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I have exactly 25 days to finish my PGCE and I can't wait. Its been rough, busy, crazy, most of the time felt like I tripped on something 2 weeks earlier and still tried to get my balance back. For the last 6 months. :)
for everyone else who will read this at the beginning of your 1st and 2nd placement- listen to this advice, because it may save your life.
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My 1st Placement was a wonderful school, with amazing teachers, a team, atmosphere. My mentor was a crazy guy who was hovering 1m above the ground all the time because of the energy he had. i went in the first day and I said: 'I may look like a woman but I'm a tough soldier. Please treat me like one. If I fuck up smth, you have to tell me, don't wrap it up in cotton candy. If I do something good, I need to hear it. Nothing in between.'. 'Deal!' he said and kept his promise. The placement was a breeze, he was an amazing mentor and I will always have him as my main teaching inspiration. For out-of-control reasons I had to finish my 1st placement on my own, I was trusted by other teachers and was teaching on my own, with an observer in the room, getting flying colours and excellent formal observations from all sorts of different teachers. Finished my 1stP on the green, with an excellent opinion.
They said '2nd Placement may be a shock to the system. You have to start everything anew, new building, new people, new kids, even the loo is different, THAT'S NORMAL, wait it out. It can never be the same and you have 50/50 chances it will be worse.'
With this thought, I went on to my 2nd placement. Not as an experienced teacher but still as a half-baked newbie - I realised something was terribly wrong on the first day of my teaching. First week, of observations, only was raising my hair but Monday was a shock. My new mentor, a woman this time, has presented herself as a friendly and easygoing person and that's how I took it. I was observing her lessons, naughty kids, her screaming at them, and kids not listening to her at all.... I thought 'It's just a phase, wait it out'.....
Monday morning, my first lesson, my mentor never had any time for me during the previous week so I didn't even know if my own laptop (''the school wasn't borrowing anything for strangers'') was working with their projectors... She was just finishing her 1st lesson, kids were packed and pushing on the door, and she was still screaming over their heads... I silently went in through the other door, with a smile, my laptop, my resources... and she screamed: 'HOW DARE YOU STORMING INTO MY LESSON WHILE I'M TEACHING??? YOU WILL NOW WAIT OUTSIDE UNTIL I SAY YOU CAN COME IN!'. I did, like a puppy with a tail between my legs. After she has finished and allowed me to come in, it was already 5 past, by the time I set up my laptop, 10 past and Y10 were waiting outside. I was flushed, blushed, stressed out.... After the lesson, she wrote 35 negative remarks starting from: '10 minutes late, not prepared for school requirements, quiet, intimidated, low self-esteem....'' I was crushed, since that day, all other days were just worse- telling me off for 'not planning for YouTube not playing due to school firewall', ''fiddling with HDMI connectors'' (at some point I had 7 because you never knew which one will work today), telling me off for printing, for not printing, for changing her lessons, for selection of photographs for my own task.... She was stealing my breaks, winging my weekly meetings, dropping last-minute changes on my head, and demanding 48hrs to send my lessons to, while not being able to tell me what was I supposed to teach 12hrs before (shared groups). I thought - ITS NORMAL< WAIT IT OUT. February was a nightmare, March was a living hell. Just before Easter, she told me she was leaving - 'I hate teaching, hate those little fuckers, hate school.'. She knew all the way she was on her way out and just hated every moment. Including me. And I was the punching bag for her frustrations. I was an inch from reporting her to my training provider... but I WAS STILL PLAYING THE GAME OF MAKING IT WORK> Stupid cow, I was.
Easter came and went. Because I never reported problems, my new mentor said I was 'intimidated and scared', and had a lot of gaps and lots of things to catch up with. THEN I said what my last 2 months looked like and for my new mentor, suddenly everything made sense. She has put me on Amber to ''help me''. Amber turned into Red when my training provider got involved in 'taking care of me'. Still, by this time I was a confident teacher, getting solid rapport with students, always perfectly organised and planned with the knowledge they called 'strong and exceeding expectations'... still on red. I felt like I was unlearning, making other teachers happy but not myself, I was teaching for them not with them, some of the teachers were falling asleep at the back of the class, so caring for observing the lesson. None of them wanted to see lesson plans, some would be giving me my formal feedback 2 weeks after the lesson....
In the meantime, I got a teaching job and the school was crazy about me. I offer combined science on top of my native subject so they were over the moon. And so was I.
Until I finally said to myself 'What the fuck is going on?!' I felt like everybody to cover their backs was calling me 'inept' to justify the fact I was abandoned in my training for 2 months. Starting from my 3rd mentor, and finishing with my other mentors on different levels. They made me amber and then red to cover in paperwork the fact I was not getting value for my money and they were trying to help. So I told them EXACTLY what was going on there, on the school and dept level.
And finally, someone had a brilliant idea- they moved me over to my forever school to finish my training there... and that was a game changer. All my skills and passion for teaching were there all the time!
Now- ADVICE - IF IT DOESN'T FEEL RIGHT - IT'S NOT RIGHT. Don't try to march through the mud, don't pretend to be a hero, and don't smile through the tears. Go back to your provider and say it as it is as soon as it feels awkward. Don't put yourself at risk of losing training, self-confidence and skills, risking failing your course. If you feel it's for you, no one can take it away from you! It's your hard work that matters, determination and passion. Don't leave it to a chance!
I got my justice in the end and like I said, we are almost there. I'm happy I will never have to put my feet on the threshold of that school again, despite some rare teachers that were wonderful, the majority were just pretending they were working in a 'good school'. BTW, a school that went down to 'RI' over the winter.
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SUBJECT-DESIGNATION: Admiral Marcus Miller
LOCATION: Earthen Orbit, Atlantic Citadel
DATE: EARTH-TIME [Wednesday, August 23, 2186]
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I stood above Earth, gazing down upon her bright blue brilliance from the comfort of my personal quarters.
It was odd to think that just five hundred years ago, humanity had been scared of the darkness that lingered at the forest’s edge. I couldn’t imagine that those born during that time could have ever imagined the heights which we would rise to. My only hope was that our vast distance from the ground of primitivity wouldn’t lead to a devastating fall.
Already it felt like a lifetime ago that my crew and I had braved our own dark forest—the endless expanse of space beyond our system’s heliopause. Now we knew of the devils that rested at the edge of those shadows. The fires of Sol and the shield of our Oort cloud were all that now stood between us and them. At least in the process of our journey, we had met another group of weary travelers. We now knew that we were not alone.
The reaction to our discovery of the Khimrox—or perhaps their discovery of us—had actually gone over quite well with the global population, though some fringe groups chose to remain skeptical for reasons I couldn’t fathom.
Following the acceptance of the Khimroxian people as refugees, I was rather quickly promoted to the position of admiral. Despite it being an honorary title for the time-being, it was one that I wore with pride. Besides, considering how things were currently going among the leadership of the UEN, it was my guess that we would soon need all of the fleet commanders we could get.
Being separated from my crew though, it was certainly an ordeal. For over a year, we had trained and prepared for our journey aboard the Challenger, all the while forming a strong bond—the bond of a crew. It was them who had kept my mind from plunging into the hopeless darkness that threatened to envelop my mind back aboard the ruined wreck of our exploratory vessel.
Liz and Garth had been reassigned to finally fulfill their true calling as biologists. Together, they dove head-first into in-depth studies of Khimroxian anatomy and physiology. Sid had opted to assist in the deconstruction of the Ignis, allowing its analysis by a team of scientists that included Lee. As far as I was aware, they had so far produced staggeringly impressive results in regards to potential military applications. Jake was probably the wisest among us, choosing to enter an early retirement, which I quite honestly considered the smartest move. Each member of the Challenger had essentially become an influential celebrity overnight. If any of us chose to, we wouldn’t need to work another day in our lives.
Nia had taken an extended leave of absence following our return and chose to take up temporary residence within the Khimrox colony. Darius was perhaps the only one that had stuck with me. Due to my request, he was to be the chief navigational officer of a brand new fleet that had been promised to me—an experimental UEN fleet by the name of Vengeant Dawn.
Though word hadn’t yet officially been released, some part of me could sense the storm approaching on the horizon. War was coming. The only questions that remained were when and how it would be waged, one of which we were currently working to answer.
Some remained skeptical, but me, I had been waiting since the day I first heard of that wretched name, the one which hid behind a thin and lustrous coat. They would pay in blood for what they had done to our Khimroxian friends and to all of the scion species that they considered beneath them.
Speaking of those pricks… I turned from the window to look back at the objects of interest.
We had already begun to install improvements and replacements for our own technology from what we had researched so far. The holo-table of my room was one such improvement.
Atop it, hovered three ire-inspiring figures—the bastards of the Orion Arm.
One was what looked to be a molluscoid. Twelve long and winding tentacles stretched from its body. The creature’s skin could possess a wide variety of colors, but this one took on a dark shade of blue. Atop its head—or back, I still wasn’t entirely sure—was a large circular shell that spiraled backwards. The shell itself was fairly reminiscent of an ammonite, with the notable exception of its golden sheen. A green pair of eyes with slitted black pupils could be found at either side of its face. At the end of each of its limbs were a strange bunch of contraptions that were barely recognizable as the manipulators they were. To support its spineless body—and perhaps its brazen cowardice—was an exoskeleton which covered the length of its tentacles, allowing it to rise to an ironically respectable height. The Dodektopi.
The second was a shape that made no sense according to what little we apparently knew regarding the formation of life. The figure of flames was somewhat humanoid in shape, but distinct enough to separate it from ourselves. A frenzy of dancing plasma licked across the surface of its shape, occasionally whipping out from its body in flares of solar activity. Centered within the fiery specter’s face was an unfamiliar symbol forged out of a sleek black metal that did not burn with the being’s body. Its hands and feet that connected the body were made of similar steel and seemed to hold the shape together with the help of the head. The Novari.
Last but most certainly not least was a chillingly familiar shape. It was an ancient and terrible legend made manifest. The draconic figure before me bore ebony-black scales. A wicked pair of gold curling horns rose from the tyrant’s skull, covered in rings of that black metal that wrapped around them. Cryptic runes—whose mere existence denoted their ancient nature—were etched into the bone of these very same horns. Surrounding its head were countless quills that reached back behind the skull. From its oddly placed back pair of shoulders sprouted leathery wings that curled around the body, nearly encircling it in a hug. A long tail whose spiked end was covered in yet more of those sleek black rings fell behind them. The creature wore nothing more than a red ornamented kilt, bearing the same symbols as those etched upon its body across the sashes which held it in place. Its imposing physique was proudly put on display and an amber pair of greedy eyes rested behind its black maw of terrible teeth.
At the second and frontward pair of stubby shoulders, a shimmering pair of auric arms, engraved with yet more of those runes. I could have recognized their design anywhere. They bore an uncanny similarity with those utilized by our Khimrox friends. The three primary differences between those of them and those that belong to our friends were the sheer quality of the design, the notable exception of their shimmering sheen and their lethal talons that had been sharpened to a shining point. The Aeryvyn.
The terrible triumvirate mocked me with their mere presence, but I couldn’t tear them away from my sight. It’s fortunate that something else did it for me.
A ping that rained from the speakers in my ceiling heralded the incoming message. “All UEN personnel with alpha clearance please report to the briefing room.” Two more times, the soft and purposefully inoffensive voice repeated itself.
With a sigh, I shut off the display and marched to don the new garb that matched my position. When my door slid open, I saw several others stride through the long hall of yet more doors that matched my own.
The familiar scent of ozone had been a relief following the unnaturally clean air of the Ignis. That ship was no longer the home of the Khimroxian refugees, so I had little care for its continued existence. By now, it was a skeleton of alien alloys.
Our straight, gray walls and steel-vented floors were showered in warm light. Compared to the Ignis where the too-white surface where wall and floor blended together, the scenic viewing ports and recognizable craftsmanship felt like the warm embrace of a long-lost friend.
Speaking of friends, I wonder if I’ll see Saffan. Weeks had passed now since I last saw the captain-ambassador. His new position ensured this was so.
A stream of gray-coated senior staff flowed through the doors to the briefing room. At the entrance, a full complement of soldiers outfitted with Styx suits stood guard. That generation of armor would soon be outdated in comparison to the schematics I had seen prepared.
My heart warmed involuntarily as I entered the room. Saffan’s bright eyes of perpetual wideness stared back at me. I shouldered my way through the convening crowds of admirals. Each spoke with a weight of self-importance that I couldn’t have cared less for.
When I finally reached him he called my name. “Marcus!” The captain extended a hand. Wait, what? I wasn’t sure whether to be more confused by his use of the gesture or his new set of arms. They were admittedly simple compared to the prior pair and they were coated with a blue shine that matched his eyes. The digits no longer took the shape of those reptilian claws, instead forming an approximation of human fingers.
The hands locked perfectly with my own. “Saffan, good to see you again. How are things going?”
“Wonderfully. Though I must say, you humans seem to have more countries than you know what to do with.” Saffan folded his arms. “I’ve visited thirteen nations already and I still have over a hundred that have sent me visitation invitations.”
A scoff escaped my throat. “Yeah, that’s us for you. Needlessly overcomplicated.”
I took a step forward and placed a hand on a brilliant blue arm. “And these! When did you get these?” Saffan practically beamed at my inquiry.
“Elizabeth and Garth actually helped design them! They’re exceptionally lightweight compared to my last pair and they can fold to not hinder flight.” As he said this, the two artificial limbs pressed up against his body as he fully folded his wings in a similar manner. With both arms and wings folded, he would have looked like a great horned owl if not for the obvious discrepancies of his size, his horned head and the swirling patterns that covered his wings.
“That’s enough about me though, how have you been? What have you been up to?”
“Ah, not much,” I said, rubbing the back of my head. “Paid the family a visit a week back for the first time since the Challenger. For the most part though, I've been training on the battle sims these last few weeks. If I’m to be an admiral, may as well try to play the part.” Saffan slowly nodded. I got the feeling that he too sensed the approaching storm.
“This family of yours, I’d love to meet them some time.”
“Oh, I’m sure they’d love to meet you I…”
“Attention!” The stern sound cut me off. The rippling chorus of speech died down almost immediately as the call demanded our undivided focus. I could’ve recognized that voice anywhere.
“Thank you for joining me, my friends.”
“You’re a smart bunch of people, so I’m sure you’ve gotten the sense for what’s been going on by now.” Redd took a deep sigh and looked around the room at the entirety of the UEN navy’s command structure.
“Ever since the Khimroxians arrived, we’ve been faced with a choice—a choice that must not be taken lightly.” The captain turned our way and gave Saffan a nod.
“When the brave souls aboard the Ignis saved the crew of the Challenger, they showed the true character of their people. They were faced with hard decisions—for our people and theirs—but they chose to push forward and in so doing, saved not only the lives of those aboard the Challenger, but all of Earth from falling subject to their lords. After due deliberation with the council-members of the United Earthen Nations, we have decided to follow in the footsteps of our friends and take such a risk.”
“As of right now, we are at war with the Alliance of the Aurum Arm.” The room fell into deafening silence.
“Each member-state of the UEN will alert their people in due time, but for the moment, not a single word heard within this meeting must be uttered outside of this room.”
Admiral Sturm, the very man who had been my commander not all that long ago, spoke up. “With all due respect, Director, we don’t have the means to wage such a conflict.”
“That's why we’ll create the means. For once, I’m glad to say something good came out of the Kuiper War.” This derived a few nervous laughs from the audience. “With the production facilities appropriated from the (x corporation), and with a few adjustments, we have the potential to create the most powerful fleet of human-made ships to ever enter space.”
“Unfortunately however, we do not have the means to reproduce the white hole drives utilized by the Aurum vessels, or even the dark matter used to stabilize the damned things.”
“Saffan, this is where you and your people will come in. If we are to stand a chance of waging war on such a scale, we will need intelligence and lots of it.”
“As difficult as it may be, we need information; without it, we’re dead in the vacuum of space. We will need volunteers to go behind enemy lines and retrieve plans, schematics, layouts, anything that we can get a hold of that may provide us an advantage both strategically and technologically. Would your people be willing to go to such lengths?”
All eyes in the room turned to the ambassador-captain. “I—I don’t know. I will consult with them, but do I have your permission to speak freely about what you have told me?”
The aging man rubbed his orange-brown beard. “Yes. Yes that would probably be for the best wouldn’t it. Very well, just do your best not to allow it to reach other ears.”
“Yes sir.”
“As for the rest of you, allow me to detail the plan we have so far.”
“Though most of the security council members are not tacticians, they have agreed to the plan that I and a few of my most trusted consultants have prepared. Right now, the nearest sector with a habitable planet is known as Mortamis. This was the last jump point for the Ignis before it intercepted our distress signal. The tentative plan is to begin our expansion across their territory with the capture of this world to act as the staging grounds of our forces. However, until we receive more information regarding the exact layout of their defenses, we cannot commit to such an invasion.”
“From there, we will split up the UEN fleets into separate groups across the Orion arm and take out these tyrants by bleeding them of their most precious resource. Scions. Every world we take is an addition to our numbers, our production capacity, and our ability to fight.”
“Our end-goal is to capture the planet-capital of the alliance, Petris, and demand liberation of all species under control of the Aurum Alliance.“
“We do have a few major concerns however. According to the information provided to us by the Khimrox, a majority of Aurum vessels contain some form of scionic crew complement. Under no circumstances unless express consent is given by the command admiral of the fleet are we to attack a vessel with the intent of destroying it. We must first weaken and disable the ship’s defensive systems before boarding and liberating the captives.”
“I know that this flies in the face of all conventional battle tactics, but this is no conventional enemy that we’re fighting here. If we do not adapt, we will fail and all of humanity will be forced into scionship.”
“Keep in mind, this is a very brief version of our prepared plan. Each and every aspect of it is subject to change. We will discuss this in further detail later, but for now, that is all. Any further questions?” Once again, silence. “Very well then. This council session is now adjourned.”
Other than the shuffling of feet exiting, all was silent. We had known it was coming, but to hear it confirmed…
“Marcus.” The director approached, placing a heavy hand on my shoulder. “Go ahead and join Ambassador Aeax, why don’t you? Might help some of those Khimrox to see a human face that they’re familiar with.”
With a snappy salute, I responded with, “Yes sir.” His words were certainly a surprise, but a chance to join the Khimrox that had saved us was not one I would pass up easily. He may as well have just given me a week of leave considering the excitement that bubbled up within me.
Together, I and Saffan made our way to a nearby shuttle bay headed directly to the Khimroxian colony. Surprisingly, I hadn’t yet paid a visit to the settlement placed within the province of Hunan, but I had seen some images on several media platforms.
The trip was a quick one. Our transport plunged into the atmosphere, kicking up flames all around the outside of the cabin. Soon enough though, the flames of our descent died out and were replaced by the darkness of night.
Even with the slight turbulence, Saffan seemed deep in thought as his eyes stared at nothing in particular.
“Hey, you good?”
That seemed to snap him out of it. “Wha—oh yes, sorry.” A look of focus still remained on his face. For a moment, he continued in his silence before posing a question. “What if my people decide not to volunteer? This entire plan could fall through in an instant.”
“You don’t give your people enough credit, my feathered friend.” Saffan gave me a narrow-eyed look before letting out a cluck of a chuckle. “Redd was right in what he said. I’m sure your people will make the best choice for all of us.”
“For both our sakes, I can only hope that you’re right.”
Our Harpy gently sailed over mountains and treetops, slowly sinking to a stop within a secluded area of trees that were foreign to me.
Only I and Saffan left from the Harpy’s bay and stepped off onto the tarmac. Behind us, the cargo-door closed with a hiss. As we stepped out from underneath our cover, light droplets of water pattered against my skin.
Seconds later, the Harpy’s thrusters kicked in and the ship took flight. The heavy hum and glow of burning hydrogen accompanied the bird as it flew away. In mere moments, it was gone, though the distant boom of it breaking the sound barrier was audible enough.
Looking around, I saw a few of my fellow men and women unloading supplies from a parked Harpy onto a militarily designed transport truck. Dimly lit orange lamps shone down and around us, illuminating nearby hangar bays with their closed doors and rounded ceilings of corrugated metal.
“Let’s get going. I’m sure you don’t want to stay in the rain long.” The rain was enough to notice, but it wasn’t unpleasant. I gave a brief nod and we set off on the nearby road.
Though clouds of rain covered us, the light of the moon joined us as we walked to the village. The setup looked pretty standard from what I knew of modular UEN architecture. It was clear however that great care had been put into its construction. The rain kept most of the residents indoors for the time being, but through the windows of nearby buildings, I saw the illuminated interiors of cozy hostels where families and friends gathered together.
We passed another Khimrox while wading through the rain—one who held its head and horns high, walking with a cheery gait despite the gloomy weather. Compared to the stale and oppressive atmosphere aboard the Ignis, the settlement brimmed with life, even amidst the darkness of both night and storms.
Saffan led me forward to a quaint home with a metal awning that covered the railed porch. We walked up the steps and Saffan rapped on the door with his cobalt colored knuckles.
I hoped for Nia’s sake that her time away from the military had treated her well. Lord knows she deserved some respite. The door opened and Nia's face peeked out to greet us. “Saffan! Marcus! What are you two doing here?”
Saffan answered as I silently sat by. “Oh we were just passing through. Thought it might be a good idea to stop and pay you a visit.”
“Well don’t make yourself strangers. Come on in!” Saffan sat behind as I walked forward and gave his whole body a shake. Droplets flew from his body and slid off his slick feathers.
The home was a simple one, consisting of a main living room joined together with a kitchen. In the back of the home was a short hall leading to a middle door that stood between a pair of two others. In the living room, perched Tokieran, the same physician who had plunged into my mind to extract our language.
Immediately, he rose from where he rested and turned to face Saffan, “Captain!”
“Can’t be a captain without a ship, Toki.” The former captain waved away the words with a hand. “Saffan will do.”
“Oh. Uh, well, it's good to see you again, Saffan.”
“Likewise my friend. I’m certain you haven’t seen much of me considering your position during our time on the Ignis. It’s a shame we didn’t brush wings more often. You seem like a fine fellow.”
As the two avians got to talking, Nia gave me a light punch on the shoulder. “So, how’ve things been going for you admiral?” It was at this moment that I realized I was still in full military dress. Rather sheepishly, I pulled the hat from my head.
“Fine.” I muttered “You?”
A smile met her face. “Best I’ve felt since I enlisted.” She gave a look towards the two conversing Khimroxians. “It's still hard to believe any of this is real sometimes, ya know?”
I nodded. “Yeah. The Challenger, the Ignis, all of it. Feels like a dream now.”
Nia’s eyes stayed upon the owl-folk. “One of those dreams you don’t really want to wake up from.”
I gave a grunt of agreement. “I only wish all of the Khimroxians could share it with us.” This turned her towards me. Her smile curved down somewhat and she gave a slight nod.
What the hell. She’s going to learn it soon enough anyways. Rubbing the rim of my hat, I spoke softly. “Maybe soon, that will be possible.”
“What?”
“The council’s declared war.”
Her eyes snapped to mine, the smile fully gone. The room fell silent. I hadn’t hoped the others would hear me, but those Khimrox had an impeccable sense of hearing. I shouldn’t have expected any less from them.
All eyes turned to me. “The Aurum Alliance is a threat to humanity, the Khimrox, and all of the other scions that we haven’t even met yet. I think we both know this was inevitable”
“No, I get it, it's just… Wow.” The woman ran a hand through her black, tied-back hair as she heaved a sigh.
This facade dropped almost immediately and Nia’s mouth turned into a wonderfully devilish grin. After a few light chuckles, she said, “Better late than never I suppose. Those spineless sons-of-alien-bitches’ll never know what hit ‘em!”
The expressions on the faces of both Saffan and Tokieran showed no less resolve. Even the formerly jumpy physician proudly displayed a newfound sense of will. “The triumvirate operates under the expectation that we won’t fight back,” said Toki. “They see us as little more than animals and It's time we took full advantage of that fact.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” remarked Saffan.
If these willing warriors were in any way representative of the entire Human-Khimroxian collective, the battle against these golden tyrants would be over before we knew it.
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If I’d only followed my instincts, I’d never have boarded that doomed ship. When the Azure Seastar left port, its passengers were all alive, each with smart phones and watches and tablets, as well as the cruise ship’s own communications… yet not a single message was sent before it went missing! No distress call.
The fates of over a thousand passengers and crew remain unknown, with only a handful recovered from a lifeboat, days after the Seastar herself vanished. But the coast guard’s only statement on the lifeboat’s recovery was that “the passengers did not survive.” Rumors circulated about a “thermos full of eyeballs” and a “passenger whose mouth was stuffed full of severed fingers”—but these details have been denounced as lies, sensationalizing and capitalizing on a tragedy.
The official cause of the Seastar’s disappearance is a rogue wave. No survivors. No witnesses.
Well… one witness…
… but perhaps I shouldn’t tell. Better for the world if that ship stay lost forever!
The families of the missing, however, deserve the truth… which is why I am posting.
But first, a warning—the gruesome snippets I recounted above barely scratch the surface of the horror I am about to share, some of which I took part in. I wake screaming every night. I sleep with the lights on. I never enter darkened hallways or stairwells. And I do not ever shake hands. Although I’ve always had some quirks (the handshake one is an old habit), most of these are fresh, a consequence of my time aboard that doomed cruise ship. I do not intend to gloss over any details, but rather to give a complete accounting, including of my own involvement… so be forewarned.
And understand that my story is one of unimaginable horror.
***
To explain what really happened aboard the Seastar, I need to first tell a little about myself. Sorry, I know I’m like a bit of decorative wallpaper—just sort of there. But I see things.
It all started when I was very young (I do promise this is relevant). I didn’t want to swim in the community pool with my brother because the water was cloudy, hiding a shadowy figure in the deep end. I distinctly remember standing at the pool’s edge, crying inconsolably while my father urged, “Go on, jump in!”
My brother set the example, diving down to the bottom of the foggy water. When he came up, a silver dollar glinted in his fingers, which he dropped back into the pool before I could snatch it. “Oops! Guess you gotta dive for it!” He laughed, the sun shimmering off his sunburned shoulders. “Come on, there’s quarters down here, too!”
Diving for coins was a game we often played, so I plunged in after him, kicking my way down with my eyes squeezed shut. When my hands grazed the rough cement bottom, I patted around.
Silky hair tangled around my fingers like seaweed.
I forced my eyes open against the stinging chlorine—and shrieked.
Wide, empty eyes stared back at me from a bloated face.
When I shot to the surface, wailing about a dead woman in the water, other swimmers looked on, perplexed. My older brother tried to console me and swore there were nothing but coins.
He was correct—not until a week later would a woman drown in that pool, and sink to the bottom of the foggy water while swimmers unwittingly raced laps above her.
***
The next time I saw was when I threw a tantrum over my grandmother’s armchair. It smelled so bad I grabbed my nose and exclaimed, “Ewwww!”
My parents scolded me for my rudeness. Grandma occasionally struggled with incontinence, so for her chair to stink was, they assumed, the result of an accident. They thought I was exaggerating to make fun of her, but in the sweltering summer, the smell was truly unbearable—like rotting meat and diarrhea and cheap perfume all churned together. I threw such a fit we left, though Grandma insisted on hugging me despite my being an “awful brat.” Her skin was wrinkled, papery-thin and soft as silk, but despite the uncomfortable warmth of her apartment, her embrace was ice cold.
Less than a week later the call came. My grandmother had been found after a neighbor’s complaint about the smell…
She’d died in her chair.
***
But when the seeing really clicked was in my tween years, two separate incidents. The first was after a classmate of my brother’s pulled up in a car reeking of burnt meat, the interior charred and black. He stepped out of the car seeming not to notice that behind him, another version of him remained belted into the front seat, unrecognizable through the char beyond the glint of a gold chain melted into his neck. I burst into hysterical tears and screamed at my brother not to let him drive. The classmate laughed and called me a weirdo.
He crashed later that week.
The second incident began at a school function, where my brother chaperoned me. A man pulled up in the school drop-off zone—he was one of the more popular teachers, famous for his yearly pizza parties. In the car with him were two young kids. I can’t remember their names, just that the littlest boy was giggling and clinging to a toy T-rex when he hopped out. My brother and I were asked to help carry the party supplies and drinks from the teacher’s car. But the moment I opened the passenger door to grab a box, the reek of fetid pond water made my stomach lurch. I staggered back, clapping a hand to my nose and mouth.
“Hey! Everything all right?” the teacher asked.
My brother, no doubt remembering what happened to his classmate weeks earlier, took me aside.
“C-c-c-c-cold!” I burst to him. “D-dark! The smell! Like the rot in the bottom of a lake…”
While I wrung my hands and sniffled, my brother watched the two young kids follow the teacher into the school. He shook my shoulder and said, “Hey—hey, we’re going to save them.”
“How? No one ever believes me!”
“I believe you, Hope. Hey…” He gave me a squeeze and looked in my eyes. “‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers…”
What a dork. That line was from Emily Dickinson—my brother’s favorite quote for me for when I was upset. It was corny, but encouraged me.
A few minutes later, we were careening along backwoods roads in the teacher’s car. To this day, I don’t know how my brother got the keys. His plan was we’d stow the car in a garage for a couple weeks, long enough to outlast the vision, since my predictions always came true within about six days. But it hadn’t occurred to either of us how being inside the car would affect me. The damp and rot washed over my skin. COLD. Every hair on my body stood erect, floating as if underwater. I couldn’t breathe… gagging on the fetid water, I rolled down my window. Raindrops from outside pelted my face, and something… something clicked. A sudden terrible question. When I’d peered into the darkened interior, I hadn’t been able to see… who was inside the car?
“Hey,” my brother said, apparently struck by the same thought. “You’re not foreseeing our deaths, are you?”
I don’t know if it was fate that caused us to fishtail just as he spoke. But also he might have hit something, because there was a bump. All I know is suddenly we were flying, off the road and over the side toward a lake, and then plunging, and I snatched for his hand as the impact slammed us forward into the dashboard. Then the water wasn’t just in my mind. It was real. It was pouring in through the car window.
I fought, flailing. Unbuckled. Floundered through the half-open window. Luckily I was still small enough to get through, swimming up and breaking the surface.
“Cory!” I screamed. “CORY!!!”
But I knew already that my brother wasn’t coming up—his hand had been cold when I’d touched it.
***
Naturally, his death feels like my fault. Oh, in kinder moments I remember that I was a child, and try to forgive myself for letting him get behind that wheel. But for a time, I was driven by the fierce need to atone. I sought desperately to save even one life… ANY life. I’d see a body swaying from a beam in a construction site. Legs dangling from a trunk in the car on the highway ahead of me. A suitcase on sale in a luggage store, dripping blood. Every time I tried to prevent the death… only to fail or worse, cause it. Each loss drove home more deeply my shame, my failure… until eventually…
I gave up.
I don’t try to prevent the deaths anymore. These days I catch a whiff of that familiar sickly putrid scent, and I leave. I avoid human touch, especially handshakes.
I’ve truly become wallpaper. Able to see. Powerless to prevent.
My name, incidentally, is Cassandra… I changed it because I could no longer bear my birth name. If “Hope” is the thing with feathers, I was an angel of death, harbinger of doom to my brother and others. So instead I call myself after the Greek priestess doomed to foresee the future but never to be believed… unable to prevent even one single tragedy.
***
But let’s get back to the cruise. The missing passengers. The eyeballs in the thermos—oh, those grisly details! Mind you, once you know you can’t un-know, no matter how much you drink, or smoke, or however you drown your despair. Speaking of drowning, a month ago today, I hit the big 4-O. I celebrated my four decades of life by doing the one thing I’ve done consistently since I was old enough—drinking away my failures. Every icy grip. Every unheeded warning. And especially the times I’ve well and truly fucked up. Oh yes. Those are the ones that call for some hard forgetting.
I was on my second or seventh drink at my favorite bar when a voice exclaimed, “’Evening, friend!”
A woman with shimmering purple eyeliner and matching purple hair approached. It was the musician who often played there, Lily Tsuki. To be honest, she was the primary reason I frequented that bar, though we’d hardly spoken beyond my occasional compliments about her playing. She slid into the seat next to mine and clinked my glass.
“Roy at the bar told me it’s your fortieth. I see you in here once a week, always tipping well and drinking like you’re trying to drown yourself. Someone did something kind for me recently, so I’m trying to pass it on…” She fished a hand into her pocket, and to my surprise produced a gift card for a cruise. I didn’t catch all of her story in the noisy bar, but apparently, one of her admirers was very rich, always offering her gifts verging on inappropriate. After finding out she’d be playing on the Azure Seastar, said admirer sent her the card so she could spoil herself on the cruise. She didn’t feel comfortable accepting, so she gifted it to me. “… There’s enough on there to cover your fare. Don’t thank me—thank you, I needed to get rid of it. Enjoy your fortieth, friend!”
As she handed me the card, her fingers brushed mine.
Warm. Alive.
I mumbled my thanks, cheeks warm. Why? Because she chose me? Blushes! I’m an idiot.
Still, I was glowing, and not just because I was tipsy. Why not? I thought. Why not treat myself, this once? The Azure Seastar… it sounded like a dream. I’d go see Lily Tsuki play at the piano bar against the backdrop of a glimmering ocean. I’d drink under the stars. Get a tan. Get my sea legs! And every hand would be warm and every breath would taste of the summer breeze!
***
Nine decks (eleven including the crew-only levels). Over a thousand people. Pool, bars, restaurants, lounges, cafés, spa, cabaret—the Seastar truly was the Ritz Carlton on the water! I was absolutely giddy! Of course before the luxury came the wait—just like the airport, parking, luggage, ticketing, security. It was as I neared the entrance for ticketing, enjoying the summer breeze, that I caught traces of a sour odor… a whiff of decay… so faint beneath the car exhaust and the smell of the saltwater that I might have missed it, were I not so attuned to death. At port, it was likely some unfortunate animal packed into a shipping crate and decomposing. I’d even read horror stories of people, trafficked in sealed shipping containers and asphyxiating. That faint whiff made my insides curdle.
Then I was inside the air conditioned terminal, packed with passengers—and inhaling nothing but the blessed AC.
The check in was surprisingly quick. I followed the embarkation signs up the escalator to the terminal’s upper level, through the double glass doors, greeted on my right by printed images of pool decks and steaks and wine glasses. On my left, through the enormous paned wall of glass, the Seastar herself loomed. My God, she was enormous!
So many decks! So many balconies!
Then I squinted a little closer. What was that speck? A tiny figure, draped on a railing?
My heart dropped to my toes.
Something was horribly wrong.
The figure, small against the massive width of the ship… had no face. Only a torso and most of its arms. It had been decapitated, and dried blood spattered the rail.
My footsteps slowed. I pressed against the glass, eyes rapidly roving the rest of the ship. Was it just one…? One incidence of violence, or…
Perhaps I wasn’t seeing correctly. It was a stunt. A practical joke. A mannequin. I needed to get closer. I hurried along the terminal, joining the line out to the gangplank.
The bowl of the sky had turned deep purple, the sun lowering toward the horizon, and in the Seastar’s deep shadow, the temperature dropped. A sudden chill gripped me as I trotted out onto the gangplank. I sniffed. Sniffed again, more deeply.
Rot.
The same putrid odor I’d caught outside. A passenger ahead of me noticed me grabbing my nose, and remarked, “Not used to that ocean smell?” I did not respond, because now that I was close enough to see the ship more clearly, I noticed… cracked glass… broken panes in the sliding glass doors of the cabins… no! I gasped, sinking to my knees, and the passenger kindly leaned to help me up. As her hand seized mine—it was cold.
I jerked back so fast I actually collapsed into the passengers behind us—a mother and her daughter.
“Oh!” exclaimed the mother.
My hand brushed the daughter’s bare arm. Cold.
“Are you okay?” asked the daughter, a child of about twelve.
I crawled back from her, and another person, an elderly gentleman, leaned down to help me up, his hand on my elbow. Cold!
“Miss?” he asked. “Miss—” But I bolted, barely hearing their cries as I launched myself back toward the terminal. No no no no no no no no—my eyes watered and my belly bunched into knots and my heart lurched into my throat and oh God oh God—the ship! The whole. Entire. Ship. It was… dark… windows broken… Not a single light shining in the interior, and spatters of blood here and there visible on its decks and balconies… But worst of all was the smell. I hadn’t even entered the ship yet and already I knew, knew, in the way only I can know, that the smell wasn’t just one body or two. Not if I could detect it all the way out on the gangplank. All the way at the entrance to the terminal. For the whiff of putrefaction to have spread so far, the source was something massive. A colossal pile of decomposing bodies like a herd of dead elephants.
That ship… no one on that ship was going to make it back…
As I entered the terminal with its blessed filtered air and the windows between me and the ship, I turned and looked at the line stretching behind me. Passengers laughing. Chatting. Dressed in their finest. Flirting. Teasing. Buzzing with excitement. Old and young couples. Children.
Everyone on this ship is going to die…
... and I’m the only one who knows…

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02:00 Harimon Street, Hehmed, Suburb of Tel Aviv.
5.6 Kilometers away from Ben Gurion International Airport.
Mansour Tibi was hurriedly packing as much of his life as he possibly could into his car. Two suitcases. That was all he was intending on taking with him. Having already made arrangements to have his neighbours take care of what remained, he was sure that nothing could go wrong.
As he stuffed the oversized suitcases into the back of his car, a nondescript white van screeched into view and pulled up aside him. Soon, the suitcases remained in his car, while the van pulled away at speed, and Mansour was nowhere to be found.
Segen (Lieutenant) Mansour Tibi was an Arab Israeli officer within the Air Intelligence Group (Lahak Modi'in) within Israeli Military Intelligence (Agaf HaModi'in). He was primarily charged with intelligence operations focused on analyzing maintenance-supportive operations. On his possession at the time of capture by Shin Bet agents, Segen Tibi possessed documents pertaining to military intelligence operations abroad, with a focus on the IDF's assessment of adversary capabilities. His purchase of tickets to Mexico was flagged by Shin Bet, and an investigation was launched leading to his capture.
Segen Tibi has been charged with treason and espionage and a wide variety of other offences, and is due to be tried by the military tribunal in the Central and Air Force District in accordance with Israeli law.

Times of Israel, 5th of November 2024

Yesh Atid calls on Minister of Intelligence to resign; Netanyahu to call elections.

Yair Lapid of Yesh Atid expressed outrage at the failure of the Government to preempt the potential defection of Segen Tibi with a large quantity of classified military intelligence documents. Lapid, who has served as the Leader of the Opposition since 2022, called it "yet another Netanyahu shambles" and has called for elections to let the Israeli people decide whether they approve of the actions of the Hardline Coalition's actions over the course of the Tibi Affair.
The primary accusation levelled at the Coalition over the Tibi Affair appears to be at the Minister of Intelligence's failure to spot Tibi's potential defection earlier. Yet Government MKs have expressed bewilderment at the Opposition's accusations, as Tibi was apprehended before any sensitive information had left Israel.
Polling has shown that the so-called "Tibi Affair" has not significantly damaged the perception of the Coalition as it stands especially as after the past few years, the Coalition's diplomatic successes in establishing relations with Arab nations, and on other fronts have been wildly praised. Besides the Exemption Scandal in 2023, the Coalition's work has surprised most analysts as the political situation in Israel has been broadly stabilised compared to the 2018-2022 Crisis.
Having considered the political situation, and his ability to nip scandals in the bud before they get any worse, Netanyahu has put forward a bill to dissolve the Knesset and call for elections, which has received assent.
State of the Parties

Likud

Netanyahu has served as Prime Minister for five terms so far, having enjoyed over 17 years in office on a non-continuous basis. If elected to yet another term, BB as he is known, will be 80 years old at the end of that term. Yet age does not appear to be a concern for Likud party members, and appear to back their man all the way back to the Prime Minister's office.
Netanyahu has been praised by Israelis on the right for his handling of the Territories, further expanding settler rights and infrastructure in the area. With economic growth strong, and further supported by increased capital spending, Likud appears to be in a very strong position going into the elections.

Yesh Atid

Yesh Atid has been weakened as a result of what voters have viewed as "ineffective opposition" to the present Coalition Government. While Yesh Atid have tried to opposite many of the Coalition's proposals, infighting due to the Territory question has caused significant problems with the party's ability to present a unified front. Viewed by voters as a less effective Likud, Yesh Atid has suffered significantly as a result of BB's success.

Shas

Shas, as the party for the Sephardi, Mizrahi, and Haredim Jews has had a broadly mixed record in Government with Netanyahu. While they have enjoyed voters closely associating them with BB, and the recent success of the Hardline politics demonstrated by the Coalition, Shas particularly has suffered slightly as a result of them holding the Government hostage over ending exceptions for Haredi Jews within the military draft system.

Israel Resilience Party

The IRP has demonstrated good judgement by refusing to attack the Government over the Tibi Affair, rather focusing on the deteriorating relations within the Territories and the need for equalizing the economic successes within Israel more broadly.

Others

Broadly speaking, Government partners have benefited from economic and diplomatic successes. Although the Israeli Labour Party has enjoyed an uptick in support especially as the gap between the richest Israelis and the working classes has grown bigger under the Hardline Coalition's economic program.

Party	Ideology	Number of Knesset Seats Won	Increase/Decrease on 2022
Likud	"National Zionist liberalism"	35	+3
Yesh Atid	Zionist Liberalism	13	-4
Shas	Religious conservatism	11	+2
Israeli Resilience Party	Social liberalism	10	+2
Yamina	National conservatism	8	+1
Israeli Labour Party	Social democracy	9	+2
United Torah Judaism	Religious conservatism	9	+2
Yisrael Beiteinu	Nationalist Secularism	5	-2
Religious Zionist Party	Religious Zionism	7	+2
Otzma Yehudit	Kahanism	1	+/- 0
New Hope	National liberalism	1	-5
Meretz	Social democracy	7	+1
Ra'am	Islamism	5	+1

Times of Israel 15th of December, 2024

Post Election Coalition talks lead to a return of Netanyahu

Following a brief negotiation period, the incumbent Coalition which has worked so surprisingly well over the past number of years, have agreed to extend the Coalition for another term, along with the inclusion of Yamina.
The only thing stopping BB now is the inevitable march of time that comes for us all.

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This property was spawned in 2017 from nightmares produced inside the skullholes of Kim & Doug Roylance (founders of the LuLaRoe pyramid scheme fortune). But, in Sept. 2019, they gave up on bringing their phantasmagoria to life, i.e., they halted construction, after an “unattended death” on-site. Then along comes a flipper. She sees the charm and potential in this little baby and she is going to buy it, finish it and make some sweet, sweet profit. But her husband didn’t agree and would not let her throw his money away on this hell-hole. She didn’t let his logic, common sense and refusal to fund, crush her vision. Kouri Richins’ offer to purchase was accepted in January 2022. Weeks later, on Valentine’s Day, her husband Eric Richins had an allergic reaction to food she prepared -- and he told family & friends of his suspicions that she was trying to kill him. On March 4, 2022, Eric Richins was found dead. The very next day, Kouri Richins closed on the property. Oof.
Anyway…I hate it. It is a massive pile of cursed. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QyRfcM2Li-s&t=534s
(Warning: meandering through this labyrinth is basically an upscale version of landing in “the Backrooms”.)
--Dormers: They’re big and they are everywhere. --Windows: Lots of different sized windows. --Garage: Attached 2-car garage smack dab in the front of the house. --House size: It’s yuuuuge -- 20,000 square feet. --Lawyer foyer, Pringles can, slap-happy roof lines. (Portal to Hell Address: 106 N Legacy Way, Heber City, UT)

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First time posting, please forgive any mistakes. So D-day was August 2022. R is going well, WH is doing the work, we're in a good place. My individual recovery is going somewhat less well.
Part of the issue is that I have absolutely no outside support. I was self isolating for a long time, but eventually forced myself to try to reconnect. In doing so, I disclosed the situation to my two closest friends. They were both horrified and disgusted that I'd even consider reconciliation. They each tried to convince me to pack it in, and when I refused, told me in different ways that I have no self respect. Since then, haven't heard much from either. My other friendships are fairly casual, not people I'd lean on. My own family consists of two people, neither of whom is in a position to handle this information (age/health-- far too stressful for them). My in laws try to be supportive, but they're... let's say reactive. And at the end of the day, they're his people, not mine, ni matter how long they've known and loved me. I tried IC with a couple different therapists, but in part due to cultural misunderstandings and silly assumptions on their parts, it didn't work out, so I've been using other resources on my own. I just feel incredibly cut off from everyone. WH invites me to lean on him, but I need other support and I just don't know how to find it. Has anyone been in similar circumstances? How did you manage?

It’s time to stop smoking the devil’s broccoli and wake up. We are already in the second seal of Revelation (fiery red horse of war), and heading for the third (scarcity on earth).
(Hold on, 'crazy Reddit guy,' Why Would God Judge the World Now?)
The first scroll was unsealed March 13 2020, and ended on March 13 2022.
First Seal: The Conqueror
The second seal (fiery red horse of war) was also undone, and the beast (Vladimir Putin) was unleashed. The Russia-Ukraine war is just the tip of the iceberg. WW3 is simmering, and it is about to boil over.
Second Seal: Conflict on Earth
The third seal is next, and that boils down to hyper-inflation and famine.
Third Seal: Scarcity on Earth
The fourth seal is a combination of the first three’s affects, and more… It includes, (but is not limited to) WW3, famine, and plague.
Fourth Seal: Widespread Death on Earth & Fifth Seal: The Cry of the Martyrs
The dollar will be replaced with CBDC, and AI will provide oversight. This is how the beast will (eventually) cause people to take his mark.
AI’s Role in CBDC – Revelation 13:16-17
Those who take the mark will beg to die because of tribulations, and death will elude them thanks to the transhumanist agenda! Immortality is attainable by 2030: Google scientist
The Role of AI in CBDC
Occultists like John Darby and Tim LaHaye have slithered into the church like Liquid Snake. The rapture is part of the great deception, and it's made Christians lazy and lame. 501c3 churches are businesses, and they won't teach the whole truth because they will lose customers.
Rapture Doctrine Came From the Occult
The Great Deception Exposed
The Logic of Atonement
Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.

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In case you have already checked my list before:
No new keys added since 2023-05-17
So, I [h]ave
Jan 2022 Humble choice

• Rustler
• Retrowave
• Midnight Protocol

October 2021 Humble Choice

• Amnesia: Rebirth
• 112 Operator
• Guts and Glory
• Ring of Pain (Region lock info)
• GARAGE: Bad Trip
• Hiveswap Friendsim
• Syberia 3

September 2021 Humble Choice

• Röki (Region lock info)
• Narita Boy
• Swag and Sorcery
• Fort Triumph (Region lock info)
• FRAMED Collection

August 2021 Humble Choice

• Out of Space

July 2021 Humble Choice

• Nimbatus - The Space Drone Constructor
• Kill It With Fire
• S.W.I.N.E. HD Remaster

June 2021 Humble Choice

• Stubbs the Zombie in Rebel Without a Pulse (Region lock info)
• Worms Rumble + Legends Pack DLC (Region lock info)
• Panzer Paladin
• Milky Way Prince - The Vampire Star
• Ikenfell (Region lock info)
• Paw Paw Paw
• Effie

April 2021 Humble Choice

• Main Assembly (Region lock info)
• Remothered: Broken Porcelain
• SIMULACRA + SIMULACRA 2
• Colt Canyon
• Skully

March 2021 Humble Choice

• WWE 2K BATTLEGROUNDS (Region lock info)
• Hotshot Racing
• Peaky Blinders: Mastermind
• Cyber Hook
• Pesterquest
• Boreal Blade
• Ageless (Region lock info)

December 2018 Humble Monthly

• Purrfect Date - Visual Novel/Dating Simulator

August 2018 Humble Monthly

• Forged Battalion (Region lock info)

July 2018 Humble Monthly

• Serial Cleaner
• Titan Quest: Anniversary Edition + Titan Quest: Ragnarok DLC

June 2018 Humble Monthly

• Acceleration of SUGURI 2
• Cook, Serve, Delicious! 2!!

May 2018 Humble Monthly

• Crazy Machines 3

April 2018 Humble Monthly

• Laser League (Region lock info)

Keys from old Humble Bundles

• Amnesia Fortnight 2012 The Series
• And Yet It Moves
• Aura: Fate of the Ages
• Beatbuddy: Tale of the Guardians
• Canabalt
• Containment: The Zombie Puzzler
• Crayon Physics Deluxe
• Deadlight
• Deponia
• Draw a Stickman: EPIC
• Eufloria Steam Key
• Galactic Civilizations II: Ultimate Edition
• Gunpoint
• Hard Reset Extended Edition
• Knights of Pen & Paper +1 Edition
• Memoria
• Mutant Mudds Deluxe
• Nuclear Dawn
• One Finger Death Punch
• PixelJunk Eden
• Safecracker: The Ultimate Puzzle Adventure
• Spy Chameleon - RGB Agent
• Super House of the Dead Ninjas
• Swords & Soldiers HD Steam Key
• Toto Temple Deluxe
• Two Brothers
• VVVVVV

Keys from Fanatical bundles

• Ballpoint Universe - Infinite
• Castaway Paradise - Town Building Sim
• Codex of Victory
• Heavy Burger
• Lichdom: Battlemage
• Lucius
• POSTAL Redux
• Sir, You Are Being Hunted
• Star Wolves 3: Civil War
• Super 3-D Noah's Ark
• The Keep
• Crash Drive 3
• Fell Seal: Arbiter's Mark
• Tacoma
• Tannenberg
• The Battle of Polytopia
• The Battle of Polytopia - Aquarion Tribe
• The Battle of Polytopia - Cymanti Tribe
• The Battle of Polytopia - Elyrion Tribe
• The Battle of Polytopia - Polaris Tribe

and I [w]ould like to get

• Lost Ruins
• Tainted Grail: Conquest
• Gordian Quest
• Hidden Through Time
• Call of Cthulhu (this one)
• Coffee Talk
• LOST EMBER
• I'm also interested in GOG/EA/Uplay keys

All keys are from EU region.
Keys only - sorry, I won't do gift links :/

I watched my first Xfinity race in Portland and found the following:

1. I enjoyed the racing. I thought I wouldn’t like it as much because it wasn’t Cup racing and I didn’t know as many of the drivers or their by-lines. The race was competitive and action packed.
   
2. I liked the shorter length of the race. Many times I’ll record the Cup races and forward through the side-by-side ads or the longer green flag racing waiting for a yellow flag or green flag pit stops. The length was just right for me.
   
3. The non-competitive pit stops were odd, but I understand this was because the regular pit crews weren’t in Portland. Not sure I know why.
   
4. Surprised at the pay back racing/wrecking between Creed and JHN and Creed and Mayer and afterwards the nonchalant interview Creed gave. Interesting no opposing interview for JHN or Mayer. I would have liked to have heard their POV.
   
5. Sheldon Creed is a talent but has the personality of a potted plant. He’ll need to work on that when he moves to Cup.
   
6. The broadcast announcers were amazingly bad. The constantly talked over one another and when they realized they were doing so, they didn’t shut up, but got louder. They seemed to be having a good ‘ol time with themselves and left me wanting to watch on mute. I can appreciate how good Cup announcers are when comparison to these guys.
   

Available today are Perth Mint's Series III lunars for the Years of the Rat/Mouse (2020), Ox (2021), Tiger (2022), and Rabbit (2023). Each coin is 0.9999 (four 9's) silver and comes in the original capsule. Please see the details below!
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• 0.5-ounce Coin - $24 (2 available)

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