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Nostalgia

2008.10.26 08:10 Nostalgia

Nostalgia is often triggered by something reminding you of a happier time. Whether it's an old commercial or a book from your past, it belongs in /nostalgia. Here we can take pleasure in reminiscing about the good ol' days... times we shared with loved ones, both humorous and sad. So grab your Pogs, Surge cans and Thriller cassettes, and we'll see you in /nostalgia!
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2020.09.30 17:21 Firstprime TEST

A complete guide to English language Moebius collected editions

TEST EDIT
Since I started following the work of Moebius I have experienced a lot of frustration in trying to catalogue and track down his work. So much of his work is long out of print, and his stories have been printed across so many different collections that it can be very hard to keep track of it all. I regularly see Moebius fans - new and old - complaining about this confusion, even to the point of accidentally buying the same work multiple times. My goal here is to lay out a clear and thorough catalogue of all Moebius work which has been published in English. This includes creating a full list of every Moebius work which has been translated into English, as well as a cataloguing which of these works were included in every collected edition printed to date. Whether you want to find which stories were included in a particular edition, or to track down a collection that includes one particular story, you should be able to do it with a simple search of this post (Ctrl + F).
In this guide I will be including all works published under the pseudonym Moebius, as well as earlier works which were published under his real name Jean Giraud. I will not be including works on which Moebius was only the writer or works by other authors to which Moebius contributed work, although I may add an additional section for these later if there is demand for it.
For anyone who is only interested in information on which editions are currently available for purchase you can skip to Section 2, as well as the first parts of Sections 4, 5, and 6.
This guide will be divided into six sections:


Please don’t hesitate to leave comment or send me a private message if you discover any errors in this guide, or if you have any additional information to add. I will try to get the guide updated ASAP whenever new information becomes available. My intention, and hope, is for this guide to become a definitive source for English language Moebius collected editions.
I want to make this as open and readable as possible for newcomers, while also being as thorough as possible, so I welcome feedback and recommendations regarding the readability of this guide. All feedback is appreciated!
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SECTION 1: A complete list of all Moebius works which have been translated into English.

This section lists every individual Moebius work which has been translated into English. All titles are listed with the date of their earliest English release, regardless of the format of this release. Titles are listed in order of release date, with some longer series grouped under their earliest entry. Page counts are included where available. The writer is noted in cases where work was collaborative. In cases where a story was published under more than one title I have used the title of the most recent publication.

Blueberry (16 volumes) (1965 - 1996)
Arzach (6 volumes) (1977)
The Long Tomorrow (1977) (16 pages) (Writer: Dan O’Bannon)
Approaching Centauri (1977) (6 pages) (Writer: Philippe Druillet)
Major Fatale (1977) (13 pages)
It’s a Small Universe (1977) (8 pages)
Is Man Good? (1977) (10 pages)
Ballade (1977) (9 pages)
Black Thursday (1977) (2 pages)
The Airtight Garage (1977 - 1980) (99 pages)
Marvels of The Universe (1978) (1 page)
Free Fall/Absoluten Calfeutrail (1978) (8 pages)
Jungle Gysm (1978) (1 page)
Syants Fikshun Digest (1 page)
Hit Man (1978) (12 pages)
Split the Little Space Pioneer (1979) (2 pages)
Untitled [I don't want to sound like I'm paranoid...] (1979) (1 page)
Ktulu (1979) (5 pages)
A Tale of Christmas (1979) (3 pages)
The Mysteries of Eroticism No.1 (1980) (1 page)
Shore Leave on Pharagonesia (1980) (26 pages)
The Mysteries of Eroticism No.2 (1980) (1 page)
Rock City (1980) (7 pages)
The White Citadel (1980) (6 pages)
Blackbeard and the Pirate Brain (1981) (5 pages)
Double Escape (1981) (2 pages)
There is a Prince Charming on Phenixon (1980) (4 pages)
The White Nightmare (1981) (12 pages)
One of 4,070 Variations on "The" Theme (1981) (4 pages)
You're the Object of This and That (1981) (4 pages)
An Adventure of John Watercolor (1981) (1 page)
The Detour (1981) (7 pages)
Wounded Knee (1981) (2 pages)
Afloat (1981) (1 page)
The Invaders (1981) (1 page)
The Horny Goof (1981) (24 pages)
Metamorphosis (1981) (24 Illustrations)
The Incal (6 volumes) (1981 – 1988)
The Emerald Lake (1982) (4 pages)
The Twinkle in Fildegar’s Eye (1983) (7 pages)
Celestial Venice (1986) (9 pages)
The Gold Digger (1987) (5 pages)
The Words of Chief Seattle (1987) (3 pages)
The Legend of Arzach (1987) (5 pages)
Christmas on Lipponia (1987) (3 pages)
The Artifact (1987) (4 pages)
The Edena Cycle (11 Volumes) (1987 - 2018)
Journey to the Center of an Unfaithful Body (1988) (2 pages)
The Hunt for the Vacationing Frenchman (1988) (6 pages)
The Apple Pie (1988) (4 pages)
Silver Surfer: Parable (1988 - 1989) (46 pages)
Young Blueberry (3 volumes) (1989 - 1990)
The Eyes of The Cat (1990) (56 pages) (Writer: Alejandro Jodorowsky)
In the Heart of the Impregnable Metabunker (1990) (8 pages)
Aedena (1990) (6 pages)
Nuggets and Thieves (1990) (2 pages)
Blanco, King of the Prairie (1990) (4 pages)
Deima (1990) (7 pages)
Jim Cutlass: Mississippi River (1991) (60 pages)
King of the Buffalo (1991) (10 pages)
The Man from the Ciguri (1992 - 1993) (52 pages)
Madwoman of the Sacred Heart (1996) (192 pages)
Angel Claws (1997) (72 pages)
Second Sunrise over New Mombasa (2006) (14 pages)
The story of an idea (2007) (8 pages)
XIII Volume 17: The Irish Version (2013) (48 pages)
After the Incal Vol. 1: The New Dream (2014) (60 pages)
Inside Moebius (3 Volumes) (2018)
Memories (2020) (6 pages) (Writer: Albert Patin De La Fizelére)
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SECTION 2: A list of Moebius collected editions in English which are currently available to purchase.

This section will list every collected edition currently available for purchase which contains Moebius work in English. This includes works that are actively in print, as well as works that are out of print but still readily available for purchase at or below cover price. I will also list the contents of every edition so they can be cross referenced with the comprehensive list in Section 1. In this section I will list the release date alongside each collected edition. This list will be divided by publisher.

Dark Horse

Moebius Library: The World of Edena (2016) (344 pages) (Hardcover)
Moebius Library: The Art of Edena (2018) (176 pages) (Hardcover)
Moebius Library: Inside Moebius Part 1 (2018) (216 pages) (Hardcover)
Moebius Library: Inside Moebius Part 2 (2018) (248 pages) (Hardcover)
Moebius Library: Inside Moebius Part 3 (2018) (248 pages) (Hardcover)

Humanoids

The Eyes of The Cat: The Yellow Edition (2013) (56 pages) (Hardcover)
The Incal (2015) (308 pages) (HardcoveSoftcover)
The Incal Deluxe Coffee Table Edition #5: The Fifth Essence Part 1 (2013) (48 pages) (Hardcover)
The Incal Deluxe Coffee Table Edition #6: The Fifth Essence Part 2 (2014) (48 pages) (Hardcover)
Madwoman of The Sacred Heart (2016) (192 pages) (Hardcover)
Angel Claws (2019) (72 pages) (Hardcover)
Angel Claws Deluxe Coffee Table Edition (2013) (75 pages) (Hardcover)
Arzach Classique (2011) (56 pages) (Hardcover)

Graphitti Designs

Moebius 4: Blueberry (1989) (252 pages) (Hardcover)
Moebius 5: Blueberry (1990) (304 pages) (Hardcover)
Moebius 6: Young Blueberry (1990) (168 pages) (Hardcover)
Moebius 8: Blueberry (1991) (240 pages) (Hardcover)
Moebius 9: Blueberry (1991) (180 pages) (Hardcover)

Marvel

Silver Surfer: Parable 30th Anniversary Edition (2020) (88 pages) (Softcover)
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SECTION 3: A list of Moebius collected editions in English which are currently out of print.

In this section I will list every collected edition of Moebius work which was previously published in English but is no longer available. I will exclude any edition which is no longer available but which has since been replaced by an edition which is functionally equal or superior. I will also list the contents of every edition so they can be cross referenced with the comprehensive list in Section 1. In this section I will list the release date alongside each collected edition. This list will be divided by publisher.

Dark Horse

Moebius #0: The Horny Goof & Other Underground Stories (1990) (72 pages) (Softcover)
Moebius: Arzach (1996) (80 Pages) (Softcover)
Moebius: H.P.’s Rock City TPB (1996) (84 Pages) (Softcover)
Moebius: The Man from The Ciguri (1996) (80 Pages) (Softcover)
Moebius: Madwoman of the Sacred Heart (1996) (144 Pages) (Softcover)
Moebius: The Exotics (1996) (84 Pages) (Softcover)

Humanoids

The Eyes of the Cat Deluxe Coffee Table Edition (2011) (56 pages) (Hardcover)
The Incal Deluxe Coffee Table Edition #1: The Black Incal (2013) (48 pages) (Hardcover)
The Incal Deluxe Coffee Table Edition #2: The Luminous Incal (2013) (48 pages) (Hardcover)
The Incal Deluxe Coffee Table Edition #3: What Lies Beneath (2013) (56 pages) (Hardcover)
The Incal Deluxe Coffee Table Edition #4: What Is Above (2013) (60 pages) (Hardcover)
The Incal: Oversized Deluxe Edition (2019) (324 pages) (Hardcover)
Final Incal: Oversized Deluxe Edition (2014) (216 pages) (HardcoveSlipcase)

Graphitti Designs

Moebius ½: The Early Mœbius & Other Humorous Stories (1991) (60 pages) (Softcover)
Moebius 1 (1987) (272 pages) (Hardcover)
Moebius 2 (1988) (220 pages) (Hardcover)
Moebius 3: The Incal (1988) (312 pages) (Hardcover)
Moebius 7 (1990) (220 pages) (Hardcover)

Marvel

Halo: The Graphic Novel (2006) (128 pages) (Hardcover)
Silver Surfer: Parable 30th Anniversary Oversized Edition (2019) (88 pages) (Hardcover)

Epic (Marvel Imprint)

Moebius 1: Upon a Star (1987) (76 pages) (Softcover)
Moebius 2: Arzach & Other Fantasy Stories (1987) (76 pages) (Softcover)
Moebius 3: The Airtight Garage (1987) (124 pages) (Softcover)
Moebius 4: The Long Tomorrow & Other Science Fiction Stories (1987) (74 pages) (Softcover)
Moebius 5: The Gardens of Aedena (1988) (76 pages) (Softcover)
Moebius 6: Pharagonesia & Other Strange Stories (1988) (76 pages) (Softcover)
Moebius 7: The Goddess (1990) (88 pages) (Softcover)
Moebius 8: Mississippi River (1991) (68 pages) (Softcover)
Moebius 9: Stel (1994) (84 pages) (Softcover)
Blueberry 1: Chihuahua Pearl (1989) (100 pages) (Softcover)
Blueberry 2: Ballad for a Coffin (1989) (124 pages) (Softcover)
Blueberry 3: Angel Face (1989) (100 pages) (Softcover)
Blueberry 4: The Ghost Tribe (1990) (100 pages) (Softcover)
Blueberry 5: The End of the Trail (1990) (96 pages) (Softcover)
Marshal Blueberry 1: The Lost Dutchman’s Mine (1991) (116 pages) (Softcover)
Lieutenant Blueberry 1: The Iron Horse (1991) (52 pages) (Softcover)
Lieutenant Blueberry 2: Steelfingers (1991) (52 pages) (Softcover)
Lieutenant Blueberry 3: General Golden Mane (1991) (100 pages) (Softcover)
Catalan Communications
Young Blueberry #1 - Blueberry's Secret (1989) (60 pages) (Softcover)
Young Blueberry #2 - A Yankee Named Blueberry (1990) (60 pages) (Softcover)
Young Blueberry #3 - The Blue Coats (1990) (60 pages) (Softcover)

Egmont/Methuen

Lieutenant Blueberry 1: Fort Navajo (1977) (48 pages) (Softcover)
Lieutenant Blueberry 2: Thunder in the West (1977) (48 pages) (Softcover)
Lieutenant Blueberry 3: Lone Eagle (1978) (48 pages) (Softcover)
Lieutenant Blueberry 4: Mission to Mexico (1978) (48 pages) (Softcover)

Dargaud International

The Man with the Silver Star: A Lieutenant Blueberry adventure (1983) (47 pages) (Softcover)

Mojo Press

The Blueberry Saga (1996) (292 pages) (Softcover)

Heavy Metal Presents

Heavy Metal Presents - Arzach (1977) (64 pages) (Softcover)
Heavy Metal Presents - Is Man Good? (1978) (54 pages) (Softcover)
Heavy Metal Presents - Moebius (1981) (100 pages) (Softcover)
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SECTION 4: A list of Moebius works which have been released English but never published in a collected edition.

This section will list all Moebius work which has been translated and published in English, but never published in a collected edition. This includes magazines, pamphlets, single issue comics, and other similar print formats. I will also list the contents of every edition so they can be cross referenced with the comprehensive list in Section 1. In this section I will list the release date alongside each collected edition. This list will be divided by publisher.

Part 1: Currently Available

The story of an idea (2007) (12 pages) (Pamphlet)
Heavy Metal #300 (2020) (80 pages) (Magazine)

Part 2: Out of Print

Heavy Metal: Volume 2 #1 (1978) (100 pages) (Magazine)
Heavy Metal : Volume 2 #10 (1979) (100 pages) (Magazine)
Heavy Metal: Volume 3 #8 (1979) (100 pages) (Magazine)
Heavy Metal: Volume 4 #4 (1980) (100 pages) (Magazine)
Heavy Metal: Volume 4 #5 (1980) (100 pages) (Magazine)
Heavy Metal: Volume 7 #1 (1983) (100 pages) (Magazine)
Heavy Metal: Volume 11 #2 (1987) (100 pages) (Magazine)
Cheval Noir #46 (1993) (36 pages) (Single issue comic)
Cheval Noir #47 (1993) (36 pages) (Single issue comic)
Cheval Noir #48 (1993) (36 pages) (Single issue comic)
Cheval Noir #49 (1993) (36 pages) (Single issue comic)
Cheval Noir #50 (1994) (52 pages) (Single issue comic)
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SECTION 5: An overview of Major Moebius works which have never been released in English.

This section will list all major Moebius works which have never been translated or published in English. The works listed in Part 1 can be enjoyed without translation, although they do contain some text in French, and therefore they could still benefit from a translation. The works listed in Part 2 are far more text-heavy, and would benefit more from an English translation.

Part 1: Textless works and works which can be enjoyed largely without translation:

40 Days dans le Désert B (1999)
Le Fauna De Mars (2011)

Part 2: Books which still require translation:

Blueberry (6 volumes) (1969 – 2007)
Le Chasseur Déprime (2008)
Arzak L'Arpenteur (2010)
Le Major (2011)

NOTE: Contributions to this section are very welcome. I believe there are quite a few smaller works missing, but it has proved quite difficult tracking these down as all of the sources I can find are in French. If any readers are familiar with the remaining untranslated work please consider leaving a comment or sending me a private message.
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SECTION 6: Moebius Art books.

In this section I will give an overview of all Moebius art books, including those which are out of print. There is some overlap between the work in many of these books, and it is not feasible to provide a list of their contents, so I will try to include a link to a video review/overview where possible. I will focus on the English edition where one is available, however many of these books have been printed in multiple languages, and the non-English editions are often much easier to track down.

Part 1: Currently Available

Chroniques Métalliques et Chaos (2019) (182 pages) (Hardcover)
“Moebius” - Max Ernst Museum Exhibition Catalogue (2019) (272 pages) (Hardcover)

Part 2: Out of Print

Starwatcher (1986) (104 pages) (Hardcover)
Venise Céleste (1984) (104 pages) (Hardcover)
Made in L.A. (1988) (136 pages) (Hardcover)
The Art of Moebius (1989) (91 pages) (Hardcover)
Quatre-vingt huit (1990) (72 pages) (Hardcover)
Chaos (1991) (96 pages) (Hardcover)
Metallic Memories (1992) (96 pages) (Hardcover)
Virtual Meltdown: Images of Moebius (1993) (188 pages) (Hardcover)
Fusion (1995) ( pages) (Hardcover)
Transe Forme (2010) ( pages) (Hardcover)

Part 3: Art Portfolios

[Section to be added at a later date. Contributions are very welcome].
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Sources:
http://www.europeancomics.net/
https://www.comics.org/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean_Giraud
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blueberry_(comics))
https://archive.org/details/LieutenantBlueberry01FortNavajo/page/n1/mode/2up
https://archive.org/details/LieutenantBlueberry02ThunderInTheWest
https://archive.org/details/LieutenantBlueberry03LoneEagle
https://archive.org/details/LieutenantBlueberry04MissionToMexico
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2020.09.30 17:07 AliceOfSinnoh [USA] [H] PS4 Games, Saturn games, GBA games, 3DS games, Megaman 7 (SNES), Megaman X2 (SNES), Popful Mail (Sega CD), Misadventures of Tron Bonne (PSX), Persona 5 Take Your Heart Edition (PS4), PS Vita Assassin's Creed Edition, Neo Geo Pocket Color, collectibles, more inside [W] CIB Pokemon games

Hello everyone!
I'm a Pokemon collector trying to knock out the last few gaps in my Pokemon collection. Hopefully you'll find something here that interests you. Thanks for looking!
9/29 update - added Persona 5 Take Your Heart Edition (PS4)
9/28 update - added PS Vita Assassin's Creed Edition, Megaman 7 (SNES), Megaman X2 (SNES), Megaman's Soccer (SNES), Speed Racer (SNES); organized the list a bit
9/27 update - added Cyber Troopers Virtual On (Saturn), Borderlands 3 Claptrap figure, Plague Knight plush, Balloonicorn plush, TF2 Pinny Arcade set, Persona 4 pins and keychains, Medabots trading card folder, Sonic action figure, Sonic iron-on patch set, many Megaman collectibles

What I'm trading:

Name System/Type Condition/Notes Pics
Battletoads Genesis Case and game only. Cartridge is in very good condition. Case art is in good condition. Hang tab on the case is missing. Here
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Popful Mail Magical Fantasy Adventure SEGA CD Complete (instruction manual, foam block spacer, insert card, and longbox jewel case). Manual is in very nice condition with just some minor wear on the embossed SEGA CD logo. Registration cards and insert card are intact. Disc is near-mint, I don't see any scratches on it. Some very minor shelf wear on the longbox case (mostly some light scuffing), but it's intact with no real damage that I can see. Overall this game is in excellent condition, displays very nicely. Probably the best you'll get, short of finding one still sealed. Here
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Cyber Troopers Virtual On Saturn Complete (instruction manual and longbox jewel case). Disc is in very good condition (few minor scratches). Manual's registration card and pages are intact. Longbox shows a little shelfwear. Overall very good condition. Here
Rayman Saturn Complete (instruction manual and longbox jewel case). Disc is in good condition (some scratches). Manual's a little worn, but the registration card and pages are intact. Longbox is scuffed and shows shelfwear. Overall good condition. Here
Tomb Raider Saturn Complete (instruction manual and longbox jewel case). Disc is in good condition (some scratches). Manual's a little worn, but the registration card and pages are intact. Longbox is scuffed and cracked. Here
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Sonic Adventure 2 Dreamcast Disc only. Disc is in good condition (some minor scratches). Here
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Final Fantasy Chronicles (Greatest Hits) PSX Complete (instructions and jewel case). Discs are in good condition (some minor scratches). Manual shows some creasing and wear. Here
Chrono Cross PSX Complete (instructions and jewel case). Discs are in good condition (some minor scratches). Manual and art in good condition but the case is pretty much a writeoff (cracked/broken, price sticker residue). Here
Misadventures of Tron Bonne PSX Complete (instructions, jewel case, and demo disc). Discs are in very good condition (some minor scratches). Former rental but in very good shape. Case has minor crack on the inside flap, and manual cover has been reinforced/"laminated" with plastic tape. Here
Spyro the Dragon PSX Complete (instructions and jewel case). Disc in good condition (some minor scratches). Case and manual show some wear. Here
Spyro: Ripto's Rage PSX Complete (instructions and jewel case). Disc is in good condition (some minor scratches). Case and manual show some wear (tear on the manual, imperfections in the case). Here
Medarot R (JP) PSX Complete (instructions and jewel case). Disc in good condition (some minor scratches). Here
Super Adventure Rockman (JP) PSX Complete (instructions, all three discs, and jewel case). Discs are in very good condition (some minor scratches). Here
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Action Replay Max for Playstation 2 PS2 I believe this is complete (includes tin, manual, disc, and USB stick). I'm afraid I don't know too much about it, though. Here
Metal Gear Solid: Essential Collection PS2 Complete (instructions, cases, box, and all discs). Outer cardboard box is in fair condition with creases, shelfwear, and adhesive residue. Cases, discs, and manuals are all in very good condition. Here
Sly Cooper and the Thievius Raccoonus (Greatest Hits) PS2 Complete (instructions and case). Disc in excellent condition. Here
Sly 2: Band of Thieves (Greatest Hits) PS2 New. Sealed. Here
Sly 3: Honor Among Thieves PS2 New. Sealed. On the back of the case, there's a minor tear in the shrinkwrap, and a small scratch on the case. Here
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Persona 4 Take Your Heart Premium Edition PS4 New. Sealed. Excellent condition. Here
Megaman Zero/ZX Legacy Collection PS4 New. Sealed. Here
Megaman X Legacy Collection PS4 New. Sealed. Here
Megaman Legacy Collection 1 & 2 PS4 Legacy Collection 1 is complete (stickers, reference card, and insert included). Legacy Collection 2 is disc and art only (pre-owned copy from Gamestop). Both discs are in excellent condition. Here
Borderlands: Game of the Year Edition PS4 Complete (insert, map, and case). Disc is in excellent condition. Here
Borderlands: The Handsome Collection PS4 Complete (insert and case). Disc is in excellent condition. Here
CTR Crash Team Racing Nitro Fueled (Nitros Oxide & Pin Bundle) PS4 New. Sealed. Includes preorder bonus dashboard bobble figurine. Here
SpongeBob Squarepants Battle for Bikini Bottom Rehydrated PS4 New. Sealed. Here
Crash Bandicoot N-Sane Trilogy PS4 New. Sealed. Here
Marvel Iron Man VR PS4 New. Sealed. Here
Playstation 4 DualShock Controller (Black) PS4 New. Sealed. Here
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PS Vita Assassin's Creed III Liberation Limited Edition Bundle Vita Complete (big box, inner cardboard box, instruction booklet, quick start guides, insert card, game and memory card tray, power cable, AR card packet, system). I bought this new when it first came out solely to play Persona 4 Golden, and didn't log very much time with this system (maybe about 20 or 30 hours at the most). The screen has had a protector on it to protect from scratches (which I've since removed and discarded to take photos). It's spent most of its life in a soft padded carrying case (included) and hasn't seen any play whatsoever in the last several years. Cosmetically, the system is in excellent condition. I never played the included game at all, and most of the inserts were left in the box (the AR cards are still sealed). While testing the system, I noticed the touchscreen is sometimes too sensitive and sometimes not sensitive enough. I don't know if that's common with the Vita or not, nor do I know if it's an easy fix, so I'm offering this one as is. Here
Persona 4 Golden Vita Complete (game card and case). Game card is in excellent condition. Here
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Megaman 7 SNES Cart only. Cart is in very good condition. Here
Megaman's Soccer SNES Cart only. It's a bit difficult to tell, but the back "half" of the cartridge's plastic seems to be a very slightly different color than the front "half". Here
Megaman X2 SNES Cart only. Cart is in very good condition. Here
Speed Racer in My Most Dangerous Adventures SNES Complete (box, insert tray, dust cover, manual, poster). Cart is in very good condition, box is intact but has some shelf wear and damage (scratches, a small puncture on one of the sides). Here
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Super Mario Maker 2 Switch New. Opened but never played. Complete (game and case). Here
Starlink Battle for Atlas Switch New. Sealed. (Game only, none of the bundle items included.) Here
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Megaman X-Treme GBC Complete (insert, manuals, inner cardboard tray, and box). Box is in excellent condition. Cart is in very good condition (some minor scratches on back). RetroProtection box protector included. Here
Megaman Zero 3 GBC Complete (insert, manuals, inner cardboard tray, and box). Box is in very good condition (minor crease on front right corner, near "3"). Cart is in very good condition (some very minor scratches on back). RetroProtection box protector included. Here
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Advance Wars GBA Loose, cart only. Cart is in decent condition. Some wear on the label on the front. Gamestop price sticker on back. Here
Megaman Battle Network 3 Blue (EU) GBA (English language.) Loose, cart only. Some label damage. Here
Megaman Battle Network 4 Blue Moon GBA Loose, cart only. Cart is in good condition. Gamestop price sticker on back. Here
Megaman Zero GBA Loose, cart only. Cart is in good condition. Gamestop price sticker on back. Here
Battle Network Rockman EXE 2 (JP) GBA Loose, cart only. Cart is in very good condition. Here
Battle Network Rockman EXE 5 Team of Blues (JP) GBA Loose, cart only. Cart is in very good condition. Here
Battle Network Rockman EXE 5 Team of Blues (JP) GBA Loose, cart only. Cart is in very good condition. Here
Battle Network Rockman EXE 5 Team of Colonel (JP) GBA Loose, cart only. Cart is in very good condition. Here
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Megaman ZX Advent DS Complete (manual, inserts, and case). Here
Pokemon Pearl (UAE Version) DS (English language.) New. Sealed. Here
Legend of Zelda Phantom Hourglass (Manual) DS Manual only, no box or game. Good condition. Here
Cooking Mama (Manual) DS Manual only, no box or game. Good condition. Here
Pokemon Ranger (Manual) DS Manual only, no box or game. Good condition. Here
Pokemon Diamond (Manual) DS Manual and insert only, no box or game. Good condition. Here
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Pokemon Sun 3DS Complete (insert and case). Here
Pokemon X 3DS Complete (insert and case). Here
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Neo Geo Pocket Color (Console) NGPC Loose, console only. Some very minor scratches on the screen, and some wear on the casing. Battery terminals are clean, works well. Here
Rockman Battle and Fighters NGPC Loose, cart only. Cart is in very good condition. Here
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Mighty No. 9 Kickstarter Rewards Collectible New. Manual and "US-Style" box, unfolded, from Udon and Fangamer, as a reward for backing the game to a certain point. Here
Metroid Other M Art Folio Collectible New. Sealed. Preorder bonus for Metroid Other M. Here
Borderlands 3 Claptrap Vinyl Figure (Tiny Tina Edition) Collectible New. Box has some shelf wear. Here
Shovel Knight "Plague Knight" Plush Collectible New. Sealed in a drawstring bag (this is how it came from WeLoveFine). Here
Team Fortress 2 "Pink Mini Balloonicorn" Plush Collectible New. Sealed. Here
Team Fortress 2 Pinny Arcade Pin Trading Set of 4 Collectible New. Sealed. Four pins featuring the RED team's Spy, Pyro, Soldier, and Scout. Here
Team Fortress 2 Pinny Arcade "Balloonicorn" Pin Collectible New. Here
Dota 2 Coaster Collectible New. Sealed. At least, I think it's a coaster...? This came from PAX West. Here
Persona 4 Yasogami High School Deluxe Lapel Pin (Sanshee) Collectible New. Sealed. Here
Persona 4 Keychain set of 2 (Sentai Filmworks) Collectible New. Sealed. Keychains featuring Teddie and the Persona 4 tarot card design. Here
Persona 4 Teddie Pin set of 3 (Udon) Collectible New. These are "blind bag" pins made by Udon; the black bags below each pin are how they were distributed at PAX West. Three different expressions (surprised, angry, and Shadow Teddie). Here
Medarot (Medabots) Official Card File Collectible New, but loose. "Not for sale" promo folder that holds trading cards, featuring art of various Medabots. Dated 1997/2000, art looks to be circa Medarot 3. Here
Medarot (Medabots) Sailormate Keychain Collectible New with tag. It's a keychain of a "chibi" version of Sailormate. Here
Sonic the Hedgehog Action Figure Collectible New. Sealed. Articulated figure of Sonic with various expressions and accessories on a stand, made by Tomy. Here
"SegaSonic" Sonic the Hedgehog 1991/1992/1993 Iron-on "Wappen" Patch set of 8 Collectible New. Sealed. Set of eight different Sonic iron-on patches from the early 90s, released circa the Sonic 1 through Sonic CD era. Here
Megaman X4 Racing Champions "Double" Die Cast Car Collectible New. Sealed. Card has a little shelf wear, some minor creasing. Here
Rockman X3 (Megaman X3) Carddass System File Collectible New. Sealed. Album that holds trading cards. Here
Rockman (Megaman) 15th Memorial Anniversary Calendar 2002 Collectible New. Sealed. Vintage Japanese wall calendar from around the time of the first Rockman EXE (Megaman Battle Network) game's release. Includes an unused sticker sheet featuring mostly Megaman Battle Network characters, but also some Megaman Legends characters. Here
Rockman EXE 5 e-Capcom Knightman Wristband Collectible New. Sealed. "Not for sale" preorder bonus through e-Capcom for Rockman EXE 5 (Megaman Battle Network 5), featuring Knightman's emblem. Here
Protoman Plush Collectible New. Sealed. Here
Megaman Plush Collectible New. Sealed. Here
Megaman Legends Servbot Keychain (Happy) Collectible New in package. This is an articulated figure of a Servbot from Megaman Legends, made as a tie-in item with "Toron ni Kobun" (Misadventures of Tron Bonne). This one has a happy expression. Here
Megaman Legends Servbot Keychain (Happy) Collectible New in package. This is an articulated figure of a Servbot from Megaman Legends, made as a tie-in item with "Toron ni Kobun" (Misadventures of Tron Bonne). Same as the one above, this one also has a happy expression. Here
Megaman Legends Servbot Keychain (Sad) Collectible New in package. This is an articulated figure of a Servbot from Megaman Legends, made as a tie-in item with "Toron ni Kobun" (Misadventures of Tron Bonne). This one has a sad expression. Here
Megaman Legends Servbot Keychain (Crying) Collectible New in package. This is an articulated figure of a Servbot from Megaman Legends, made as a tie-in item with "Toron ni Kobun" (Misadventures of Tron Bonne). This one has a crying expression. Here
Megaman Legends Servbot Keychain (Dizzy) Collectible New in package. This is an articulated figure of a Servbot from Megaman Legends, made as a tie-in item with "Toron ni Kobun" (Misadventures of Tron Bonne). This one has a dizzy expression. Here
Megaman Legends Servbot Bobble Buddy Collectible New. Sealed. It's a bobblehead shaped like a ball -- the body tucks inside the head for storage. Here
Rockman (Megaman) Zero 4 e-Capcom Canvas Tote Collectible Loose, but in good condition. It's a small canvas tote bag made as a tie-in with Megaman Zero 4's Japanese release. Here
Rockman EXE (Megaman Battle Network) "Official Center ID Capsule Pendant" Collectible New. Sealed. It's a pendant made as a tie-in for one of the Megaman Battle Network games. Here
Ryuusei no Rockman (Megaman Star Force) Geo's Pendant Collectible New. Sealed. This was a preorder bonus for buying the Japanese version of Megaman Star Force. Here
Rockman DASH (Megaman Legends) Pencilboard Collectible New. Front side features the Servbots, reverse features the Japanese box art for Megaman Legends. Here
Rockman (Megaman) 15th Anniversary Decal Sheets Collectible New, unused. Three large sticker sheets total. These are adhesive decals that were given to video game stores in Japan to advertise Megaman's 15th anniversary (which puts them at around 2002). Here
Capcom Promotion Express Newsletter Set of 3 Collectible New. These are three different issues of Capcom's newslettemagazine, used to advertise their then-upcoming games around 2005. Each comes in a cool clear plastic folder featuring the Capcom logo. Here
Kobun (Servbot) Action Figure "#12" Collectible New in package. "Not for sale" promo item released as a preorder bonus for the Japanese release of "Misadventures of Tron Bonne". It's a small articulated figurine of a Servbot from the Megaman Legends games. This one has a crying expression and comes with a cannonball accessory, among others. Here
Kobun (Servbot) Action Figure "#20" Collectible New in package. "Not for sale" promo item released as a preorder bonus for the Japanese release of "Misadventures of Tron Bonne". It's a small articulated figurine of a Servbot from the Megaman Legends games. This one has a blank expression and comes with a headset accessory, among others. Here
Kobun (Servbot) Action Figure "#28" Collectible New in package. "Not for sale" promo item released as a preorder bonus for the Japanese release of "Misadventures of Tron Bonne". It's a small articulated figurine of a Servbot from the Megaman Legends games. This one has a scared expression and comes with a fish accessory, among others. Here
Kobun (Servbot) Action Figure "#32" Collectible New in package. "Not for sale" promo item released as a preorder bonus for the Japanese release of "Misadventures of Tron Bonne". It's a small articulated figurine of a Servbot from the Megaman Legends games. This one has a dizzy expression and comes with a wrench accessory, among others. Here
Kobun (Servbot) Action Figure "#36" Collectible New in package. "Not for sale" promo item released as a preorder bonus for the Japanese release of "Misadventures of Tron Bonne". It's a small articulated figurine of a Servbot from the Megaman Legends games. This one has a nervous expression and comes with a paper airplane accessory, among others. Here
Kobun (Servbot) Action Figure "#39" Collectible New in package. "Not for sale" promo item released as a preorder bonus for the Japanese release of "Misadventures of Tron Bonne". It's a small articulated figurine of a Servbot from the Megaman Legends games. This one has a sleeping expression and comes with a paper airplane accessory, among others. Here
Kobun (Servbot) Action Figure "#40" Collectible New in package. "Not for sale" promo item released as a preorder bonus for the Japanese release of "Misadventures of Tron Bonne". It's a small articulated figurine of a Servbot from the Megaman Legends games. This one has a screaming expression and comes with a curried rice plate accessory, among others. Here
Kobun (Servbot) Action Figure "Red Head Parts" Collectible New in package. "Not for sale" promo item released as a preorder bonus for the Japanese release of "Misadventures of Tron Bonne". It's a small articulated figurine of a Servbot from the Megaman Legends games. This one is the "red head parts" favorite that Tron Bonne selects at the end of the game. He has a frowning expression and comes with a sack of zenny accessory, among others. Here
Kobun (Servbot) Squeezable Stress Gripper Collectible New in package. This is a squeeze toy of a Servbot from the Megaman Legends games. This one has a crying expression. Here
Kobun (Servbot) Squeezable Stress Gripper Collectible New in package. This is a squeeze toy of a Servbot from the Megaman Legends games. This one has a dizzy expression. Here
Kobun (Servbot) Squeezable Stress Gripper Collectible New in package. This is a squeeze toy of a Servbot from the Megaman Legends games. This one has a laughing expression. Here
Kobun (Servbot) Squeezable Stress Gripper Collectible New in package. This is a squeeze toy of a Servbot from the Megaman Legends games. This one has a happy expression. Here
Kobun (Servbot) Squeezable Stress Gripper Collectible New in package. This is a squeeze toy of a Servbot from the Megaman Legends games. This one has a scared expression. Here

What I'm looking for:

Right now, I'm only really interested in CIB games in good condition to finish my Pokemon set. Loose cartridges don't interest me much.
High priority wants:
Lower priority wants:
If you think you have anything I might want, feel free to make an offer. Thanks again for looking!
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2020.09.30 16:38 Julia-f Planner suggestion?

I am looking for a new planner for 2021 and these are my preferences! Btw it doesn't have to fit all of them but as many as possible
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2020.09.30 16:19 Maico80 ANSWERS - Can you identify this place - Week 2

Hi again /brampton - here are the results from yesterday's quiz.
#1 – Train Station Park (Almond Park) – Honestly, I have no information about this park or why it was set-up to look like this. This was a random park I came across while cycling in the area and I thought the entrance and themed playground looked different than most of the cookie cutter playgrounds around the city. I didn’t see any plaques with information about the park, or if there used to be a train station or tracks in the area. There is however a train station in Drummondville, QC – so there’s that. Surprised so many people knew about it already, expected it to be one of the tougher images to identify.

#2 – Mini Moo Barn at Chinguacousy Park – It’s the Mini Moo Farm barn at Ching Park. It’s tiny, has sheep, ponies, donkeys, chickens, other animals, and weird hours. I’ve not met a kid that hasn’t enjoyed Mini Moo, and you can get pony rides and feed some of the animals. If you’ve never been, just go – if you don’t like it, go play mini putt, check out the tropical gardens, or anything else at Ching Park.

#3 – Memorial Arena - Nestled between McMurchy Avenue and Elliot St, just south of Queen St. Memorial Arena is located on the former Brampton fairgrounds park area. It houses both hockey and lacrosse names, and has a long history in both.
From Doors Open Ontario - Located in front of Old Fairgrounds Park, the Memorial Arena is a significant heritage building with a structurally complex roof and original hinged wooden spectator seating and boxes. The arena was built to honour those who lost their lives in the Second World War, and contains the first artificial ice rink constructed in Brampton.
Memorial Arena was also featured on Hometown Hockey on Sportsnet/CBC.
Video 1 - https://streamable.com/i5xewg
Video 2 – Sportsnet w/ Ron McLean & Tara Sloane (2 Ads at beginning)

#4 – Air Canada Flight 621 Crash Memorial @ Purple Lilac Park – There’s no way for me to do full justice to this in one paragraph, so I’ll instead link to external site.
Brampton.ca – Air Canada Flight 621 50th Anniversary (https://www.brampton.ca/EN/City-Hall/Protocol-Office/Brampton-Remembers/Pages/Air-Canada-Flight-621-Crash-50th-Anniversary.aspx)
Wikipedia - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Air_Canada_Flight_621

#5 – Franceschini Bridge – This is a pedestrian bridge that spans across the 410, between Williams Parkway and Bovaird, connecting the Bramalea Limited Community Park to the Lakelands Village area. This was a former quarry bridge that was used to haul gravel out of the Franceschini pit on the west side of the 410. Left abandoned for years, it has now been refurbished and re-opened for pedestrian use. You'll likely have seen it in a whole bunch of City media, as it is quite colorful and well done.
https://www.brampton.ca/EN/Business/planning-development/urban-design/Documents/2019/Franceschini%20Bridge.pdf
The bridge can be accessed via the Esker Lake Trail at Bramalea Community Park, which runs from Balmoral Recreation Centre, all the way north through Heart Lake Conservation Park (approx 8km). If we get back to normal, I expect it to continue to be part of some of the routes on the "Bike The Creek" event that runs each summer (and one that I recommend joining!)

Bonus Question - That is a Banded Wooly Bear caterpillar, as some of you guessed. What I find interesting about them is that they come out of their eggs in the fall as the temperatures drop, so they are a telltale sign of autumn. Even cooler (no pun intended) is that they stay in the caterpillar form right through winter, until their body freezes completely (kind of, they produce an antifreeze like substance in them, but they are frozen stiff) and it thaws out again in the spring to then cocoon and turn into an Isabella Tiger Moth. For those who guessed Yellow Wooly Bear, very good, however this one is hiding it's black bands while crawling, and is darker than the yellow version. Still impressive if you knew that off the top of your head.
So that's it for this week. As for the who got the most correct, in order of response time:
ukuk8 - 5 correct (first one to answer @ 10:39)
dorrdon - 5 correct (12:04)
Antman013 - 5 correct (17:08)
There were a number of you that got 4 ( LemonCandy123, Bullets_TML) and many more who participated with correct answers too.

If anyone has any any interesting stories about the above places, go ahead and share them below - we had some great ones last week and learning more about all these places is my favourite part of this.
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2020.09.30 16:05 Julia-f Help me find my perfect planner!

I am looking for a new planner for 2021 and these are my preferences! Btw it doesn't have to fit all of them but as many as possible
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2020.09.30 15:27 Abraxis_Siren Toxic entitled roommate thinks she's owed the world

This started back in early to mid 2017 and ended mid to late 2018 when my GF and I moved out of a crappy apartment in the Bay area after our last roommate who was no better than the apartment itself.
We posted online about an available room, the options and facilities in the apartment, and that a credit check was required. We had several applicants but we quickly filtered out several bad fits as given Bubbles commission work we knew we couldn't have kids running about where they could get hurt by straight pins or ruin paid work by pulling at half done projects. There was one we wish we could have accepted but we couldn't wait 6 months for them to be free of their lease unfortunately. We settled on someone younger than the both of us who had one of those government jobs that got your roommates checked out for any kind of potential security issues and we didn't have any indication that there would be any problems. For ease of the story let's call her Candice.
She was fine with the fact that we work with a sewing machine at night, accepted that the complex policy on guests was no more than 2 continuous weeks, we were upfront that we understood she was in a relationship and may want her boyfriend over but to please let us know a week in advance so we could shove off to give them privacy and that we'd do the same for her. We laid out the division of rent and utilities and that we didn't mind sharing food if she wanted to do that and a few other usual things so she knew what she'd be getting into before the credit check.
Candice passed the credit check, We passed the security check and she moved in.
Friends, cleaning and Candice
Despite the offer of shared expenses Candice insisted on not sharing costs on food or toiletries which was fine but we kept the utilities in our name and asked her to repay us part. We split the rent 60-40 as we had the bigger bedroom compared to her and at first she was okay with this. We were fine with her hours and even if Bubbles never said a word I welcomed Candice home at night and wished her luck when she left in the morning. If we made too much food I talked to Bubbles about offering some to Candice who said if a particular item wasn't to her taste after finishing it off.
Months after things started to become a bit off with Candice occasionally snapping at me when I said welcome home which I brushed off as having a bad day and refusing to clean up the bathroom at all. Not when she clogged the drain after shaving, not the toilet for any reason, and certainly not the sink or floors. I just cleaned everything as I had with our first two roommates and thought nothing of it aside from the clogged drain with it's long curly hair was a little nasty.
We delivered on our promise to give Candice a heads up on friends coming over a week in advance and we had our friend Dipper who hooked us up with NoCredit Nimrod and Bandman prior to Candice and he was a cool guy. Laid back, easy to get along with, a volunteer with programs that organized outdoors trips for disabled youths and a part time student at Berkeley College. He was over for only a few hours and we chatted about what he was doing now, how his mum and cat were and if he had sorted out where he wanted to go after Berkley.
Candice came home and Dipper gave her an enthusiastic greeting which she scoffed at before stomping into her room and slamming the door. After Dipper left she came out growling about how we ought to have told her we had company and how embarrassed she was and that she could have spent the night with her boyfriend instead. I told her we had the Sunday before and I reminded her again on Wednesday that Dipper was coming by in the evening on Friday. She didn't like this and stomped back into her room.
Months later our former roommate Bandman came by who freelanced as an assistant audio tech for local bands and was nearly always drumming out whatever beat was in his head. He had with him a heavy metal fan with a bunch of patches on his jacket and we had a good time. The buddy noticed I was hand sewing and applique into a skirt and asked if I could put a patch back on his vest which I happily did. Candice thought they were both too noisy and to be fair they were but we still gave her proper warning.
The last time we had friends over was for a sleepover three months before me and my GF eventually moved out. Dipper and his ex Wendy who we met in D&D were gonna sleep on air mattresses in the living room after we had pizza and binge watched some anime as a farewell party. I absolutely told Candice this a week in advance and that it was going to be an overnight sleepover with two others. Somehow she misunderstood that they were in fact sleeping over and would be here in the morning and yelled when she walked in on Wendy in the bathroom in the wee hours of the morning.
Can't you pay for me?
After the first incident with Dipper stopping by Candice started to try and get us to agree to reducing what she paid as we had the bigger room we refused as we couldn't afford a rent increase like she was proposing. She tried to argue that I can find work if I got serious and I got trauma flashbacks to the time my Mom kicked me out of the house for two weeks. My GF defended me saying I had a medical condition that made work hard and that I was indeed trying to find work. I was miffed but Candice left off as the mere thought of confrontation upset Bubbles. I let it go at the time even though I was upset.
We got a notice from property management about rent increases as they had every year and Bubbles and I were alarmed as it was $150 this year. Bubbles broke down crying as we barely managed last year's increase which we'd split evenly with Bandman and I told her we'll do the same this time and see if we can scare up any discounts as California had a lot of programs to help out low income residents. Candice was upset as well but pitched a fit about the even split of the increase and insisted it be 60-40 same as the rent, we refused. This increase was for all parties and we actually were paying $590 less than new residents and it was only fair she got the same deal as all our previous roommates with increases split evenly. She argued and Bubbles retreated while I stood our ground. Candice stomped into her room and didn't come out for the rest of the night.
I heard Candice talking to her mom over the phone about how unreasonable we were not to split the rent increase the same way we split rent and I got to hear her mom's input clear as day. Her mom agreed that it was reasonable to split all rent increases evenly when roommates had already agreed to a less than even distribution of rent from the get go as the increase was no one's fault but the Management companies and they had good reasons for it. Candice screamed at her mom for not having her side and that there was no way she could afford it, couldn't mom just send money like she had for Candice's sister? I tuned the conversation out after that.
Next morning Candice came out of her room with a brilliant idea that if the three of us went to the property manager saying that there were two people on social security in the apartment that he'd have to reduce rent to its original amount and I told her that wasn't going to happen. She argued that the affordable housing act dictated that housing be at a reasonable cost for low income disabled adults and that this would be fine. I did however humor Candice as we went downstairs to let the Manager pop this bubble since by now I'd learned that our new roomie discredited everything I said since I was unemployed. Candice was shut down and instead of stomping to her room she stomped out of the complex to her car and drove off for the day.
Candice came back a week later whining about how she can't afford rent and that we owed her for the hotel she booked for that week. Not happening as that was an unnecessary cost she opted for since she had a room with us and could have stayed with her boyfriend who she insisted had a house somewhere in town. I said in what I thought was a reasonable way that if she bought fewer things on Amazon or used Audible instead she could still do the same things she always does but with less cost. I got a look like I'd grown a second head and she quickly got in my face about how she sold the books she bought on Amazon as soon as she finished reading them and that she always got her money back so it didn't cost her a thing.
Note Candice got three to four packages several times a week that we agreed to pick up for her when we checked the mail and it was always books ordered through Amazon Prime. The reason I suggested that she could use Audible for books as the cost for that would result in a net savings and Audible had a lot of ways to earn credits you could use to buy books without spending cash if you kept an eye out for them.
Not sure what I did wrong but she blew up that she needed the books and needed Prime and that it really didn't cost her anything and how dare I try to talk to her about money when I hadn't had a job in weeks. She started to rant at me for not having a job and I told her that she had no right to treat me differently than my GF when we both have a medical condition that affected our vision. She insisted it wasn't that bad so I went to the room where Bubbles and I worked to get an eye-patch and grabbed cooking spray from the kitchen and returned holding them up.
She was confused until I dared her to put her money where her mouth was and to spray her glasses with the cooking spray until it was blurry and to wear the eye-patch and see how long she could go in the apartment without running into anything and to try and read a book. She sputtered about how impossible that would be for her and I shut her up again saying if she was not man enough to take on a pointless challenge to understand what life was like for her disabled roommate then she needed to shut the hell up with her ableist talk. That I didn't care how Bubbles felt about confrontation, if Candice disrespected my condition again we were going to have words.
This won me sour looks from then on but after 4 months of her treating me like I was less of a person than her I was glad for the look if it meant she bit her tongue. Some of you may say this was harsh for the first occurrence but each time before my GF stood up for me and told Candice in a far more polite fashion that I was indeed doing my best to find and keep work and that work had always been a struggle for me. Candice also tried to get Bubbles to get work but as Bubbles is on SSI for a condition far worse than mine that could blind her without warning she wasn't capable of conventional work.
First month of new rent and I took down Bubbles and my portion and left Candice to do hers and thought nothing of it. At the end of the week the Property Manager came up saying he needed 75 dollars as we were short and I knew for a fact that my GF had written her check for the proper amount and I asked him to wait while I fetch Candice as she must have forgotten that rent was changing this month. She was not pleased but I put my foot down that the increase was getting split evenly and that adults had to make sacrifices which Bubbles and I had and that she had better do it as well.
There was much sulking and moaning that she couldn't go out for dinner with her boyfriend that night and I said tough stuff. I'm sure he'll understand that Management increased rent and the money had to come from somewhere. Candice paid up but was not happy about it. Next day after she brought her boyfriend over and honestly he was a bit of a teddy bear, I liked him well enough and explained that I was between jobs and Bubbles was on social security and a rough rundown on how severe our vision problems were and he wasn't a pussy about the eye patch and cooking spray dare. Even lasted a good seven minutes!
I even showed him the notice about the rent increase and told him that we split the increase evenly and he understood. He promptly turned around and said if Candice needed help with rent he'd happily give her the $75 every month to make it easier on all of us. She paled and said he didn't have to, that she could handle it. Somehow she always had enough for the months even after refusing to let him help and that she'd find a way. She also didn't give up her Amazon Book orders and moaned at, then chewed out her mom for not sending money and that she was out of pocket for the added expense. I felt bad for her mom but it wasn't my place to say anything about that.
Stop making any kind of noise!
After Christmas Candice adopted a few new habits such as trying to tell us off for using the serger after 9pm and keeping her awake, I thought this stank as Candice had once boasted she lived by the trolley and had slept through it's late night runs prior to the credit check. We stopped using the serger after nine but maintained sewing so that come morning when she was at work we could finish the seams without worry but she kept complaining.
We had always played music when working but it was never at what we thought was an offensive volume but without even asking us to turn it down Candice would stomp from her room into the work room to turn it off completely before heading back to her room. This caused Bubbles to have a panic attack once as there had never been a word that the music was a problem and my GF insisted we give up on music outside our personal devices after Candice came home to avoid any confrontation.
With the music stopped Candice started in on me saying that my talking was keeping her up and that I needed to be quieter. I know I have more volume to me naturally compared to Bubbles and I did try to moderate that but having the attention span of a terrier I forgot a lot. Came to find out that it didn't really matter where I was in the apartment or how many walls were between me and Candice she'd come out to tell me off and it was causing my GF bad anxiety and she didn't even want to talk after this nightmare of a woman came home.
I drew the line at texting though, Bubbles was texting me instead of talking to me in the same room and I decided this was the hill I was gonna go down on since no one treated my girl like crap and made her suffer several panic and anxiety attacks without so much as apologizing or acknowledging that they were causing trauma. We all lived here and I was done letting this sad excuse of my gender bully my soon to be fiance.
It didn't take long for Candice to storm out of her room to shut me up one night and I heard her open the door to our workspace but I maintained my volume and spoke about our newest project and what measurements had to be adjusted, Candice stood in the doorway of our workroom and she had quite a view.
Me in downward dog over 4 yards of pure white gabardine that I was pinning a side panel of a wedding dress to with my ass pointed at the door and Bubbles with her back to the door looking at the customers measurements on a tablet to see what I needed to alter. I looked between my knees at Candice and smiled before cutting the cheese right at her. It was quite an offensive smell since we had made something spicy in the afternoon and she retreated gagging. All the while I talked about how much time we had and how difficult this fabric was to handle.
Interestingly she gave up on trying to shut me up after the stinkbomb.
The Move
Tensions were high as my GF and I prepared to move to Arizona and we knew we'd have to get rid of a lot of stuff. We talked it over and agreed to categorize our stuff into red yellow and green for things we absolutely had to take, things we might take, and things we couldn't be bothered to take. I offered Candice her pick of the red listed items in case she wanted them like one of our two dressers, our smaller bookcases, our former roommates cookware etc.
GF and I made lists of red, yellow, green of what we were going to take no negotiations, things we would have to leave no negotiations, and things we could go either way but would need compensation for Candice if left behind.
By this point I headed every conversation with Candice as she stressed Bubbles out to no end and I made it clear we were taking the TV, the two big bookshelves, microwave, toaster oven, Emerl cookware, my bed, my dresser and our sewing machines. Things we were willing to give/sell to her included the smaller bookshelves, the cheap cookware my parents sent with me, my old coffee pot, Bubbles modern dresser, could sell her the faux leather couch and some other things.
Candice really wanted the big bookshelves for free which were on the green list to go with us and I told her no,the small ones were on offer. She put her hand on my TV and said she wanted it. Now, this TV is special to me and I'm protective of it. It's a 30" Sony Bravia with AVI and HDMI ports so I can play on my Gamecube, Playstation, and Gamecube and has multiple preset channels including one for my Video Eye which is a CCTV for reading but instead of a huge stationary scanner it's a camera on a swing arm that can project what it's aimed at onto a screen.
It was the last thoughtful gift I got from my mother before moving out and the very last one she and Dad got for me together before she threw fits at having to share her name with anything when it came to Dad. It’s sentimental value far exceeded its physical ghost and compatibility with my devices.
I told her no, not at all, that was coming and if she had her heart set on the couch she could pay us half what we paid as it was used. Wash rinse repeat the whining and moaning about how she didn't have a TV or cash to pay for one and it would be nice if I could just give it as an apology for the last few months. When it was clear I wasn't budging on the Bravia she tried to do the same with the microwave.
Now our new apartment did have a Microwave and we didn't really need this one but I was not gonna give this whiny bitch who mistreated her mother any freebies and certainly not a $300 gift that I fought tooth and nail with a Post Office to get delivered. Everything went well even with Candice saying she wanted to be in the apartment when my dad arrived and I gave her 3 weeks warning on the ETA of when we were packing the U-haul, somehow she didn't manage to arrange a day off from work.
Dad and I hauled everything from 30 minutes after Candace left for work until an hour before she was set to come home. Bubbles tried to clean up as we emptied rooms but her poor vision made that a study in frustrated tears and me helping out where I could. We packed all the green list items except the microwave and toaster oven into the U-haul with a bunch of necessary things to settle in and we realized that we'd need to make two trips.
I felt horrible about this as Dad took a week off work that he originally was going to use to visit family in Texas and I called Candice to try and negotiate her shipping our remaining things at our expense and she got as huffy with me as she did with her mother. Insisting that she'd need no less than 8 weeks to settle her things into our old room and move her boyfriend in before she could even consider shipping our crap. I must have looked like I was about to spew smoke cuz Dad said not to even bother offering compensation he'd make the extra trip.
Bubbles felt bad for not cleaning anything up but I felt nothing as Dad packed the truck and U-haul to capacity and Bubbles handed her keys to the property manager as we left, I kept mine as I knew Candice. She never delivered on any promise and Dad would need a way into the apartment in 2 days when he drove back to get our things. She didn't respond to me attempting to put her in contact with Dad so she could be home when he drove back and I waited in the back of a packed Tacoma until we passed by Bakersfield.
Then I told her I still had my keys, must have forgotten they were in my pocket and I'd send them back with Dad when he went back for our things, suddenly she had time to respond and even called me to demand those keys right then and there. Told her that was impossible and she'd just have to wait and deal with it. The trip to Arizona was uneventful and Bubbles and I started unpacking the next day as Dad went back to the Bay Area and we tried not to think about the situation.
Next evening I got a nasty text from Candice that Dad didn't bother to clean up the apartment after he left and that we'd left things in the living room and bedroom and that he'd come when she was at work. To be fair we would have cleaned up as a courtesy but Candice's toxicity had been a drain for the 4 months prior to the move and there was no agreement that we would. The complex covered the cost of waste management and I told her she could throw everything left behind out at her leisure as we had all that we needed and that we knew she had moved the positions of my toaster oven and Microwave as if she fully intended to keep them for herself despite me having told her multiple times that they would not, and never would be, hers.
She threatened to sue us for the cost of hauling it to the dump and I told her that waste management costs were covered by the complex and she didn't need to pay. She just had to throw everything in the dumpster. I also asked why she had gone to work when she knew damn well Dad was coming over with my keys after she threw a fit about not wanting a stranger in 'her' apartment. She had no defense for her absence but said she'd sue. I wished her luck with that and hung up.
We had nothing for 6 months which is when we got a letter (we'd given Candice our address when we had hoped she'd ship our things) when we got a huge manila envelope from Candice. It had several pages showing pictures of trash we'd left behind and one featured my small appliance in their swapped position. I felt nothing seeing these images that were designed to incite pity in the state of the rooms but the rooms fit her personality to a T.
Included was a 3 page rant wishing misfortune and malice upon Bubbles and I for 'forcing' her to pay to haul trash and taking 'her' appliances. She admitted to being laughed out of the courthouse for trying to sue us and said she'd thought about driving all the way to Arizona to give us a piece of her mind as we weren't mature enough to live independently and that we ought to give up and move in with our parents as that's clearly all we were worth.
I smiled and threw the whole set out and silently wished her boyfriend luck with that.
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2020.09.30 14:43 MulciberTenebras Turner Classic Movies (TCM) - The Full U.S. Schedule for October 2020, with Horror film classics and Star of the Month: PETER CUSHING

Thursday - October 1st, 2020

TCM Spotlight: Celebrating 30 Years of the Film Foundation

Friday – October 2nd, 2020

FRIGHT FAVORITES

Saturday – October 3rd, 2020

The ESSENTIALS

Sunday – October 4th, 2020

TCM Birthday Tribute: BUSTER KEATON

Monday – October 5th, 2020

Star of the Month: PETER CUSHING

Tuesday – October 6th, 2020

Wednesday – October 7th, 2020

ANDY GRIFFITH

Thursday – October 8th, 2020

TCM Spotlight: Celebrating 30 Years of the Film Foundation

Friday – October 8th, 2020

FRIGHT FAVORITES

Saturday – October 9th, 2020

The ESSENTIALS: Three of a Kind

Sunday – October 11th, 2020

LEMMON & MATTHAU

Monday – October 12th, 2020

Star of the Month: PETER CUSHING

Tuesday – October 13th, 2020

Wednesday – October 14th, 2020

PRESIDENTIAL BIOPICS

Thursday – October 15th, 2020

TCM Spotlight: Celebrating 30 Years of the Film Foundation

Friday – October 16th, 2020

FRIGHT FAVORITES

Saturday – October 17th, 2020

The ESSENTIALS: Gene Kelly

Sunday – October 18th, 2020

ALMOST LOST

Monday – October 19th, 2020

Star of the Month: PETER CUSHING

Tuesday – October 20th, 2020

Wednesday – October 21st, 2020

SCOUNDRELS & SPITBALLERS

Thursday – October 22nd, 2020

TCM Spotlight: Celebrating 30 Years of the Film Foundation

Friday – October 23rd, 2020

FRIGHT FAVORITES

Saturday – October 24th, 2020

The ESSENTIALS: Jan Sterling

Sunday – October 25th, 2020

VAN HEFLIN

Monday – October 26th, 2020

Star of the Month: PETER CUSHING

Tuesday – October 27th, 2020

Wednesday – October 28th, 2020

ELECTION STORIES

TCM Spotlight: Celebrating 30 Years of the Film Foundation

Friday – October 30th, 2020

FRIGHT FAVORITES

Saturday – October 31st, 2020 [HALLOWEN]

The ESSENTIALS: Nuclear Nightmare

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2020.09.30 14:32 LChris24 "We Remember": Forgotten Truths and the Royces (Spoilers Extended)

One of my favorite theories that currently exists today is A Cold Death in the Snow: The Killing of a Ranger by u/joemagician, which is an absolute must read about Waymar Royce facing the Others.
In that same vein of thought I wanted to discuss some things about the Royces, as well as explore their magical runic armor to see if it would have made any difference.

Background on House Royce

The Royces of Runestone blazon their arms with black iron studs on bronze, bordered with runes - House Heraldry
We Remember - the word of House Royce -Heraldry
History
Were known as the Bronze Kings and wore the Runic Crown:
Farther south, the wealthy harbor town of Gulltown on the Bay of Crabs was ruled by Osgood Shett, Third of His Name, a grizzled old warrior who claimed the ancient, vainglorious title King of the True Men, a style that supposedly went back ten thousand years to the Dawn Age. Though Gulltown itself was seemingly secure behind its thick stone walls, King Osgood and his forebears had long been waging an intermittent war against the Bronze Kings of Runestone, a more powerful neighbor from a house as old and storied as their own. Yorwyck Royce, Sixth of That Name, had claimed the Runic Crown when his sire died in battle three years previous, and had proved to be a most redoubtable foe, defeating the Shetts in several battles and driving them back inside their town walls. -The World of Ice and Fire, The Vale
They have since intermarried with the Andals since, but are descendants of the First Men:
Sweeping through the Vale with fire and sword, the Andals began their conquest of Westeros. Their iron weapons and armor surpassed the bronze with which the First Men still fought, and many First Men perished in this war. It was a war—or a series of many wars—which likely lasted for decades. Eventually some of the First Men submitted, and, as I noted earlier, there are still houses in the Vale who proudly proclaim their descent from the First Men, such as the Redforts and the Royces. -TWOIAF, Ancient History: The Arrival of the Andals
and:
Not all the lords and kings of the First Men were so foolish as to invite their conquerors into their halls and homes. Many chose to fight instead. Chief amongst these was the aforementioned Bronze King, Yorwyck VI of Runestone, who led the Royces to several notable victories over the Andals, at one point smashing seven longships that had dared to land upon his shores and decorating the walls of Runestone with the heads of their captains and crews. His heirs carried on the fight after him, for the wars between the First Men and the Andals lasted for generations.
The last of the Bronze Kings was Yorwyck's grandson, Robar II, who inherited Runestone from his sire less than a fortnight before his sixteenth nameday yet proved to be a warrior of such ferocity and cunning and charm that he almost succeeded in stemming the Andal tide. -TWOIAF, The Vale
So we have this first men house that wears a Runic Crown and lives at Runestone and basically runes runes runes everywhere (serious even the cadet branch has runes in their heraldry). And their words, "We Remember?" what exactly do they remember?
First lets take a look at this "magic" armor.

Magical Royce Armor

Ancient Bronze Plates covered in Runes:
The armor which Lord Royce wears is said to be ancient, made of bronze plates covered in the runes of the First Men which supposedly have the virtue of defending the wearer from harm. -Heraldry
Yohn wears bronze:
They watched the heroes of a hundred songs ride forth, each more fabulous than the last. The seven knights of the Kingsguard took the field, all but Jaime Lannister in scaled armor the color of milk, their cloaks as white as fresh-fallen snow. Ser Jaime wore the white cloak as well, but beneath it he was shining gold from head to foot, with a lion's-head helm and a golden sword. Ser Gregor Clegane, the Mountain That Rides, thundered past them like an avalanche. Sansa remembered Lord Yohn Royce, who had guested at Winterfell two years before. "His armor is bronze, thousands and thousands of years old, engraved with magic runes that ward him against harm," she whispered to Jeyne. Septa Mordane pointed out Lord Jason Mallister, in indigo chased with silver, the wings of an eagle on his helm. He had cut down three of Rhaegar's bannermen on the Trident. The girls giggled over the warrior priest Thoros of Myr, with his flapping red robes and shaven head, until the septa told them that he had once scaled the walls of Pyke with a flaming sword in hand.
Andar and Robar wear steel ornamented with bronze:
Other riders Sansa did not know; hedge knights from the Fingers and Highgarden and the mountains of Dorne, unsung freeriders and new-made squires, the younger sons of high lords and the heirs of lesser houses. Younger men, most had done no great deeds as yet, but Sansa and Jeyne agreed that one day the Seven Kingdoms would resound to the sound of their names. Ser Balon Swann. Lord Bryce Caron of the Marches. Bronze Yohn's heir, Ser Andar Royce, and his younger brother Ser Robar, their silvered steel plate filigreed in bronze with the same ancient runes that warded their father. The twins Ser Horas and Ser Hobber, whose shields displayed the grape cluster sigil of the Redwynes, burgundy on blue. Patrek Mallister, Lord Jason's son. Six Freys of the Crossing: Ser Jared, Ser Hosteen, Ser Danwell, Ser Emmon, Ser Theo, Ser Perwyn, sons and grandsons of old Lord Walder Frey, and his bastard son Martyn Rivers as well.-AGOT, Sansa II
They seem to offer no protection against normal weapons:
His last match of the day was against the younger Royce. Ser Robar's ancestral runes proved small protection as Ser Loras split his shield and drove him from his saddle to crash with an awful clangor in the dirt. Robar lay moaning as the victor made his circuit of the field. Finally they called for a litter and carried him off to his tent, dazed and unmoving. Sansa never saw it. Her eyes were only for Ser Loras. When the white horse stopped in front of her, she thought her heart would burst. -AGOT, Sansa II
and:
At the Great Council of 101 AC, the Arryns played little role, as Lady Jeyne was in her minority. To the Council in her stead came the Lord Protector of the Vale, Yorbert Royce of Runestone. One of the mightiest houses of the Vale, the Royces still boast proudly of their descent from the First Men and their last great king, Robar II. Even to this day, the Lords of Runestone go into battle clad in the bronze armor of their forebears, etched with runes that are said to ward the armor's wearer from harm. Alas, the number of Royces who have died whilst wearing this runic armor is daunting. Furthermore, Maester Denestan in his Questions speculates that the armor is far less ancient than it appears. -TWOIAF, Ancient History: House Arryn

Other Runes

"Similar" runes seem to pop up in other important places too:
"The Others." Sam licked his lips. "They are mentioned in the annals, though not as often as I would have thought. The annals I've found and looked at, that is. There's more I haven't found, I know. Some of the older books are falling to pieces. The pages crumble when I try and turn them. And the really old books . . . either they have crumbled all away or they are buried somewhere that I haven't looked yet or . . . well, it could be that there are no such books, and never were. The oldest histories we have were written after the Andals came to Westeros. The First Men only left us runes on rocks, so everything we think we know about the Age of Heroes and the Dawn Age and the Long Night comes from accounts set down by septons thousands of years later. There are archmaesters at the Citadel who question all of it. Those old histories are full of kings who reigned for hundreds of years, and knights riding around a thousand years before there were knights. You know the tales, Brandon the Builder, Symeon Star-Eyes, Night's King . . . we say that you're the nine hundred and ninety-eighth Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, but the oldest list I've found shows six hundred seventy-four commanders, which suggests that it was written during . . ." -AFFC, Samwell I/ADWD, Jon II
and:
We can state with certainty, however, that men have lived at the mouth of the Honeywine since the Dawn Age. The oldest runic records confirm this, as do certain fragmentary accounts that have come down to us from maesters who lived amongst the children of the forest. One such, Maester Jellicoe, suggests that the settlement at the top of Whispering Sound began as a trading post, where ships from Valyria, Old Ghis, and the Summer Isles put in to replenish their provisions, make repairs, and barter with the elder races, and that seems as likely a supposition as any. -TWOIAF, The Reach: Oldtown
  • The Ancient Crown of the Kings of Winter
The ancient crown of the Kings of Winter had been lost three centuries ago, yielded up to Aegon the Conqueror when Torrhen Stark knelt in submission. What Aegon had done with it no man could say. Lord Hoster's smith had done his work well, and Robb's crown looked much as the other was said to have looked in the tales told of the Stark kings of old; an open circlet of hammered bronze incised with the runes of the First Men, surmounted by nine black iron spikes wrought in the shape of longswords. Of gold and silver and gemstones, it had none; bronze and iron were the metals of winter, dark and strong to fight against the cold. -ACOK, Catelyn I
If you are interested here is a post on this crown/Robb's remake.
  • Rattleshirt
The wildling hissed in anger, and his mount reared. He did rattle, Jon could hear it; the bones were strung together loosely, so they clacked and clattered when he moved. "It's your bones I'll be rattling soon, Halfhand. I'll boil the flesh off you and make a byrnie from your ribs. I'll carve your teeth to cast me runes, and eat me oaten porridge from your skull. -ACOK, Jon VIII
  • Tormund
Beside the brazier, a short but immensely broad man sat on a stool, eating a hen off a skewer. Hot grease was running down his chin and into his snow-white beard, but he smiled happily all the same. Thick gold bands graven with runes bound his massive arms, and he wore a heavy shirt of black ringmail that could only have come from a dead ranger. A few feet away, a taller, leaner man in a leather shirt sewn with bronze scales stood frowning over a map, a two-handed greatsword slung across his back in a leather sheath. He was straight as a spear, all long wiry muscle, clean-shaved, bald, with a strong straight nose and deepset grey eyes. He might even have been comely if he'd had ears, but he had lost both along the way, whether to frostbite or some enemy's knife Jon could not tell. Their lack made the man's head seem narrow and pointed. -ASOS, Jon I
and:
The armbands were old gold, solid and heavy, engraved with the ancient runes of the First Men. Tormund Giantsbane had worn them as long as Jon had known him; they had seemed as much a part of him as his beard. "The Braavosi will melt these down for the gold. That seems a shame. Perhaps you ought to keep them." -ADWD, Jon XI
  • Oldstones
The lid of the sepulcher had been carved into a likeness of the man whose bones lay beneath, but the rain and the wind had done their work. The king had worn a beard, they could see, but otherwise his face was smooth and featureless, with only vague suggestions of a mouth, a nose, eyes, and the crown about the temples. His hands folded over the shaft of a stone warhammer that lay upon his chest. Once the warhammer would have been carved with runes that told its name and history, but all that the centuries had worn away. The stone itself was cracked and crumbling at the corners, discolored here and there by spreading white splotches of lichen, while wild roses crept up over the king's feet almost to his chest. -ASOS, Catelyn V
  • Ice
Ser Ilyn bowed before the king and queen, reached back over his shoulder, and drew forth six feet of ornate silver bright with runes. He knelt to offer the huge blade to Joffrey, hilt first points of red fire winked from ruby eyes on the pommel, a chunk of dragonglass carved in the shape of a grinning skull.**
Sansa stirred in her seat. "What sword is that?" -ASOS, Tyrion VIII
  • The "Horn of Joramun"
The horn was huge, eight feet along the curve and so wide at the mouth that he could have put his arm inside up to the elbow. If this came from an aurochs, it was the biggest that ever lived. At first he thought the bands around it were bronze, but when he moved closer he realized they were gold. Old gold, more brown than yellow, and graven with runes. -ASOS, Jon X
and:
Jon turned in his saddle, frowning. And Joramun blew the Horn of Winter and woke giants from the earth. That huge horn with its bands of old gold, incised with ancient runes … had Mance Rayder lied to him, or was Tormund lying now? If Mance's horn was just a feint, where is the true horn? -ADWD, Jon XII
But then see what happens when the runes are burned:
Lady Melisandre watched him rise. "FREE FOLK! Here stands your king of lies. And here is the horn he promised would bring down the Wall." Two queen's men brought forth the Horn of Joramun, black and banded with old gold, eight feet long from end to end. Runes were carved into the golden bands, the writing of the First Men. Joramun had died thousands of years ago, but Mance had found his grave beneath a glacier, high up in the Frostfangs. And Joramun blew the Horn of Winter, and woke giants from the earth. Ygritte had told Jon that Mance never found the horn. She lied, or else Mance kept it secret even from his own.
...
The Horn of Joramun burst into flame.
It went up with a whoosh as swirling tongues of green and yellow fire leapt up crackling all along its length. Jon's garron shied nervously, and up and down the ranks others fought to still their mounts as well. A moan came from the stockade as the free folk saw their hope afire. A few began to shout and curse, but most lapsed into silence. For half a heartbeat the runes graven on the gold bands seemed to shimmer in the air. The queen's men gave a heave and sent the horn tumbling down into the fire pit. -ADWD, Jon III
  • House Blackwood
Amongst the houses reduced from royals to vassals we can count the Flints of Breakstone Hill, the Slates of Blackpool, the Umbers of Last Hearth, the Lockes of Oldcastle, the Glovers of Deepwood Motte, the Fishers of the Stony Shore, the Ryders of the Rills...and mayhaps even the Blackwoods of Raventree, whose own family traditions insist they once ruled most of the wolfswood before being driven from their lands by the Kings of Winter (certain runic records support this claim, if Maester Barneby's translations can be trusted). -TWOIAF: The North: The Kings of Winter
As I mentioned not all of these are super magical in nature, but all of them are at least on the fringes and show the amount of magic going on at the time that runes were being used.

The Royce Words

The Royce words We Remember, have always fascinated me. What exactly do they remember? Is that why they wear the armor?
I thought it would be interesting to note some unrelated quotes that might help bring out some thoughts:
The Age of Heroes lasted for thousands of years, in which kingdoms rose and fell, noble houses were founded and withered away, and greet deeds were accomplished. Yet what we truly know of those ancient days is hardly more than what we know of the Dawn Age. The tales we have now are the work of septons and maesters writing thousands of years after the fact—yet unlike the children of the forest and the giants, the First Men of this Age of Heroes left behind some ruins and ancient castles that can corroborate parts of the legends, and there are stone monuments in the barrow fields and elsewhere marked with their runes. It is through these remnants that we can begin to ferret out the truth behind the tales. -TWOIAF, Ancient History: The Age of Heroes
and:
"The secrets of the old gods," said Jojen Reed. Food and fire and rest had helped restore him after the ordeals of their journey, but he seemed sadder now, sullen, with a weary, haunted look about the eyes. "Truths the First Men knew, forgotten now in Winterfell … but not in the wet wild. We live closer to the green in our bogs and crannogs, and we remember. Earth and water, soil and stone, oaks and elms and willows, they were here before us all and will still remain when we are gone." -ADWD, Bran III
and:
When Bran repeated that to Osha, she laughed aloud. "Your wolves have more wit than your maester," the wildling woman said. "They know truths the grey man has forgotten." The way she said it made him shiver, and when he asked what the comet meant, she answered, "Blood and fire, boy, and nothing sweet." -ACOK, Bran I

Waymar vs. The Other

In the linked theory, the Other seems apprehensive then defeats Waymar easily. Is it possible that the runes would have offered some protection?
It does not seem Waymar was wearing his set (if he has one) of Royce runic armor:
Ser Waymar Royce was the youngest son of an ancient house with too many heirs. He was a handsome youth of eighteen, grey-eyed and graceful and slender as a knife. Mounted on his huge black destrier, the knight towered above Will and Gared on their smaller garrons. He wore black leather boots, black woolen pants, black moleskin gloves, and a fine supple coat of gleaming black ringmail over layers of black wool and boiled leather. Ser Waymar had been a Sworn Brother of the Night's Watch for less than half a year, but no one could say he had not prepared for his vocation. At least insofar as his wardrobe was concerned. -AGOT, Prologue
And while the runic armor does not seem to offer any advantage against normal weapons, it could be similar to dragonglass:
Sam cleared his throat. "S-sire. The dagger . . . the dragonglass only shattered when I tried to stab a wight."
Melisandre smiled. "Necromancy animates these wights, yet they are still only dead flesh. Steel and fire will serve for them. The ones you call the Others are something more." -ASOS, Samwell V
And while the runes possibly do have some type of magic intertwined in them that was forgotten, I do doubt it would have protected him against the Others.
Some final thoughts
A Bronze Dagger Covered in Runes seems to hold some value still:
"No. I brought you these." Ser Jorah produced his pair of gloves, and slapped them down on the table beside the other gifts the widow had received this morning: a silver goblet, an ornate fan carved of jade leaves so thin they were translucent, and an ancient bronze dagger marked with runes. Beside such treasures the gloves looked cheap and tawdry. -ADWD, Tyrion VII
Even though these runes don't seem "magical" these quotes continue to reinforce the idea that when runes were recorded magic was still plentiful in westeros:
During the long centuries when the First Men reigned supreme in Westeros, countless petty kingdoms rose and fell in the riverlands. Their histories, entwined and embroidered with myth and song, are largely forgotten, save for the names of a few legendary kings and heroes whose deeds are recorded on weathered stones in runes whose meanings are even now disputed at the Citadel. Thus, whilst singers and storytellers may regale us with colorful tales of Artos the Strong, Florian the Fool, Nine-Finger Jack, Sharra the Witch Queen, and the Green King of the Gods Eye, the very existence of such personages must be questioned by the serious scholar. -TWOIAF, Ancient History: The Riverlands
The description of this Ironborn raider sounds like an Other or someone wearing magical or valyrian steel armor:
Most infamous of all was Balon Blackskin, who fought with an axe in his left hand and a hammer in his right. No weapon made of man could harm him, it was said; swords glanced off and left no mark, and axes shattered against his skin.
Did such men ever truly walk the earth? It is hard to know since most supposedly lived and died thousands of years before the ironmen learned to write; literacy remains rare in the Iron Islands to this day, and those who have the skill are oft mocked as weaklings or feared as sorcerers. So much of what we know of these demigods of the dawn comes to us from the peoples they plundered and preyed upon, written in the Old Tongue and the runes of the First Men.
The lands the reavers plundered were densely wooded but thinly peopled in those days. Then as now, the ironborn were loath to go too far from the salt waters that sustained them, but they ruled the Sunset Sea from Bear Island and the Frozen Shore down to the Arbor. The feeble fishing boats and trading cogs of the First Men, which seldom ventured out of sight of land, were no match for the swift longships of the ironmen with their great sails and banks of oars. And when battle was joined upon the shores, mighty kings and famous warriors fell before the reavers like wheat before a scythe, in such numbers that the men of the green lands told each other that the ironborn were demons risen from some watery hell, protected by fell sorceries and possessed of foul black weapons that drank the very souls of those they slew. -TWOIAF: The Iron Islands
I'll be honest and say I have been trying to post this for long time and it never comes together quite like I wanted it to. I've deleted it several times because there really isn't a conclusion. So this morning I threw together the notes I had and decided to post as is. This could easily just be a case of world building and Im making connections where there aren't any.
That said the "magical" armor they have combined with the runes and their house words all make for a great little mystery.
TLDR: The runes inscribed in the Royce armor may be magical in some way, but there is no way of knowing if it would have protected Waymar in his fight against the Other.
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2020.09.30 11:35 Bragior SSR Character Discussion: Vania and Malinda

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A vampire princess and her dragon friend embark on a journey across the skies despite cries of disapproval. As they step into a new world together, their experiences and encounters make them braver and their relationship stronger.

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Recruit Condition

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Attributes

  • Element: Water
  • Race: Other
  • Style: Special
  • Max HP: 1240
  • Max ATK: 9000
  • Specialty: Staff, Melee

Charge Attack

Name Effect
Drakenadem Unworldly Water damage to a foe (Cap: ~2,160,000). Restore 20% of caster's HP (Cap: 1500). Consumes 2 Dragon Fruit. Can only be used when Dragon Fruit level is 2 or more.

Active Skills

Skill Level Obtained Border Color Cooldown Description
Blood Affection 1 Red 8 turns 400% Water damage to a foe (Cap: ~460,000) and remove 1 buff. Gain 1 Dragon Fruit. Upon successfully removing a buff: Gain 1 additional Dragon Fruit.
Blood Affection + 55 7 turns
Geluk 1 Yellow 9 turns Gain Dodge (2 times).
Geluk + 75 8 turns
Crimson Gift 45 Yellow 7 turns All allies gain Water ATK Up, Drain, and Shield. Boost to effects based on Dragon Fruit level.

Support Skills

Name Level Obtained Effect
'Cause We're the Best! 1 Start battle with 2 Dragon Fruit. Gain 1 Dragon Fruit level each turn (Max: 5). Boost to normal ATK, damage cap, and multiattack rate, and lower DEF based on Dragon Fruit level.
Gyoo... 1 Lower Dragon Fruit level by 2 and gain Hostility Down upon taking damage.

Extended Mastery Perks

Attack Defense Debuff Resistance ATK (Overdrive) Mode Bar
Attack Defense HP Water Attack C.A. Damage
Stamina C.A. Damage Hostility Down Healing

Status Effects

Status Origin Type Duration Removable Effect
Dragon Fruit Blood Affection; 'Cause We're the Best! Buff Indefinite No Used for skills.
Dodge All Geluk Buff Until used Yes Dodge all attacks for that turn. Activates up to 2 times.
Water ATK Up Crimson Gift Buff 3 turns Yes Boost to Water ATK. Effect based on number of Dragon Fruit. See gameplay notes.
Drain Crimson Gift Buff 3 turns Yes Recover HP based on damage dealt. Effect based on number of Dragon Fruit. See gameplay notes.
Shield Crimson Gift Buff 3 turns Yes Block damage up to a certain amount. Effect based on number of Dragon Fruit. See gameplay notes.

Gameplay Notes & Details

  • Requires completing Side Story: Fall of the Dragon - Ending to unlock their first Fate Episode.
Crimson Gift:
  • Effect values are based on the level of Dragon Fruit at the time the skill is cast:
Dragon Fruit Level Water ATK Up Drain Healing Cap Shield Effect
1-2 20% 500 1500
3-4 25% 1000 2000
5 30% 1500 2500
'Cause We're the Best!:
  • DEF down effect stacks with other DEF Down sources up to 99%.
  • Provides the following effects based on Dragon Fruit level:
Dragon Fruit Level ATK Up DMG Cap Up DA Up TA Up DEF Down
1 20% 3% 20% 6% 6%
2 40% 6% 40% 12% 12%
3 60% 9% 60% 18% 18%
4 80% 12% 80% 24% 24%
5 100% 15% 100% 30% 30%

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2020.09.30 08:51 ToesyToeNails FWI: What if RFID chips become mandatory?

Tech has a way of creeping into our life and becoming a necessity. Nobody had any need for a mobile phone in the 80's. You'd rarely have bosses calling you. You wouldn't need to call anywhere to get a job, it was all done via handing a resumé/CV into the workplace etc. Then it got to the point where to find work you had to be on your phone with a Yellow Pages book. Your boss would harass you over the phone asking if you can make it into work. Working on call started becoming more common etc. Everybody has a mobile phone now. Everybody has a number now.
Then phonecalls became replaced with emails. You now need an email address if you want a job. You apply to places through websites such as Indeed. Your primary way of contacting your manager is through email etc. Everybody has an email address now.
So what if RFID chips replaced currency? You go to work and earn credits on your chip. You pay for things by scanning your hand and credits are deducted.
Or maybe instead of currency your RFID chip holds crucial information such as your medical history, your criminal record, your passport etc.
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2020.09.30 08:43 granthinton I play music to dead people, today they played one back.

I’ve always found dead bodies fun to play with. Ever since I was a kid I’ve been fascinated. The way the skin changes colour, and the body deflates like it's been emptied out. How the eyes always creep open the teeniest bit when you really want them to stay shut. It’s creepy, I know.
It was my uncle Tom who gave me this morid curiosity when he died. I was only twelve at the time. I remember his open casket well. Mum tried to shoo me away from his bloated body and ashen skin, but I saw. She meant well, but from that point on, it was too late, I was hooked. Uncle Tom wasn’t glamourous in death, years of drinking and smoking aged his body from the inside out. I’m surprised the mortician made him presentable. He was a mess. Not like Linda here. She’s elegant, refined, equally as dead mind you, but much more glamorous.
I put it down to my playlist.
As soon as Linda was brought into the morgue I had visions of Audrey Hepburn and Gregory peck in Rome Holiday. She was regally tall with an angled face and button nose. Frank Sinatra’s “Love is a many splendored thing” entered my mind and I knew, in that instance, that it was perfect for her.
I played it on repeat when I prepared Linda for her funeral. Since day one, I’ve found that every person has a song. As I put the small spiked cups under their eyelids to keep them closed or superglue their mouth shut, their melodies create a perfect atmosphere. A resonance to their deaths.
The lady next to me smiles and squeezes my hand. I turn and smile back before Linda’s hand disappears from mine. I rise from the chair amidst the grieving faces, the chair next to me now vacant, and leave the gallery and Linda’s funeral. My job was apparent on the smiling, tear tracked faces of her family.
“They’re going to find out that you're not part of the party one day, Sean.”
I turn to see John, the funeral-home owner and my employer, in his plain grey suit and tie. His thin eyebrows rise, a look of mild concern clouds his face.
“They don’t see me,” I say noncommittally, motioning to the sea of people. “Grief blinds them. Plus, I like to observe.”
I know John doesn’t mind, not really, he just has to say it so he can protect himself from any complaints.
“I can understand you want to see your professionalism well-received, Sean. But don’t you think the family deserves the courtesy of knowing it was you who made their loved ones so graceful in death?”
I don’t need to mull over the question. I don’t like social interaction… well, not with the living anyway. “No, I don’t.”
John chuckles nervously, “I hope they give you the same respect you show them,” he says, handing me a plain brown folder. “The dead I mean. Here. Here’s your next one, he’s waiting downstairs for you. Service is tomorrow at 10 am,” he says, stuffing his hand into his pockets.
I nod and he rocks up onto his heels. I know he feels uncomfortable around me. Most people do.
“Okay. Well, if you need anything, uh… ” he searches for the word behind his awkwardness. “Any help, you know, with the, um, client. I’ll be here until 2 pm. So… ” he says, still waiting for the chance to bail.
I nod again and he shuffles off. From my pocket, I take a ledger. Written inside is my playlist. In neat letters next to Love is a many splendored thing, I write - Linda Schooner - then place it back inside my pocket.
The corridor displays calming picture quotes on route passed the offices.
We know you’d be with us today if heaven wasn’t far away.
Give all your cares and worries to God for he cares about you.
I’ve always found them artificial.
The elevator pings at my touch and opens. I notice a picture missing off to the right. The fresh square of paint is a window of age. I don’t recall what was there before, instead deciding to shrug it off.
As I ride down I open the folder, it details the next client, Jordan Grant, and the wishes for their presentation. Outside the morgue is his economy package casket. Compressed MDF wood with a rosewood timber veneer. My hands inspect the cotton lining inside. It’s simple, elegant, and much better than a sealed casket. No one likes an exploding coffin.
Through a heavy lead-based door leads to my domain. The morgue. It’s chilly, but I’ve become accustomed to it. My hands are steadier in the cold, and it’s better to work with too. Jordan notices me as he sits in a chair off to the side. His gaze flicks back to his earthly body laid on my table.
“W-What happens now?” He asks.
They all ask the same thing. Something else I’ve become accustomed to. I lay the folder on his chest and peel back the cloth over his face. A small gasp escapes his lips.
“It’s never easy to see, but don’t worry, I’ll have you looking better than you did in life,” I smooth back his hair tenderly.
He whimpers and buries his face in his hands. “Tell me,” I ask, drawing him out of his misery. “What is the earliest thing you can remember?” I take the iPod off the desk and scroll through the song marked Preparation Playlist.
Jordan looks about wildly, and then stutters, “I-I don’t know, um, how about the fact that I’m dead! That’s my body laying on the table.”
Anger. I’ve become accustomed to that too. My finger hovers over a song. Jordan shakes his head. His frustration abating. “W-we had a swing in our backyard,” he says, eyes closed tight as if the image will slip away if his eyelids don’t hold onto the memory. “My older brother used to push me when our parents were fighting.”
My finger continues to hover, I know it’s the right song, I just need Jordan to know it too.
“Once, they were having a huge argument. Sam, my brother, took me out back and placed me on the swing. I was too young to know why he did it, but I will always remember the sadness on his face.”
I let my finger drop and the song starts. "Meanwhile Back At Mama’s" by Tim McGraw ft. Faith Hill. Jordan looks up as the pluck of a guitar fills the air. The calming melody enlisting an irrevocable homely feeling inside. He smiles and continues on.
“He must have really been worried that day because he pushed me a bit too hard and I fell off the swing and broke my arm. Our parents rushed out and took us to the hospital. I think Sam saves our family that day. Mum and Dad were so busy worrying about me that they stopped arguing. I remember them looking at each other like it was the first time… ”
“Did you save their marriage?”
“They are still together to this day if that’s what you mean, but I don’t know, sometimes it’s like they’re existing. I’ll always be grateful though, for what Sam did.”
I let the silence fall, I want Jordan to hear the song, and I want him to feel it. My hands work at his face, extracting all the gloop and goo from his death sweat. Then I stuff the nostrils and throat with cotton and start sewing the mouth. Jordan watches but he doesn’t really see me. He’s lost in the song.
Suddenly it jolts to a stop. The iPod loops and it starts to play again. We look at each other as the pluck of a guitar fills the air. Tim begins to sing and we relax. It speaks of family, of hard work and good times.
“Will I go to heaven?” He asks. I’ve had the question so many times that I don’t reciprocate. It’s a dead-end for me. If they were a parcel, I am the stamp, I don’t know where they are going, only that they will get there.
“You look like a good man, Jordan. If I had to guess? I wouldn’t be worried if I were you.”
He nods and continues to watch.
Suddenly the song jumps again. I’m not ready for the second time, my hands, forever steady, pause mid stitch. Partially annoyed I lay the thread down. The song changes. A pluck of a high string screams out. A jarring vibration of gravelly bass next. It sounds like nothing I’ve ever heard before. The notes are atonal almost, a peculiar screech of strings that aren’t tuned. Another pluck of a high pitched note makes my hands jump.
Slowly, I near the iPod. I’m freaking out. More notes add a halting uneasy manner. The hairs on my arm stand up, Jordan does likewise from his chair. The haunting melody rises, voices add to the devilish tune. Guttural moans and nightmarish screams weave into the melody. As the song continues I know it's not one of mine.
Abruptly, it shuts off and an echo of sirens stretches out. I’m rooted to the spot, frozen in fear.
The sirens snap off. My chest rises rapidly from the echoes of fright.
“That,” I say, sucking in a deep breath and turning to Jordan, “was very weird.” But, as I glance around the morgue it’s apparent, he has vanished.
***
Morning arrives in a shade of grey, the window blinds hide the slant of misery from penetrating my living room. The stink of cat piss invades my senses and I think about tea. Shabby, Tabby and Not-Too-Savvy, lay around on various surfaces of the room. The latter kicks cat litter over his morning ablutions and joins his brothers. Three cats were probably a bad idea but one could never fall out of love with a kitty.
Yesterday’s misshape still plays on my mind as the kettle boils. I’ve never had a client pop out of existence until after the casket viewing. Jordan’s disappearance troubles me, but not as much as the song. I make a cup of tea and sit at my table, iPod in hand and ledger spread out before me.
Each song in the ledger I know, as is each name alongside it. I scroll through the playlist on the iPod, select, "Meanwhile Back At Mama’s" by Tim McGraw ft. Faith Hill, and hit delete. In the ledger, I assign Jordan’s name to the song and sit musing over the rest. My finger scrolls, my eyes search, but I can not place the weird song.
***
At work the strangeness persists. The morgue is colder than usual and there’s a weird note in the air. A high pitched whistle that I cannot source.
I shuffle around for a while, Jordan is in his casket on the trolley looking like the god I promised I would make him. Something about him makes me stare. It’s not his hair, not a strand is out of place. His eyes closed and reserved. His jaw is firm, sewed and glued, it gives his cheeks a roundness of welcome. I edge nearer. The suit is pressed, smart, black. A striking contrast to the white cotton lining but it doesn’t detract from my work.
The next step sets my nerves on end. The sound has grown. Dubiously, I lay my head on Jordan’s chest and suck in my breath. The whistle is louder, hollow, and inside him. I can’t help but slowly hitch up his chest to his neck, and then his mouth. It’s stronger there. Like a kettle on full steam. A drawer clatters open, I blindly search for a knife.
I glance at Jordan’s impassive face and the amendable smile I have created. With inexorable slowness, I lower the scalpel to nick each stitch on the inside of his lips, but I don’t want to undo my work. Instead, I remove his tie, unbutton the shirt and push the blade through his trachea.
A note quivers out like the stretch of a deflating balloon. Seconds turn to minutes as I wait for something to happen. But nothing does. I swallow the fear and redress Jordan for his service.
***
I could count the number of times I’ve missed a service, but the truth is I don’t need to. I never have. Even now, with no ghost beside me, I sit at the back of the meagre congregation. A lady, his mother, dressed in black moves forwards and cries unabashedly into his chest. A younger lady, possibly his sister, supports the woman and lends tears to the casket.
I glance at the seat beside me, it’s emptiness is troubling. Jordan should be sitting with me, seeing his family grieve, but he’s not. That I can not understand. I don’t hear the song playing softly through the house speakers, my mind is too confused, too stuffed with questions I can’t answer.
The service concludes and I stand up to leave utterly unsatisfied. The office corridor blends with grey carpets and whitewashed walls. The uplifting messages still in frames try to coax me out of my stupor but I don’t want to be brightened up. I want the gloom. I want the agony of not fulfilling my service. I want the punishment not letting Jordan have the resolution he would have wanted.
“Sean?” John’s head pops out of his office door, his body slows following. “I’ve got a new one for you,” he says, holding out a red folder.
“A transfer?” I ask, puzzled.
“Yeah, It’s not one of ours, Sean. This is a favour for my buddy over at Thamesmead Prison. Convict suicide. This needs to be done ASAP. The details are in there,” he says, stabbing a finger at the folder. Before I can say any more, John slips back inside his office and shuts the door.
The folder is unusually heavy. Normally it’s a page detailing the attire, casket type - open or close, coffin type, special details and service requirements, but this is stacked with what looks like photos. The elevator bings and the doors slide open. I step inside. Just before the door closes I notice another square patch of old paint from another missing picture. I don’t remember which one or what it used to say. To the left are two more missing frames and to the right, only one message remains.
Give all your cares and worries to God for he deserves them.
The doors close and I ride down with my troubled thoughts.
The morgue echoes with my footstep. I place the folder on the bench and heave a sigh. The preparation table is clear of the client and I wonder where he’s been put.
“I’m in there,” says a voice that slides up my spine and tingles my neck. A shiver races back down like I’ve seen spiders crawl out of someone’s mouth.
A man is sitting casually in my desk chair. His skinny, hairy forearm props up a bored unkempt face. Mats of brown hair frame a brutish set of eyes and a sneering mouth. He’s short, I can see that by how his legs dangle off the chair, but I can also see that that has never affected this man. I’m instantly on edge like a fly caught in a web.
“How very rude of them,” I say with a lump in my throat. I feel like the slightest remark will set this guy off. The metal door clinks open and I pull the sliding bed out. A stench I’ve only known twice greets me. The first person was homeless, her burial was paid for by a Good Samaritan, the second was a Jane Doe paid for by some charity. The smell makes my eyes water. I know now why they put him away.
“Chilling isn’t it. And to think, I rather liked my body. I like this one better,” he says rolling a pen across the desk. My heart grows cold watching. Quickly, to take my mind away from it, I open the folder and read off the report. I gag halfway through.
“Not pretty is it? I probably deserved it though,” he says swinging his legs under the chair.
The man hasn’t been dead long. Five maybe six hours. The trauma of his death lingers in the red burns around his neck and wrists. Across his forearms, thick welts ooze putrid pus. The marks continue up and over his chest meeting above the sternum, but it’s his back that makes the breakfast in my stomach bubble. Carved into it is a pentagram, glyphs of some description ring around it like a clock. Each one is festering with maggots like he’s been dead for days.
I swallow my growing dread.
“It-it says here, Cillian, t-that you committed suicide, but it doesn’t look like that?” My breakfast lunges again. I’ve never been squeamish before, but this is too much. To hide my unprofessionalism I cover my face with a mask and place protective glasses on my face and go to the cupboard for supplies.
“That’s right, I had to, you know,” he makes a slicing gesture across his neck. “To get to meet you.”
I stop midway through gathering the chemicals I need to purge the body.
“Me?” I ask. “Why me?”
“Ah, that’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it? See, I heard through the laundry lines that there’s this bloke that does these funerals and he can see the people he’s burying,” Cillian idly plays with my teacup.
“Me,” I say, placing the components on a rolling tray. “I don’t bury, I make ready,” I chuckle nervously at my rhythm but it dies in my throat. “W-w-whom have I prepared for you before?”
“That’s just it,” he says, watching his knees extend as they swing. “No one. But, I just knew I had to meet you. So I killed myself,” he smirks.
Something feels wrong. The air is heavy and imposing. The room's warmth adds to the oppressiveness of it all. Cillian’s arrogant confession fills me with loathing and disgust. It’s like he’s happy to be dead, and I think he is. I glance at the folder on the bench and remember the details written inside. I suddenly let my protesting feelings out.
“I’m sorry, Cillian, but I won’t be preparing you today. I will speak to my employer and get someone else to see you very shortly.”
I make to leave when he stands and his chair flies backwards. I stop, frozen with fear. I can see the dead, make contact with them, physically, but never has one been able to affect my surroundings before.
“As you can see and have probably read in that file, I’m very good with my hands. Killing comes naturally to me. Like your song choices. You will prepare me, or I’ll have to kill again. Who I kill, however, will be your choice.”
My feet grind around. The last thing I want is anyone to die. This man’s record shows he’s not only capable of living out his threat, but he would also enjoy it.
“So, what music are you going to play for me then?” He asks, twirling my iPod. I dash forward and snatch it out of his hands.
“That’s not for you to touch,” I realise the close proximity and step away, all the while his mouth hangs open ever so slightly either in shock or mild curiosity.
The iPod’s reel is warm and sweaty when it should be cold and unmolested. I wipe the taint down my trousers and bring the thing to life. The scrolling is endless, song after song, everyone the same unrecognisable title. I click out of the recent and into playlists, scroll down to preparation and spin through the selections. Again, each song is the same. Each playlist, each grouping, every single track, the same unrecognisable Title. I throw it angrily on the metal desk which clangs in sympathy.
“What have you done?”
Cillian snickers and snatches up the iPod.
“Well, that's the other thing I’ve heard. You play a song for the dead. Something that sums them up, resonant with them. Well, this is my song.” He hooks it up to the speakers and presses play.
A pluck of a high string sets my nerves on end. I’ve heard that note before. A jarring vibration of gravelly base tells me I’m right. It's the song I heard before. The notes are atonal almost, a peculiar screech of strings that aren’t tuned. A high pitched scream, a deep bass, and something else. Something I missed last time.
“I made this just for you, or should I say they did,” Cillian says, watching for my reaction.
I’m freaking out as other more peculiar notes add a halting uneasy manner to the song. The hairs on my arm stand up as a scream pierce the morgue. Cillian closes his eyes and swings his hands like a conductor in an orchestra. The haunting melody rises, voices randomly enter. A scream here, a moan there. Guttural throats and nightmarish screams weave the melody in a grotesque fashion.
“Each one of my victims gave their voice to make this piece,” he says, rocking to the diabolical tune. “I made them scream. Made them bleed and plead and beg,” a maniacal grin spreads across his face as he dances around the morgue. I shuffle to the cooler doors and press against them covering my ears.
The song rises and falls with each desperate voice. Women scream for their life’s, men plead and break down into sobs. The high notes I thought were strings sing out again. But they’re not strings. They’re the scream of a child.
I can’t breathe. Can’t think. I want the song to end.
Think! I tell myself. What can you do to stop this?
From deep inside an old song bubbles up. I grasp onto it. It’s one my father would sing to me when we went camping. The melody is thin, like a ghost. A few notes I vaguely remember. I hum them, finger in my ears. More of the melody comes back. My fractal hum turns louder. Loud enough for me to hear it in my ears.
Suddenly, there another voice, and a cold grasp at my wrist. My eyes fly open to see Jordan standing next to me. We lock eyes and he encourages me to hum with him. I do, and I feel another hand at my shoulder. Linda smiles and hums. The evil song drowns a little, but Cillian still spins like a madman. I dig deep. The tune vibrates in my throat. The first verse, a happy time with family. Another set of hands lay on my back. Another soul to help. The chorus plays in my head. It speaks of love and hope and the bond of time. More hands aid me, more voices sing my song.
Cillian realises what’s happening, the music is too loud, it drowns out his one, but not only that, there are people surrounding him. Angry people. Disfigured, mangled people.
“Close your eyes,” Linda’s hand pulls my chin around to face her. She smiles softly. “Close your eyes, Sean. You don’t need to see this.”
My eyes close, but I still feel them surrounding me. Their song… my song weaves in and out. The chords are joyous, the words catchy. I let it build in me as Cillain’s screams pierce the air. Then, slowly they die like the wail of a siren.
My song ends. The bass note drifts out and stills. When I open my eyes, everyone’s gone.
I sit in the stillness. The air is clean and smells like blossoms. My heart rapidly calms. I can’t help but wonder why this happened to me? What did Cillian want from me? Was it just to torture me for being able to give the dead peace? Or did he think I could give him the same peace even though he was a cruel man?
I glance at his still body on the metal tray. There’s only one thing I can give him.
The wheels of the metal bed rattle down the corridor. I stoop under the low arch leading to the furnaces. I turn one on and slide Cillain’s body into the flames. The red folder on his chests smoulders with the intense heat. The edges of the photos curling with yellow.
“Sean? What are you doing?”
John stands behind me, hand in hips. His thin eyebrows lowered in agitation.
“Cremation,” I say, thinking fast.
“His files said burial, Sean.”
I glance into the furnace. The flames encapsulate Cillian’s body. The file is almost gone.
“Are you sure?” I ask with pretend surprise. “I’ve never been wrong before?”
John’s eyebrows relax, and he looks up, thinking. “Yeah, you've actually never made a mistake. Where’s the file? Let me check just in case.”
“It’s right here,” I say, searching the metal bed. “Oh, wait,” I say glancing into the furnace.
John crouches and looks into the flames. “You burnt them? They were my only records, Sean. How am I going to bill the prison now?”
I faint an apologetic smile. “Maybe you can ask your friend if they have another record, or you can just trust me and bill them for a cremation?” I say, shrugging one shoulder.
John chews on his lip and then nods. “If you say it was a cremation, I’m good with that, but next time, please be a bit more careful?”
I nod as a wave of relief washes over me. “Yes sir, I’ll make sure to be more careful.”
John nods, “when you’re done, I have another client waiting for you.”
I nod back and John leaves me alone staring into the flames. Cillian’s body pops with bursts of green-tinged flames. I hope that the fires that burn him are eternal for what he did to those people. I wait until the body is entirely gone before going back to the morgue, and the new body to dress.
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2020.09.30 05:51 mad_dog_94 best dj2 rep (wrapped gold)

im looking for a yellow gold/ss or rose gold/ss dj2 . mostly give myself more options beyond the oysteairking and im not sure who makes the best one because a lot of the qc seems to be just the ss/ss variants. im guessing im looking at about $620 from noob (maybe not noob though according to a qc i saw?) or $650 from gmf
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2020.09.30 05:33 piecesofbeasts Night Floors/Impossible Landscapes Encounters

First off, I want to advocate supporting Dennis Detwiller's patreon, there's a lot of awesome content and no tiers.
Second, here's a list of user-generated strange encounters for the campaign Night Floors.
Comment your own and I'll add them.
-NPC in the new york asks the character out of nowhere if they've seen the yellow sign. Then when the player questions them, they indicate a mundane and literal yellow sign. [No smoking if the agent is smoking, a bright neon sign commenting on how much it bothers them, etc.]
-NPC in the night Floors an old fashioned hospital gown, twitching rhythmically. Jerky movements, apologizes because he has a heart condition. His heartbeat causes him discomfort. May turn into clockwork doll if player turns away. Asks for melonia injection across the room as pain gets worse, players can decide whether to help to him or not. Consequences are up to the Handler.
-stairway that cuts across the hallway, leaving only a 3 foot triangle gap between ceiling and railing
-dried melonia leaf (gold, spade-shaped) pressed between pages of a book in the tenents possession
-behind window curtain is a shallow wooden space. Pressing on the edges opens the far end of the space on hinges, revealing them to be inside a kitchen cabinet.
-room with floor covered in overlapping Persian rugs. No matter how many rugs the players remove, they'll never reach the floor. At handlers discretion, a muffled cry for help may come from the pile of rugs the players have already rolled up and removed. Players examining rugs might find hair or small drops of blood on each rug.
-a light around a corner casts shifting shadows with a light clinking sound, players who pursue it see the hind quarters of a deer dart around the next corner and take the light and clinking with it, pursuing the deer further reveals that a section of electric chandelier is hanging off of the deers head SAN 0/1. Closer examination will show that the chandelier is growing out of the deers head like a tumor SAN 1/d6. If the agents get close enough to see this, the deer will try to run. If any damage is inflicted before it reaches the next corner, the deer falls and the light shuts off. Cutting open the deer will reveal drywall grown into the deers skull and thick copper wires wrapped in blood-stained linens. Following the wires requires ±30 surgery or a success role. The wires are tangled in with the deers lymph system, and as the agents follow them down the animals torso they realize they're somehow sprouting from the base of their own palms 1/d20. Cutting the wires does nothing, while attempting to pull them out requires a strength check and inflicts 1d4 damage as nearly 8 feet of thick wire is pulled out of the agents body, ending in a sprout of melonia.
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2020.09.30 00:54 NuClear17 Need a wizard or even just someone who knows unbranded dc controllers🙏

not sure how to put a pic on here however the... controller- 1.Has reverse forward and off but i believe is not relevant but what do i know? 2. has a pot which a basic nob on it, with on off makes click, so of course its got the typical 3 wires- 1. Black. Red. And Gray or green or maybe a mix of both(ever seen that 10 page color blindness test? page five is the last i am able to see anything, sorry) Ok so on that pot because as your well aware, naturally it has that "level" and then a 1. Red. Black wire So 2 sets of wires, go into the 2 plugs. if for some reason you havent move on to much more fascinating inquiries. 1.THANK YOU 2. https://www.ebay.com/itm/10-55V-100A-5000W-Reversible-DC-Motor-Speed-Controller-PWM-Control-Soft-Start/273345951851?_trksid=p2485497.m4902.l9144 and the throttle... https://www.ebay.com/itm/60V-48V-36V-24V-EBike-Electric-Scooter-Throttle-Grip-Handlebar-LED-Digital-Mete131967909327?_trksid=p2485497.m4902.l9144
which has one Yellow and a plug i already "86ed" that contained a red black and sorry not sure which color it is. If you feel up to it, I can't tell you how much it would be helping me.And yes i'm just so dbag on the net, so i totally not excepted for that to matter(just sayn) I have gone throw multiple sets of throttles and 300$ in controllers. 🚮🤦‍♂️ Sincerely L Clear
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2020.09.30 00:46 knightfluttershy Very speculative and crackpot theory: The anti-Tom Bombadil of modern folklore

This theory is more created to be an interesting thing I noticed, rather than to directly speculate about Tolkien’s universe. It’s a strange parallel I noticed between Tolkien and a certain 21st century, online mythological figure.
We are all aware of Tom Bombadil. Now, as a thought experiment, let’s try and create a figure who acts as the “anti-Tom Bombadil”, that is to say, something that flips everything Tom Bombadil represents on his head.
What do we know of Bombadil? He lives in The Old Forest, for one. But for this theory, we shall focus entirely on his appearance and his personality.
1) His appearance is short and round
2) He has a distinctive face; a ruddy face, with a beard, and bright blue eyes.
3) He dresses in rustic, colourful clothing, with a blue jacket and yellow boots.
4) He likes to dance and sing a lot, often but not always for little to no reason
5) He is a good and kind figure, saving those people who are in need of help
6) He has a very wholesome presence, and can put at ease those burdened by terrible evil; even Frodo feels comfortable enough around him to willingly hand over the One Ring to him.
Okay, so what would an inverse being look like?
1) Tall and thin
2) A very gaunt, pale face with as few facial features as possible...perhaps even none at all
3) Dresses in modern day, colourless clothing...a black and white business suit, perhaps.
4) Is utterly stationary and silent
5) A figure who finds and preys on vulnerable people and makes them disappear, never to be seen again.
6) Has a presence capable of driving people into illness, terror and insanity
I suspect many of you have picked up where I’m going with this, but in case you haven’t, I’m referring to a popular internet myth from a couple of years back known as The Slenderman. More info is found on the Wikipedia page for “slenderman”.
The reason behind me posting this is that I do genuinely think there is an indirect connection between these two characters. I had this idea from a dream I had a long time ago; in the dream, I was in the woods, being hunted by Slenderman. After an eerie search, I found a path to escape, and just as I was about to get out, The Slenderman appeared right in front of me. In the dream, my will and my mind just began to fail, and I collapsed on my knees. I could feel everything going black...when the Slenderman toppled over, and suddenly my vision was restored. Tom Bombadil had appeared, right behind the Slenderman, and completely broken the Slenderman’s power, allowing me to leave the woods unharmed. It was only after that dream that I realised just how many ways both characters were reflections of each other, which I highly suspect contributed to both characters having a huge impact on the human psyche (well, my psyche, anyway...)
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2020.09.30 00:15 whoamI_246Obiwan I loved Half of a Yellow Sun but am really struggling with Americanah (Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie). Anyone else?

I was very excited to dive into Americanah considering I found Half of a Yellow Sun masterful, but I'm nearly 300 pages in and really struggling with it. Thinking I might stop.
Much of the characters in Americanah feel very written; that is, they seem to exist for an "a-ha!" moment that is, at times, to me, comically simplistic. Much of the discussion about race in the book is intricate and interesting, but equally as much if not more seems simple and even silly. The book feels very one note. I'd forgive what I read as relatively poor character writing if there was a tight plot, but the plotting is vague and uninteresting. For some reason I'm just not connecting with it and find myself thinking "Really?" every fifth page.
On the other hand, Half of a Yellow Sun I found sparkling, brilliant, and incisive, with emotionally rich characters and nuanced tackling of characters and events. I will admit it's been a couple years since I read it, but I flew through that book.
Not sure if I'll give up on Americanah yet. Wondering if anyone else has had a similar experience (or feels the opposite of me!).
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2020.09.29 22:40 Infinite_Tourist Alaska DHSS Announces 120 Covid-19 Cases, 48 Hospitalizations Covid-19/PUI

Alaska DHSS Announces 120 Covid-19 Cases, 48 Hospitalizations Covid-19/PUI
Source
Per DHSS: "The Hospital Data Dashboard is up to date as of 9/27 based on a new data source."
The new data source is the CDC.
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120 Combined Daily Cases
68 New Cases Are In Anchorage
Rate of Transmission Statewide: 1.06%
Rate of Transmission in Anchorage: 1.11%
48 Current Hospitalizations PUI/Covid-19
38 Anchorage Current Hospitalizations PUI/Covid-19
7 People on Ventilators
0 Additional Deaths
4,294 Current Statewide Active Cases
2,417 Active Cases in Anchorage
80 ICU Beds Available Statewide
58 ICU Beds Available in Anchorage
Anchorage Yellow In All Covid-19 Metrics
7 Day Testing Positivity Averages
Statewide 2.67%
Anchorage 3.27%
Bethel 1.61%
Denali 8.33%
Fairbanks 6.53%
Juneau 1.92%
Mat-Su 1.45%
Nome 1.16%
North Slope 5.88%
North West Arctic 3.05%
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2020.09.29 22:13 Firstprime A Complete Guide to Moebius Collected Editions (English Language)

A complete guide to English language Moebius collected editions

Since I started following the work of Moebius I have experienced a lot of frustration in trying to catalogue and track down his work. So much of his work is long out of print, and his stories have been printed across so many different collections that it can be very hard to keep track of it all. I regularly see Moebius fans - new and old - complaining about this confusion, even to the point of accidentally buying the same work multiple times. My goal here is to lay out a clear and thorough catalogue of all Moebius work which has been published in English. This includes creating a full list of every Moebius work which has been translated into English, as well as a cataloguing which of these works were included in every collected edition printed to date. Whether you want to find which stories were included in a particular edition, or to track down a collection that includes one particular story, you should be able to do it with a simple search of this post (Ctrl + F).
In this guide I will be including all works published under the pseudonym Moebius, as well as earlier works which were published under his real name Jean Giraud. I will not be including works on which Moebius was only the writer or works by other authors to which Moebius contributed work, although I may add an additional section for these later if there is demand for it.
For anyone who is only interested in information on which editions are currently available for purchase you can skip to Section 2, as well as the first parts of Sections 4, 5, and 6.
This guide will be divided into six sections:


Please don’t hesitate to leave comment or send me a private message if you discover any errors in this guide, or if you have any additional information to add. I will try to get the guide updated ASAP whenever new information becomes available. My intention, and hope, is for this guide to become a definitive source for English language Moebius collected editions.
I want to make this as open and readable as possible for newcomers, while also being as thorough as possible, so I welcome feedback and recommendations regarding the readability of this guide. All feedback is appreciated!
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SECTION 1: A complete list of all Moebius works which have been translated into English.

This section lists every individual Moebius work which has been translated into English. All titles are listed with the date of their earliest English release, regardless of the format of this release. Titles are listed in order of release date, with some longer series grouped under their earliest entry. Page counts are included where available. The writer is noted in cases where work was collaborative. In cases where a story was published under more than one title I have used the title of the most recent publication.

Blueberry (16 volumes) (1965 - 1996)
Arzach (6 volumes) (1977)
The Long Tomorrow (1977) (16 pages) (Writer: Dan O’Bannon)
Approaching Centauri (1977) (6 pages) (Writer: Philippe Druillet)
Major Fatale (1977) (13 pages)
It’s a Small Universe (1977) (8 pages)
Is Man Good? (1977) (10 pages)
Ballade (1977) (9 pages)
Black Thursday (1977) (2 pages)
The Airtight Garage (1977 - 1980) (99 pages)
Marvels of The Universe (1978) (1 page)
Free Fall/Absoluten Calfeutrail (1978) (8 pages)
Jungle Gysm (1978) (1 page)
Syants Fikshun Digest (1 page)
Hit Man (1978) (12 pages)
Split the Little Space Pioneer (1979) (2 pages)
Untitled [I don't want to sound like I'm paranoid...] (1979) (1 page)
Ktulu (1979) (5 pages)
A Tale of Christmas (1979) (3 pages)
The Mysteries of Eroticism No.1 (1980) (1 page)
Shore Leave on Pharagonesia (1980) (26 pages)
The Mysteries of Eroticism No.2 (1980) (1 page)
Rock City (1980) (7 pages)
The White Citadel (1980) (6 pages)
Blackbeard and the Pirate Brain (1981) (5 pages)
Double Escape (1981) (2 pages)
There is a Prince Charming on Phenixon (1980) (4 pages)
The White Nightmare (1981) (12 pages)
One of 4,070 Variations on "The" Theme (1981) (4 pages)
You're the Object of This and That (1981) (4 pages)
An Adventure of John Watercolor (1981) (1 page)
The Detour (1981) (7 pages)
Wounded Knee (1981) (2 pages)
Afloat (1981) (1 page)
The Invaders (1981) (1 page)
The Horny Goof (1981) (24 pages)
Metamorphosis (1981) (24 Illustrations)
The Incal (6 volumes) (1981 – 1988)
The Emerald Lake (1982) (4 pages)
The Twinkle in Fildegar’s Eye (1983) (7 pages)
Celestial Venice (1986) (9 pages)
The Gold Digger (1987) (5 pages)
The Words of Chief Seattle (1987) (3 pages)
The Legend of Arzach (1987) (5 pages)
Christmas on Lipponia (1987) (3 pages)
The Artifact (1987) (4 pages)
The Edena Cycle (11 Volumes) (1987 - 2018)
Journey to the Center of an Unfaithful Body (1988) (2 pages)
The Hunt for the Vacationing Frenchman (1988) (6 pages)
The Apple Pie (1988) (4 pages)
Silver Surfer: Parable (1988 - 1989) (46 pages)
Young Blueberry (3 volumes) (1989 - 1990)
The Eyes of The Cat (1990) (56 pages) (Writer: Alejandro Jodorowsky)
In the Heart of the Impregnable Metabunker (1990) (8 pages)
Aedena (1990) (6 pages)
Nuggets and Thieves (1990) (2 pages)
Blanco, King of the Prairie (1990) (4 pages)
Deima (1990) (7 pages)
Jim Cutlass: Mississippi River (1991) (60 pages)
King of the Buffalo (1991) (10 pages)
The Man from the Ciguri (1992 - 1993) (52 pages)
Madwoman of the Sacred Heart (1996) (192 pages)
Angel Claws (1997) (72 pages)
Second Sunrise over New Mombasa (2006) (14 pages)
The story of an idea (2007) (8 pages)
XIII Volume 17: The Irish Version (2013) (48 pages)
After the Incal Vol. 1: The New Dream (2014) (60 pages)
Inside Moebius (3 Volumes) (2018)
Memories (2020) (6 pages) (Writer: Albert Patin De La Fizelére)
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SECTION 2: A list of Moebius collected editions in English which are currently available to purchase.

This section will list every collected edition currently available for purchase which contains Moebius work in English. This includes works that are actively in print, as well as works that are out of print but still readily available for purchase at or below cover price. I will also list the contents of every edition so they can be cross referenced with the comprehensive list in Section 1. In this section I will list the release date alongside each collected edition. This list will be divided by publisher.

Dark Horse

Moebius Library: The World of Edena (2016) (344 pages) (Hardcover)
Moebius Library: The Art of Edena (2018) (176 pages) (Hardcover)
Moebius Library: Inside Moebius Part 1 (2018) (216 pages) (Hardcover)
Moebius Library: Inside Moebius Part 2 (2018) (248 pages) (Hardcover)
Moebius Library: Inside Moebius Part 3 (2018) (248 pages) (Hardcover)

Humanoids

The Eyes of The Cat: The Yellow Edition (2013) (56 pages) (Hardcover)
The Incal (2015) (308 pages) (HardcoveSoftcover)
The Incal Deluxe Coffee Table Edition #5: The Fifth Essence Part 1 (2013) (48 pages) (Hardcover)
The Incal Deluxe Coffee Table Edition #6: The Fifth Essence Part 2 (2014) (48 pages) (Hardcover)
Madwoman of The Sacred Heart (2016) (192 pages) (Hardcover)
Angel Claws (2019) (72 pages) (Hardcover)
Angel Claws Deluxe Coffee Table Edition (2013) (75 pages) (Hardcover)
Arzach Classique (2011) (56 pages) (Hardcover)

Graphitti Designs

Moebius 4: Blueberry (1989) (252 pages) (Hardcover)
Moebius 5: Blueberry (1990) (304 pages) (Hardcover)
Moebius 6: Young Blueberry (1990) (168 pages) (Hardcover)
Moebius 8: Blueberry (1991) (240 pages) (Hardcover)
Moebius 9: Blueberry (1991) (180 pages) (Hardcover)

Marvel

Silver Surfer: Parable 30th Anniversary Edition (2020) (88 pages) (Softcover)
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SECTION 3: A list of Moebius collected editions in English which are currently out of print.

In this section I will list every collected edition of Moebius work which was previously published in English but is no longer available. I will exclude any edition which is no longer available but which has since been replaced by an edition which is functionally equal or superior. I will also list the contents of every edition so they can be cross referenced with the comprehensive list in Section 1. In this section I will list the release date alongside each collected edition. This list will be divided by publisher.

Dark Horse

Moebius #0: The Horny Goof & Other Underground Stories (1990) (72 pages) (Softcover)
Moebius: Arzach (1996) (80 Pages) (Softcover)
Moebius: H.P.’s Rock City TPB (1996) (84 Pages) (Softcover)
Moebius: The Man from The Ciguri (1996) (80 Pages) (Softcover)
Moebius: Madwoman of the Sacred Heart (1996) (144 Pages) (Softcover)
Moebius: The Exotics (1996) (84 Pages) (Softcover)

Humanoids

The Eyes of the Cat Deluxe Coffee Table Edition (2011) (56 pages) (Hardcover)
The Incal Deluxe Coffee Table Edition #1: The Black Incal (2013) (48 pages) (Hardcover)
The Incal Deluxe Coffee Table Edition #2: The Luminous Incal (2013) (48 pages) (Hardcover)
The Incal Deluxe Coffee Table Edition #3: What Lies Beneath (2013) (56 pages) (Hardcover)
The Incal Deluxe Coffee Table Edition #4: What Is Above (2013) (60 pages) (Hardcover)
The Incal: Oversized Deluxe Edition (2019) (324 pages) (Hardcover)
Final Incal: Oversized Deluxe Edition (2014) (216 pages) (HardcoveSlipcase)

Graphitti Designs

Moebius ½: The Early Mœbius & Other Humorous Stories (1991) (60 pages) (Softcover)
Moebius 1 (1987) (272 pages) (Hardcover)
Moebius 2 (1988) (220 pages) (Hardcover)
Moebius 3: The Incal (1988) (312 pages) (Hardcover)
Moebius 7 (1990) (220 pages) (Hardcover)

Marvel

Halo: The Graphic Novel (2006) (128 pages) (Hardcover)
Silver Surfer: Parable 30th Anniversary Oversized Edition (2019) (88 pages) (Hardcover)

Epic (Marvel Imprint)

Moebius 1: Upon a Star (1987) (76 pages) (Softcover)
Moebius 2: Arzach & Other Fantasy Stories (1987) (76 pages) (Softcover)
Moebius 3: The Airtight Garage (1987) (124 pages) (Softcover)
Moebius 4: The Long Tomorrow & Other Science Fiction Stories (1987) (74 pages) (Softcover)
Moebius 5: The Gardens of Aedena (1988) (76 pages) (Softcover)
Moebius 6: Pharagonesia & Other Strange Stories (1988) (76 pages) (Softcover)
Moebius 7: The Goddess (1990) (88 pages) (Softcover)
Moebius 8: Mississippi River (1991) (68 pages) (Softcover)
Moebius 9: Stel (1994) (84 pages) (Softcover)
Blueberry 1: Chihuahua Pearl (1989) (100 pages) (Softcover)
Blueberry 2: Ballad for a Coffin (1989) (124 pages) (Softcover)
Blueberry 3: Angel Face (1989) (100 pages) (Softcover)
Blueberry 4: The Ghost Tribe (1990) (100 pages) (Softcover)
Blueberry 5: The End of the Trail (1990) (96 pages) (Softcover)
Marshal Blueberry 1: The Lost Dutchman’s Mine (1991) (116 pages) (Softcover)
Lieutenant Blueberry 1: The Iron Horse (1991) (52 pages) (Softcover)
Lieutenant Blueberry 2: Steelfingers (1991) (52 pages) (Softcover)
Lieutenant Blueberry 3: General Golden Mane (1991) (100 pages) (Softcover)
Catalan Communications
Young Blueberry #1 - Blueberry's Secret (1989) (60 pages) (Softcover)
Young Blueberry #2 - A Yankee Named Blueberry (1990) (60 pages) (Softcover)
Young Blueberry #3 - The Blue Coats (1990) (60 pages) (Softcover)

Egmont/Methuen

Lieutenant Blueberry 1: Fort Navajo (1977) (48 pages) (Softcover)
Lieutenant Blueberry 2: Thunder in the West (1977) (48 pages) (Softcover)
Lieutenant Blueberry 3: Lone Eagle (1978) (48 pages) (Softcover)
Lieutenant Blueberry 4: Mission to Mexico (1978) (48 pages) (Softcover)

Dargaud International

The Man with the Silver Star: A Lieutenant Blueberry adventure (1983) (47 pages) (Softcover)

Mojo Press

The Blueberry Saga (1996) (292 pages) (Softcover)

Heavy Metal Presents

Heavy Metal Presents - Arzach (1977) (64 pages) (Softcover)
Heavy Metal Presents - Is Man Good? (1978) (54 pages) (Softcover)
Heavy Metal Presents - Moebius (1981) (100 pages) (Softcover)
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SECTION 4: A list of Moebius works which have been released English but never published in a collected edition.

This section will list all Moebius work which has been translated and published in English, but never published in a collected edition. This includes magazines, pamphlets, single issue comics, and other similar print formats. I will also list the contents of every edition so they can be cross referenced with the comprehensive list in Section 1. In this section I will list the release date alongside each collected edition. This list will be divided by publisher.

Part 1: Currently Available

The story of an idea (2007) (12 pages) (Pamphlet)
Heavy Metal #300 (2020) (80 pages) (Magazine)

Part 2: Out of Print

Heavy Metal: Volume 2 #1 (1978) (100 pages) (Magazine)
Heavy Metal : Volume 2 #10 (1979) (100 pages) (Magazine)
Heavy Metal: Volume 3 #8 (1979) (100 pages) (Magazine)
Heavy Metal: Volume 4 #4 (1980) (100 pages) (Magazine)
Heavy Metal: Volume 4 #5 (1980) (100 pages) (Magazine)
Heavy Metal: Volume 7 #1 (1983) (100 pages) (Magazine)
Heavy Metal: Volume 11 #2 (1987) (100 pages) (Magazine)
Cheval Noir #46 (1993) (36 pages) (Single issue comic)
Cheval Noir #47 (1993) (36 pages) (Single issue comic)
Cheval Noir #48 (1993) (36 pages) (Single issue comic)
Cheval Noir #49 (1993) (36 pages) (Single issue comic)
Cheval Noir #50 (1994) (52 pages) (Single issue comic)
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SECTION 5: An overview of Major Moebius works which have never been released in English.

This section will list all major Moebius works which have never been translated or published in English. The works listed in Part 1 can be enjoyed without translation, although they do contain some text in French, and therefore they could still benefit from a translation. The works listed in Part 2 are far more text-heavy, and would benefit more from an English translation.

Part 1: Textless works and works which can be enjoyed largely without translation:

40 Days dans le Désert B (1999)
Le Fauna De Mars (2011)

Part 2: Books which still require translation:

Blueberry (6 volumes) (1969 – 2007)
Le Chasseur Déprime (2008)
Arzak L'Arpenteur (2010)
Le Major (2011)

NOTE: Contributions to this section are very welcome. I believe there are quite a few smaller works missing, but it has proved quite difficult tracking these down as all of the sources I can find are in French. If any readers are familiar with the remaining untranslated work please consider leaving a comment or sending me a private message.
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SECTION 6: Moebius Art books.

In this section I will give an overview of all Moebius art books, including those which are out of print. There is some overlap between the work in many of these books, and it is not feasible to provide a list of their contents, so I will try to include a link to a video review/overview where possible. I will focus on the English edition where one is available, however many of these books have been printed in multiple languages, and the non-English editions are often much easier to track down.

Part 1: Currently Available

Chroniques Métalliques et Chaos (2019) (182 pages) (Hardcover)
“Moebius” - Max Ernst Museum Exhibition Catalogue (2019) (272 pages) (Hardcover)

Part 2: Out of Print

Starwatcher (1986) (104 pages) (Hardcover)
Venise Céleste (1984) (104 pages) (Hardcover)
Made in L.A. (1988) (136 pages) (Hardcover)
The Art of Moebius (1989) (91 pages) (Hardcover)
Quatre-vingt huit (1990) (72 pages) (Hardcover)
Chaos (1991) (96 pages) (Hardcover)
Metallic Memories (1992) (96 pages) (Hardcover)
Virtual Meltdown: Images of Moebius (1993) (188 pages) (Hardcover)
Fusion (1995) ( pages) (Hardcover)
Transe Forme (2010) ( pages) (Hardcover)

Part 3: Art Portfolios

[Section to be added at a later date. Contributions are very welcome].
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Sources:
http://www.europeancomics.net/
https://www.comics.org/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean_Giraud
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blueberry_(comics))
https://archive.org/details/LieutenantBlueberry01FortNavajo/page/n1/mode/2up
https://archive.org/details/LieutenantBlueberry02ThunderInTheWest
https://archive.org/details/LieutenantBlueberry03LoneEagle
https://archive.org/details/LieutenantBlueberry04MissionToMexico
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2020.09.29 21:58 matthewkoehler How to Address the Toronto Housing Crisis While Benefiting Both Homeowners and Renters, and Without Costing Taxpayers a Dime.

The average rent for a one bedroom apartment in Toronto was $2,013 for September 2020 according to Rentals.ca. With the most recent data provided by Statistics Canada showing a median monthly pre-tax income of $2,883 in 2018 for Toronto, this equates to $2,361 after taxes. Leaving a very comfortable $348 left for all other expenses. Clearly something needs to be done to address the affordability crisis in this city.
With a moderate increase in density in residential neighbourhoods we could significantly increase the supply of new rental units. A bylaw change which allows for one additional storey in residential neighbourhoods provided the additional square footage is allocated to a rental unit is one way in which this could be accomplished. See *link* for more detail on how this can be done.
There are 341,755 single- or semi-detached homes in Toronto, with the number increasing to 846,405 when considering the Greater Toronto Area (GTA). By promoting the construction of one rental unit per home we can apply a sustained downwards pressure on rental rates across the city for years to come.
This policy will tackle the housing crisis without the need for increased government spending, a factor which is especially important given the record ballooning debt of both Ontario and Canada.
One of the key benefits to this policy is that it benefits both renters and homeowners, a critical consideration when attempting to garner political support.
Benefits to Homeowners of Constructing a Rental Unit Under Proposed Program
1 - Providing a new source of monthly income.
2 - Providing a viable long term housing solution for elderly family members, children, individuals with special needs and others.
3 - Increasing the value of your home.
4 - Retaining all of your current living space, while being allowed to build higher to accommodate a rental unit. See *link* for more detail.
Below you will find economic, social and environmental reasoning for this policy.
Economic Reasons
1 - Expanding the labour force capable of contributing to housing supply.
2 - Reducing bureaucratic inefficiencies.
3 - By allowing for stick frame construction up to 4 stories we allow for construction methods of approximately 30-35% lower cost in comparison with typical Toronto condominiums.
4 - Stabilizing the cost of doing business in Toronto.
5 - Fostering a competitive marketplace in the construction industry.
6 - Supporting thousands of well paying construction jobs in the city of Toronto.
Social Reasons
1 - It is detrimental to social cohesion to allow housing costs to rise to the point where many Torontonians are unable to live in the city.
2 - The neighborhood in which you grow up is one of the most statistically significant predictors of socioeconomic status later in life. Segregating Toronto neighborhoods based on wealth inhibits socioeconomic mobility as well as eroding social trust in our society.
3 - Helping to create more livable communities.
Environmental Reasons
1 - Combating climate change and protecting the health of local ecosystems.
Informative links
Examples of Other Governments Taking Similar Approaches
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2020.09.29 21:21 PunishThePonies THE RESPONSIBLE BREEDER: ONE DAY'S CUSTOMERS (Author: Transcendenz (?) )

You are the “Responsible” Breeder. You breed fluffies with expert care, attention and compassion while on a reasonable budget. You learned it after breeding Fancy Rats for most of your life. Your friends say you still do. Your friends are assholes.
Your standards of care allow you to sell fluffies for a premium price. Your profits are consistent, steady and above average for a small business. Your online reviews are glowing and your services are held in high regard. You don’t discriminate against your customers. You sell a high grade fluffy to anyone willing to pony up the cash. You joke that even your bad colored foals are premium snake food. You wish you didn’t have to joke after feeling the pain something you raised from its birth end up as nothing more than an expensive snack for a reptile filmed for fluffy abuse viewers to gawp at online. but it’s a coping mechanism at this point. Death is an almost daily occurrence. You like fluffies. You try to give them the best hope of survival you can. But it’s never to be in some cases.
Still, every fluffy gets cared for for its first months under your care. Even bad colors. You never know who might buy one. Even if it does become snake chow, it’s still better than a life not lived. You make a file for each fluffy including a photo of them so you can monitor their temperament and behavior over time. Each fluffy even has their own product page on your website so people can pre-order once the fluffy is ready to go to a home (Which is very popular with the in demand colors). Though you prefer them to meet them. A bad online match can easily be rectified by having a customer meet another fluffy suited to them.
You open the store on a mild but misty Saturday morning. After going through the stack of bills on your desk and sighing. You get by once more, a nice bit of profit on the side this time. Keeping the fluffy stocks isn’t too expensive on its own. You give them food, water, a few cheap toys and a soft bedding area for groups to make fluffpiles on. It’s keeping nearly a hundred of them, keeping the facilities to make sure they can be bred safely and investing in the tools to keep them “Good fluffies” that adds up. You are no cheap and dirty mill, but you have to stick to a budget.
You look at the clock and note the fluffies should be waking up soon. You go over to your makeshift “Kitchen” and prepare a large container of mashed oats for the fluffies morning meal. You gently wake the fluffies up to serve them their food and check the pens for any disturbances. Turns out the stallion pen is in disarray. One of the males died in the fluffpile last night and the deceased fluffy’s corpse is surrounded by others trying to hug em’ back to life as they wake up.
Apple was a good one too, not really confrontational, not really loud. Had an even temperament. Only thing was he was dumb as a brick and never found an owner in the foal pen despite his bright red fluff and dark green mane being appealing to the eye. He was so stupid he would have found a way to drown in the desert. Probably why customers seemed to pass on him as they would expect a modicum of intelligence. Fluffies are not the most intelligent creatures but Apple seemed to have a knack of being especially stupid.
You inspect the body and find no cuts or bruises. Likely passed on naturally. Fluffies have a life cycle of around five to eight years but it’s common to see a fluffy suddenly die due to their weak internals giving out. Apple was kicking on about two years with you. His father died of a heart failure around the same age while in the middle of a “special huggies” session so you chalk it up to the same defect. You let the crying males out into the fenced play area via the doggy door in their pen after breakfast and throw them some toys. You have to try keep their minds of the dead fluffy. Can’t let the customers see a bunch of wailing and upset fluffies either.
After disposing of the corpse and feeding the rest, you unlock the mares door so they could go freely into their own outdoor pen as well. You flip the store sign open and open for the day. Not soon after, you have your first customers. A woman and a small seven year old girl. The woman introduces herself almost nervously to you while the girl hides behind her. She e-mailed you yesterday about becoming a fluffy owner for the first time with her girl. They seem a little intimidated by the babbling masses, but that’s OK. You are the expert and you assure them both that you can find the best fluffy friend for them.
You sit them down at your desk and tell them not to worry. The little girl seems even more nervous, but that’s good. Seems they might actually be responsible. You take out a form with a few quick questions on it and explain you always ask a few prospective questions just to find what sort of fluffy they would be looking for. You start asking a few in a helpful manner.
Is it their first time with a fluffy? What space do they have? Will they be aware of the responsibility of taking care of a fluffy extends beyond feeding it? What do any absent members of the family think of fluffies? Ever interacted with ferals?
Some customers question your questions. Thing is you never refuse a sale if they want one. But at the same time, you want them to be prepared. Owning a fluffy is no small task despite being slightly more self-sufficient than other animals. Especially since they can talk and never shut up. And it is absolutely NOT a pet to get a child if you are divorced and vying for their affection unless you want your home to look like a murder scene. It makes you feel like a car salesman at times. Obviously some customers will think you are selling them a more expensive fluffy but it’s very hard to get people to understand that the cheaper fluffies are sometimes cheaper for a reason.
The answers from the duo seem a bit nervous, but understanding. The father is at work and agreed to let his daughter have a fluffy. They scare off ferals using a scarecrow rather than kill them, though they found one dead of a heart attack before. The mother makes the girl listen attentively and answer along with her. Both seem like they understand the effort required keeping a well disciplined fluffy. Sometimes you get a spoiled brat wanting a fluffy that kills it in the first few weeks or a kid that will spend every waking moment with it till they eventually lapse back to Minecraft leaving the fluffy alone and depressed. Especially with parents who don’t want to feed it, never mind play with it. Those “returns” are the worst. Especially since your refunds only cover sickness or sudden deaths.
You smile as you assure them you can find the right fluffy. You explain the difference between taking a foal home or a fully grown one. A foal will require a lot of attention and will become very attached though is still at the stage it needs some behavior correction. While a fully grown fluffy will be a lot more understanding of commands and behavior. They seem quite insistent on the foal. You won’t argue with them on this. The mother already stinks of middle class and has already mentioned she’s a doctor and they already created a safe room. They will pay a reasonable amount though they won’t be buying any fencing or hutches from you with an entire room for the fluffy. Probably bigger than most people’s apartments.
You take them over to the foal pens. The little girl has asked for a filly foal like anticipated. About 15 fillies are milling about, some playing huggy tag. Some climbing in and out of the hamster tubes. Some poking around the ball. Two in the litterbox squeezing out a log. One in the corner talking to a stuffy friend. You explain that you keep all your colors here. No special treatment unless they are Alicorns. Even that shit brown one with the piss stained yellow hair that is running around playing huggy tag. You take a moment to explain about all the foals. Obviously they turn their nose up on the brown one. A shame because she would be the perfect first time owner foal. You love that one’s temperament.
Just as you say that, a bright blue pegasus with purple mane decides to take a dump in the middle of the box while rolling a ball. No one said your fluffies were perfect, least of all yourself. The girl giggles a little while the mother seems a little repulsed. You give a smirk and whisper to them how it’s a good time to show them what responsibility means with foals. You always make time to show a customer interested in actually keeping them exactly how to discipline a foal, if you can. At least to show you can’t beat them half to death with a sorry stick for accidents.
You ask the parent and child to watch as they say a warm and cheery “hello fluffies!” to get the pens attention. They all look at you and almost start cheering for “Daddeh!” even though you saw them two hours ago to feed them. Good old fluffy memories. You feign a very concerned tone as you tell them all that you saw a bad fluffy do bad poopies as the other foals gasp. Almost instantly, the blue shitter starts backing away. You reach below the pen into the supply cabinet and take out a small black box that has “BAD FLUFFY” emblazoned in red and show it to the fluffies You place it down at the side of the pen and open it up. Some of the other fluffies start to run and hide in the tubes. They know it’s power. The blue shitter has tried to make itself scarce, but you find it hiding behind its own hooves in the corner, mumbling that it’s safe.
You scoop the shitter up in your hand by the scruff of the neck and explain to your fluffy and human audience that this is a “bad fluffy who did bad poopies” as it wails in your hands about how it didn’t mean it. You make sure to explain how the fluffy was designed to be held by the scruff of the neck by the original creators at Hasbio and how you explain what the fluffy did wrong. “You did some bad poopies, fluffy” you tell the squirming foal as you place her in the tight, cramped box. It screams and thrashes out in terror as you close the top over, the only light coming from the box a small window which the foal can see out of. You put a timer on your phone for a half an hour. It’s usually enough to scare them so it doesn’t happen again and keep the foals in the pen from being too scared of the box. And you have a sale to make. You tell the other foals it’s OK, to be good fluffies and to go back to play as you turn around to the two interested ladies.
You explain how discipline is important for foals and there’s no point sugarcoating it as you will have to do it at some point. Your foals are only sold at a month old. They will have developed sphincter and bladder control by that point and should know to go in the litterbox. If they don’t they need to be punished. Not enough discipline and attention will eventually trigger the “smarty syndrome”, after all.
Both seem to understand, but are undeterred on getting a foal even with the extra trouble and attention that brings. An earthy peach colored fluff with a bright orange mane seems to have caught their eye too. The little girl is making faces while the fluffy looks curious and happy on the other side. Ah, the one hugging the stuffy friend. You remember that one. You nicknamed it “Peachy” as her mother wasn’t smart enough to name the foals. A somewhat shy foal. You take the folder off the side of the pen and take out your full profile on her.
“Peachy” - Earthy type. Some separation anxiety from mother, mild, curious and gentle temperament. One sorry sticking on record for calling another a “dummeh” over trying to take her “stuffy friend” so extremely clingy. Not active, sociable but likes her own space too. Scared easily. Remind customers she wants to be close to humans or her stuffy friend and she needs attention but not to spoil her. Peach fluff and Orange mane. Colors not in demand. No physical issues. Low-Mid grade price.
Seems like the perfect beginner fluffy though you will make sure to warn them about potential separation issues when they leave the house or leave her in her safe room overnight. You gently take the young filly out of the pen and bring all three over to a play space for them to meet as the other. You place the filly down into a small pen with some toys. You tell the filly that you have some nice friends you want her to meet and the two customers to be a little gentle as she’s quite timid. You smile and stifle a laugh as the fluffy seems to have more questions than you. A sharp buzz of your phone and you excuse yourself to check your phone (Though keeping the trio in sight).
An email has come in from another potential customer. They want a fluffy foal who “Won’t be missed” and “Can survive a long time”. You cringe and bite your lip as you remember their email address. It’s about to happen again, customers are customers. You ask him to come in later as another customer enters the store looking for a Sorry Box to take care of an unruly domestic. Thankfully not one of yours and even better that you stock a lot of accessories. You ring up the purchase for a deluxe one that randomly sprays in listerine on top of the victim and send them on their way with your business card.
You walk over to the now giggling trio as the foal seems to have some joy in her awkward fluffy gait. Waddling over for hugs and pets to each at a time. The mother seems to have gotten over her trepidation and seems set. She asks you for the price. She’s likely seen it on the website you had Peachy up for $40. You lock into salesperson mode and give a price of $35 for the foal but $200 for the foal and your crafted starter pack. You immediately give the upsell pitch on your starter pack on top of that.
Your starter pack contains all the fluffy proofed toys you need. Balls, Blocks and a “stuffy friend”. A litterbox and two bags of scented litter. Two large bags of premium fluffy kibble (You use soaked oats, but customers always prefer the convenience of fluffy kibble). A fluffy bed and blanket with an easy clean base in case of accidents. A collar and leash. An adult sized easy clean Sorry box with and a telescopic rubber tipped sorry stick, and most importantly pre-paid vet appointment for spaying, shots and RFID Microchipping. The local vets made some nice business deals with you when you gave them a lot better behaved clients, you humbly brag to the mother about your credentials. Finally you explain your extended warranty of six months in case of expiration due to sudden fluffy death syndrome or sickness. Start up costs is where some people balk, but. A fluffy is a massive responsibility. One that Hasbio completely under-sold but also one you try to get owners to understand.
Of course, you make a small profit off that as do the vets, but you are responsible for a good product first of all.
After some discussion with the young girl about responsibility and making sure they are committed to the fluffy. They decide to take the deal. You ready the paperwork as the state requires registration of a fluffy sale including addresses for population control. You read out the boilerplate “The government won’t track you down” speech and the benefit in having the fluffy on database so they can match its RFID tag if it goes missing. Sure, most fluffies don’t survive if they get lost, but there’s always a few exceptions that make it to the shelter. The forms are filled out and payment is processed. You ask them if they want to name the fluffy before you go prepare it now they have paid for it. The little girl seems to be set on “Amber”. You bring over the fluffy and the girl dubs it. The fluffy seems overjoyed, if a little nervous. You take it back from their arms and ask them to come back in twenty to thirty minutes after you have prepared the fluffy.
Preparation is the last part of the sale. You never thought it was important till you had your first return. Turned out the foal missed all its friends and wanted to come back. Of course, it came back with its back legs broken and missing an eye since it figured the best course of action was to call its owner a “dummeh” and shit on the floor in protest till it got its friends back. There was a partial refund because you were embarrassed about the behavior. It became a quickly euthanised fluffy that never got to see its friends again. You can learn by making mistakes though there’s no coming back for the fluffy.
You sit the overjoyed fluffy on the counter behind your desk. First, you take the opportunity to do a quick physical on the fluffy. Checking its legs, it’s hooves, it’s body, mouth and eyes for any problems like fluff rot or infections on its hooves. The fluffy thinks it’s a game, and eagerly does what you say as you check its hoovsies. There’s always a moment of panic when you check it’s “Special place” so there’s no infections. But your foals trust you enough when you say you only need to check. Fluffy private parts gross you out, never mind the reaction so you quickly get it over with. You finalise it by asking to “Give Huggies” and watch the fluffy perfectly squat itself on its hind quarters and reach its arms out painlessly. A no problem pass rewarded by a quick hug from your hand.
Next you ask if it will miss it’s friends. “Ambuw miss stuffy fwiend. But wuv new mummah” is the only answer you get. No anxiety from leaving the foal pen which is good. Fluffies are social creatures. They make friends. Some miss them more than others if they leave and can take it out on the owner. This one won’t. Doesn’t seem to be making a fuss. Though it does miss its stuffy friend.
Finally, you prepare the moving box. The insides are pastel colored with a plastic meshed window on the front to allow air in and allow the fluffy to see out. You lay in a small disposable blanket and finally tell Amber she’s not going in a sorry box. She’s going in a magic “nice box” and soon she will be at her new home. That ruse always seems to work. You place Amber in and give her a few minutes to let her acclimate while bringing out the starter package box from the back. You finally prepare the package and look back, Amber is looking a little worried. You walk back over to the foal pen and see an untouched stuffy friend leaning on the back wall. You take it up, walk back and gently place it in the box. You’ll replace it with a new one later.
Amber hugs the friend as she softly cries “Fank you daddeh”. You remind her you are not her daddeh any more, but you will always remember her and to be a good fluffy for her new mummah. You chuckle a bit. You are good at lying to the fluffies at this point. The turnover is so vast in a year, you won’t remember, but you are doing it for the fluffy and the customer. The two new owners come back into the store with the little girl almost bounding in. You give a last minute briefing to allow the fluffy to settle in as you help bring the box of materials to their car. The little girl clutches the box and the foal waves goodbye through the window as they leave with their new pet and you $200 up before lunch. A good start, but not exactly bill paying money.
The rest of the day is eventful. You removed the shitter from the sorry box in the filly pen and gave her a quick shower in the sink before telling her “that’s what happens when you make bad poopies”. She seems to get the message. You place two new stuffy friends in the filly pen to replace the old one. A foal pen fight over a ball was broken up and two colts got overnight stays in sorry boxes. You gave them some time to cool off. Colts will be colts and one of them is getting moved to free range after this. You sold three adult mares to what you were sure was a hugboxer and only could imagine the smell. Or what they might do with three mares. You get the shivers.
A customer came in, in a hurry and looking for a sorry box and not just any sorry box, “One that works”. The faint, yet distinct smell of “Sorry poopies” emanated from them. A quick prodding of the customer finds his mare had gone bratty, demanding spaghetti. You sold him a deluxe sorry box with a nozzle that sprayed listerine at random intervals. Fluffies hate the smell so much it drives them up the wall even just being threatened.
Another adult stallion got taken by an old man wanting some company. You sold him one of your older stallions. Brick. Brick was always a conversationalist. To an annoying degree considering he forgot what he was talking about all of the time. Also being a fluffy helps with that impediment. But he kept other fluffies happy, and had good colors since you named him for his “Brick Red” fluff and silver mane. Hopefully the old man gets some company. You had some repeat customers come by to pick up some more accessories and food. One even picked up a second foal to give the foal you sold them two weeks ago more company. Your name alone is getting you business over the pet stores. Your mind briefly thinks of expansion before realising you have to pay the bills before that and you need a lot more.
You notice the sun starting to set on the street as you feed the fluffies for their dinner when a sleek black Lexus with tinted windows seems to crawl up on the side road. Almost wanting not to be noticed. Soon after, a middle aged man with dark sunglasses, a hoodie, jeans and a baseball cap enters the store. You know your regulars. You only know his name, but you know not to share it. Confidentiality is key.
Abuse in your state is a funny thing. It’s one of the only areas with ordinance for abusers. If you own the fluffy. You can do what you want with it. Ferals on public land are fair game as long as they are thrown away in bio bins. You have to be cautious as Killing someone else’s fluffy gets you a huge fine plus damages even if they are missing or dumped. Especially as if ferals are on someone’s private land, they can claim ownership. And a lot of old people keep ferals on their land since they are rare in this state due to breeding controls. Killing the wrong fluffy can lead you into a world of shit. Better to buy or breed what you want to kill. Never mind that public abusing can get you onto state and FBI watchlists.
This guy isn’t the outward abuser type. Those seem to stay with the fedora kids online. This guy is kind that goes to the gym semi regularly but has rather rich dinners with the company. He’s not one who goes hunting in the park with a hatchet or even a Katana. He’d rather not have anyone see what he’s doing. You don’t ask questions. You knew his name before you met him the first time. It’s a familiar secret. Without his tireless efforts in making the laws that protected fluffies, you probably wouldn’t have this business and be managing some bored teenagers in an offramp Taco Bell.
You approach and ask if he needs assistance. He reminds you of the email you sent earlier. You remember the criteria. A fluffy who “Won’t be missed” and “Will survive a long time”. You know what he’s planning to do. You ask if he had any particular foal in mind and you can tell him. He looks and enquires about the Blue and Purple one who shat itself earlier, currently munching on a carrot. Unfortunately for him and fortunately for the foal. It’s a no. High grade. $100. Well out of his budget for the fluffy itself. He mentions once more he’s a man that makes money but not going to spend it all on the shitrat as he laughs and slaps you on the back like an old friend. You know that laugh. Menacing, cruel and loving it. Just then a brown and yellow foal runs up to a ball and starts knocking it around heartily. A sadistic smile falls upon his face. You know that foal.
That foal was birthed recently by your breeding mare Blueberry. She called it “Rolly” because it had a tendency to tumble off her back. Rolly stuck out to you for having an incredibly good temperament for a foal. Especially friendly and active. Always playing. Wanted to hug the world. First to console a hurt friend and incredibly emphatic. Those colors were obscenely bad however. The shade of brown on her fluff made her look like a fluffy turd and the yellow mane looked like a piece of sweetcorn in a turd. Even discussing it with other breeder friends, you couldn’t figure out how to get her behavior into a good color without a legion of shit colored browns. Never mind some breeders just left browns to die or convinced the mare it was a “Poopie Babbeh” as it wasn’t profitable. Even your customers liked her. But you could never convince anyone to take her. Her adorable face, her incredible temperament. The perfect fluffy, surrounded by the most garish colors. If they were made by a god than a bio-engineering corporation, you’d consider it a cruel joke. You know this man is experienced in what he wants and very, very interested in this fluffy.
He queries you “How much for the brown foal?”.
You hesitate, but respond. “Ten dollars”.
The man smiles and turns to you, a knowing glint in his eyes as you both walk away from the pen and over to a menacing black cabinet. You know not to discuss matters in front of the fluffies ``Quite frankly you are letting me away with a bargain with the quality you sell, even for that little turd. I can already see it in its perfect temperaments. In all the foals temperaments. The perfect fluffy in all but it’s mane”. He takes a moment to heartily laugh again with his own entendre. “Ferals just fall apart in your hands. Mills just sell me broken toys. Hugboxers sell me spoiled goods. But you are offering me quality, Son. You always do. Now lets see what new toys you have for me”
You open a big black cabinet the fluffies cannot see. And you hope most of them will never see what’s inside. Inside is a catalog of torture implements that the Saudi Arabian secret police would be envious of. Telescopic steel sorry sticks that can be added onto with spikes Sorry boxes with spikes on the side like an iron maiden. Sorry boxes that move the walls in automatically on a timer to crush the fluffy then move back out. Leg Stumpers that slowly saw in the flesh of the leg before cauterising the wound over the course of five hours. An immobilisation board that dislocates limbs like a torture rack or crushes them. You have done your research. You bring in the wildest abuse tools from independent suppliers, and sell them for a premium price. Nothing is illegal here. All covered on your breeding licence.
“Magnificent”, the man grins. I think I will take a few of these as he points out the tools he wants. You set them all in a blank brown box as Customer discretion is vital (Nor do you want hugboxers protesting you) and ring them up. $1000 worth of abuse tools and the fluffy. You ask him to sign the state mandatory registration. He signs no problem. All registrations are confidential anyway. Hugboxers have already tried to attack the database with no luck. And he doesn’t seem to give a fuck anyway. He’s the one who created it after all.
Meanwhile your abuser is over at the foal pen, he’s rolling the ball and Rolly is chasing after it and giggling. Your heart screams at you how wrong it is. But you can’t do anything. You already signed her death warrant and taken the blood money. You have done this hundreds of times before. You sigh as you make your way over and inform your customer
“Sir, you I do a preparation process to make sure the fluffy is acclimated to leave. I’ll need about a half hour to an hour”
The man smiles and slaps you on the back again. “See kid, this is why I give you my business. So many are content to dump a screaming sack of shit pulled from its mother in your hands and expect you to take care of it and it’s brain melts the first time it sees a sorry stick. Last time I bought from some hugboxer loser, the damn shitrat broke before I even get it out to the car. I had to throw it in a river on the way back. Really dragged my day down”. He motioned to leave as he gave his delivery instructions “You know the drill kid. I park in the alleyway, you give me the box and I drive off. None of this happened and you didn’t see shit”. You assure him of his confidentiality as he leaves the store with the box of horrific implements in the back of his car and a gigantic grin on his face.
You take Rolly out of the pen and tell her she has a new daddy coming soon and ask her if it wants to wave goodbye to the other foals. She does with a grin. Everyone is almost shocked to see her go. One Grey and blue maned foal starts crying because it will miss her friend. You take her to another counter in the back of the store.
You sit Rolly down on the counter and sigh. Your head is obviously frustrated. You have done this hundreds of times now. It’s never easy. You considered hiring some staff to do it but your responsibility won out. You start with the same physical as earlier. Every joint seems fine. A picture of health for now. And Rolly has plenty of huggies to give.
You skip the questions about the pen and missing her friends. It doesn’t really matter. She’s going to hell. You sent her there. You give her a good hug for being a good fluffy again while she calls you the “Bestest daddeh”. It stings you in the heart. She’s a good fluffy, really and truly is. And that’s why he bought her.
You prepare the box. Same as usual. But before you put her in. You do one final thing. You reach to the cupboard and take out a tin and a bowl. Opening the tin, A river of pasta and marinara flows out. “SKETTI!” she cries out as she watches it go in the bowl. “It’s yours Rolly, tuck in” you say as she squeals “FANK YOU DADDEH!”. “You are a good fluffy” you say as the filly eats away heartily. She finishes up and lets out a small burp as you lay the blanket down in the box.
“Will you be a good fluffy for your new daddy” you ask as you lift her in front of your face for the final time? “Fwuffy be bestest fwuffy evah!” Rolly eagerly replies. You give her one last hug, the last one she will ever get before you put her into the box to her certain doom.
Soon you get a text from the gentleman. He’s outside. You look in the box and see a yawning Rolly. You deliver the box with the soon sleeping foal to the man outside and thank him for his custom. He laughs again as he says “I’d say see you soon but you know I won’t be back for a while. I’ll be back though”. It’s little solace as he pulls away quickly from the store.
You go to lock up the store and count your thirty pieces of silver. It pays the bills and adds a bit of headroom. You did good, though Lying to yourself gets easier all the time.
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The Brown fluffed filly returned to the land of the living from her slumber. She yawned and eagerly opened her eyes, looking around her bright new home and her wonderful new owner. But the ideal paradise, the one fluffies wish for was not to be soon. No bright safe room, no good toys. The musty air was only lit by a dimly lit lightbulb. It was odd. She expected a bright new home for a good fluffy, just like “owd daddeh” said. She tried to move her legs to explore, but found them stuck. In fact, her whole body was stuck.
“There’s my little Turd”, a wicked voice came out of the darkness.
The fluffy was innocent to his insults and asked for his help. “Nyu Daddeh? Rowwy stuck. Need hewp pwease”
The fluffy and tried to stuggle, but “Nyu daddeh” didn’t seem to care a lot. In fact, he seemed to completely ignore her while reaching for something beside her. The fluffy tried to watch what her “Nyu daddeh” was doing only to be cut off with an intense amount of pain.
*CRACK*
A large shock of pain went through the fluffies body followed by another stinging blow. Rolly could only see the sorriest of sorry sticks in her new daddehs hand. A tiny bit of boo boo juice dripped off the barbs on the sorry stick, making the fluffy whimper in terror.
The man cradled the fearful and sobbing fluffy’s head in his hand and forced her to look at his grinning face. All sorts of ideas passing in his twisted mind. Rolly went to the only “Pwease daddeh. Nu huwt fwuffy. Fwuffy owny am babbeh”. But it was no use. The man seemed to become incensed. He grabbed a thumbtack and dug it right into her back.
“OWIES! Huuu huuu huuu! Fwuffy ownwy wan gif daddeh huggies and wuv” the fluffy pitifully sobbed out.
“Little fucking shit. I hate that stupid defensive talk”. The man stopped to slap the fluffy harshly across her snout. The man cradled the fluffies head roughly in his hand and forced her to look at his enraged and sadistic face “I’m not your daddeh either you fucking turd”
“M-M-Munstah daddeh?!” is all the betrayed fluffy can muster. She could feel There were no love in his “hugs”. Only cruelty and malice.
“You are damn right I’m a monster, little Turd”
The man reached over and tapped a button on the side of the box. The fluffy could feel a squeeze on the top of her back left leg. She squirmed hard trying to escape the holes that held her
“Nuuuuuuuuuuu! Nu wan huwties! Nu wan!”
The fluffy could only struggle and beg for mercy as the pinch slowly began to crush on her leg, she squealed and she begged but it was no use.
*Snap*
“SKREEEEEEEEEEEEE!”. The blinding pain as the bones in the leg snapped in two was too much as she screamed as much as her voice box allowed her. The man rewarded himself with another boilsterous laugh.
“Don’t worry my dear Turd. It just broke one part of your leg With the advanced healing you shitrats have. I can break your ugh, “Weggie” again in another three weeks. And we have three more to go”
The man opened a drawer on his work bench and laid his arsenal out in front of the fluffies eyes. Electric sorry sticks, sharp blades, everything needed to hurt and torture a defenseless fluffy. All things that made the fluffy freak out in her prison. The fluffy chirped in distress as the pain overcame her.
“We have all the time in the world” he laughed once more as he dug another pin into the screaming fluffies back.
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You are the responsible breeder. You have a responsibility to enter your customer's details into the state database, then seal them for confidentiality and send the paperwork to the “domestic biotoy department”.
You have a responsibility to take care of your fluffies. And you do. You check your pens before nightfall inside and outside. You finally remove the profiles of the fluffies you sold today from their folders and the one of the deceased fluffies. You no longer need them. They go in the shredder.
You stare one last time at one of the profiles. A smiling foal was almost waving to the “nice shiny boxie” when you took their picture
”Rolly” - Earthy type. No separation issues from mother. Energetic, loving, empathetic. No behavioural problems at all. Sociable, doesn’t seem worried about human contact. Brown Fluff and Sweetcorn yellow mane. Colors are abysmal. Can try sell on personality. Really needs someone to love her back. High grade fluffy in low grade body
You throw it in the shredder. You have a responsibility to forget.
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2020.09.29 21:04 mr_tyler_durden Notes and Highlights of Kentucky Governor Andy Beshear’s Live Update September 29, 2020

Notes and Highlights of Kentucky Governor Andy Beshear’s Live Update September 29, 2020
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