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2008.10.28 06:24 Piano

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2011.07.25 05:42 atillathehunniee Piano Sheet Music: a place to share sheet music

A subreddit for those looking to find sheet music for piano and for those who have composed covers or (piano) pieces that they are willing to share via sheet music
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2008.05.11 04:24 Classical Music

Whether you're a musician, a newbie, a composer or a listener, welcome. Please turn off your phone, and applaud between threads, not individual posts.
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2023.06.10 20:14 PianoDaddy Is There Someone Else? Piano Notes The Weeknd

Is There Someone Else? Piano Notes The Weeknd Available On Piano Daddy.

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2023.06.10 19:56 HopefulSwordfish93 Advice on purchasing keyboard

Hello, I am a piano player looking to start playing music with some friends with a keyboard.
Does anyone have suggestions on a reasonably priced and reasonable quality keyboard to purchase? Built in amp + option of using stage amp is probably ideal but I'm not sure how realistic this is.
I saw this on craigslist, but have no idea whether this is a reasonable deal: https://sfbay.craigslist.org/eby/msg/d/alameda-yamaha-pf-p100-professional/7630624551.html
TLDR: There's too many options out there, I'm new to this, and I'm not sure what a good deal on a reasonable keyboard is! Halp!
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2023.06.10 19:33 xXAdventXx Advent's Amazing Advice: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle, A Mini-Campaign fully prepped and ready to go! Part 1 Dragon's Rest

Welcome back to Advent's Amazing Advice! The series where I take popular One-Shots, Adventures, Campaigns, etc. and fully prep them for both New and Busy DMs. This prep includes music, ambiance, encounter sheets, handouts, battle maps, tweaks, and more so you can run the best sessions possible with the least stress possible!
It's finally time for our next Fully Prepped Mini-Campaign/Adventure; Dragons of Stormwreck Isle, A level 1-3 Adventure that's sure to make waves! This is the most recent Starter Set and successor to The Lost Mine of Phandelver released by WoTC. In it, your players will sail to the titular Stormwreck Isle, an island shaped by an age of conflict between Chromatic and Metallic Dragons. They'll be able to befriend kobolds, explore fungal grottos, fight those twisted by Orcus, and perhaps save the very island itself!
Have your players create their own characters or jump right in using the Pre-Gens that are built with backstories integrated into the plot!
If you've used my previous notes you'll know that I take Adventures such as these and do all the difficult and time-consuming book-to-session conversions so you don't have to! I do my best to include Ambiance for every scene, custom battle maps, handouts when needed, spell sheets, encounter sheets, and more!
This may all sound familiar, but seeing as this is a Starter Set, I think it's important to reiterate:
Without further ado:
Included in The AAA Collection is:
*Important Errata for Pre-Gens
Index & FAQ:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle:
Other Fully Prepped One-Shots, Adventures, and More:
As always, If you see something you think I can improve, add, change, etc. please let me know. I want this to be an amazing resource for all DMs and plan to keep it constantly updated! If you'd like to support me, shape future releases, and get content early feel free to check out my Patreon!
Cheers, Advent
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2023.06.10 19:31 xXAdventXx Advent's Amazing Advice: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle, A Mini-Campaign fully prepped and ready to go! Part 1 Dragon's Rest

Welcome back to Advent's Amazing Advice! The series where I take popular One-Shots, Adventures, Campaigns, etc. and fully prep them for both New and Busy DMs. This prep includes music, ambiance, encounter sheets, handouts, battle maps, tweaks, and more so you can run the best sessions possible with the least stress possible!
It's finally time for our next Fully Prepped Mini-Campaign/Adventure; Dragons of Stormwreck Isle, A level 1-3 Adventure that's sure to make waves! This is the most recent Starter Set and successor to The Lost Mine of Phandelver released by WoTC. In it, your players will sail to the titular Stormwreck Isle, an island shaped by an age of conflict between Chromatic and Metallic Dragons. They'll be able to befriend kobolds, explore fungal grottos, fight those twisted by Orcus, and perhaps save the very island itself!
Have your players create their own characters or jump right in using the Pre-Gens that are built with backstories integrated into the plot!
If you've used my previous notes you'll know that I take Adventures such as these and do all the difficult and time-consuming book-to-session conversions so you don't have to! I do my best to include Ambiance for every scene, custom battle maps, handouts when needed, spell sheets, encounter sheets, and more!
This may all sound familiar, but seeing as this is a Starter Set, I think it's important to reiterate:
Without further ado:
Included in The AAA Collection is:
*Important Errata for Pre-Gens
Index & FAQ:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle:
Other Fully Prepped One-Shots, Adventures, and More:
As always, If you see something you think I can improve, add, change, etc. please let me know. I want this to be an amazing resource for all DMs and plan to keep it constantly updated! If you'd like to support me, shape future releases, and get content early feel free to check out my Patreon!
Cheers, Advent
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2023.06.10 19:26 PitifulKaley She be gettin that D sharp

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2023.06.10 19:15 Vijay_Aravindh The Window of Opportunities, It’s a rom-com pitch I wrote for my close friend’s indie film. Looking for some feedback and alternative titles.

The Window of Opportunities
Time has really moved at a break-neck speed, it's already been 2.5 years since I was made the Assistant Branch Manager of the SBI branch, Ambattur. I am probably two quarters away from becoming the Branch manager. I did an exceptional performance last quarter and had the best loan management throughput in southern India. I donned the youngest employee of the branch, but my older colleagues, who usually are my sub-ordinates, respected me and maintain a good rapport. All though everything seems great, the monotony was slowly creeping in. Sometimes I feel nothing new or interesting ever happens here.
***
It was such a usual boring Monday when something changed forever. Hema, a new clerk had joined our branch. I don’t hold the youngest employee tag anymore but happy to pass it to her. She was allocated a table facing my cabin entrance window. She seems a bit nervous, as it was her first day at this office. The peon and later the cashier had given her the office tour, and after meeting the BM, she entered my cabin. She wore a cotton yellow chudithaar with an umbrella cut, a simple black sandal, silvery earrings, and neatly braided hair with few strands floating over her forehead. She was really tense and her voice was feeble when she introduced herself. Hemamalini Manimaaran, that was her name. Maybe I will ask her out for a coffee someday.
***
It's been 4 months since Hema joined the branch. I haven’t asked her out for a coffee yet, but I have made steady progress toward asking her out. In these months, I haven’t had any chance to talk something other than office work. We do exchange occasional Hi-byes and daily greetings. Today, she is wearing a cool-blue cotton chudithar, with a white shawl. Her hair was neatly braided with a red rose pinned tightly by a small metal hair clip. Still, a few strands of hair defied the bun and floated in the air, caressing her tiny black spade-shaped bindi. I had assigned her to clear monthly balance sheets and finish up some data entry work as well. She looks pretty settled and comfortable in the office these days, often listening to music in her thin white earphones when not attending to the customer's queries. She wears her watch on her right hand, and her handwriting is super-legible even on challans written at high speed. I had turned punctual these days, taking care of my appearance, bathing daily, dressing formally, polishing my shoes and combing my hair. I spend most of my days in my cabin, releasing cheques, issuing drafts, processing loans and watching her work through my window. She is a slow poison to my soul. I have delayed it too much already, today there isn’t much work, and the climate also seems to be good, I will be taking her, sorry I mean asking her out for a coffee later this evening. I am a bit nervous though.
***
It has been 2 years since Hema stepped into my branch for the first time. I haven’t been promoted to Branch manager yet, but my Bosses from HQ have promised me a promotion coming quarter. It doesn’t matter though. Hema, my love, she is turning beautiful for every account opened, cheque passed, loan cleared and query resolved. Nowadays I feel that I am coming to my office just to see her work. She is not the nervous new girl anymore, she has gotten steadier, sincere and more responsible in her work. Today she is wearing a neatly ironed maroon cotton saree, nothing fancy except for the beautiful peacock embroidery at the border. Yes, She had started wearing sarees to the office these days. Some things have changed in these two years, she had changed her sandals twice and mobile phone once, but still owns the same earphones, uses the same perfume and wears the same watch but with a different strap. Something nice happened 3 months ago, the cashier had once invited me to have lunch in the common break room with everyone. yes, I was pathetically eating my lunch all alone in my cabin all these years. He just invited me once but I somehow made it into a routine. Hema checked her watch and turned off her PC, Yes! Lunchtime. This twenty minutes of having lunch at the same table along with Hema is the best thing that could happen today. She is silently eating lemon rice and beetroot poriyal that she bought in her green Tupperware lunch box. By the way, I haven't asked her out for a coffee yet, but we did have a couple of coffees and a few teas in these 2 years in our office paper cups that had been shrunken in size as a part of budgeting last fiscal year, but who cares. I may have not asked for a date yet, but I have come to the conclusion that she is the one for me and after my promotion next quarter, I will propose to her for hand in marriage. I think that kind of gesture would suit both of our personalities. Anyhoo…tell me how does anyone describe the feeling when you see your future wife eating Lemon rice silently in a corner. God, I love her so much. She occasionally brings curd rice, pulao, sambar, podi-idly, and chapathi for her lunch, but I often noticed her eating lemon rice for lunch. I think she is the one who cooks and packs her own lunch. I always wanted to share her lemon rice with me. Maybe after marriage, I will daily cook her something more nicer than lemon rice, if lemon rice is not her favourite lunch.
***
It was my eighth year at Ambattur Branch SBI. I had turned into branch manager a few weeks ago. It's a Monday, and sadly Hema will not be coming to the office today, I approved her maternity leave last Friday. She won’t be coming for the next 6 months. Yeah, she got married to a nice-looking gentleman. She seems happy and she literally glowed beautifully when I signed her approval. I redistributed her work to the rest of the employees. I don’t know where to eat lunch today. Last Friday she said, she was due in 3 months. Hope she has a safe delivery. The past year has been a little hard for me, both on the professional and personal front. Hema got engaged and then got married. I attended the marriage reception with other branch colleagues. Our overall branch performances dropped, and targets were falling short. My previous branch manager retired. I was eventually made BM, but I didn’t change my cabin though. I gained some weight, my hairline receded, don’t talk much. I am turning 33, tomorrow.
***
I am retiring this month, as BM of the Ambattur SBI branch. Hema entered my cabin with her lunch bag and two small paper cups of office coffee. I cleared my table for her to place the cutleries. We had taken an early lunch today. She is my best friend here. She and my wife are good friends too. She sat facing me, her grey hair strands still floating gracefully over her wrinkly forehead. She had brought Lemon Rice today. We shared it. Though my wife’s veg biriyani outclasses the lemon rice by a huge margin, I have a soft spot for the Lemon rice. Hema talks a lot, she loves to talk, and I love to listen to her. The conversation glided smoothly over a wide spectrum of topics, ranging from naming her grandchild, my son’s college, the rapidly changing banking sector, retirement plans, office hot goss, last quarter’s audit, SEBI regulations, and real estate. After 90 minutes of memorable lunch, we winded up and she walked back to her table. When I retire this month, she would be the oldest employee of the branch. She still has 3 years of service. I am sure she can manage on her own. I sat in my cabin and looked at her through my cabin window, She is wearing a beige-coloured cotton saree with simple floral patterns, I still remember her first day at the branch, in her yellow Chudithar. Lots have changed in these 35 years, our hair greyed, skin wrinkled as we worked, smiled, cried and grew in this small office space. Lots of opportunities have passed by. I have missed all of them. Regretted for a few years for missing them, but now looking back at all these years, I have witnessed all my love for this woman, beautifully transform into respect and friendship. She was skimming through some files at her desk, she paused and turned to see me through the window, and our eyes met. I smiled. She smiled.
***
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2023.06.10 19:00 SkittishReflections I was Forced to Live a Nightmare

When you're rich enough, you get perks you can only dream of. Literally. But somehow, my paradise turned into hell.
Have you ever had a dream so amazing, you wished you could relive it? Explore it? Relish it? Well, when you're rich enough, you don't have to wish. It's a reality thanks to dream banks. You may have heard of them and their pricy services, which include recording, saving, and projecting dreams.
For example, if you'd like a dream recorded, you can book one of their luxurious suites for the night, where the dream techs will fit you with a special helmet and leave you to rest. The next morning, they'll replay the recorded dream for you via the helmet and ask if you want to shell out the extra bucks to save it. If you don't, they'll delete it and you can pay to book for another time to try again.
If you do decide to save it, you must select an item within the dream that will act as the exit key. (This will come in handy during projections.) While still wearing the helmet, you must touch the item, and the dream techs will label those electric signals as the key.
Afterwards, everything is saved under your name, and you can now relive your dream at any time by booking a suite for three, five, or eight hours. Unlike recordings, during projections, you don't have to wait for sleep to come. After you enjoy a snack of your choice, the helmet is fitted and you're immediately transported to your dream, where you have free will and can enjoy it at your leisure. And if you ever need to leave early, this is when you touch the key, which will shut down the helmet right away.
In my case, the key is the stegosaurus leather rug I have hanging on the wall of my throne room. I never have a reason to touch it otherwise, making it a perfect key. I've also never had to touch it. Experiencing life as an all-powerful, worshipped being who lives on my own planet and hunts dinosaurs in my spare time, I relished my dream to the last second.
Yes, the fees are exorbitant, but at the time, I felt it was worth it. The techs were skilled, the system was sleek, and the dreams were private. Each could only be unlocked by the unique brainwaves of the dreamer.
Or so I thought.
My literal nightmare began when I booked a five-hour projection on a rainy Friday afternoon. After taking a sip of champagne to wash down the cranberry brie bites, I settled into the cool silk sheets with a smile. My usual dream tech smiled back as she fastened my helmet, and the last thing I heard was her wishing me pleasant dreams before I was plunged into darkness.
I waited for the split-second adjustment from reality to the dream world, and my confusion grew when I didn't find myself on my throne surrounded by fawning gods and goddesses.
Instead, I found myself in the middle of an endless street. Alone. There were no cars, no life, not even wind. Towering street lamps lined the sidewalk as far as I could see, arcing over the road and tinting everything an eerie red. Behind them, identical buildings stood side by side, silent, their dark, narrow windows hollow.
My pulse spiking, I whipped around. The other direction was just as endless. Uneasy confusion prickled beneath my skin. This had to be someone else's dream. The techs must have made a mistake. I didn't know how it was possible, but there was no other explanation.
My unease piqued as my situation sank in. I was in a stranger's dream and I didn't know the key. I was stuck here until my five hours ran out. Or until the techs realized their mistake. I was ready to rip them a new one once I was out, but until then, I had no choice but to wait.
I studied my surroundings with a frown before I walked over to the curb and sat down, and that was when I noticed I couldn't feel anything. I also noticed I was naked. It didn't matter. There was no one here, and none of this was real anyway.
Time passed, and I tried to distract myself from my nettled offense by humming, but no sound came out. Sitting up, I took a deep breath and screamed. Not even a squeak was heard. I slapped my hand against the ground. Nothing. This place was like a black hole of the senses.
Sighing, I lay down on my back and stared at the red light above me, wondering if I could fall asleep in a dream. I tried, but the more I wished to escape this silent, crimson prison, the more it seemed to come into focus. Soon, the utter lack of noise and movement grew from slightly unnerving to completely intolerable.
There was no way I could wait. I'd go insane. I had to get out of here. I had to find the key.
Jumping up, I ran to the nearest building and wrenched open the door, and a pitch black void greeted me. I gasped, and gasped again as it felt like my very breath was being suctioned out of my lungs. Panicking, silent wheezes rattled in my chest as I struggled to yank myself out of the vacuum, jerking my limbs and bucking my body until I toppled over backwards on the sidewalk.
Gulping in fitful breaths, I scrambled to my feet and ran down the road without looking back, my wide eyes scanning the horizon for salvation. I just wanted out of here, but the hellish path stretched on forever, making me feel like I was running in place as every identical building and street lamp mocked me. Even my silent stomping and mute panting served to draw insanity closer.
And then, a person showed up.
There, in the distance.
With my hope spurred, I raced towards them, desperate. I didn't care who they were. I needed to break this monotony.
As I got closer, hope morphed to confusion, and then to despair. The person was me. It was a mirror, propped up across the entire street.
Sweat-soaked, I slowed down to a jog before I stopped right in front of my reflection. It was me alright, naked, exhausted, and frustrated. But the eyes, something was off about the eyes. With an anxious frown, I stepped closer, staring into them, and they stared back …
… until they glanced behind me.
I gasped and jumped away, and so did my reflection … before it glanced over my shoulder again.
A chill trickled down my spine. My reflection had nothing behind it but the empty street, so I gulped and turned around, and my mouth fell open in a silent scream as a lovecraftian behemoth barrelled its way towards me. With its slick shell gleaming red beneath the lights, it slammed down one spiny tentacle after the other as its five mouths bared their dripping, concentric fangs.
Drenched in undiluted horror, tremors gripped my body as I stumbled away until my back was against the mirror. I knew death was a foolproof key in a dream, but I didn't know if this creature would kill me right away or leave me to suffer in agony until my five hours were up.
With it only inches away, I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed myself into the mirror, and my stomach flipped as I fell backwards. I opened my mouth to gasp, but there was nothing for me to draw in. Floating in an airless void, I flailed and thrashed, my wild eyes scanning the darkness for answers as I began to spin around.
Although death would free me, one of my greatest fears was suffocating. On one of my weightless rotations, a red, glass cube passed me by, and I grabbed it, hoping it was a breathing device. I brought it close to my face, and I gawked at what it held within.
Me.
Surrounded by identical buildings and red street lamps while a lovecraftian behemoth tore me apart.
Horrified, I threw the cube as far as I could and increased my efforts to escape this void. Yet all the flailing and thrashing was for naught as the darkness revealed no end. My eyesight began to go red as my lungs spasmed, and I clawed at my throat as my pulse stuttered in my chest.
The red kept growing and growing until it engulfed my entire vision, and I gave up. There was nothing to do but face my fears and die. With my straining heart lumbering, I let myself go limp as I stared at the red and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
I wasn't dying.
In fact, I could breathe just fine.
Frowning, I opened my eyes, and intense unease spread through my core. Above me, a red moon had taken up the entire sky, each one of its craters crystal clear, like eyes watching me. I turned my head away, and I realized I was in a park, laying down on the grass. Sitting up, I blinked in surprise at the pond right beside me, its opaque water reflecting the moon's red light. Ducks were swimming in a circle across its surface, their movements smooth with nary a splash.
Trees surrounded us, so dense I couldn't tell when one began and the other ended. It was mind-numbingly quiet here as well, and I still couldn't feel anything or make any noise, but at least the ducks were moving. This place seemed more tolerable than the last, and I was willing to wait out my five hours here. I hoped at least an hour had passed already, but with dreams, one never knew. All I knew was that I was too exhausted to search for the key. And too scared. I didn't know whose dream this was, but they had to be masochistic if they saved this nightmare.
Curling up beside the pond, I worked on calming myself down as I watched the ducks swim in their systematic circle over and over and over. I tried counting the rotations the way one would count sheep, but that still didn't lull me to sleep. I wished I'd chosen the three-hour projection, but at least I hadn't chosen the eight-hour one.
Distorted circus music crackled around me and I jolted up, my heart ricocheting in my chest. There was finally sound, but the last thing I wanted to hear was a cliche horror movie soundtrack. Gulping, I looked around. The music was coming from the trees, and my stomach dropped when I spied a shadow behind one of them. Then another. And another. They emerged into the crimson moonlight, and my blood turned to ice.
Clowns.
I whipped around, trembling to the rhythm of my frantic pulse. They were surrounding me. Dozens of them. As classic as any clown could be. Colorful clothes, big shoes, silly hair, exaggerated makeup. I wasn't scared of clowns, as long as they were where they belonged. And they didn't belong here, staring at me with big, empty eyes and yellow, toothy grins.
I tried to convince myself that they weren't dangerous since they didn't have weapons and didn't seem monstrous, but when they took a step closer in unison, I jumped back, nearly falling into the pond. The ducks remained oblivious, still swimming in their circle. The distorted circus music got louder, and my hair stood on end when I saw the grass ripple in front of each clown. They were sending something my way through the ground.
Panicking, I jumped into the pond, and I screamed as I sank right in. There was no bottom. There was no water either. The pond was filled with red, translucent spheres, each the size of a tennis ball. Still able to breathe, I began swimming through the spheres with clumsy breast strokes, just hoping I could end up as far away from the clowns as possible.
After swimming for what felt like enough time, I tried to swim up, until I realized I had no idea which direction I was facing. Remember a trick for those stuck in avalanches, I spat, but my glob of saliva just hovered in front of me. Before panic could set in, I noticed what looked like an office desk floating amidst the spheres in the distance. After blinking a few times to make sure it was really there, I swam towards it, desperate for any change in my situation.
It was an office desk, a wooden one with carved borders and locked drawers. Tucked beneath it was a stool, and the moment I pulled it out and set it under my ass, an office replaced the red spheres.
I grunted as gravity returned, and I looked around in bewilderment at the cluttered bookshelves and grimy floors. Dust was floating everywhere, highlighted by the red light filtering in through the blinds behind me. I jumped as a clock hanging on the wall chimed. Its glass was too dirty for me to tell the time, but I was glad I could hear. I coughed at the dust. And I could make noise. I dusted my hands. And I could feel. I could even smell, which I now wished I couldn't as I wrinkled my nose at the faint stench of rot.
After failing to read the spines of some of the books on the shelves, I studied the shadowy corners of the room. A slack-jawed skeleton hung in the far end, and a faded poster with anatomical diagrams curled off a cupboard. This had to be a doctor's office. Was the creator of this dream a doctor?
A silhouette slid in front of the frosted glass door, and I gulped as the knob began to turn. A hand reached in, gripping the edge one finger at a time, and my heart dropped as I knew this horror cliche was only going to be followed by another. Having no time to think, I slid off the stool and crouched beneath the desk, my hand over my mouth as cobwebs clung to me.
Praying spiders wouldn't swarm me, I peeked through a small slit in the wood, and I froze when an emaciated nurse walked in the room. Layers upon layers of blood coated her scrubs, so much so that I couldn't even tell what color they originally were. She had no shoes. No feet either. Just ankle stubs, and my stomach turned as I heard bone clunk against the tiles.
A surgical mask covered her face, as bloodstained as her scrubs, and grimy lab goggles obscured her eyes. I was grateful, because judging by the pus leaking out of her scabbed, balding scalp, I didn't want to know what her face looked like. The closer she got, the stronger the stench of rot became, and I struggled to keep myself from retching.
She stopped halfway into the room, and I gawked at her hands. They were transforming. Her fingers elongating into razor-edged blades. She then began to hunch over, and I cringed as her spine cracked and popped until she was as bent as a candy cane, her face staring at her pelvis.
As if that wasn't unsettling enough, her head creaked as it spun around 180 degrees, now facing the front, upside down. Right after, her arms shot to the ground, and I watched with increasing dread as she bent them at the elbows and wrists so they flanked her head like distorted T-Rex arms.
She spread her fingers out and took a few more steps towards me, and I held my breath, hoping she couldn't hear my rabid heart or smell my fear. Her ankle bones clicked and clacked against the tiles as she made her way around the desk, and I cowered as my frantic eyes searched for a weapon. I found none, but I did spy a brass button beside my head.
With her legs now an arms distance away, I had nothing to lose as I jammed my thumb into the button. The back of the desk flung open, and I scrambled to my feet and dashed out from my hiding place, screaming in response to the nurse screeching behind me. Bursting through the door, I held up my fists and began punching like a maniac in fearful anticipation of a horde of nurses swarming me.
Except I was no longer in a hospital. I was in an outdoor parking lot. Alone. And judging by the roiling red clouds, a storm was brewing. After a second to collect my bearings, I dove into the closest car, thankful it was unlocked. The moment I slammed the door shut, lightning blinded me as thunder cracked and the downpour began. Sighing in relief, I tried to shake away my adrenaline, but the bloodshot eyes in my rearview mirror reignited my panic.
Before I could react, a belt snapped over my neck, pinning my head back against the headrest. With a frightened wheeze, I clawed at the leather, and I flinched as hot, heavy breath wafted across my ear. Gagging at the putrid smell, I reached over, desperate to scratch my strangler's face or poke their eyes out.
I felt their greasy hair and tried to pull it, but my fingers refused to hold on. I tried again and again, using my nails for purchase, but the strands just kept slipping out of my weak grip. Shifting focus, I tried to claw at their eyes, but it felt as though I was moving through molasses as my hand slid down their face. Once I felt a wet, bulbous eye, I tried to scratch it, but I didn't have enough strength to do anything damage.
My frustration clashed with my terror and I tried to punch them, but my arm swung back in slow motion and merely prodded a stubbly cheek. Tears welled in my eyes as I writhed and gasped, my strangler's laugh adding insult to injury. Despite knowing death will set me free, fear and self-preservation rummaged through my mind, searching for a solution. And they found one.
Hoping I had enough grip and energy, I reached down and found the reclining lever. Wrapping my fingers around it tight, I jerked it up and heaved my body back, and I gulped in a deep breath as I fell backwards, the belt now slack. Not at all prepared to face my attacker, I slipped out from beneath the belt, flung open the door, and zoomed out into the storm.
Sheets of rain obscured my vision, but not enough for me to see that the keys were left inside a red convertible. After making sure no one was hiding in the back, I jumped in, started the engine, and took off, the wheels squealing through the puddles. A sole street curled down a hill, and I took it, adrenaline pumping in waves through my quivering body.
This rush was a confusing mixture of exhilaration and apprehension. I wanted out, but I wasn't giving up. I made it this far, and I was going to survive every cliche this masochist dreamed up. Sharks? Snakes? Zombies? Bring it on. And afterwards, I was going to detail every single trial and tribulation I went through as I sued the dream bank for all the trauma they caused me.
Up ahead, the road curved, and I gasped as it ended in a cliff. I slammed the breaks, but they didn't do anything. Breaking out in a cold sweat, I slammed them again and again as I yanked the hand break as far as it would go. The car refused to slow down, and I cursed myself for not anticipating this cliche. In a move of desperation, I swerved, but it wasn't enough as the car careened over the edge and took me with it.
My heart hung in my throat as I hung on to the steering wheel, my knuckles white, my screams frozen in my lungs, the raindrops like needles. An endless body of water spread below me, and I knew sharks were my next challenge. I screwed my eyes shut as I awaited the inevitable plunge …
… and I gasped as the car crashed against the surface.
I lurched forward, and I cried out as I bashed my forehead against the wheel. Groaning, I leaned back, my ears ringing as I looked around, disoriented. I was still in the convertible, but we were right side up, having crashed into the concrete wall of an indoor garage. Blood trickled down my face and I reached up, only to feel around my head in shock.
I was wearing the helmet.
Why was it in the dream?
Or had I made it out?
I looked down. I wasn't naked. My pyjamas were plastered to my sweat-soaked skin. I was out. I looked around at the broken glass and mangled metal in confusion. But if I was finally out, why was I in a car and not between silk sheets?
I removed the helmet, and a yell from behind made me jump. I turned to see one of the dream techs running towards me. Was she always that skinny? And why were her scrubs red instead of the usual blue?
She made it to me, panting as she took the helmet out of my hands, and I wrinkled my nose at her unpleasant breath. She said I'd had a nightmare and began sleepwalking, and I'd left the dream bank and stole a car from their underground parking before she triggered a wake-up signal in the helmet, which made me crash.
I stared at her, not believing what I was hearing. I told her I'd booked a projection, not a recording, and she gave me a concerned frown and claimed the opposite. Anger replaced my confusion, and I called her a liar and accused them of misconduct, and she reminded me that dreams can only be unlocked by the dreamer.
Furious, I cursed at her as I tried to get out of the car, demanding to see my file. She was quick to tell me not to move in case I made my injuries worse as she pulled out her phone and said she was going to call an ambulance.
While I sat there and waited, fuming, I glimpsed my reflection in the dangling rearview mirror. Unease rippled beneath my skin and I sat up, grabbing the mirror and angling it to show my neck.
There was an angry red mark across it.
As though I was recently strangled.
Trembling, I tilted the mirror up.
Cobwebs. Stuck in my hair.
Dumbstruck in utter stupefaction, I scanned the rest of my body. My pyjamas were dirty and there was black under my fingernails, but the rest of my examination was cut short by tinny circus music. A chill jolted down my spine and I whipped my head to face the dream tech. That was her ringtone. She smiled as she answered the call, and I drew back at her yellow, toothy grin.
What was going on? I was out of the dream, I knew I was. Had everything been real? What had the dream bank done with me? Done to me?
Ambulance sirens wailed as they entered the underground parking, and the flashing red lights reflecting off the walls triggered my recent traumas. With terror-fueled adrenaline flooding my veins, I jerked my legs free of the wreck, jumped out of the car, and booked it, the dream tech's yells merging with the screeching sirens behind me.
SR
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2023.06.10 19:00 jimmthang I'm a multi-instrumentalist who can play guitar, bass, drums, and piano. AMA!

My name is Jimmy Thang and I am a multi-instrumentalist who can play guitar, bass, drums, piano, and like to think I can sing (within a limited vocal range, that is). I also record, mix, and master songs and like to make one-man band music video covers, which you can check out here: https://www.youtube.com/@jimmythangmusic1953/videos
Ask me anything!
Proof: https://i.imgur.com/DjuDkVM.jpg
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2023.06.10 18:51 PhoenixMixtapes Best of 80s Britain

Best of 80s Britain

The Rise Of An Iconic Culture


Piccadilly Circus 1980
Even with all the serious and somewhat depressive events and circumstances that occurred during 80s Britain under "Thatcherism", this didn't stop the rise in such a classic and iconic culture. It was dominated by multi coloured tracksuits, the mullet, headbands, yuppies, and the Walkman.

The Walkman
A culture that is still immortalised in great movies like "Risky Business" and "Back to the future" and music grooves that still get us up, dancing and singing (maybe somewhat badly). This is and was the 80s in Britain.
@PhoenixMixtapes
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2023.06.10 18:50 xXAdventXx Advent's Amazing Advice: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle, A Mini-Campaign fully prepped and ready to go! Part 1 Dragon's Rest [Free]

Welcome back to Advent's Amazing Advice! The series where I take popular One-Shots, Adventures, Campaigns, etc. and fully prep them for both New and Busy DMs. This prep includes music, ambiance, encounter sheets, handouts, battle maps, tweaks, and more so you can run the best sessions possible with the least stress possible!
It's finally time for our next Fully Prepped Mini-Campaign/Adventure; Dragons of Stormwreck Isle, A level 1-3 Adventure that's sure to make waves! This is the most recent Starter Set and successor to The Lost Mine of Phandelver released by WoTC. In it, your players will sail to the titular Stormwreck Isle, an island shaped by an age of conflict between Chromatic and Metallic Dragons. They'll be able to befriend kobolds, explore fungal grottos, fight those twisted by Orcus, and perhaps save the very island itself!
Have your players create their own characters or jump right in using the Pre-Gens that are built with backstories integrated into the plot!
If you've used my previous notes you'll know that I take Adventures such as these and do all the difficult and time-consuming book-to-session conversions so you don't have to! I do my best to include Ambiance for every scene, custom battle maps, handouts when needed, spell sheets, encounter sheets, and more!
This may all sound familiar, but seeing as this is a Starter Set, I think it's important to reiterate:
Without further ado:
Included in The AAA Collection is:
*Important Errata for Pre-Gens
Index & FAQ:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle:
As always, If you see something you think I can improve, add, change, etc. please let me know. I want this to be an amazing resource for all DMs and plan to keep it constantly updated! If you'd like to support me, shape future releases, and get content early feel free to check out my Patreon!
Cheers, Advent
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2023.06.10 18:43 xXAdventXx Advent's Amazing Advice: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle, A Mini-Campaign fully prepped and ready to go! Part 1 Dragon's Rest

Welcome back to Advent's Amazing Advice! The series where I take popular One-Shots, Adventures, Campaigns, etc. and fully prep them for both New and Busy DMs. This prep includes music, ambiance, encounter sheets, handouts, battle maps, tweaks, and more so you can run the best sessions possible with the least stress possible!
It's finally time for our next Fully Prepped Mini-Campaign/Adventure; Dragons of Stormwreck Isle, A level 1-3 Adventure that's sure to make waves! This is the most recent Starter Set and successor to The Lost Mine of Phandelver released by WoTC. In it, your players will sail to the titular Stormwreck Isle, an island shaped by an age of conflict between Chromatic and Metallic Dragons. They'll be able to befriend kobolds, explore fungal grottos, fight those twisted by Orcus, and perhaps save the very island itself!
Have your players create their own characters or jump right in using the Pre-Gens that are built with backstories integrated into the plot!
If you've used my previous notes you'll know that I take Adventures such as these and do all the difficult and time-consuming book-to-session conversions so you don't have to! I do my best to include Ambiance for every scene, custom battle maps, handouts when needed, spell sheets, encounter sheets, and more!
This may all sound familiar, but seeing as this is a Starter Set, I think it's important to reiterate:
Without further ado:
Included in The AAA Collection is:
*Important Errata for Pre-Gens
Index & FAQ:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle:
Other Fully Prepped One-Shots, Adventures, and More:
As always, If you see something you think I can improve, add, change, etc. please let me know. I want this to be an amazing resource for all DMs and plan to keep it constantly updated! If you'd like to support me, shape future releases, and get content early feel free to check out my Patreon!
Cheers, Advent
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2023.06.10 18:39 No_Competition4897 [HIRING] 25 Jobs in WI Hiring Now!

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Hey guys, here are some recent job openings , feel free to comment here if you have any questions, I'm at the community's disposal! If you encounter any problems with any of these job openings please let me know that I will modify the table accordingly. Thanks!
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2023.06.10 18:34 welsknight [5e][Online][CST] Looking for one more player to join the homebrew campaign I'm starting on Monday nights!

Hello, and welcome! I'm looking for one more player for a campaign I'm going to be starting soon in Rastelaria, a homebrew setting of my own creation.

About the Setting:

This will be a sandbox campaign, and although there will be events happening in the world, you are free to interact with them or ignore them completely--but those events aren't going to just wait for you to show up. If you choose to ignore them, they'll happen without you.

About Me as a DM:

What I'm Looking for in a Player:

Character Creation Rules:

If all of that sounds interesting to you, please fill out this application. If I read your application and think you might be a good fit, I will reach out to you via Discord for an interview. Once I find the right person, I will close this post. I'm hoping to have Session Zero potentially as early as this coming Monday, so if you don't hear from me by then, I'm very sorry.
Thanks for reading!
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2023.06.10 18:33 pampaSC how to get sheet ?

Hello drummers, I would like to get the sheet music for a song but I can't find it. Could you let me know if I can contact someone (on Fiverr, for example) who can transcribe sheet music? Thank you and have a great day.

the song is : "God is dead" bu dali thundering concept : e.com/watch?v=Re_ew4TZZWA&ab_channel=TheDaliThunderingConcept-Topic
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2023.06.10 18:23 No_Competition4897 [HIRING] 25 Jobs in WI Hiring Now!

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Stoughton Trailers, LLC Production Manager - Weld Production (Stoughton, WI) Albany
Alsum Farms Over the Road Truck Driver Beaver Dam
Pomp's Tire Service Part time Delivery Route Driver Black Creek
Stoughton Trailers, LLC Production Supervisor- Sheet Metal -nights - (AWS) Brodhead
Stoughton Trailers, LLC Production Supervisor- Sheet Metal - (AWS) Brodhead
Quad Skilled Print Operators Burlington
Quad Second Shift MBO Folder Operator Burlington
Stoughton Trailers, LLC Forklift Operator Cambridge
Stoughton Trailers, LLC Benefits Analyst Cambridge
Stoughton Trailers, LLC Specialist - Training and Development (Stoughton, WI) Cambridge
Quad Offset Second Press Operator Cedarburg
Stoughton Trailers, LLC Benefits Analyst Cottage Grove
Stoughton Trailers, LLC Hiring Now Assembler - 2nd Shift Cottage Grove
Quad Finishing Operator-Full Time Delafield
Pomp's Tire Service Delivery Semi Driver (Full Time) Denmark
Stoughton Trailers, LLC Production Supervisor- Sheet Metal - (AWS) Edgerton
Stoughton Trailers, LLC Facilities Mechanic Edgerton
Stoughton Trailers, LLC Production Supervisor- Sheet Metal - (AWS) Footville
Quad Die Cutter Operator Franklin
Quad First Press Operator 2nd Shift Franklin
Quad Flexo Operator-2nd Shift Entry Level Franklin
Alsum Farms Over the Road Truck Driver Friesland
Alsum Farms Local Truck Driver Friesland
Alsum Farms OTR Driver Friesland
Pomp's Tire Service Part time Delivery Route Driver Green Bay
Hey guys, here are some recent job openings , feel free to comment here if you have any questions, I'm at the community's disposal! If you encounter any problems with any of these job openings please let me know that I will modify the table accordingly. Thanks!
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2023.06.10 18:06 Micosilver SFJazz Show, 6.9, 7:00PM - report

This was my first time at the Miner Auditorium in SF, and this is one of the coolest venues I've seen: steep amphitheater layout, very intimate feel, it fees like every seat is close to the stage. There was a row of seats behind and above the stage.
Jacob was solo, grand piano, microphone, and Jethro. No guitar, no sequencer, nothing.
The audience was interesting. A lot of older folk, I guess SFJazz members. More on that in the end.
The set list as I remember:
  1. Somewhere (From West Side Story)
  2. All At Sea
  3. Can't Take My Eyes Off You
  4. The Sun Is In Your Eyes
  5. Some song by Bjork
  6. Isn't She Lovely
  7. How Deep Is Your Love
  8. Somebody To Love
  9. Hideaway (Encore)
Jacob was very loose and funny. He said that this was the first time he performed "Isn't She Lovely" live, as well as the Bjork song. Also, it was obvious how much he loves the Steve Wonder's song, because he brought down the house with it: he got the audience to participate, incorporated stride piano, overall it was probably the best song of the show. He "played the audience" a couple of times, first just holding a note or a cord, and doing the full thing close to the end, but I can't remember which song it was a part of...
The whole show was accompanied by a light show projected basically on the whole huge front wall, creating an amazing effect together with the music. It was really cool as a real life creation experience, because you could clearly see that he improvised most of the show.
He had to keep it short because there was the second show, but in the end an old lady managed to get his attention, talked to him for a second, and he relayed to the audience that she was a special fan - she was 99 years old, and he did one verse of Hideaway as encore.
Another positive thing was that almost nobody was on their phone. It is my pet peeve when most of the audience is recording shaky videos that nobody is going to watch instead of being in the moment, but I only saw one person record for a couple of minutes, otherwise it was a nice change.
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2023.06.10 17:55 Commercial-Runn I joined orchestra but I can't play an instrument

I joined orchestra and will start when school starts again. I have to play a string instrument and I'm going to play the violin, but I've never played it before. The only musical experience I have is playing a few songs on the piano but that's it. I want to try to learn the violin over the summer, but I don't think I'll know enough. Is it possible to learn violin in 3 months?
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2023.06.10 17:42 bid0u What does this sound mean?

I always hear this and I'm always wondering if there is something near me or if this is part of the ambient music: http://sndup.net/v5ww
This game's sound design is awful, this annoying sound and the Stable music that has the same 4 first notes as A Whole New World chorus from Aladdin are driving me nuts. I can't stand them anymore. 😫
And there is this non-music when in a Beast, just some random piano notes, which sounds just like my cat walking on my piano...
I miss the good old epic musics and sound effects.

Anyway, thanks for the answer guys! 😃
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2023.06.10 17:19 -Tierce27 Trip Report: The Most Profound & Horrifying Moment of My Life

Preface:
This was the worst experience of my life. I have lost close relatives, been in jail, and dealt with suicidality in my teens, and this is still by far the worst thing I have ever experienced. This is also a moment in my life I look back on with a lot of appreciation for experiencing, I am not sure if I would do it again but I am glad it happened nonetheless.
***Additional context will be provided after the trip.***
The Trip:
07/31/2021
I took a tablet of LSD with my brother. Eventually towards the peak (or maybe at the peak) we decided to smoke weed, so we went out onto his porch and I took a hit out of his bong. The first sign things were going wrong started when the body high I love on LSD, started to be overshadowed by my usual weed body high (which for me was like my limbs falling asleep with full coverage of my body). Once the body high set in I started to feel like my face was contorting into a cylinder that was being pushed forward out of my face in a spiraling motion.
Getting scared I decided to switch locations, so me and my brother went back into his room and tried to bring back the vibes by watching trippy music videos. This wasn’t helping, so I decided that I should try and sleep on the living room couch by myself. This decision sealed my fate, completely unaware I was about to have the worst moment of my life, I left my brother's room.
I went out and laid on the couch. The first thing I noticed was that my body high started to intensify, as if to prevent me from getting comfortable. I started to mentally envision my arms as snakes, because the more I would move to find comfort the less it felt like I was controlling them. This shocked me, so I closed my eyes, and subconsciously thought about my body which started to feel like it was morphing, eventually settling as the shape of a mushroom with my face on the cap (but in a more realistic uncanny valley way so although it sounds funny, it was freaking me out).
I opened my eyes, focusing on the bookshelf in my brother's living room. It looked pretty normal with an okay amount of books, except for a vibrant red colored book. This book stood out to me and I started to feel better when looking at the book, so I fixated on it and tried to calm my mind. The salvation this red book gave me was short lived, as I entered the climax of this experience.
I locked my eyes on this book as this was the first time I had peace since laying on the couch, suddenly my peripheral started to transform. The best way to describe this is that the peripheral became a labyrinth of stairs, the ones where the stairs are all over with no common sense. The surface of these stairs were covered with eyeballs (not sure if they were lifelike or not) and these eyeballs were all looking at me and blinking in synchronization.
Mortified by what I was seeing, I got off the couch and laid on the carpet floor of the living room on my stomach. This is when I started to get very nervous at the idea that I may need to ask my brother to take me to the hospital, causing a very high level of stress and raising my heartbeat. The sound of my beating heart was extremely loud, because I had my ear against the floor as my chest was pressed on the ground.
I started breathing very heavily out of fear, then I heard the sound of synths slowly building and layering over each other, getting more and more grand (most resemblant of the Lucasfilms THX sound). My heartrate rose as the sounds got louder, and I genuinely at this point was not sure if I was having a medical emergency. When it reached the peak of the sound it maintained that level, then I started hearing a voice reverberate all around me.
This voice was very low toned and god-like, it spoke a language that sounded like absolute gibberish completely alien like. Although I couldn't understand what was being communicated verbally I could discern generally through the feeling. It was telling me to slow my breathing, and as I listened my heart started to calm down overall making me feel safer and like I wasn’t going to die. Once I had completely calmed down I decided to head back into my brother's room, because I was sure that my high wasn’t uncontrollable anymore.
Once back in his room I told him I was going to try and sleep in the bed, eventually I realized I was still too high to just fall asleep, but then a good song and music video I liked came on. I changed my mind and decided to try and do what we had planned, which was to get blasted off a tab and watch videos to trip out. The rest of the trip was an amazing acid trip with my brother. It's funny how tripping at times can be like a rollercoaster.
Postface:
***I want to be clear that I think the experience happened because of the weed and my prescribed Bupropion being mixed, causing Serotonin Syndrome during an acid trip. When the experience calmed down, I’m sure that was because I was no longer high off the weed. I am sure if you took enough LSD you could have a similar experience, but for only 1 tab (even accounting that it may have a higher dosage than a tab typically has) I do feel this was either just how my experience of a weed/LSD mix would be, or that Serotonin Syndrome’s hallucinations/delusions symptoms played a part in this disaster.***
Additional Context:
The account of this trip is being written almost 2 years after the actual trip, so take this with a grain of salt. Not every detail is going to be spot on as we typically re-remember things differently every time we recall them, with details changing here and there. At the time of the trip I was 20 and this was my 2nd or 3rd acid trip. The trip took place in my brother's crib. The only people there were me, my brother, my other brother, and his wife. My other brother and his wife had already gone to sleep by the time we took our hits of acid.
I did a lot of research to figure out why things went so wrong with the trip, here is what I learned. I was taking Bupropion (Wellbutrin) prescribed by a psychiatrist for about 2 to 3 years every day at the time of the trip, and continued too, until recently getting off them earlier this year. I noticed since starting Bupropion when I was 18, that smoking weed was no longer enjoyable for me (I am not a heavy smoker btw). I only had 5 instances (give or take) of smoking weed after starting Bupropion, so I just thought It was a case of just having bad highs (I may have formed theories at the time but wasn’t sure it was because of my meds).
Since I’ve looked more into my circumstance, it seems the experience may have been triggered due to an interaction with weed and Bupropion causing something called Serotonin Syndrome. Serotonin syndrome has been reported when bupropion is co-administered with drugs known to be associated with serotonin syndrome, including selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors (SSRIs) or serotonin norepinephrine reuptake inhibitors (SNRIs).
From what I found it doesn’t seem like LSD and Bupropion would cause Serotonin Syndrome, and this seems to hold true as every time I have tripped without weed being involved, these experiences seemed typical to LSD. It did however seem like if you smoke weed while on Bupropion it could be more likely to have bad highs, which is what I had always felt after being on Bupropion. This is my general conclusion based on what I found it could be the case, that I never experienced Serotonin Syndrome, and just had a bad high while on LSD which is why I had no control. My reasoning for involving Serotonin Syndrome was that it can be fatal (in relation to feeling like I was dying) and a symptom of Serotonin Syndrome is delusions/hallucinations (which could be why my 1 tab dose got so intense for that short duration).
Thanks for reading.
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