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Oceans: News, Information and Discussion about our Oceans

2010.12.07 05:18 FieldofScience Oceans: News, Information and Discussion about our Oceans

Oceans cover more than 70% of Earth and drive weather, regulate temperature, and support life on this planet. Our oceans are a vast system of diverse and complex ecosystems and natural resources; and the health of the world’s oceans is inextricably tied to the health of our planet. And amazingly, up to 95% of the ocean realm remains an unexplored mystery.

2023.06.10 06:11 autotldr The Impending Hurricane Season: Brace Yourself for Potential Havoc

This is the best tl;dr I could make, original reduced by 88%. (I'm a bot)
As the forecast predicts a season of similar intensity to the devastating 2017 period that saw the destructive power of Hurricanes Harvey and Maria, it becomes increasingly vital to remain well-informed and prepared for the potential challenges ahead. Throughout this article, we will explore the latest research, provide insightful analysis, and present valuable tips to equip you with the knowledge and resources necessary to navigate through what could be a tumultuous hurricane season.
Understanding the 2017 Hurricane Season Before we delve into the predictions for the current hurricane season, let's reflect on the historical context and significance of the 2017 hurricane season.
Projections for the Upcoming Hurricane Season The latest research and expert analyses indicate that the current hurricane season has the potential to be equally as severe as the fateful year of 2017.
According to Dr. David Holt, Associate Professor of Geography at the School of Coastal Resilience at The University of Southern Mississippi, hurricane experts and models are predicting a slightly more active than average hurricane season, but with fewer major storms.
Monitoring these patterns is crucial in understanding and predicting the potential impacts of the upcoming hurricane season.
Essential Preparedness Measures With the potential for a severe hurricane season ahead, it is crucial to prioritize preparedness.
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2023.06.10 06:09 turtleman2233 I LOVE my summer job

I work at a place that I also worked at last summer, and I love it. I work at a wooden furniture manufacturer (storage furniture/cabinetry) in my small town hometown in Wisconsin. We make furniture for Room & Board.
Last summer, I worked in sanding. After the builders made the "body" of the furniture, I was to sand it down for finishing (staining). I had to sand a bunch of different things, whether that be drawer fronts, doors, the tops of the furniture, and sometimes the backs. It was the same thing over and over again. It was consistency, structure, reliable, and other things. I knew what I was getting into each time I had to sand a new piece. What I do basically is repetitive, menial tasks, and I love it. I also get to listen to music, and I have an old pair of headphones I use strictly use for outdoor work or my job, which are also noise cancelling.
This summer, I am working in lay-up. I have to take individual boards, and put them into slabs of wood. These slabs have specific measurements so everything fits together well. Most of the time, I lay-up drawer fronts, doors, ends, and tops and bottoms of furniture. I also have my own station and can listen to music.
We do have to make a daily quota, though. And sometimes that is hard to do. Also, the days are long, 6:00 AM to 4:30 PM, but I get payed well. It is my best paying job so far. Since it is in my hometown, I am still living with my parents. I also bike 10-20 minutes to and from work, so I get good exercise daily. Also, I don't need to talk to non-employees and I don't have someone hanging over my shoulder all of the time.
TL:DR I love my job because it is repetitive menial tasks at my own station and I can listen to my own music. And I don't have to talk to anyone or have someone on my back.
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2023.06.10 06:06 r4chhel i quite literally have a stalker at 17

this is like the longest post ever so, hopefully enjoy haha. but, tldr at bottom. advice wanted.
near the end of sophomore year i had a thing with a girl. long story short, it didn’t work out. i later found out that this girl, who we’ll call tilly (??lol), was also having a thing at the same time with ANOTHER girl, who we’ll call kat.
i only found out about this through kat, who messaged me only to get mad at me for it (quick reminder, had no clue this was going on. i know everyone is different but i dont believe in talking like that with multiple people at once so, if i knew that was going on i would’ve ended things myself sooner). i thought the entire thing was stupid to get mad at ME about but, i could tell she was just hurt so i tried being sympathetic, didn’t call her names or get upset with her. eventually i just told her that i wouldn’t be speaking with tilly ever again, her now girlfriend. partially out of respect for her and partially because i was mad at tilly 😑.
but i held this promise. eventually i get another text from kat, this time MUCH angrier LMAO. her acc popped up on my fyp and i swiped to her full acc, forgetting i had profile views on (terrible mistake, i about punched myself out of embarrassment). she saw me in her views and was pretty upset. asked me why i was on her acc, was much more aggressive. name calling, threatening to fight me (she quote “wanted my head”? 😏).
anyways this conversation actually ended really well, i clarified i didn’t know about her and she seemed to calm down from there. even confiding in me about how upset she was about the situation and we had a really good talk. i thought it would be over after this cause she seemed like a sweet person who was just hurt and didn’t know how to deal with it. i was very wrong.
eventually a couple months down the line i get another onslaught of seemingly random texts from her. calling me a slut and a home wrecker (you’re 16? what home?). calling me ugly, a whore, blah blah the basics. threatening pretty hard this time, i go to school on a college campus and it’s open for anyone’s entry; she planned to use this to her advantage lol. i tried very hard to be patient and refrained from calling her any names back, told her i wasn’t going to fight her, and tried talking things out. this failed LMAO
by the end of the conversation she had told me to get out of her phone (she texted me first? 😰) and said “fuck you and it’s fuck you till i die”. ngl, the idea of someone taking the thought of me to the grave is quite romantic. i just blocked her after this.
definitely thought that would be the end of it cause who is insane enough to keep going after that? kat apparently!
she contacted me on her second account! threatening to fight me again, telling me to quote “drop the addy” (giggle). i didn’t respond to it this time, at all. i was in the middle of a chem exam and rlly needed to pass. she didn’t like this and began to talk to herself about how angry she was with me from 1pm to 6pm. i blocked that account as well. but not before she got one of her friends to message me from their account, removing all the photos of them together from his account so i wouldnt know they were connected. i had already seen this guys stuff though so, i'm not an idiot LMAO. blocked that account too.
i definitely thought this would be the end. NO!!!! it had been MONTHS by now, and they were still dating so come on man arent you tired??? just have a nice relationship without bothering me. reminder, still havent spoken to tilly at ALLLLLL since the day i found out; unless it was to ask her to tell her gf to leave me alone.
it got significantly worse from this point, but its all things i cant confirm were her 100%. shes quite sneaky ngl. but, theres no one else it couldve been and all things point to her so. here we go.
first incident: after these accounts were blocked, she forged screenshots of me saying racial and homophobic slurs and SENT THEM TO MY SCHOOL!!!! my principal had to speak with me about it and my dad even came to the school. the ss forging sucked, the pfp was out of whack and way too big but, she still DID it. which i thought was literally insane.
second incident: her texting my mom. my mom is a pretty big realtor in my area. consequently, her phone number is plastered all over the place. this girl texts my mom pretending to be someone interested in buying a house. she begins the messages by saying her son knew me in middle school (????) and wanted my PHONE NUMBER so her son could reconnect with me (how sweet!). ofc my mom said she was uncomfortable with this after i said i didnt know who the hell this lady was talking about and after this the woman seized all contact with my mom. we later found out this number was FAKE!! and created through textnow. so pretty good confirmation.
most recent incident that i've been paranoid about all day haha: yesterday i received a picture of a house in my neighborhood (???) from some random burner account claiming to be someone i knew from school. i assumed they knew where i lived because it was my mom's husband's nephew (supposedly). i still thought this was suspicious, especially after they asked me to hangout (of course i said no).
this secret little account was only following 3 pages (or so i thought), all from the school that kat goes to. so, i begin interrogating this so called man named "djjwjskaka." they seemed to get pretty nervous at my questions bc things weren't adding up, eventually leading to the convo ending. i'm texting my close friend about this and they find out that its actually following 4 pages, i just couldnt see because i had it blocked. the last one is the GUY FRIEND OF KAT. WHO TRIED MESSAGING ME. TO HANG OUT. BEFORE INCIDENT 1???? blocked the hell out the account after that.
now i know that she somehow KNOWS WHERE I LIVE?? my dad said addresses arent as hard to find as i thought though so, maybe this isnt as ridiculous as i think. keep in mind, ive kept my parents completely updated throughout the YEAR this stuff has been going on. A YEAR!!! BY THE WAY!! its actually been a year and 3 months!
i was pretty freaked out about that but, no way she'd actually do something with that info lol?? wrong again.
today as im sitting in my room i hear this LOUDDDD ass banging on my window from outside. ofc i, being a goddamn scaredy cat, dont push open the curtains immediately. eventually i do, but its too late. all i see is a blue car driving off and hear loud giggling and some girl yelling "drive drive!" soooo, i go to my sister, the only other person in the house, and tell her what happened; getting on the phone with my mom right afterwards. my mom is able to confirm that the car was kat's through kat's mom's facebook, so theres that. i'm such an incredibly paranoid person and i have an anxiety disorder (woop woop) and this has been freaking me out so bad. weee even contacted the police to put it on record because theres been a ton of incidents between teenagers getting shot, stabbed, hurt really bad, in my area as of late. my mom set up a phone call with the other girl's mom tomorrow, and we have enough to press charges for harassment and stalking in my state.
look, i know to some people who deal with this stuff, my reaction is a bit ridiculous. and, maybe it is a little but, this is crazy to me. its just been going on for so long and i seriously am not a fighter. id much rather use my words and i know thats cringey but its true; i also know 100% if this girl did get physical with me i would lose badly. last thing i need is a vid of me getting my ass beat going around town, dont need any of my exes seeing that and laughing at me.
its been messing with my mental really bad as well. ive been pacing around the house making sure all curtains are closed and all doors are locked since it happened. i think its funny sometimes but atp i just genuinely want it to stop forever. getting played like an idiot was already enough, but having this girls gf come after me consistently for over a year and now coming to my house (still dk how she got my address) makes it 100000x more annoying.
hopefully this story entertained someone, but on a real note. if anyone has any advice, anyone more experienced, maybe even a parent, please. mine have been relatively supportive but, theyre stressed out about it too. i feel like a scared little kid haha, could really use a good talking to about this entire thing.
tldr: had a thing with a girl, girl was having a thing with another person at the same time (i had no idea). other person found out about this after her and said girl started dating and has been on a rampage on me ever since. sending me threats, constantly texting me after being blocked, sending forged screenshots of me saying awful things to my school's principal, finding my mom's number and pretending to be someone i knew trying to get my phone number, pretending to be someone i knew to get me to come out of my house to "hang out", and finally coming to my LITERAL house and banging on windows and shit. someone with experience pls help, could use some advice for sure. dont know what to do, been very paranoid.
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2023.06.10 06:05 throworiginalaway My obese brother makes me uncomfortable

He’s only 23 (turning 24 in a couple months) and he is obese.
It started in high school when he joined the football team. He’s 6’2 so of course the couch was all over him. The couch encouraged him to bulk up which led to him eating tons and tons of food. It was okay I’m high school because he was active obviously and he looked like an average offensive line player: broad shoulders, big arms and legs, a bit of a gut. It was fine
But after high school it all went to hell.
He stopped working out completely but eats like he’s still a football player (probably even more now actually) He eats thousands of dollars worth of fast food a month, and that’s not an exaggeration. If he’s not eating fast food he’s eating entire large oven pizzas in one sitting or an entire pot of ramen noodles.
Every time he walks he sounds like he’s out of breath even if it’s just from his room to the kitchen. He still wear clothes from high school so the bottom of his gut hangs out the bottom of his shirts and his pants only covers half of his ass. He had a knee injury in high school and his weight is making it worse. We’re don’t have a lot of money and out house is small so he easily can take up the entire kitchen when he sits at the table and takes up two seats on the couch.
I get he’s an adult and can make his own decisions but I just wish my mom would do more. Don’t get me wrong, she’s tried. She used to always cook him healthy meals (he would complain and go get fast food), she would encourage him to go work out with her (he would complain and go to bed even though he’s already been sleeping for hours). She’s encouraged him to go to therapy (he went to a couple sessions and stopped going). I don’t know what else she can do but I wish she could figure something out or kick him out.
He’s angry. He’s lazy. He makes stupid decisions.
Bottom line is that he’s severely mentally ill but refuses to get help for it. Instead he’s just eating himself to death and at this point I’d rather him just do it somewhere else.
I’m tired of watching him refuse to let anyone help him but complain about not getting help. I’m tired of trying to encourage him just for him to scream at us.
Maybe I just don’t have a lot of patience for him because of the horrible things I’ve heard him say to me and my mom. Maybe it’s because I went through severe depression and was able to seek help even though it was hard. I know everyone goes through mental health crisis differently but I just have such a hard time feeling sympathetic for him. Like I said, I think it’s because my family has been a victim of his outbursts for years.
Idk I just really needed to get this off my chest because my mom doesn’t really like to talk about it. But when he walks into a room you can feel all the fun and joy be sucked out of the room. Watching him eat freaks me out and I just wanna yell at him.
I just witnessed him eating a pint of ice cream while waiting for his pizza to cook (which was a large one btw) and then he ate THE WHOLE THING.
I just wanted to watch TV in the living room with our other brother but I can’t without seeing him stuffing his face in the kitchen.
Also this part is a little gross so warning for that…
He spends HOURS in the bathroom because of his eating habits. It’ll be 3 AM and I get up to pee but lo and behold…he’s in the bathroom. I’ll knock in the door and tell him to hurry up and what does he do? HE GETS IN THE SHOWER. Like wtf you can’t wait for me to piss real quick? No because he’s selfish af. He also just walks around the house belching loud af all day for obvious reasons.
He’s just disgusting and I’m tired of living in the same house with him. I had to move back to save money for grad school but part of me wants to bite the bullet and just waste money on a cheap apartment. It’s just not fair that my mom lets the whole house revolve around him.
This was a lot longer than I expected. I just really needed to get this out. If you got all the way to the end sorry you had to read that and thanks for listening.
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2023.06.10 06:04 damien4345 What do I do if I don't have a metal baseball bat?

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2023.06.10 05:54 dauntless783 Possible electrical problem with 2022 Super Duty with 6.7

Possible electrical problem with 2022 Super Duty with 6.7
I'm loving my new EV 😍. I've started to plug it in the last few nights to be sure and get full range in the morning, check it out!
Charging it up!
But seriously, my 2022 Super Duty with the 6.7 is an awesome machine, took delivery this past November. My first Ford, and really loving it. But when I let it sit for ~3 days, both batteries run dead. It's done it twice in the past month, where I'd go out to start it, and nothing. Both batteries at 0 volts.
I have service at the dealership scheduled next week, but I'm not quite sure where to tell them to start looking for an issue, other than something is draining the battery when it sits idle.
A few data points/thoughts:
  • Model: 2022 F250 Lariat (Ultimate pkg) 6.7 Power Stroke with Black Appearance Package (comes with the LED headlights, etc)
  • The first time it happened was 7 days after a heavy rain. However, after the rain, we drove it three hours in dry weather, then let it sit for a week. After that was the first time it didn't start
  • The second time it didn't start, it had only sat for 3 days
  • My neighbor has the same model, year and everything, and his sits for 2 weeks at a time and starts with no issue. I'm happy to drive it more to keep the batteries charged, but that doesn't seem necessary
  • A possible cause: One day I walked into the garage to do something else. It happened to be after an overnight since I last drove it. That day I noticed a humming coming from behind each LED headlight. I know this might be fans or a LED headlight cooling system. But the unusual part, was that they were humming well over 12 hours since I had opened the doors on the vehicle
My current theory is that last bullet point above is my possible root cause. Rather than something like a short or electrical problem, it seems like it's along the lines of a software problem. Anyone else have that issue where the LED headlight fans run constantly and are possibly draining my batteries when it's sitting?
Thanks in advance for any thoughts!
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2023.06.10 05:52 jedipwnces Multiple Migraines Over A Week?

I don't usually get migraines, thankfully, but I've had a few and they are truly miserable. This week, I have felt like I had a mild migraine nearly every day- nausea, tension, pain behind the eyes, jaw pain, light sensitivity... But also just really nasty sinus pressure so my whole face hurts. Usually I'll get headaches right before we get a storm, and it's been threatening rain off and on all week, so I'm guessing that's part of it, but it's never been this bad. Could I be doing something that's amplifying these sinus headaches or triggering daily migraine-like symptoms? Do people even get migraines that just basically last a whole week? I'm taking sinus meds, pain meds, and naps... But nothing's helped 100%. Just trying to figure out if I should go see my doctor or just wait till the weather improves.
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2023.06.10 05:48 Dead-Bowl-4572 Seaside (Season Four, Part Thirty) Getting Comfortable

"Best sleep I've ever had in a year," I said, yawning as I sat up in my cot and looked out the window.
Thankfully the room Kyle and I were handcuffed and locked in had a small porthole in the wall, but the glass was eight inches thick, making it nearly impossible for me to punch my way out.
"Fuck, you're awake?" Kyle asked, as he did push ups on the floor. "I've been trying my old prison workout. Hits different."
"Yeah, well I haven't been to prison yet, so I wouldn't know."
"It's also a huge fucking shame that Task Force Nova Compass Hunter hasn't found us yet. Thought those guys would be coming over here, guns blazing by now."
"Same, but looks like these guys are the real deal anyway. Can't wait for the super-informative job opportunities we'll be faced with today."
Someone slammed on the door, and after the beep of an electronic keycard, Dennis unlocked the door, backed by a dozen guards in riot gear, and Lucy.
"You can chill with the security," I said. "We won't pull anything."
"Correction, you won't do shit." Kyle said, wriggling his wrists from his handcuffs as he jumped up, kicking Dennis in the solar plexus and sending him flying.
The room went fucking wild as I sat back and watched, while Kyle started brawling with a dozen men at once, as his face and head were battered with nightsticks and tasers. He waded through half of them until Lucy finally jumped in, pulling him off and picking him up with one hand before slamming him against the wall, choking him. Kyle kicked her in the face and cracked her nose, and she yelped in pain before throwing him against his cot.
"You like that, yeah?" Kyle said, waving his fists in the air. "Roger, c'mere. Back me up."
"Nah, I know exactly how this is gonna end."
Kyle jumped and drop-kicked the fucking mob of guards at once, planting both of his feet into a riot shield and sending the crowd soaring.
"Why aren't they shooting at us?!" I yelled.
"We're too valuable to shoot, dumbass. Now break your handcuffs and start fighting."
I sighed, telling myself I would wait ten more seconds, and if nobody beat the shit out of Kyle by then, I would jump in to help.
"ROGER!!" He yelled.
Luci picked Kyle up and slammed him into the wall, and stared directly into his eyes, and grabbed his arms as he slowly fell woozy and slumped over.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I said, panicking. "What did you do?! Did you fucking kill him?!"
"Relax, he's alive. I just 'put him to sleep'."
"You know, that's the expression most people use to say they killed someone."
I slumped off my cot, standing up and stretching, yawning as I watched Luci and the guards drag Kyle into a cell somewhere below decks.
"So… he's like, really not dead, right?"
"Like I said, he's just fine. I can influence people's minds and emotions by touching them."
"So what's going on with me then?" I asked.
"Since you didn't go apeshit like your buddy," Dennis said, standing up and groaning as he rubbed his head. "We'll proceed as planned. You'll be going on an operation with our combatives team."
"Is Kyle coming with?" I asked.
"Fuck no, who knows what that unpredictable shit is going to do."
"I'm not going if Kyle's not going."
Dennis tensed.
"Roger, I'll talk with my superiors and ask them what they think."
"Sounds fair. Should I get ready to go in a few hours?"
"Yeah, I'll come by here to pick you up near the evening. And, I'll tell you what came of Kyle."
I lied back down on my cot, taking a deep breath and falling back to sleep, waiting for the knock at the room's door calling me to action.


"It's time," he said, as he walked in.
"Fuck it, let's go." I said, stretching and yawning as I stood up.
"You haven't changed out of your fatigues, so I'll just give you the same kit and rifle we picked you up with, all freshly cleaned and loaded. Of course since you're still a high-risk person, we're not giving them to you until the mission officially starts. Follow me."
I got out and walked with him into the corridors, ducking under the steel pipes of the ship until we finally took a short flight of stairs to the main deck, overlooking the ocean, just as the sun began to set. He took me to the side of the boat, where there was a ladder on the side of the hull of the anchored ship, leading down to several airboats filled with armed men. I noticed Kyle was in one of the boats, having no weapons or gear besides a helmet, plate carrier, and a flashlight. He was handcuffed and his feet were shackled to a hundred-pound weight. Dennis tossed my gear and weapons down into the boat, as I climbed down the hull and jumped into the airboat.
"They'll guide you through the mission," Dennis said, before walking off.
The dozen men sitting in the airboat with me all had assault rifles, wearing balaclavas and dark camoflauge under plate carriers stuffed with magazines.
"Listen," one of the men, supposedly the leader, said as the boat started and zoomed away. "Our main objective is to meet with a demon to exchange the skull of one of the Five Leviathans for a demonic artifact we're selling. It might be a setup, so we're keeping our numbers high and risk low. Stay quiet, and don't even fucking think of running, we'll shoot you if you even breathe suspiciously. If you do manage to get away, we put an ankle monitor on while you were sleeping that will explode if you take it off or disable it."
"That's comforting," I replied. "How the fuck did you get a skull of one of the Five Leviathans? Which one is it?"
"Don't worry about it. Focus on shutting the fuck up and paying attention, genius."
Kyle and I sat across from each other in the airboat, sandwiched on either side by the armed mercenaries, as he kept trying to blink at me in morse code while whistling, but he stopped that when he got pistol-whipped. Our boat droned on and on until finally, I caught sight of a small, rocky island covered in trees in the horizon, rapidly approaching in the falling sunlight. The lack of tropical vegitation combined with the weather of our surroundings led me to believe we weren't anywhere near the equator. Most likely in the Pacific or Atlantic, I had gotten familiar to the Northern seas during the months I had spent on battleships during the holy war, as well as my time studying as a marine biologist.
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2023.06.10 05:44 Leftylizard9085 I play a game they call "Sleep Points". Every night I hide under my blanket (Part 7)

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Previous Part -
When I got home from school, even though I knew the clock wasn’t literally going to try to eat me alive like it always seemed to want to on weeknights, I still watched it intensely, dreading every minute that passed. Even though this had all been what I was hoping for over the course of the last week and a half, going through with everything I would need to do to meet up with Anastasia at her hour in the middle of the night still seemed way scarier than just dealing with the clock’s nightly threats against my life which, by that point, had become something of a routine for me.
At 11:00 PM, my parents looked like they had gone to sleep. I would wait another hour as Anastasia had advised. I would leave at midnight. And that wouldn’t be a problem since it was a Friday night, and my clock wasn’t going through its usual changes. By that time, the clock hadn’t started glowing or even turning the slightest shade of red.
When midnight did come, the clock was still in the same state as it was at 11. My parents were still asleep. They hadn’t even gotten up for a bathroom break. I turned on the kitchen lights, hoping it wouldn’t wake my parents up. It didn’t. I went to the kitchen table to take the keys to my father's truck. They weren’t there. I had no idea where else to look for them.
I tried looking all around the kitchen and living room. I checked mom and dad's bathroom. Nothing. I didn’t know how I would make my way to Anastasia’s house now. I could just picture her, spending all night at her back door, waiting for me to show up, without me ever coming. Maybe I'd find the keys tomorrow. But that seemed like a fat chance since dad wasn't gonna be driving anywhere tomorrow.
I wouldn't have him to find them for me. It looked like I’d have to wait a whole nother week on any answers now.
I had recently invested in a new watch. I had some allowance money left over from when I was a kid. My school has a little gift shop with small things like school-themed wristwatches, so after my last class of the day, I stopped by and picked up a College High watch so I could check the time without needing to look at the clock in my room or at my phone. I'm bringing this up because at around this point I was watching with increasing anxiety as time was passing by. According to the watch, the time now was 12:30 and I still didn’t have any access to my father’s car.
I was already feeling hopeless enough, just thanks to that fact, but then I remembered that I still didn’t even know how to get to Anastasia’s house.
Since I still didn’t know where the keys were and it didn’t look like I’d find them any time soon, I figured I’d take a break from looking, and go on my phone to look up her address on google maps. I knew I shouldn’t have been using my phone since it was apparently super important not to let it die. I figured it must've been one of those rules like keeping my head under the blanket when The Sandman showed up, along with the rest of my body. But I would only need my phone for a few minutes. Just enough time to look at google maps and sketch out a rough map of the route from my house to Anastasia’s.
The first thing I noticed when I typed in her address was that, thankfully, her house wasn’t too horrendously far away from mine. It would just be a 4-mile drive. So hopefully this meant that, if push did come to shove, I could still just walk there if I had too. I’d probably be late, but that would be better than not showing up at all. So, I at least had that as a back-up plan if nothing else. But it would still be risky. It would take a lot of time to walk there, and then to walk back. Maybe mom and dad would be up after all was said and done. Maybe they’d hear me coming back inside the house, regardless of how I made it to Anastasia’s. Maybe I’d wake up Anastasia’s parents too.
Since I only had an hour and thirty-five minutes left, I had no time to worry all that much about any of this though. I had to get to work, jotting down the path to Anastasia’s house. I would turn left out of my driveway, stay on that road for about a mile and a half, then turn right and stay on that road for another half-mile, then turn left for another mile, and then left again for a final fourth mile.
Another thing I noticed was that Anastasia lived out in the middle of absolute nowhere. I thought I did too, but Anastasia’s house was on a whole nother level of out there.
Fortunately, that meant I’d be driving pretty much exclusively on backroads, so it would literally be impossible to take a wrong turn after I made my first turn out of the driveway and the next right turn after that after about a mile and a half. It also meant that I would be pretty much guaranteed not to run into any other drivers, especially at that time of night. But I guess her remote address explained why she didn’t have the internet connection she would need to do a video call.
Since it was a quarter to 1 by that point, after I found out how to drive to her house, I put on all the layers I could find, took the flashlight that my mom had given me for the walk I had went on during the week prior, and started trying to walk over there, without my parents’ car, despite her recommendations. Even though it was four miles by car, I wouldn't have to worry about staying on the road if I just walked there. If I walked in a straight line, I could get there in just over 2 and half miles or so. I had decided to leave, not out of the front door, but out of the door in the hallway that led to the garage. That door made less noise than the front door.
Unfortunately, I started to get the sense that I hadn’t thought this plan through when I realized I would still have to open the garage door in order to make my way into the outside world. Which, yeah, made considerably more noise than the front door. But then I realized it didn’t matter, since I was gonna have to open the garage door anyway if I wanted to get the car out of the garage and onto the road. So, I had still made the right decision. Except no I hadn’t, because I had just remembered that I still didn’t have the car keys, and so I was supposed to be ditching the whole car idea anyway and had just randomly forgotten about all of that.
I know that all probably sounded pretty messy and wasn't very easy to follow, but maybe someone else reading with ADHD can relate. But anyway, confusing thought processes aside, I walked out the front door and started making my way to Anastasia’s on foot. It really was freezing though. I really did wonder if I could actually make it all the way to her house.
Before I even made it to the end of the driveway, I began to change my mind and decided driving really would be a more reasonable alternative. Obviously, the backroads wouldn’t even be close to snow plowed. But the snow only looked to be about maybe 6 or 7 inches deep, which was still driveable enough with the snow-proof tires that my dad had on his truck. This level of snow isn't all that uncommon around here, so those tires are pretty much a must-have for anybody living in deathly cold climates like us.
So, I could still drive despite the snow, albeit only very slowly what with how much the snow would slow me down. But I was supposed to be driving slowly anyway because I was only 14 and didn’t have a license. But I still couldn’t drive without those keys. Then I remembered I still had my bike in the garage. It was supposedly “all terrain”, so hopefully that meant it could handle the snow. I went into the garage, got my bike out, and tried riding it. Unfortunately, the tires on that bike weren’t even close to capable of handling the snow. I tried pedaling as hard as I could but hardly got anywhere before falling over. I had a feeling this would probably happen. It seemed like a dumb idea but, since I didn’t want to steal my dad’s truck and I couldn’t even seem to find his keys anyway, I figured it was at least worth a shot.
I was just about to say “fuck it” and try meeting Anastasia again on some other night when, just as I had put my bike down in the garage, I had seen that my dad had left behind his keys in the key slot of his car door. Apparently, the reason that they weren’t where they usually were was because my father had locked the truck and just forgot to take his keys with him. I turned the key sticking out of the driver’s side door and it opened. So I really could get inside of his truck after all.
I put the key into the ignition and then put it in reverse. The truck made quite a bit of noise when its ignition started, so I had just hoped that I hadn’t woken up my parents with that. Luckily, my garage is on the other side of the house from where my parents sleep, so the sound did at least have a long way to travel. Once I started backing the truck out of the garage and into the driveway, I ran into another problem. Since the roads weren’t plowed, they were just as snowy as anywhere else. So even with the rearview mirror, I had no idea where my driveway stopped and the road started. I figured I would just keep backing up until I felt like I’d gone far enough.
Far enough came sooner than expected though. Eventually, the car had very clearly backed into the grass, meaning I had backed up too far. Fortunately, I saw that I hadn’t veered too much out of the straight line I was trying to go in, because driving in reverse meant I could see the truck’s tracks right in front of me with the help of the headlights. The car fell onto the grass from back to front. So that meant that the road was now directly in front of me. Since I needed to take a left from my house if I was facing away from it, and I was now facing the opposite direction given that I was looking right at it, that meant that I now had to make a right turn in order to still be going in the right direction.
I took a moment to make sure my logic was right and, once I felt confident, I turned the truck right and then tried to feel for where the road was based on how well the truck was able to move. Eventually I was able to drive relatively smoothly, so I took that to mean that I was back on the road. I tried to angle myself properly so that I wouldn’t wind up veering off the road again. Now and then I would wind up driving myself off the road. But since I was only going like 5 miles an hour, I was able to catch myself before the car wound up falling into any ditches or something.
Since the road was entirely empty, I eventually made the decision to just drive in the middle of the road. Or at least, wherever I thought the middle of the road was. That way, I’d limit the likelihood of driving myself off the right edge.
After about 20 or 30 minutes of driving painfully slowly, I finally saw the sign for my first turn. Since all the turns I was making were fairly sharp ones, they were basically all 90 degrees, there were road signs that I could use to gauge when I should turn without needing to see the road itself. So I still knew when to do it, even though I couldn’t see the road under all the snow and I couldn't use GPS since my phone had to stay on the charger at all costs.
But the snow still made those sharp turns very difficult to make. So I had to start all my turns pretty far ahead of where they actually would’ve been in the road. Naturally, I wound up driving off the road when making literally all of them. But I was always able to work out where the road was supposed to be soon enough. I guess since people are more likely to veer off the road when making turns as opposed to when they’re driving straight, there didn’t seem to be any ditches around all those sharp turns, thankfully enough.
After I made that first turn, I checked my watch. It was now a quarter after 1. I still had 50 minutes to go. I wasn’t making great time, but I had still made it about a third of the way in only about 25 minutes. If I kept up the pace, I’d be there after just under an hour of driving. Which would put me there a little bit after 2 AM. So, pretty much exactly at 2:05, the time we agreed on.
I kept on driving incredibly slowly for what felt like forever. Finally I had made my last turn, and after a bit, I could see lights from the houses off the side of the road in the distance. I figured that this must be the neighborhood Anastasia lived in. If you could even call it a neighborhood. The houses were so hugely spaced out that it hardly even made sense to say you had neighbors. But then, she really did live out in the middle of nowhere.
Every time I passed by a house, I got out of the car and looked for an address with my flashlight. This slowed me down, but it still ensured that I would be headed for the right house. I kept the slip of paper with her address on it since I knew that, without that sheet, I’d absolutely forget which address was hers. I was actually pretty pleased with myself for having thought ahead like that. I usually didn’t. I guess I still usually don’t, if I’m being honest.
I was worried that this whole procedure of getting out of the car to scope out for an address every time I passed a new house would make me late. But fortunately, Anastasia’s house was the third house I came across on that street. So thankfully, I didn’t wind up having to check that many houses and it only cost me maybe another 5 minutes. When I checked my watch, I found I had actually arrived sooner than I had thought. Even with checking every house I had come across up to that point for the address, it was only 1:50.
I had made it with 15 minutes to spare. That meant I had made that last two thirds of my trip in about the same amount of time that I had spent on my first, meaning I had wound up going twice as fast. I suppose as I had gotten comfortable with driving, I sped up the car a little without even realizing it. Doubling your speed sounds like it should be a huge difference, but when you’re only going from 5 miles per hour to 10, I guess it must be pretty hard to notice.
Since I had so much time left and the weather outside was still hellishly cold, I stayed in the truck with the heater blaring. After a couple of minutes, I noticed an ominous red light glowing out of the side of the house. That seemed off to me since surely that couldn’t have anything to do with Anastasia’s clock. It wasn’t a weeknight and even if it was, it was still well past midnight. I remembered what she had told me about how I was still on Stage One. Maybe the fact that she was on a much later stage had something to do with what I was seeing. The fact that I was still on Stage One did, after all, seem like it had something to do with the fact that I was only threatened by the clock on weeknights.
My curiosity had gotten the better of me, and so I braved the cold and snow to go check out what was happening. There was a window on the side of the house. The curtains were left open so with the red light blaring from it, I could see inside fairly easily. Especially since the house was only one story, so it wasn’t like the window was too high up off the ground for me to see through, either.
My fears had been confirmed. Upon looking into the room, I could see exactly where the red light was emanating from: the clock on the nightstand. The face inside was as clear as ever. Every feature slowly growing, approaching the glass in front of the clock’s face. But it wasn’t looking at me. It was very clearly directing its vile and hateful gaze at the person under the covers.
The person had her head covered underneath the blanket, so I couldn’t directly tell who it was. But I figured it had to be Anastasia. For one, there was no way in hell anybody else in her family was playing Sleep Points too. I mean, what are the odds of that? And for another, the room pretty clearly looked like it belonged to a teenage girl about Anastasia’s age. Everything looked like it was pink and had all kinds of frills to it. I even noticed some boyband poster on the other end of the room. If this wasn’t the most stereotypical teenage girl’s room, I had no fucking clue what was.
Finally, 2 o’clock had come. I could see why she had told me 2:05. I had never seen the monster from the clock break out. I had always had my head under the covers whenever it happened. But since this was Anastasia’s clock and not mine and since the face in the clock was staring her down and not me, and since I had entire wall separating me from the thing, I guess I somehow managed to muster up the courage to watch the monster in action.
Suddenly, the hands and numbers of the clock’s face began to almost melt into the monster’s face. It had broken out of the sheet of glass holding it back. But that seemed to be the only thing that was broken. The rest of the actual clock remained pretty intact as the unspeakable thing from within started to slither out of the clock and onto the floor. Since the hands and numbers were still on its face, it kinda looked like they had been imprinted on it like some kind of tattoo artwork. It very quickly expanded in size and let out this unholy screech that I could hear very loudly even from behind the window. But Anastasia was still sleeping very peacefully. Totally motionless like nothing at all was going on.
It prowled around her bed, looking for the slightest sign of motion. It looked almost skeptically at her. As if it could tell whether she was really sleeping or not. And God only knows what would’ve happened to her if she wasn’t. Eventually the monster seemed satisfied with what he saw and shrunk himself down to his original size. He slid back into the clock and as he did so, there was one last glow of red light. The glass had been restored. It was now 2:01.
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2023.06.10 05:39 No-Tie-4184 PRHT Weather Strip Conditioning

I just went over all the rubber seals I could see with the 303 rubber seal protectant for preventative measures. No idea if it does anything at all. But damn there are so many rubber seals on the PRHT. I park outdoor so the sun has been beating on these 15 yo rubbers. Anyone had failed rubber seals before? What other preventative maintenance can I do to make them last longer?
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2023.06.10 05:29 liamisnoice DOAWK:Gone Broke(Pages 5 - 8)

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2023.06.10 05:26 agnosiabeforecoffee [Western Washington USA] Just moved in to a house and this bug crawled through a gap in the weather stripping.

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2023.06.10 05:25 RaxteranOG [Hersheypark] 6/9/2023, Confirming the Cat's #1

First ever trip report for me, only just getting back into coasters after regular life got in the way for a decade and I decided to start with a season pass to my home park (this isn't my first visit of the season, but probably the best so far). Today's chilly weather + being a Friday in June meant relatively short lines and I took full advantage to nab multi-rides on some favorites and to grab my last 2 credits in the park.

Wildcat's Revenge x5: Got to ride this in the passholder preview event and was pretty hype on it then, but didn't want to say too much after only one ride. Now that I'm up to 6 I can confidently say this is my new favorite in the park. The relentless pacing packaged with the great variety of forces, glass smooth ride, comfortable restraints, and solid ops makes it really tough for Skyrush to compete, despite the soft spot in my heart for it. Love how this thing gets even more wild as the day goes on, too, even on a chilly rainy day. Only downsides today were that it was down for extended inspections in the morning and didn't start running until about 12:30, and it did have one breakdown in the afternoon and some folks were stuck on the brake run for ~15 minutes. For only being open a week, it's to be expected. 10/10
Skyrush x2: Was absolutely flying today despite the weather, almost felt like it was trying its best to keep the top spot. I actually grayed out a bit which hasn't happened since the first few times I rode it. Still easily #2 in the park and I will always make time for it. Closed due to rain later in the day and as far as I could tell it never reopened. 9.5/10
Storm Runner x4: The launch and flying snake dive are still some of my all-time favorite experiences and I can easily keep getting back in line when it's running well. This also closed for the rain today, but fortunately I was nearby when they ran the first test train to reopen it. At that point in the evening no one was around so it was a walk-on. Yes, please! 9/10
Candymonium x2: Unusual two rides in one day. Not many folks showed up for sweet start so I was able to get on twice first thing in the morning. I love this ride and I always feel bad that it barely makes my top 5 in the park. It's the best at what got me into coasters in the first place - smooth endless floater airtime and a fantastic first drop. I really wish they'd figure out a way to improve ops here so that I could get more rides on a normal day, but in fair weather it's averaging a 2 hour wait. 8.5/10
Fahrenheit: Another solid ride that is plagued by long lines. Even today I only did it once (and mostly because it was still running in the rain). 7.5/10
Lightning Racer x2: I did both sides as is tradition, even though Thunder is better. Still the best woodies in the park and fantastic rides on their own merit, though they're definitely a lot rougher than they were when I was a kid. Hoping we might see a full retrack at some point to preserve this awesome layout for the long term. 8/10
Great Bear: They were only running one train today which took me by surprise because they've had two going for all but my very first visit this season. Still a fantastic ride, the first drop and the terrain segment by the river and SDL are near and dear to me. This used to be my favorite in the park long, long ago and I still give it the respect it deserves. 7.5/10
Jolly Rancher Remix: Today was my first time riding this, including when it was Sidewinder. The line always seemed too long and the ride seemed too lame. Today's short lines gave me an opportunity to find out that it's not a bad ride. The new theming probably helps, but even the ride experience is certainly worth waiting 15-20 minutes for. Pleasantly surprised and I can check Vekoma boomerang off my list. 6/10
Wild Mouse: This is another one I always skipped, for the same reasons as Jolly Rancher, but it's a great little ride and I'm glad that I got it in as I understand they're in the process of trying to sell it. 5.5/10

Did Not Ride Today:
Laff Trakk 6/10
Comet 7/10
SooperDooperLooper 5.5/10
Trailblazer 6/10
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2023.06.10 05:18 Fugoola New CR-V will be here the 20th but WTF is up with the add-ons?

I finally settled on a Honda CR-V EX-L today for $38,500 (Urban Gray Pearl) and put a deposit on it. I am very excited, and I haven't even driven the EX-L, just the Hybrid Sport Touring. I know it won't be as road quiet but I hope it is quieter than the Rav 4 I test drove.
Anyway, I was pretty upset the dealership would not remove the all-weather package for $695, especially when it is a $495 option and I want Weathertech but they refused. I decided to check other dealerships and I'll be damned, there was not one dealership I could find that would delete this in Idaho, Washington, Oregon nor California. As a matter of fact, Washington dealerships forced $4k in options, California $2.5K and Idaho $1K. Most often it was the weather stuff plus perma-plate and some kind of treatment for the door edges and door handles (interior).
10 Years ago I bought a 2013 RAM 1500 under MSRP with not a single option and was very happy. What the hell is going on with all this forced option stuff? I feel that since most dealerships are offering MSRP they need to get more money for frivolous crap most people don't need or want it is forced and due to demand, we either wait or pay it.
Am I missing something here?

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2023.06.10 05:18 MonkeyDAtlas You don’t think it’s a hazard? Maybe the VP will

I work at a home depot in alberta and anyone who knows alberta weather knows we get really cold winters with a lot of snow. My building has a flat roof so obviously snow gathers and when it melts the water needs somewhere to go. around march when the snow started melting (i was a headcash at the time) i noticed water dripping from one of my exit doors. i followed standard procedure informed the MOD and put a bucket and wet floor sign. a few days later after my department transfer i was called by the frantic headcash that the door was pouring water. i rushed over and was able to stuff the door full of clothes and that stopped the leak, i had to change said clothes every 2-3 hours because the leak would start again. that’s when i noticed the peeling paint and what looked to be rot in the moulding. for nearly a month i pestered my managers every day asking when it would be fixed and the moulding was soaked and pressing on it would make it drip. it’s been 3 months and nothing has been done and today i found out our break room and bathrooms are being redone at this i was livid, yes sure that’s nice but maybe fix the rotting moulding first?! or the lumber doors that are always closed or always open but no. i was talking to one of my favourite older coworkers and he told me how he got an asm suspended with an email to the corporate leadership so i spent about an hour (on the clock) getting all their emails and sending them the photos. i sent it to mike rowe the vp, hr, and operations VPs. if nothing gets done after this i give up. i’m great at my job and i can be bad at it if i want to, no skin off my back they won’t fire the person who harassed me so they won’t be firing me.
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2023.06.10 05:12 Virtual_Entrance2855 TIFU by almost burning down my house or killing us all in our sleep

( IDK how to reddit good, lots of good comments on my first post in /HomeImprovement this is really a safety psa Post link )
Hi all, just a quick preface, I'm only posting this incase someone else tries to search for this because I was at it for hours and it might save someone's life. I'm so glad we were home and it didn't happen in the middle of the night. I feel like writing it like a story so I'm gonna. Tldr at bottom.
This morning I was up early as I've been for the last few days, my cat just got spayed so I've been sleeping in little spurts with her as much as possible.
It was around 8am or so at this point after sitting with her in the living room just zoning out on my phone killing time with my cat and wife napping beside me when out of nowhere I get hit with a smell, hard.
Kinda hammy. Kinda like a ham that's just about to go bad or just turned bad. It filled the entire house. It was serious. Filled the house in a matter of minutes. I jokingly said to my cat "Are you smelly? Do your farts smell like old ham or something?" She replied "meow" as she usually does as she's quite vocal. This discussion woke my wife who I asked, "Do you smell some old ham or something?"
Before she can even open her eyes the smell intensifies. It's now so strong it's making me feel a bit nauseous."Yeah what is that" she says popping up pretty quickly looking puzzled or disgusted. "It literally just came out of nowhere and it's getting waaay worse by, like, the minute." I responded.
So we open the door and screen door window quickly, place a fan in front of it. By this point it's making me feel worse, my mouths watering a slight amount like I'm going to vomit if it gets much worse.
We are both running around the house trying to figure out where the hell this smell is coming from. She mentions it has a slight paint thinner-esque smell to it but I didn't really smell anything but overwhelming old ham.
We had our HVAC system checked out a few weeks ago and found out it was leaking coolant and after googling weird smells in the house with no results about ham she found the coolant can smell like paint thinner among other things however ham was not on the list so I call the guy who did the HVAC work anyway just to see what he thought.
He basically said it should be odorless and would stop by anyway Monday as he was visiting family and took the day and weekend to do so. So we start googling like crazy. Not finding anything but click bait articles about the usual bad house smells, you know dead animals in the vents, gas leaks, sewage fumes, fishy-smelling electrical fires and the usual stuff. I tried every key word I could think of to get different results.
Dead animals don't bother me, my stomachs pretty strong when it comes to that, didn't smell fishy, if it was sewage I figured I'd be blowing chunks as I'm pretty sensitive to the smell because of something gross that happened to me when I was young and it just didn't smell like sewage. We don't have gas so it wasn't that.
At this point I have no idea and I feel pretty awful so I decide to step out back and me and the wife basically both had the same idea at the same time to call the non-emergency fire department to as she's feeling weird too. They come out and have a gas and co2 meter thing that I'm sure checks for other stuff too with nothing showing up. They smell it too and I ask since they just got here if they smell it from the vent when I turn the AC on. Figured maybe a fresh nose in the place would be able to point it out if it did.
Nope the place smells less hammy to me almost as soon as the vents start to push air. They look around a bit more and have no idea what it could be or where it's coming from. At this point I'm stumped, they leave and it's back to Google. Finding almost nothing even close to what I have going on I decide to go underneath the house ( it's a trailer or mobile home ) and make sure nothing died under there or if I can even smell anything under there at all.
There was a couple cat poops from before we sealed up the side right I assume but no smell, nothing. At this point I'm clueless and not sure what to do or who to call but the smell is coming and going in waves now. Super strong to almost gone every 20 minutes or so except for one little spot in the kitchen it seemed to persist a bit. I'm checking everything I can at this point and it's just about 4pm.
I call the sewage company, maintenence comes to check the line and whatever. He comes in to see if he smells it and thinks it's sewage and after a bit he's not too sure. He recommends getting someone to check my air vents for something dead or left behind like a rodent or his meal and also to pour some water down the drains we haven't been using to make sure the traps are full and keeping sewage smell and fumes out just to be safe. I gladly take any advice I hear and have read so far and he leaves.
I start calling HVAC companies who are telling me they don't do dead animal removal in vents, and to call a pest removal company. What? Okay. So I call a pest company who tells me to call an HVAC company... who tells me to call pest control... who tells me to call animal control.. who tells me to call an HVAC company. I am still not sure who to call if you can't get into the vents easily and need them checked but it seems to be a different branch or kind of animal control but they're not answering.
I basically rip apart the kitchen, moving furniture, checking all the cupboards, the fridge, the dry food and anything I see. What about the water i left in the instant pot? No. Nothing. Anywhere. Just hammyness. The vents? Sure smells like fresh air.
I'm getting no where. It's almost 5:30 at this point, everything is closing or closed besides 24 hour places who are going to charge me an arm or two tonight and I have no clue about the weekend. I sadly sit down on the couch after I mess with the thermostat just trying to see if I can make it any better.
My wife steps outside because this wave is smacking her hard. At this point I had smelled a slightly chemical smell mixed in with the harsh hammyness a couple times but I don't recognize it at all. I'm thinking of dropping out the air duct myself, moving the fridge to check behind it. Everything. I get up to join her outside and that's when it happens.
ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzZzzZZZAP POP. It comes from the kitchen and instantly I know what it is. I look at my wife and say "of course, ham!" She's confused and asks "Ham? What was that noise" as I'm running toward the kitchen.
It was the vent light on the oven hood. You know the thing with a vent that probably has bacon grease and other food oils up in there. There's smoke and it smells HAMMY. I run to the breaker box and kill the power and we grab fire extinguishers. Luckily no fire. But we almost left the house to go to my mom's or a hotel until we could get it looked at several times but something kept telling me not to leave. And I'm really glad we didn't.
TL;DR house started to smell like almost bad ham and paint thinner or some kind of chemicals possibly sewage in a matter of minutes, turns out range hood was trying to start an electrical fire.
Moral of the story is if you smell slightly bad food and chemicals, flip the breaker and see if it goes away. Might just be about to have a serious problem.
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2023.06.10 05:09 TheItalianMi1f lock your doors the weather is controlling you

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2023.06.10 05:01 The_Alloquist [A Lord of Death] - Chapter 64 (Sorore)

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In a rare moment, Sorore was actually having a nice dream, a normal one, one could even say. She was back home, in that moderately seized house in Erratz, laying on her mother’s lap. She could even hear the gentle sound that the needle made as it went in and out of the cloth. It was peaceful, pleasant, surrounded by familiar sound and smells, though her sight was blurry and confused.
It was not to last, as the sound of rushing water overtook all else, until she was forced awake by its unrelenting pace. When she sat up, rubbing her eyes in the broad bed, she released that it wasn’t the sound of water, nor was it relegated to her dreams. There was a commotion outside people talking in hushed but harsh tones.
Neither Lillian, nor Aya were within the room, and she wondered if they were having an argument. That wouldn’t be good - she’d watched them have the spat earlier, and that dispute didn’t need much worsening. Sorore crept to the door to the outer hallway - she loved how they slid to create whole new rooms. It was something she’d have to think about more she decided as she pulled it open and realised several things at once.
One, there were a whole lot of armoured figures in the hallway, at least four, maybe half a dozen. Two, the balcony door was open, and Lillian was currently arguing with one of them, Aya standing by looking like a mining explosive had gone off right next to her. Three, her brother and Niche had just emerged out of the room beside, and Niche was about to draw his sword at the sudden intrusion.
For a moment, she panicked, her mind going completely blank. Her mind raced with visions of bloody aftermath, and a chase through the city, back to the dinner she’d had with all those nice people.
“Oh, hello!” she blurted, drawing the surprised stares of several of the men, “who might you be?”
There was an instant of shocked silence between all parties.
“Nobody do anything!” called the man who was out on the porch, “We are representatives of the sand-shell legion, on behalf of the matriarch of the Eisen. We have come to retrieve her granddaughter.”
Niche lowered his hand from his sword belt, but Sorore could tell that he was ready to fight on a moment’s provocation. She also noticed that Kieren, in the same gown she’d worn to the square was standing in the stairwell. The woman looked so nervous Sorore thought she might fall over and down the stairs.
“Let’s move to a less cramped area,” said the captain, in a tone that brook no argument.
Eventually, it was sussed out, though not without considerable resistance on part of the paladins, that they were to meet in the great hall. As they sat, they were brought simple drinks of milk and honey, flavoured with something else that Sorore could not quite place. The two paladins looked like pacing cats, constrained on their chairs, arms crossed and eyes hard.
“Under no circumstances can we give one of ours into you custody,” said Lillian, locked in a match with the captain.
“Within the city, you are under the authority of the guard, no matter who you are. If the matriach has sent for this girl, then we have our orders.”
“As do we, captain,” said Niche, “to protect and guide each of these young women and… man, unto the holy lands of Angorrah.”
One of the guards flanking the captain whispered something in his ear.
“She’s not going to like it,” the captain said, then heard something else.
“Very well. Bloodshed before the Festival would be unwise. We have enough of that already. Right then, one of you paladins, assuming you are who you say you are, shall come with us and the lady to be received by the Eisen. I cannot say it’s likely you will have a happy reception. They will expect you to come unarmed.”
The paladins were bristling at the implied threat, and several hands were already dangerously close to their sword belts. Sorore gripped the mug that she was being offered, before Aya sat up and proclaimed to the group.
“Leave two of your men with us, then,” she said.
The captain’s eyes furrowed.
“I don’t wish to second guess you, my lady,” he said, “but why would I do that?”
“Trust,” Aya said, with a side long look at Lillian, “simple. If you leave your men with us, you can’t simply waltz off with me and my friend. Plus, it gives us men who know, and can quickly get around the city, so they can find you whenever they need to.”
The captain considered, and nodded.
“Very well my lady. Two men will be left for the disposal of your party members. But you shall have to come with us, immediately.”
“Me as well,” said Lillian.
“As you wish,” he said, “but you must disarm yourself. That is non-negotiable.”
Lillian was fuming, but unbuckled her belt and handed her armaments to Niche. The legionaries surrounded them, and departed with them out the front of the pyramid. They were left in front of the roaring fire, Kieren sitting beside them holding a considerably more full glass of the amber coloured alcohol.
“You said that this-” Niche began, his face reddened, “you sold us out!”
“Sold you out?” said Kieren incuriously as she swirled the glass around, “sold you out?”
The woman slammed down the glass on one of the nearby table, somehow not breaking it in the process.
“Maybe, you should of told us that you had the granddaughter of Aystara godsdamned Eisen in your retinue? No, forgot that little detail?”
“Okay, can we get this over with?” said Frare, picking at his nails.
“What?” said both the paladin and the trader, staring at the temerity of the youth.
“Blah, blah, we’ve all kept things from eachother,” he said, “so let’s all move on. Who is this ‘Aystara’? Why is she important?”
While Niche gaped at the casual ease from which Frare dismissed the turbulence, the trader seemed to settle.
“Only one of the two most powerful people in the city, young man,” she said, downing a shot from the glass, “between her and Edmund Poutash, it’d be easier to list what they don’t own. The docks, the schools, the farms… if you want an import or export licence? You go through her. You want to own a ship bigger than a rinky-dink fishing boat? You go through her or Potash.”
She finished the glass, and reached for the decanter, and stopped herself.
“And you waltz into the city, and conveniently forget to mention that you have her granddaughter, who hasn’t been in the city ever, if I remember correctly. To say she’d be furious that you didn’t bring the young lady before her immediately would be an understatement. And worse, you dragged us into it.”
“She must be awfully mean - you had nothing to do with us. You just hosted it.”
The woman blinked at the boldfaced remark, and Sorore delivered a good kick to his shins to drive the point home.
“No, no,” she ultimately said, “no I don’t think she’ll do anything to our family, if she believes us. She’s not unreasonable. At least, so I’ve heard. I’ve only met her once, and that was for a brief time. As for what she’ll do to you...”
She gave a pointed look at Niche.
“You tried to hid her granddaughter from her, maybe unintentionally, maybe not. If I were a betting woman, which I’m not, I would say that means trouble. If you want my advice-”
“I don’t,” said Niche, crinkling his noise.
“Don’t be stupid,” said Frare, before he howled at another kick.
Sorore’s face was burning with indignation and embarrassment. This was all too much.
“If you want my advice,” Kieren pressed on, “you’d go find and talk to your commander immediately. I could fetch for him if you wish - I know where Amicio’s home is.”
Niche, through narrowed eyes and clenched teeth, acquiesced.
“Good, now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some letters to send,” she said, “of course, though this has earned you no small amount of displeasure from certain peoples, we’ve been instructed to provide you with house and board for as long as it takes to sort this out. You are still welcome guests and you will be treated as such.”
The tepid truce struck, the children were sent back up to their rooms. Sorore tried to sleep, and managed no more than half an hour before she was woken by her brother.
“The commander’s here,” he said, “he wants to talk to us.”
The commander, looking very tired, but light of step than Sorore had ever seen him, waited by the fire. He was talking with Kieren and the two remaining legionarries in the fast-paced trading tongue of the city, but stopped when he saw the girl come downstairs.
“My lady,” he said, “it seems there’s been a huge misunderstanding.”
She realized that it was his manner of dress which was throwing her off. Instead of his usual worn and thoroughly practical travelling clothes, he wore the long flowing silks of orange and cream. It suited him, matching his calm personality.
“What misunderstanding?” she said.
“Well, we had no idea that our own Aya was the granddaughter of Aystara Eisen herself. I was surprised as anyone. Of course, I knew she was an Eisen, from her mother.”
He looked at Kieren, who looked like she was about to fall asleep.
“But I never imagined that she was a direct descendent of the main house. I thought she was part of the branch, not necessary to cause any fuss, especially during the preparation of the festival. Ah!”
He slapped his head to indicate his shock at the realisation.
“What a terrible mistake I’ve made,” he said, patting the woman’s arm, “this is all on my horrendous lack of judgement. Here’s what’s going to happen, one of these gentlemen and trader Amicio will be vouching for me at the gate. I’m going to the Eisen estate and having a friendly chat with the matriarch, to clear up this misunderstanding.”
Sorore felt at last some suggestion that someone around the city knew what was happening and what they were going to do.
“Here’s what I need you and your brother to do,” Naia said, “I want you to wait and enjoy the hospitality of the madame of the house.”
The term seemed to flatter Kieren, who flushed at the complement. Or that might’ve been the drink, Sorore wasn’t entirely sure.
“Niche, you take care of them. I expect that I might be at the estate for the rest of the night, and possibly onto next afternoon. Things are always so chaotic around the Festival. There’s no reason for you not to attend the festival opening tomorrow, if you can.”
“You want us to attend a festival?” said Niche in disbelief, “right now?”
“Well, not right now, it hasn’t started yet,” said the commander, “but, if Kieren would graciouslly agree to take you as guest of honour, you’d have excellent seats. If that’s not too much to ask, especially after our little debacle.”
Kieren nodded, and affirmed that she wouldn’t mind at all, if the matter was going to be soon cleared up. Sorore was now certain that it wasn’t just alcohol.
“Great. You’re all taken care of, now I’d better explain myself. If you wouldn’t mind,” he said, pointing to the quarter full glass, which Kieren handed to him. The commander downed it all in one, rolled his shoulders, and smiled.
“Don’t worry. It’ll all work out in the end,” he said, “in fact, I would say to enjoy yourselves, as much as you can. And best go back to bed, unless you want to be sleeping during the festival, which, I assure you from experience, you do not.”
Before they could say anything, the commander had swept by them, vanishing out of the front of the pyramid.
“You should heed him,” said Kieren, picking up the decanter and the glass and moving towards the kitchens, “if you’re stuck here for the time being, you might as well enjoy it And that starts with getting good sleep.”
“Last time you said that, we woke up to armed guards,” Niche said flatly.
“Well, I assure you, I’m not boring enough to do that a second time. It would be assassin’s from across the streets, who approach over the rooftops.”
“Do they actually exist?” asked Frare, suddenly excited.
“Oh, I’m sure,” said Kieren as she stowed away her drinking equipment, “but not tonight. Go get some sleep sir paladin, and you two young ones as well. You’ll need it.”
Sorore was cajoled up the steps, Frare coming up after her. Niche seemed placated enough for the time being, though he was clearly unhappy with the outcome. The pleasant dreams neglected to revisit for a second time, but at least the sleep was uninterrupted. When Soroe next awoke, it was a young handmadein, pulling open the screen doors.
“Good morning, my lady,” she said, “how did you sleep?”
“I- well enough, I suppose,” she said, stretching and yawning, before quickly covering her mouth.
The maid had the presence of mind not to notice as she revealed the bright sunlight streaming through the open balcony.
“It must almost be midday!” Sorore exclaimed, leaping out of the bed as she tried to straighten herself.
The maid chuckled as she finished opening up the room.
“Not to fear, my lady,” she said, “it’s customary to sleep into the early afternoon. The Festival does not start until just before sunset, afterall. In fact, you might be earlier than many of the household.”
“Oh,” Soroe said, feeling rather foolish, “Um. Well, I guess I’ll get dressed.”
“Of course. I’ve left out some clothes for you. Madame Kieren suggested that you try clothes from our city. I hope you’ll love them. Do you bathe?”
Sorore wrinkled her nose at the prospect. What kind of question was that?
“Of course I do,” she said.
“Well, there’s a place to bath at the bottom of the pyramid. If you wish to bath alone, you should go now - I’ll bring you clothes for you to change at the waterfront.”
“You bathe together here?” Sorore said
“In the mornings and evenings,” she said, “we do not bring water up into the house if we cannot avoid it. To the stone goes the sea, and to the home goes the sky.”
She looked around, then leaned in with a smile.
“Also, water is very troublesome to carry up all those flights.”
“So just come down to the waterfront?” she said, gathering up what spare things she needed.
“Just follow me, my lady,” said the handmaiden, picking up a pile of clothes and leading her down the stairs.
They emerged onto an inset pool carved into the pyramid interior. A smooth stone deck, with benches and chairs and stacks of towels, as well as several large paper screens, presumably for changing. Sorore was glad to see they were alone, at least for the time being.
At the handmaid, Kiroe’s, direction, she stripped down naked and plunged into the pool. The water was a perfect temperature - cold enough to dispel the last of the grogginess, warm enough to be pleasant to float in. She swam around for a bit, constrained by the relatively small volume, while Kiroe prepared her outfit on the deck.
“Do you mind if I join you?” came a voice from the other end.
Kieren slipped out of a thin morning dress and stepped into the water. Sorore swam over and came to stand beside her.
“Is there any news? About Aya and the commander?” she said, a little too quickly.
Kieren, who’d been sinking into the water with a sigh of contentment, opened one eye.
“Straight to business? Perhaps you are better suited to the city than I thought.”
Sorore tried to smile, but her concern was betrayed, judging by the woman’s softening of expression.
“My knowledge is limited. My uncle is serving as our representative for now. Sounds like your commander was at least allowed to make his case to the Eisen. He made note of one other companion of yours.”
“Oh? Who?” she said, pushing out into the pool, feeling the water surge over her shoulders.
“A man in black clothes,” she said, “who hides his face behind a mask. He was there for the meeting.”
“The mage?” said Sorore, before considering that she maybe shouldn’t have mentioned it.
“A mage?” said Kieren, before submerging herself in the water.
She tossed her hair back as she came back up, spraying water in a neat arc.
“Well, that explains his odd demeanour,” she said, “now, regrettably, that’s all the time I have today for bathing. I will see you at the festival.”
“Hello cousin! May I join- oh,” came a voice from the steps leading out.
It was Ivers, dressed in nothing but a loose robe, which was already half-way off his body, sculpted with muscle from hauling rope and tackle. Sorore stifled a gasp and turned away, trying not to redden.
“I can come back later,” he offered.
“Do you mind?” Kieren said to Sorore, “if you do, it’d be best to finish soon and let others bathe.”
“No, no,” she said, waving her host away.
Kiero had warned her, after all. It would be best to become accustomed to the strange ways of this beautiful city. Besides, it’s not like she hadn’t bathed before in the company of men her age back home. She cursed herself for being so self-conscious, and forced herself to turn around.
“Are you sure? I can leave if you want, it’s not-” Ivers began.
“No, it’s fine. It’s fine,” Sorore said, smiling at him, “it’d be good to have companionship.”
“Well, then, Ivers, I trust you’ll behave yourself,” said Kieren rising from the water.
“Of course, cousin,” Ivers said, casting his eyes to the floor.
Sorore tried not to take a wicked pleasure at the blush that crept across his dark complexion.
“Oh, one more thing,” whispered her host, bending over to the girl, “it’s considered polite to not look when they’re outside the water.”
Kieren laughed at Sorore’s own furious blush as she made for one of the poolside changing screens.
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2023.06.10 04:53 Rasputin4231 PCM is smearing LGBTQ people again, accusing them of making kids watch drag shows at gunpoint (+1134, 89%)

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LGBTQ people live rent free in the heads of PCM bigots. Sample comments spreading panic, bigotry and hate:
“You will allow your kid to block puberty or you’ll go to jail” according to the latest law in cali. +124
Stop being freaks and going after kids. It’s really not that hard to comprehend. All your doing is tossing years of progress for your community down the drain +191
for a lot of “the community” it isn’t about progress. It’s about destruction. They’re the malcontented marxists who want to burn it all down. Acceptance will never be enough, because it’s not what they want. That was just the arsonists foot in the door. +27
Bruh, the lgbt have more rights then everyone else - they need to still be seen as victims hence why they invent reasons to indoctrinate the youth so the youth can then become the next wave of the 'oppressed' +14
They gotta go after kids if they want to expand beyond being a fringe group to becoming the norm. Otherwise they’ll always just be outliers. +5
The more i look at modern society, the more i realise why the ancient traditions did things the way they did - they figured this shit out. They realised that people will just nonstop invent problems to feel like victims if you let them +32
I see posts like this and what exactly is the solution? Just strip the rights for LGBTQ people? -2
Just stay away from the kids, it's not hard to do. +9
the pushback on drag shows for kids and puberty blockers for trans kids is necessary now. Just sit back and enjoy the ride. +7
people be screaming “trans genocide” and “but muh rights” when literal pedophilia and child hormone blockers is banned. This pushback is necessary because the degenerates of the community are being too vocal and manipulative +2
PCM users are basically smearing queer people in the same way that Jews were smeared in Germany when the nazis took over. As you can see, the same accusations of pedophilia, degeneracy and the community being simultaneously strong enough to force things on others, but also weak and inhuman. Meanwhile, the PCM operators just allow this type of rhetoric to be spread without any meaningful pushback. I believe that this is textbook evidence of moderator malfeasance.
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2023.06.10 04:53 RedsModerator The Reds fell to the Cardinals by a score of 7-4 - Fri, Jun 09 @ 08:15 PM EDT

Reds @ Cardinals - Fri, Jun 09

Game Status: Final - Score: 7-4 Cardinals

Links & Info

1 Newman - 3B 4 0 1 1 0 1 0 .270 .331 .371
2 McLain - 2B 4 1 1 0 1 1 1 .350 .404 .530
3 India - DH 4 0 0 0 0 2 3 .275 .355 .410
4 De La Cruz - SS 4 1 1 0 0 3 2 .333 .412 .733
5 Steer - 1B 3 1 1 0 1 0 0 .286 .367 .480
6 Stephenson, T - C 2 1 1 1 1 0 0 .244 .328 .357
7 Fairchild - CF 3 0 2 2 1 0 0 .234 .335 .380
8 Hopkins - RF 4 0 0 0 0 2 6 .167 .211 .167
9 Barrero - CF 2 0 0 0 0 0 2 .223 .301 .331
a-Benson - LF 1 0 0 0 1 0 0 .192 .263 .288
Totals 31 4 7 4 5 9 14
a-Walked for Barrero in the 7th.
BATTING: 2B: Newman (10, Montgomery); McLain (8, Montgomery); Fairchild (12, Stratton). TB: De La Cruz; Fairchild 3; McLain 2; Newman 2; Steer; Stephenson, T. RBI: Fairchild 2 (19); Newman (20); Stephenson, T (27). 2-out RBI: Fairchild. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: De La Cruz 2; Barrero; Hopkins 2. SF: Newman; Stephenson, T. Team RISP: 2-for-11. Team LOB: 7.
Cardinals Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Donovan - 2B 5 2 3 1 0 0 2 .251 .344 .369
2 Goldschmidt - 1B 5 0 0 0 0 2 6 .280 .378 .481
3 Gorman - DH 4 1 1 2 0 3 1 .264 .347 .543
4 Arenado - 3B 4 1 2 2 0 1 0 .272 .319 .469
5 Contreras, Wn - C 3 0 1 0 0 0 1 .207 .295 .362
6 Edman - CF 4 0 0 0 0 0 3 .246 .306 .417
7 DeJong - SS 4 1 1 0 0 2 0 .237 .320 .458
8 Walker - LF 4 2 3 2 0 0 0 .278 .333 .433
9 Carlson - RF 2 0 0 0 2 0 0 .225 .286 .343
Totals 35 7 11 7 2 8 13
BATTING: HR: Arenado (12, 1st inning off Lively, 1 on, 2 out); Walker (4, 2nd inning off Lively, 1 on, 0 out); Gorman (15, 7th inning off Lively, 1 on, 1 out). TB: Arenado 5; Contreras, Wn; DeJong; Donovan 3; Gorman 4; Walker 6. RBI: Arenado 2 (43); Donovan (16); Gorman 2 (46); Walker 2 (14). 2-out RBI: Arenado 2; Donovan. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Goldschmidt 3. Team RISP: 1-for-4. Team LOB: 7.
Reds Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Lively (L, 3-4) 6.2 10 7 7 1 8 3 92-62 4.21
Kuhnel 1.1 1 0 0 1 0 0 20-10 8.10
Totals 8.0 11 7 7 2 8 3
Cardinals Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Montgomery (W, 3-7) 6.0 3 0 0 1 6 0 97-61 3.88
Hicks, J 0.1 2 2 2 2 1 0 27-13 4.56
Pallante (H, 5) 0.2 0 0 0 0 0 0 3-2 4.37
Stratton 0.2 2 2 2 2 1 0 24-14 3.93
Gallegos (S, 8) 1.1 0 0 0 0 1 0 15-11 3.51
Totals 9.0 7 4 4 5 9 0
Game Info
HBP: Contreras, Wn (by Lively).
Pitches-strikes: Lively 92-62; Kuhnel 20-10; Montgomery 97-61; Hicks, J 27-13; Pallante 3-2; Stratton 24-14; Gallegos 15-11.
Groundouts-flyouts: Lively 5-3; Kuhnel 2-1; Montgomery 7-2; Hicks, J 0-0; Pallante 0-1; Stratton 0-1; Gallegos 2-1.
Batters faced: Lively 32; Kuhnel 6; Montgomery 22; Hicks, J 5; Pallante 1; Stratton 6; Gallegos 4.
Inherited runners-scored: Kuhnel 1-0; Pallante 3-1; Gallegos 2-0.
Umpires: HP: Quinn Wolcott. 1B: Junior Valentine. 2B: Adrian Johnson. 3B: Manny Gonzalez.
Weather: 82 degrees, Partly Cloudy.
Wind: 3 mph, R To L.
First pitch: 7:16 PM.
T: 2:36.
Att: 43,238.
Venue: Busch Stadium.
June 9, 2023
Inning Scoring Play Score
Bottom 1 Nolan Arenado homers (12) on a fly ball to left field. Brendan Donovan scores. 2-0 STL
Bottom 2 Jordan Walker homers (4) on a line drive to left center field. Paul DeJong scores. 4-0 STL
Bottom 4 Brendan Donovan singles on a line drive to left fielder Stuart Fairchild. Jordan Walker scores. Dylan Carlson to 2nd. 5-0 STL
Top 7 Stuart Fairchild singles on a line drive to left fielder Jordan Walker. Spencer Steer scores. Tyler Stephenson to 2nd. 5-1 STL
Top 7 Kevin Newman out on a sacrifice fly to center fielder Tommy Edman. Tyler Stephenson scores. Stuart Fairchild to 3rd. 5-2 STL
Bottom 7 Nolan Gorman homers (15) on a fly ball to right field. Brendan Donovan scores. 7-2 STL
Top 8 Tyler Stephenson out on a sacrifice fly to center fielder Tommy Edman. Matt McLain scores. Elly De La Cruz to 3rd. 7-3 STL
Top 8 Stuart Fairchild doubles (12) on a sharp ground ball to left fielder Jordan Walker. Elly De La Cruz scores. Spencer Steer to 3rd. 7-4 STL
Team Highlight
CIN Bullpen availability for Cincinnati, June 9 vs Cardinals (00:00:07)
STL Bullpen availability for St. Louis, June 9 vs Reds (00:00:07)
STL Visualizing Nolan Gorman's swing using bat tracking technology (00:00:09)
STL Nolan Arenado's two-run HR (12) (00:00:28)
STL Jordan Walker's two-run HR (4) (00:00:29)
CIN Lively reps Burrow jersey (00:00:54)
STL Brendan Donovan's RBI single (00:00:16)
STL Paul DeJong's diving stop, throw (00:00:23)
STL Field View of Walker's homer (00:00:32)
CIN Stuart Fairchild's RBI single (00:00:13)
CIN Kevin Newman's sac fly (00:00:18)
STL Contreras nabs Benson at 2nd (00:01:10)
STL Nolan Gorman's two-run HR (15) (00:00:28)
STL Jordan Montgomery K's 6 batters (00:00:45)
CIN Elly De La Cruz's single (00:00:14)
CIN Tyler Stephenson's sac fly (00:00:17)
CIN Stuart Fairchild's RBI double (00:00:17)
CIN Ben Lively strikes out 8 batters (00:00:49)
STL Gallegos locks down the save (00:00:07)
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R H E LOB
Reds 0 0 0 0 0 0 2 2 0 4 7 0 7
Cardinals 2 2 0 1 0 0 2 0 7 11 0 7


Division Scoreboard

NYM 7 @ PIT 14 - Final
OAK 5 @ MIL 2 - Final
CHC 0 @ SF 1 - Top 7, 0 Outs
Next Reds Game: Sat, Jun 10, 02:15 PM EDT @ Cardinals
Last Updated: 06/09/2023 11:48:27 PM EDT
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2023.06.10 04:51 docXfamas [H] June Choice and other bundled games [W] Paypal, TF2 keys



JUNE 2023 games
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Survival Instinct Bundle
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DECEMBER 2022 Monthly Bundle Leftovers
Black Friday VR Voyager's Pack
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MY REP Wishlist
TF2 keys/ Csgo Cases
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2023.06.10 04:47 theread1 Suggestions needed! Chicken run fencing for foxes

I have an area that I'm trying to fence in a way to keep out the local foxes and raccoons. The raccoons I'm not as worried about, as I'll have a self opening and closing door to keep the chickens in at night. The foxes however, are out in the evening and morning for a bit even when the sun is out, and I'm afraid that they may try to break in during that time, as they hang out not too far away from the coop. We have 6 chickens, and the area I'd like to fence is about 40x30.. The two 30' sides are up against buildings, so I'm not worried about fencing those areas, I just have two 40' areas that I need to fence. Any tips on how to do that economically? I think it would be pretty expensive to put wire over the top, but I'm also having trouble coming up with a practical fence that can keep foxes out that doesn't involve electricity.
I was thinking of building a 6' tall fence that leaned out at the top the last foot or so, but that might be a bit hard to support all the way up there. Any thoughts or tips? Maybe I need to bite the bullet and just get a few hot wires around the top. I don't want to spend a money on a unit to power the electric fence, and my almost toddler likes chickens so I'd rather not have that at ground level so no accidents happen. But that may be the best option that doesn't involve building the next Berlin wall. Any and all tips on wall construction or materials are welcome.
Edit: I am going to put some hardware cloth on the ground so they can't dig under, and use wire that they cant break through on the bottom few feet
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