ⁃ Elevator ⁃ Pets allowed ⁃ Location- Astoria 
The apartment has:
⁃ 9’ ceilings ⁃ Samsung multi-zone heating/cooling ⁃ washer & dryer in unit ⁃ triple-paned windows w/ tilt capability ⁃ beautiful kitchen with GE stove and refrigerator & Samsung microwave, The bathrooms has a 24" vanity & LED mirror 
Please feel free to ask us any questions about the rent, building, & apartment in general.
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2023.06.10 06:33 Scary_Row_4367 Is Dorothy/Rei bug in PvP fixed yet?

I already stopped doing pvp special arena for some time because all my opponent above me all have/using dorothy (bug) so i can't attack them. Now i'm just curious whether its already been fixed or not.
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2023.06.10 06:33 Suspicious_Bridge_ Tough break

Started a car manufacturer business that quickly went bankrupt so I sold all my investments and opened a lingerie store. It was going well until I was “falsely accused of murder” and given a death sentence after being found guilty despite using the best lawyer available. I managed to appeal it and get released but I could only sue for 100,000 in damages. Surely being wrongfully convicted, sentenced to death, and having your 20 million dollar business liquidated should account for more then a meager 100,000. Oh well.. :(
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2023.06.10 06:33 aeemmmoor Student/teacher blackmail?

I’m looking for a webtoon I read a while back — it was in black and white or very desaturated color, and took place in a modern/realistic setting.
It was bl, about a man who was in love with his older mentoteacher, but knew his feelings would not be requited because the mentor had a wife and family. Years later, now a professor in his own right, the son of the man he was in love with is a student in his class. The son reveals that he knows the man was in love with his father, and uses this information to blackmail him into a romantic relationship.
Any help appreciated!!!
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2023.06.10 06:33 AutoModerator [Genkicourses.site] ✔️Brett Kitchen & Ethan Kap – P2 Virtual Selling Accelerator ✔️ Full Course Download

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What You Get: MODULE 1: The Presuppositional Playbook Psychology The most fundamental difference in face to face, vs virtual selling is the absolute need to have the prospect be pushing for the sale. They must be the one driving for the solution. They have to want it more than you do. They have to be more engaged in the process than they are face to face. When you sell virtually the more you talk, the worse your close rates will be. When you are sitting with a prospect together, it’s easy to have the momentum of the meeting and the relationship you’ve developed together carry the sale to the finish line. This does not happen virtually. There is a distance, a void between you and the prospect that is easy for them to take your information and disappear, taking it to another advisor they know better. Presuppositional Selling does two important things. First, it structures the sales interaction in such a way that the prospect discovers intrisically the problems, pains, gains, and desire for a solution. One of the most powerful ways P2 selling works is helping the prospect see what they have not seen before. It changes context. It changes the frame. The Crucial 1st Appointment The first appointment in the leverage point that determines the success or failure of your entire sales process. Do a poor first appointment by talking too much, or ‘spilling your candy in the lobby’ and you’re doomed. Prospects won’t show up on the next call, and they will be lost and gone forever. There is an art and a science to doing the first appointment effectively and you’ll see exactly how to do it right. It starts with our 13 steps first appointment playbook. In this playbook you’ll get:
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2023.06.10 06:33 No_Association69420 Print failure after shaking resin

Hi everyone,
I am new to resin printing and I made the noob mistake of not shaking my resin before printing. I did a few prints and got ok results. Today, since the resin had been sitting in the vat for a while, decided to empty the vat back into the bottle, give everything a clean and set the printer back up. I leveled and tried to print but I got nothing stuck to the FEP or the build plate. I tested the screen and it is working ok. Could placing the now shaken resin into the printer have caused this failure? Will I have to change my settings to accommodate for the shaken resin? I am using siraya tech blu emerald on a anycubic photon mono 4k.
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2023.06.10 06:33 Dramatic-Box-1989 Im stuck between sports and dont know what to do

I wanted to play sport so last year I picked up basketball. I joined a class. i was 14.I became OBSESSED. In just the few months I was there I was one of the fastest progressing players there. I was being put in matches above my age group. I would wake up at 4 to either run a 10k or to practice my handles. I lost a ton of fat and was getting stronger. The official competition is once a year in September. I played so much I got sick multiple times. In one weekend I ran 50k. At the academy I had a rep to be the “quiet one” . I had no interest in making freinds and would try to have the least social interaction as possible. Many people tried to befriend me but I alienated myself. I would come early to class and work on harder and harder drills. Once I came an hour early in the blistering Sun and worked so hard I passed out. By the time September rolled around I realized somthing very annoying. There were 2 main categories under 14 and under 17. If I could get in under 14 I was the best player. But under 17 had players playing since they were 4. Because of my birthday if I had been born a month later I’d be in under 14. So I didn’t make the team I told myself I’m litterely the youngest in this category and I’d work till next year to be the best.
Things went ok till January One of the seniors talked to the coach and made a Plan that every kid shall be assigned a senior as like a sub coach of sorts. I got the best player. Although it was never clearly stated I got the feeling that I was placed with the most devoted kids. There were 4 of us. The guys whose wing i was under was tall, muscular and i had always looked up to him .Me being garbage, played the worst I have ever as a first impression. He always seemed like a goofy lighthearted person but in training he allowed no mistakes. He yelled at me multiple times. The more I tried not to mess up the worse I played. I did trash in even the easiest drills. When there was a 3 person drill he asked me to sit out and made a kid younger than me do it. I felt like crying. I went home and did cry in the shower for a long time. Then I didn’t go for 4 days because I was scared. When I finally mustered courage he treated my like an outcast. The one thing he hated more than a bad player was one who didn’t take this seriously. I did nothing that whole day, and never went back.
My parents had been trying to convince me not to go in February or March as we had to travel in February and I had exams in March. My grades had be so and so and I was so afraid to go back that I agreed. after exams i was even more afraid to go because i hadnt been for 2 months. my dad pursued me to take up tennis becuase it wasnt a team sport and in all my games i had always been in the extras. he also plays tennis so he would have someone to play with .I gave myself a fresh start, and i hated it. tennis just wasnt for me. i was placed with a group of 5 year olds and even though the coaches were very supported i just didnt enjoy it. after going for a month i just said i wont go anymore. my dad and i had a few arguements and there was a kind of silent hostility, becuase i wasnt going. eventually he told me i was just a lazy person who doesnt want to work hard and is using basketball to escape tennis and soon i will quit basketball too. now, this infuriated me beyond words. i had worked to be the opposite of that person. i used to to sneak out at 4 to work hard. i remember once a visiting coaches had announced to my age group that they should be like me (because he had seen me come early, stayed focused the whole time and not spoke to anyone). after a while he was convinced i won and he reluctantly agreed. this whole time i had been fighting to go to basketball, but i couldnt because i would have been gone for about 5 months now.
so for the past month, ive been sitting at home. ive quit running, gotten out of shape. i really have been thinking of going back to the academy, but just to return as the fat slob who quit for 6 months and returned around tournament season. it would basically look like i have no dedication to actually play the game consistently but just grab a quick trophy. even if i stay dedicated i wont make the team with just 3 months of practice. so either i quit sports alltogther, I somehow go back to the academy, tell the coach why i left and work up from scratch, or i take up tennis or another sport. all the paths seem terrible and ive come here as a last resort.
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