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(WTS) Parts Bin Cleanout - SCAR/Benelli/BCM/V-Seven/Magpul/ADMMfg/ Strike Industries, etc.

2023.03.23 03:16 iMetalocalypse (WTS) Parts Bin Cleanout - SCAR/Benelli/BCM/V-Seven/Magpul/ADMMfg/ Strike Industries, etc.

Finally cleaning out my parts bin to try and turn some of my unused odds and ends into cash for my money pit SCAR 17 project. I will be more than willing to discount combined offers to cut down on shipping so long as there isn't a dibs before you for one of the items. Willing to haggle via pm for much of this stuff. If I'm off on prices please let me know!
Updated Pics per request: Dolos - https://imgur.com/a/dHh0wrg 4 prong flash hider - https://imgur.com/OYLgXiY https://imgur.com/a/TeDoCWR https://imgur.com/jXbtr0c
1.Magpul CTR FDE - $30 shipped
  1. BCM Gunfighter Mod 0 - $40 shipped
  1. (2) Magpul MOE Blk - $10 shipped
  2. Magpul MIAD FDE (no finger groove or beavertail inserts) - $10 shipped
  3. LaRue A-Peg grip (OD Green, coarse, AR-15 length) - $7 shipped OBO (min pay shipping)
  4. Troy Enhanced Battle Ax CQB grip Blk – $20 shipped
  5. Venom Defense Cobra Billet Aluminum grip Blk - $20 shipped
  6. Hard Plastic Grip with palm shelf - $15 shipped
  7. Hogue Desert Eagle Grip - $30 shipped
  8. Sig P938 Hogue grip - $15 shipped
  9. Sig P938 OEM synthetic black grip panels - $10 shipped
  10. Remington R1 Doublestack 1911 (Same as Para Ordnance doublestack) Black/Grey VZ G10 grips (Operator II)- $25 shipped
Rails/Rail Accessories
  1. CMT Tac UHPR 6.7 Mod 2 (NOY HDX) salty from anti-rotation tab removal & a notch cut in the barrel nut. Notch is hidden by handguard when installed, included barrel nut wrench. Solid rail similar to SLR - $50 shipped
  2. Samson Mfg Evolution EX rail 4” picatinny top/7” overall length, anti-rotation tabs modified, includes evo QD attachment point- $40 shipped
  3. Pantheon Arms Dolos system w/ YHM handguard, salty, anti-rotation tabs modified - $50 shipped
  4. Magpul Handstop kit & rail covers FDE/BLK as well as slip on rail covers – Free (pay shipping)
  5. Magpul Angled Mlok foregrip - $15 shipped
  1. ADM Recon 30mm 2-lever (standard levers) 20 MOA, low/no salt – $190 shipped
  2. ADM Recon 30mm 1-lever (standard) 0 MOA – low salt - $170 shipped
  3. Pride Fowler 30mm 1-piece mount (seems like a decent cheap mount) - $20 shipped OBO (min pay shipping)
  4. UTG “QD” 1” rings (crap QD function best used as fixed rings for airsoft/22lr) – free (pay shipping)
  5. Unknown brand 30mm Rings – free (pay shipping)
Muzzle Devices
  1. SI J-Comp 1/2x28 - $30 shipped
  2. V-Seven Titanium Blk A2 style Comp 5/8x24 BNIB – $70 shipped
  3. V-Seven Titanium Blk DLC Micro brake 1/2x28 - $50 shipped
  4. Steel 5/8x24 “tank brake” - $25 shipped
  5. 4-prong flash hider 1/2x28 - $30 shipped
  6. Breacher style compensator .578x28 - $25 shipped
  7. Clamp-on style 2-port brake 5/8x24 - $35 shipped
  8. Various .30 cal A2 style comps 5/8x24 (bought to mount a Griffin 30SD but none of them fit the can), Radical Firearms, Expo Arms, KAK all BNIP – $7 shipped ea. OBO
Misc AR-15
  1. Cheapo aluminum BUIS, appear decent quality for a bargain build - $15 shipped
  2. Full NP3 Radian Raptor, installed/never fired, low salt - $95 shipped
  3. Mil-spec receiver ext & buffer spring, no salt (NO castle nut/end plate) - $15 shipped
  4. V-Seven ambi 3-gun safety 57/90 degree throw - $50 shipped
  5. Odinworks ambi modular safety - $25 shipped
  6. SI Flip Switch safety - $30 shipped
  7. IWC 1.25” QD tri-glide low/no salt $16 shipped
  8. Magpul M-lok paraclip sling mount BNIP - $15 shipped
  9. Magpul MS1 Coyote Sling w/ QD swivel/mash hook - $20
  10. Unknown Blk HK-style hooks Bungee sling - $10 shipped OBO (min pay shipping)
  11. BCM PNT Nickel Teflon Mil-spec trigger with pins - $45 shipped
  12. (3) Butler Creek Scope caps OBJ 26, 30/EYE 16 – $2 plus shipping ea OBO
  13. Vortex Bushwhacker flip cap size 6 – $2 plus shipping OBO
  14. (3) Magpul USGI mag Ranger Green magazine pulls - $7 shipped
Other Platform
  1. PMM REP-LOK Rail center dimpled Blk, installed briefly, never fired - $70 shipped
  2. OEM SCAR Lower picatinny rail w/ steel lower support - $150 shipped
  3. OEM SCAR muzzle brake w/ locking nut $35 shipped
  4. KDG RCH Ambi QD Front Plate - $45 shipped
  5. Mini-14 OEM Gas block (300blk take-off) - $10 shipped OBO (min pay shipping)
  6. Sage Intl Mini-14 EBR Chassis AR pistol grip & Buffer tube adapter (Grip/Stock ONLY, NO CHASSIS), will throw in a full auto cutout cover from Sage for the Mini-14 EBR chassis - $50 shipped
  7. Eagle Industries OD green buttstock pouch (fits traditional wood stocks/A2 stocks) - $10 shipped OBO (min pay shipping)
  8. Harris SL-M 9-13” bipod with KMW Pod-Loc, salt on legs - $100 shipped
  9. Caldwell 6-9” non-swiveling bipod - $10 shipped OBO (min pay shipping)
  10. Accu-shot BT04-QK w/ steel cap precision mono-pod, stud-mount - $75 shipped
  11. (2) new, never fired/loaded Magpul AUS-W (AUG pattern) 30rnd PMAGs - $10 ea or $18 for both shipped
  12. Benelli M4 OEM Collapsible stock/pistol grip - $615 shipped/insured
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2023.03.22 15:57 bggtr73 [RF} Patricia's Labor

The Craigslist ad said they needed another man for a moving and install job for about 3 days work, email for details.
Kevin figured it was probably a scam of some sort, but he was broke and needed a couple hundred bucks ASAP to make his car payment; the buy-here/ pay-here lot he bought it from was scarily efficient at tracking down their vehicles. So he sent his reply email from his phone in the public library cause his internet was off at home and the month to month phone plan didn’t include internet access. He hoped they’d text him instead of emails because texts always dinged when they came through but the gmail message notifications were turned off. He tried turning that on once, but his phone dinged and buzzed every 16 seconds for 14 hours straight and it drove him nuts.
But god, he hoped they contacted him, he needed the cash. A hundred bucks a day for three days would get some food and make the payment and maybe a tank of gas. Or maybe half a tank since gas is almost $4 a gallon.
The text he got back about three of the longest hours of his life later said they could definitely use him, if he could meet their criteria. They explained “Patricia's Labor” was a small company, started by their mother originally to do cleaning for homeowners and businesses in the area. They were a small crew of mostly family members and had branched out to do moving and construction work also. Basically they had double booked a priority air-conditioner installation with another big moving job and needed another body or two to help. They had an electrician and a HVAC tech guy to do the technical work but they needed at least one more guy for the heavy lifting and to run tools and materials back and forth, do some site prep like shoveling, and stuff like that. It definitely sounded good to him.
Could he meet at the grocery store off of Gilbert at 8am sharp, just down the street from the convenience store? They’d pick him up and drop him off from there.
Did he have some steel-toed work boots? Preferably brown or tan, so they would look like they were all uniform? Good footwear is important when moving heavy stuff, one guy had worn gym shoes once and dropped a compressor on his foot and broke it.
Did he have some decent jeans? Dark blue preferred, no holes or tears and they had to fit right no droop or sagging so his underwear showed,
Does he have work gloves? Not mandatory, but will definitely be helpful.
White tee shirt? Not a ‘wife beater’ - a clean white tee, and they would give him a company zip up hoodie to wear over it, so they look uniform and professional.
OK, since they were planning to reimburse the boots anyway, they’d write him a check for that, and a separate check for his pay. He could cash them right at the grocery store there, they’d throw in the extra $5 for the check cashing fee because they don’t like to carry cash (says so right on their trucks - ‘driver carries no cash’)
And sorry, this is technically illegal, but it makes their life easier- there will be some heavy lifting and using some tools - he wasn’t missing any fingers or anything, no physical handicaps? No? Good. Don’t want to run afoul of EOE rules, but if you’re handicapped you really can’t do the job.
By the way - how tall is he and what does he weigh? About 5’10 and 240 pounds? Perfect, that’s about the same size the other guys are, one of them will have an extra hoodie he can bring.
And one last thing - he doesn’t have any racial issues, does he? The HVAC guy and Electrician are Nigerian - pretty dark complected and with accents - one guy they found on Craigslist was some kind of right-wing white supremecist nut…. No, Kevin is black too, no worries.
Everything sounds great, look for the white van in the lot tomorrow at 8. If it works out for these first two or three days, there will probably be more work in the future.
At 745am, Kevin is waiting in front of the grocery store in his brand new boots, jeans and white tee. He’s feeling good, its a nice day and it gets even better less than ten minutes later when a guy wearing a green hoodie and carrying an identical one walks around the corner.
Must’ve parked on the street on the other side of the building. Whatever.
The guy starts to hand Kevin the hoodie in his hands, but frowns. In his strong accent he says “they told me size medium. No worries though” - and he pulls the hoodie off his back and hands that one to Kevin instead. It’s definitely a funny bright color green, but the logo looks professionally done, black script like a signature “Patricia’s Labor” on the back and “Patsy’s” much smaller on the front lapel.
He pulls two checks out of his wallet and shows them to Kevin. A check for $40 for the boots ( reimbursement for the generic Wal-Mart boots that look just like the one the African has on), A check for $155 - $150 for the day’s labor, and he says the extra $5 is for the check cashing fee. He stuffs those in an envelope and hands them to Kevin.
For about a nanosecond Kevin debates mentioning it was supposed to be $100 for the day instead of $150 . He decides the extra $50 is just good karma or something. Puts him in an even better mood too.
“Go ahead in Kroger and cash those, I’ll pull the truck around, ‘kukuona kwa dakika moja’ - that’s Swahili - means see you in a minute”
Kevin is thrilled this job thing is legit, its gonna solve some problems, so he smiles back and replies “kukuona kwa dakika moja” as best he can, and apparently his accent amuses the African because he yells it back to me as he goes around the corner, so Kevin yells it back to him - they go back and forth as Kevin walks into the store, stuffing his work gloves into one of the hoodie pockets.
Kevin vaguely notice the siren getting louder, from somewhere vaguely down the hill towards downtown.
Kevin walks right up to the customer service desk and since there is no one in line, he hands the clerk the envelope with the checks in it, and vaguely noticed there is writing on the back side of the envelope, in miniscule writing and orientated upside down from where he’s standing so he can’t quite make it out.
The clerk’s smile drops as she reads the writing and hits the alarm. She shrieks “He’s got a gun!”
Things happen very quickly after that.
The Security guard by the entrance pulls out his gun and points it at Kevin.
Kevin yells “what the hell?”
The sirens are getting closer
The security guard is stammering something that Kevin can’t quite make out, and looks more nervous and scared than Kevin does. Kevin throws his hands up, and when he does the work gloves fall out of his pocket. There are several gun shots somewhere close, sounds like they are right outside the building.
The guard panics and shoots twice, one gets Kevin in the shoulder, the second goes who - knows - where. There is a lot of blood. Things get kind of gray and washed out and there is a roar in his ears - he thinks he is losing consciousness.
Some time later - minutes maybe. He is aware of being lifted onto a stretcher. His whole left side is painful as hell and he feels cold. There is blood all over his brand new boots.
There is still lots of yelling. He fades out again.
The next time he wakes up, he is obviously in a hospital room. There is still lots of yelling.
This time, it’s an angry nurse yelling at a guy in a suit. She’s telling him to get out before she calls security. He says he needs to talk to him now, and he must be awake because he is staring at us.
The nurse relents, but stands by.
“On behalf of Uniform Security I want to offer our heartfelt apology as to what happened today. We are willing to compensate you for what occurred if you sign this release immediately. We will of course cover all of the medical costs associated with your unfortunate accident, and we will pay you the sum of $20,000 today.” He shows Kevin a check made out in his name for $20,000, and shoves a clipboard onto the bed under Kevin’s good hand (the other arm is immobile in some sort of cast/ splint thing). He then shoves a pen into Kevin’s hand.
Kevin is still sedated, but realizes something big is going on. All he can ask is “what happened?”
The lawyer sighs.
“The investigation determined that at about 738 AM a male black, approx 5 foot 11 and 250 pounds bright green hoodie over blue jeans and tan work boots assaulted the cashier at a gas station approximately two blocks from the grocery store. He collected an undetermined amount of cash from the register. He then ran towards the convenience store one block east and demanded the clerk there give him the money in the register. Both incidents are on the security cameras at those stores, and both victims indicated that he had a strong foreign accent, possibly African.
Witnesses indicate that the subject then ran towards the grocery store where your unfortunate incident took place. The manager on duty there had a police scanner and having heard the police dispatched for the other incidents had warned his staff. You entered the store and matched the description perfectly, and were also yelling in a foreign language, possibly African. You handed the customer service agent two fake checks in an envelope with writing stating that you were armed and wanted all of the cash in the drawer. She became fearful for her life, and when she activated the audible alarm and yelled the security guard was startled and accidentally discharged his weapon, striking you in the shoulder.
One crucial witness saw you meet with another male your same height and general build wearing exactly the same clothing as you, who gave you the distinctive green hoodie he was wearing that you then put on. As you walked into the store, he climbed into a silver Dodge pickup, and the witness saw he had a large handgun tucked into his waistband. This witness flags down a passing officer and points to this subject. Upon seeing the policeman, the African opens fire at him, but the officer is able to shoot more accurately and remove that threat. He calls for backup, and then more backup as he hears shots from inside the grocery store.
The suspect who was shot is a known felon, and there were several emails on his cell phone to people like you in different areas of the city. It looks like he invented this “Patricia’s Labor” Craigslist scam to recruit people to take the fall for similar robberies he had planned in different areas of the city. There were several more bright green hoodies in a box on the passenger seat.”
Kevin barely digests that long explanation, and starts laughing. He laughs so hard the nurse rushes the lawyer out despite the lawyer’s sputtering protests. He laughs so hard a doctor shows up and gives him something that puts him back out.
The name on the front of the hoodie wasn’t the most common abbreviation for Patricia, but it was the most apt.
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2023.03.22 15:00 KhoaFraelich 2023 Ineos Grenadier review

2023 Ineos Grenadier review
Not only does it live up to the original Land Rover Defender brief, the Grenadier goes above and beyond but it's not perfect.

The Ineos automotive brand might be new, but what has led to the creation of the Grenadier wagon and soon, the Grenadier ute is nothing short of extraordinary.

With the absence of the Land Rover Defender in its original, tough ladder chassis form, the gap in the market for a fully capable off-road vehicle that feels at home in the city and one which you can hose the mud out of, was left to no other than British billionaire and chemical engineer, Sir Jim Ratcliffe.

The original idea was to simply buy the tooling and the manufacturing products from Land Rover and continue producing the Defender one way or another, but the British brand evidently wasn’t very keen and what was then conceived at the Grenadier pub in London almost as a ‘we can do it better ourselves any way’, became the Ineos Grenadier.

Imagine this; start with a near-unlimited budget for a passion project and hire the likes of Magna Steyr to engineer your vehicle, BMW to produce the engines, ZF to make the transmission and Bosch to supply a great deal of the other parts… then you buy a pre-existing Mercedes-Benz production facility and further invest a claimed $770 million AUD in upgrades to produce the vehicle.

That probably needs some context because if you don’t know, Magna Steyr happens to be the same company that makes a similar car, the Mercedes-Benz G-Class – or G-Wagen.

Yep, that’s right, the same company that produces what is probably the most famous SUV in the world also happened to engineer the Ineos Grenadier. Conflict of interest? Don’t tell Mercedes.

It gets better though; because having talked to the engineers who have made the project come to life, most are from the likes of Mercedes, Jaguar Land Rover, and even McLaren.

Thankfully, the Grenadier starts at $97,000 (originally $85k) and not the $400,000 on-road the G-Wagen has become, and that is perhaps what the Grenadier is here to do. It’s to provide a fully capable alternative to the ultra-expensive off-roaders that have become as much a fashion icon as anything else.

The main question isn’t about the Grenadier’s intent or its individual parts, however.

We know Magna can engineer a car, we know BMW can make great engines that work amazingly well with ZF transmissions, and we know Bosch supplies automotive parts to the absolute majority of other manufacturers.

The real question, is whether the Grenadier is a genuine alternative for the original Defender and befitting of a new model in 2023? The answer to that question is actually a resounding yes, but with some caveats that we will discuss in this review.

How much does the 2023 Ineos Grenadier cost?
As previously mentioned, the Grenadier saw a substantial price increase last year which added as much as $13,000 to the price of the Wagon and Ute.

Although Ineos has put this down to the increasing cost of materials – which is definitely a contributing factor – we also have no doubt that the increase is also driven by market dynamics of supply and demand and perhaps a repositioning of the brand itself given just how popular the original price point was with buyers.

2023 Ineos Grenadier pricing:

Utility Wagon

Base: $97,000 (up 14.8 per cent or $12,500)
Fieldmaster Edition: $107,400 (up 12.5 per cent or $11,905)
Trailmaster Edition: $108,525 (up 13.6 per cent or $13,030)
Station Wagon

Base: $98,000 (up 14.6 per cent or $12,500)
Fieldmaster Edition: $109,525 (up 13.5 per cent or $13,030)
Trailmaster Edition: $109,525 (up 13.5 per cent or $13,030)
Prices exclude on-road costs

If you were lucky enough to get in at that price, you have got yourself a bargain, but for the rest the price increase does genuinely position the vehicle in a place now that makes you really have to consider whether you can trust a first time manufacturer to produce a vehicle that costs well in excess of $100k.

While the price increase is unfortunate, options in the hardcore 4×4 market are limited considering orders for the LandCruiser 70 remain closed on the back of rampant demand unmatched by supply.

There’s also no haggling given Ineos is using an ‘agency model’ with fixed pricing. The company will control inventory and pricing, and pay dealer partners a “straight-forward commission”, much in the style of Mercedes-Benz and Honda.

Australia is a huge market for the Grenadier in terms of orders, coming in the top five, which means local market feedback and input has been well and truly taken into account. You can find a list of Ineos Grenadier retail locations here.

What is the Ineos Grenadier like on the inside?
First impressions when you get inside the Grenadier cabin are that of a modern and actually not all that austere interior. It was not what we expected and it’s fair to say we were pleasantly surprised.

The Recaro seats are comfortable in all available configurations, whether it’s cloth, vinyl or leather. We found the seating position in the front to be excellent for visibility and ease of access to the switchgear and cabin.

With the majority of off-road controls cleverly placed on the roof – inspired by aircraft cockpits – there is heaps of room in the cabin itself and it never feels overwhelming or unusable.

This is a case of what happens when a new company that has never made cars is allowed to rethink the basics. Having used the 4WD controls on the roof, the question becomes – why don’t all cars have this?

So front seat ergonomics are fantastic, but not perfect. There are a couple of issues for right-hand drive models that seem a little bizarre.

Firstly, the windscreen wiper does a terrible job of cleaning the edge of the right side of the screen. A decently sized area near the A-pillar on the right of the windscreen is basically untouched and given the wet and muddy conditions in which we drove the Grenadier in, it becomes a genuine visibility issue when turning right.

You get used to it and its likely not an issue for the absolute majority of the time you are driving, but it is nonetheless a strange thing to encounter in a modern car.

Secondly, right-hand drive vehicles are disadvantaged with the exhaust manifold of the BMW engines (diesel or petrol) both taking up an unusual amount of space in the footwell where you would usually have your footrest.

This means your left foot is sitting a fair bit higher than one would probably be used to and if you happen to use the car on a farm, with big boots, this further exaggerates the problem.

Again, we got used to this unexpected feature after a few hours of driving but as with the wiper, it’s not something you would expect from a modern car.

When quizzed, Ineos engineers told us they initially planned to change the engineering of the vehicle to address it, but it would have changed the cabin or chassis size and this wasn’t feasible.

It’s also worth mentioning that in some of the vehicles we drove, the fit and finish of the interior were not as great as we would have wished for.

From the roof control panel feeling easy to pull off to the outside door handles that jammed (we are told these will be fixed for all Australian-delivered vehicles), there is no doubt that first batch production vehicles have some room for improvement; and hopefully those improvements are passed on to the first vehicles delivered for our market.

For all the niggling issues, the interior is genuinely excellent for its intended purpose – it’s comfortable, it’s spacious and has heaps of storage.

The back seat is also a great place to be for long drives as you can easily fit two six-foot adults behind one another, given the ample leg and headroom in both rows. In saying that, while the front Recaro seats are ideal for off-roading, those sitting in the back have literally no support outside of holding on to the handle.

The 12.3-inch touchscreen display is super clear and very high resolution with wireless Apple CarPlay that works brilliantly. Ineos has outsourced the unique software and it’s on par if not better than some well-established manufacturers. You will have no issues using the infotainment system.

Without a traditional instrument cluster, though, you are forced to use the centre screen to see your speed and we did find that a little frustrating because, unlike other vehicles in which that is also the case (Tesla being the prime example), the Grenadier’s interior is vastly larger so the focal change point from the road to the screen is also more than other vehicles.

Given the Grenadier’s ‘instrument cluster’ is a tiny screen to show things like ignition light, check engine light etc, we feel it would have made a lot of sense to put a basic digital speedometer in that position.

The front and rear diff locks, plus the off-road mode and wading depth controls, are on the roof but to actually engage low range and lock the centre differential you need to use an old-school lever and, to be fair, it does look a little odd sitting next to the BMW-sourced gearstick which is super modern in design and appearance. So this is definitely a case of lots of parts being put together.

Even the steering wheel itself is interesting because, given the recirculating-ball setup, the number of wheel turns you need to do in basic manoeuvring lends itself to using a wheel that is not so circular and allows for a better understanding of the top and bottom.

The 1255L boot is huge, and the way the rear doors open allows super quick access from the left side using the smaller door, because opening the larger one on the right is not only a heavier operation (it carries the spare tyre) but also requires far more room to swing open.

What’s under the bonnet?
Ineos will offer 3.0-litre straight-six diesel and petrol options, both of which have been sourced from BMW and are codenamed B57 (diesel) and B58 (petrol).

Ineos says these engines, used across BMW’s sports cars and SUVs since 2016, have been tested in the Grenadier across 1.8 million kilometres and diverse climates. It’s not a straight fit and play, with ECU tuning taking place to better unlock torque down as low in the rev range.

The 3.0-litre twin-turbo diesel six makes 183kW of power (3250-4200rpm) and 550Nm of torque (1250-3000rpm) and is capable of moving the Grenadier from 0-100km/h in 9.9 seconds.

The 3.0-litre single-turbo petrol six makes 210kW of power (4750rpm) and 450Nm of torque (1750-4000rpm) and is capable of moving the Grenadier from 0-100km/h in 8.6 seconds.

Both engines come mated to a ZF eight-speed automatic transmission (codenamed 8HP51 for the petrol, 8HP76 for the diesel), with what Ineos calls a new “heavy duty” torque converter.

The WLTP combined-cycle fuel economy for the diesel is a rated 10.3 to 11.8 litres per 100km, while the petrol uses between 13.2L/100km and 15.3L/100km.

Both engines have stop/start, and the diesel also has a 17L AdBlue tank. The standard fuel tank with both engine options carries 90 litres.

All Grenadiers come standard with permanent four-wheel drive (4WD), with low-range accessed through a 2.5:1 Tremec two-speed transfer case. Matching the class leaders, the Grenadier will also have a 3.5-tonne braked towing capacity.

There are no other powertrains confirmed for the Grenadier for the moment, however, the brand is well advanced creating a hydrogen fuel-cell version and is also working on a new model which will be a full electric version on a smaller and all-new platform for 2026.

How does the Ineos Grenadier drive?
The Ineos Grenadier came to life to meet a very specific design and engineering brief.

The wagon and utility versions are essentially a modernised iteration of what would otherwise be considered commercial vehicles; in fact they are very much considered commercial vehicles when it comes to tax purposes.

With that in mind, it’s vital that buyers looking at the Grenadier understand this is not a cheap G-Wagen, nor is it a new-old Defender. It’s its own unique vehicle, with its own set of characteristics and traits – some of those are better and some are worse than said vehicles.

When it comes to driving, we will break this down into two parts; on-road and off-road.

From an on-road perspective, the Grenadier rode exceptionally well, even on poorly surfaced roads. There is no doubt that you can drive this vehicle in the city and it will do an excellent job of keeping you happy and comfortable.

The suspension setup and the way the vehicle behaves on sealed roads is a credit to the engineering team behind it.

The diesel engine is undoubtedly the powertrain that makes more sense to most buyers looking to tow or do long-distance rural driving, with better fuel economy and more torque.

Nonetheless, if you’re buying this and intend to do a fair bit of inner city driving and actually enjoy the driving experience, the petrol is a fantastic option – it’s faster, more responsive, sounds great and makes the Grenadier feel far more engaging and purposeful.

This tester would pick the petrol regardless of requirements just for its capacity to overtake other vehicles on the highway with significant ease.

The ZF eight-speed transmission is mated beautifully to both powertrain and frankly, given this exact setup has been used in BMW vehicles for a number of years, there is no contention around the powertrain and its ability to perform day in day out. It’s solid and reliable.

What may catch out some buyers is the recirculating-ball setup steering box, something more suited to trucks than most modern cars.

According to Ineos engineers, the reason this particular Bosch steering system was picked was due to its incredible off-road durability and capacity. In other words, it has been around and used in heavy-duty vehicles with over 1,000,000 kilometres without issue, and Ineos decided to go with that to suit the rugged character of the vehicle.

This is all well and good but for on-road driving, it’s a bit of a handful, literally. The amount of turning you need to do to make a basic manoeuvre can get a little frustrating but even just turning left or right at an intersection.

It will often see you turn, and then turn again and again until you realise you have likely done one too many rotations and turn back to correct. It’s entirely unlike a normal modern hydraulic or power steering system and more akin to driving a light truck.

You absolutely will get used to it, and by the second day it didn’t feel as cumbersome as our initial impressions, but while this may be fantastic for those that only do long-distance drives mixed in with rural roads and off-roading, it’s not ideal for those looking to drive these around inner-city environments.

The other option we wish it had was adaptive cruise control. Model-year 2024 Grenadiers will have autonomous emergency braking (AEB) but it will still not enable active cruise, which is unfortunate because this vehicle will likely do plenty of highway kilometres and it would be great to that driving stress further removed.

Overall though, the on-road driving aspect of the Ineos Grenadier is much better than we expected due to the ride comfort, power and torque delivery. The cabin is also very quiet with low levels of noise, harshness and vibrations.

Take the Ineos off-road and it goes into its true element. This is a vehicle that was designed to go off-road before it was designed to go on-road. Most car companies tend to put car reviewers on off-road courses that you can usually do in a basic medium SUV, but Ineos didn’t hold back.

An Off-Road driving mode disengages parking sensors, seatbelt reminders and start/stop, and from a regulatory standpoint we’d imagine this function is only accessible in low-range. The hill-descent control function can brake each wheel independently.

We crossed some of the most spectacular natural terrains, in the water, up and down Scottish mountains, and four-wheel drive tracks that would make hardcore enthusiasts proud. There is not much to say except that we never got stuck and the diff locks and the powertrain worked spectacularly.

It can occasionally be cumbersome to engage low-range using the manual lever (neutral to be engaged first), with some occasional crunching – which occurred even to our Ineos engineers – and as there are no sensors to detect differential locking positions (to save complexity and weight), wheel speed sensors are used which means engaging and disengaging the front and rear diffs are basically manual and require movement that highlights the differing wheel speed (like a turn).

All-terrain tyres are supplied by Bridgestone (Dueler AT 001) or BFGoodrich (AT T/A KO2) depending on spec, and Brembo disc brakes come standard. Electromechanical Eaton diff lockers front and rear are also available either as standard or an option depending on grade.

Ground clearance is 264mm, wading depth 800mm, approach angle 36.3 degrees, breakover 28.2 degrees, and departure angle 36.1 degrees. Powder-coated skid plates and a fuel-tank plate are standard.

The other great thing is that the amount of accessories expected for the Ineos (given the company has made the blueprint for the car publicly accessible to support the aftermarket) will be huge, so those looking to start with a base car and build what they need will have plenty of options.

The Ineos is an excellent compromise between on- and off-road driving as it can one pretty well and the other spectacularly. The only place in which owners may find the driving dynamics challenging is in built-up, city areas that require a lot of close manoeuvring but even then, it’s an intimidating car that will make its own way.

What do you get?
Grenadier Base highlights:

17-inch steel wheels
Full-size spare wheel
Bridgestone AT tyres
LED headlights
LED daytime running lights
LED tail lights
30/70 split rear doors
Roof protection strips and rails
Hydraulic jack and toolkit
Cruise control
Recaro cloth and vinyl seats
Tilt and telescoping wheel adjust
Climate control AC (second-row vents for five-seaters)
Heavy duty flooring with drain valves
Loadspace locker and tie-down rings
12.3-inch touchscreen display with rotary controller
Pathfinder off-road navigation system
Wireless Apple CarPlay
Wired Android Auto
Bluetooth audio and phone
Digital radio
USB and 12V sockets
Overhead control panel
Auxiliary switch panel and electrical prep (3 x 10A)
Options (Base) include:

$2875 Rough Pack: Front and rear diff locks, BFGoodrich tyres
$2875 Smooth Pack: Front parking sensors, powered and heated side mirrors, a lockable central stowage box, puddle lamps, door lighting, auxiliary charge points, Thatcham Cat. 1 immobilisealarm

17-inch steel wheels
Full-size spare wheel
Bridgestone AT tyres
LED headlights
LED daytime running lights
LED tail lights
30/70 split rear doors
Roof protection strips and rails
Hydraulic jack and toolkit
Cruise control
Recaro cloth and vinyl seats
Tilt and telescoping wheel adjust
Climate control AC (second-row vents for five-seaters)
Heavy duty flooring with drain valves
Loadspace locker and tie-down rings
12.3-inch touchscreen display with rotary controller
Pathfinder off-road navigation system
Wireless Apple CarPlay
Wired Android Auto
Bluetooth audio and phone
Digital radio
USB and 12V sockets
Overhead control panel
Auxiliary switch panel and electrical prep (3 x 10A)
Options (Base) include:

$2875 Rough Pack: Front and rear diff locks, BFGoodrich tyres
$2875 Smooth Pack: Front parking sensors, powered and heated side mirrors, a lockable central stowage box, puddle lamps, door lighting, auxiliary charge points, Thatcham Cat. 1 immobilisealarm

Solid paints

Scottish White: standard
Magic Mushroom: $900
Eldoret Blue: $900
Britannia Blue: $900
Sela Green: $900
Inky Black: $900
Metallic paints

Sterling Silver: $1230
Shale Blue: $1230
Queen’s Red: $1230
Donny Grey: $1230
Contrast ladder frames

Black: standard
Red: $1410
Grey: $1410
Contrast roof paints

Scottish White: $1690
Inky Black: $1690
Contrast Wrapped nose

Tunic Red: $1060
Emergency Orange: $1060
Contrast wrapped rear doors

Tunic Red: $1400
Emergency Orange: $1400


17-inch alloys (base and Trailmaster): $1060
18-inch steel (base and Trailmaster): $1430
18-inch alloys (base and Trailmaster): $2835
18-inch alloys (Fieldmaster): $1775
Other things

Safari windows (base and Trailmaster): $2465
Privacy glass: $670
Leather seats (base and Trailmaster): $1850
Heated seats (base and Trailmaster): $650
Floor carpet: $370
Front and rear diff locks (base and Fieldmaster): $2790
Raised air intake (base and Fieldmaster): $1100
Integrated Heavy Duty 5.5t winch: $5430
There are also a lot of accessories, some of which we have listed below, the full list is here:


Side Runners: $830
Rock Sliders: $1630
40″ Front LED Light Bar (incl. mounting brackets): $960
Checker Plate for Front Fenders: $460
Roo Bar: $1990
Roo Bar Side Protection Rails: $730
Raised Air intake Cyclone Pre-Cleaner: $420

Rubber Floor Mats: $280
Foldable Tailgate Camp Table: $440
Heavy Duty Seat Covers – Front: $490
Heavy Duty Seat Covers – Rear: $490

Roof Rack: $2530
Roof Cross-bars: $580
Utility Cargo Barrier – Half-height: $600
Full-height Loadspace Divider: $550
Loadspace Partition Net: $280
Luggage Retention Net – Floor: $90
Cargo Management System: $360
Collapsible Luggage Organiser: $110
Quick Release Tie-Down Rings (x4): $70


Removable Winch with Tow Mounting Kit (3.5 Tonnes): $4050
Heavy Duty Spade: $60
Off-Road Recovery Kit: $630
Roof add-ons

Roof Mounted Bike Carrier: $460
Roof Mounted Ski/Snowboard Carrier: $310
Surfboard Carrier for Roof Rack: $160
Roof Kayak Mount, J-style: $330
Roof Kayak Mount, Saddles: $280
Roof Mounted Adjustable Load Holder: $110
Roof Mounted Cargo Box: $790
Vehicle Integrated Side Awning: $970
Spare Tyre Carrier for Roof Rack: $170
Jerry Can Mount for Roof Rack: $190
Hi-Lift Jack Mounting Bracket for Roof Rack: $160
Roof Mounted Axe and Shovel Bracket: $160
Sand Ladder Flat Mounting Brackets: $220
Sand Ladder Side Mounting Brackets: $160
Spot Light Bracket: $150
Gas Bottle Holder for Roof Rack: $190
Load Mounting Brackets for Roof Rack: $180
Roof Tie-down Rings: $100
Folding Aerial Mount: $160
Lockdown Security Cable: $60
Cargo Load Straps: $30
RotopaX Mounting Bracket: $20
Is the Ineos Grenadier safe?
There is no official crash test data from any resting authority for the Grenadier and there is every chance there never will be, given the position of this vehicle as commercial rather than passenger.

Standard safety features include:

Front, side and curtain airbags
ESP with trailer-sway control
Tyre pressure monitor
Reversing camera and sensors
ISOFIX and top tethers (five-seat versions)
There’s no mention of driver-assist active safety features such as autonomous emergency braking or lane-keeping aids, meaning a five-star NCAP or ANCAP rating looks impossible.

How much does the Ineos Grenadier cost to run?
The Ineos Grenadier is covered by a five-year, unlimited-kilometre warranty with five years of roadside assist.

Servicing intervals are recommended at 12 months for normal usage or six-month servicing “for continuous use in tough environments”.

As well as servicing Grenadiers at its retail centres, Ineos has cut a global deal with Bosch Car Service centres to cater to more remote operators. “Flying Spanner” techs based in the Australian HQ are also said to be available, if the service network needs help.

For owners who want to carry out work on their Grenadier themselves, Ineos is taking a novel approach by providing online 3D interactive manuals with support from the technical team at HQ a call or a click away.

“The vehicle has been deliberately designed and engineered to be easy to work on inside and out,” the company claims. It bills its “open source” approach, without trying to “ring-fence” buyers into its own ecosystem, as a point-of-difference for enthusiasts.

It’s not yet clear what conditions will be placed on DIY owners, from a warranty perspective.

CarExpert’s Take
There is a lot to love about the Ineos Grenadier.

It started life as nothing but an idea at a pub between friends, and ended up bringing together an enormous amount of knowledge from some of the best engineers in the world and huge amounts of investment to create an ultra-modern, rugged vehicle that is just as suited to the farm and rural areas as it is for a drive from Sydney to Melbourne.

The Grenadier is an excellent adventure vehicle and those looking to get out of the city, camp and enjoy a more outdoor lifestyle will also benefit massively from the number of accessories available for the vehicle.

The only asterisks for us are the niggling initial production quality issues that we are very hopeful will be solved before local cars arrive, and a steering system which will take some buyers a bit of getting used to.
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2023.03.22 04:01 TheManwithaNoPlan The Rogue Chronicles: A Nature of Predators Story (Ch. 13)

Thanks to u/SpacePaladin15 for the universe!
I'm deeply appreciative of u/Acceptable_Egg5560 for their help with editing!
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Chapter 13: Bohemian
Memory transcription subject: Vekna, Venlil Investigative Journalist
Date [standardized human time]: December 7th, 07:24, 2136
It’s a longer drive to the hangars than it was to the museum, mainly because of the “airfield’s” elevated position. From what I understood, this was to make it easier for show pilots to gain speed for their stunts. For us, however, it serves only as a hindrance for our Jeep to overcome. Jeep, Jeep. Such a funny word. That’s what Chase calls his car. Well, technically, it’s the company that made his car. He explained that the name was derived from that of an ancient car that was used at the same time as those Tiger tanks. It even had a gas motor! Well, to be fair, most vehicles at that time did, but after growing up surrounded by fusion-electric engines and plasma thrusters, it was still breaking new ground for my engineering side.
I’m still brimming with excitement as we finally make it up to the airfield. I look out the window as it enters my line of vision. I’m sorely let down. Standing opposed to the grand spaceports of Venlil Prime, this place consists of a row of metal, semi-circular structures lining the side of a long, wide strip of concrete. How plain… The data dump had said that most terran vehicles before 2047 didn’t have VTOL capabilities, so a long run of space to build sideways speed was necessary for their flight. Function before form, I guess. Can’t complain about that.
As we drive by the structures, I spot letters and numbers above the wide doors on each one. I assume they correspond to the planes inside, as I recognize a few of them. PBY-5, BF-109, YAK-15, and a few more that I didn’t care to read pass us by as we make our way down the strip of tarmac. Translators always did struggle with such naming conventions, but I’ve gotten used to it by now. Still, too many can give you a terrible headache. The one we come to a stop in front of, though, has a simple designation upon it; F-14. I tilt my head slightly. I don’t recall ever seeing an “F-14” on display, and if Chase had a model of it, it wasn’t one that I was allowed to touch. As we disembark from our trusty land vehicle, I have no idea what to expect. That’s the most exciting part!
As we approach a side door, Chase gives me a bit of history regarding this F-14. “This bad boy was pulled from active service after an air confrontation in the 1970s.” Chase began commenting, taking the familiar tone of museum guides the galaxy over. “The Pilot lived, his copilot didn’t, and it was inactive for the rest of the Cold War. Eventually, it got abandoned in a scrapyard for a century or so as part of the usual retirement of such craft. When the previous staff found her, she was apparently in pretty bad shape, but they managed to fix her up and get her airworthy again. She flew shows for the museum for about 20 years until the F-22s and F-45s were up and ready to go. Then it was back to the scrap heap for her. Or at least, that's what was supposed to happen.” Chase winks at me, a human gesture meant to convey slyness or deception. Any other Venlil would have been horrified by that, but it goes without saying I’m not any other Venlil.
“I came across her a month or so after they sold her off and got pennies on the dollar!” My translator didn’t even attempt to make the currency conversion. “I’ve been keeping it here ever since. It’s in much better condition than at the scrapyard, and I intend to keep that way. I’ve made it my personal pet project to keep her ready to fly at a moment’s notice, but I haven’t had the chance to for a while. But we have time now! You wanna see?”
I don’t even need to talk to answer, my tail doing all the work for me. I’m going to get a personal air show, of course I want to see! I can barely contain my excitement as we approach the access door. We soon reach it, Chase opening it slowly so as not to break the frostbitten hinges. It’s pitch black inside, with only the silhouette of a landing gear visible thanks to the limited morning light. It’s only when Chase flicks on the lights that I’m truly floored. In front of me stands a massive aircraft, sleek in design and wide in stature. The wings of the vehicle stretched for what must be tens of meters, with two massive jet turbine engines in the rear of the plane. Even its very aesthetic is almost predatory in nature, its elongated nose and thin physique almost reminding me of a Krakotl. It's primitive but… brahk it, it’s beautiful! From what I can see, there are two seats in the cockpit, a thought forming in the back of my mind at that sight. Reason tells me otherwise, but…what if I got to fly in this thing? I’m brought out of my mind by the loud thunk and the sound of liquid flowing. I look over to see Chase connecting the plane to a large metal tank. Ah, that must be the fuel.
“Fueling it up, Chase?”
“Yeah, what else? We can’t fly on an empty tank, after all!”
…We?! I nearly pass out as I realize my wildest hopes Are coming true. I was going to get to fly in this thing!! It’s honestly hard to remember what happened between then and now as I’m being helped into the rearmost seat by Chase. Something about safety checks, I think? Who cares?! I’M GOING TO FLY!! As I’m being strapped in, I notice something. There are a sphekload of gauges, switches and buttons back here! I assumed they all had a purpose, but I remember Chase telling me that I wouldn’t need to press them at some point. Thank the Herd, my translator is killing itself trying to translate all this! One thing I would have to just deal with is the seat not being built for someone with a tail, but that’s not too big a deal. If I’m remembering my physics correctly, most of the g-forces would be directed downwards, and given Venlilian skeletal structure, I should be a-okay. Our only weak points are our knees!
Eventually, Chase disconnects the fueling line once we have enough and he climbs into the cockpit, a special helmet on his head. I’m also wearing a similar helmet with a small microphone extended close to my snout. I have to keep my ears pressed against my head for it to fit, but an ear piece allows us to communicate freely. Chase opens the humongous hangar door with a remote, the entire front section of the massive building parting to admit us into the cool, Canadian air. Chase toggles something up front, as I soon hear the combustion-powered jet engines whine to life. It sounds almost like a malfunctioning fusion engine, but Chase assures me that sound is normal. Did we say that? I can’t tell over the whining! Suddenly, I see something I didn’t even know this plane could do. The wings of the aircraft pull back like a bird before we start to taxi out to the start of the runway. The automated air traffic control system verbally informs us that we’re clear to go, with a set flight range for him to fly about within.
He extends the wings back out as he looks back at me. “Ready to have some fun, Vekna?”
OH BRAHK YES!!! I can’t help but give an excited bleat as my heart races in my chest. I’m glad that it’s from excitement this time, though Chase has given me my own inhaler in case a shortlung attack happens during the flight. I give a thumbs-up, another human gesture, as Chase grabs the throttle and pushes it all the way forward. I’m quickly pressed into the back of my seat as we quickly accelerate up to flight speed. Okay, forgot about forward momentum! Readjusting tail! I can hear the usually whiny engines roaring through my headset, making it clear as to why I was given it in the first place despite my head shape. It only takes a few seconds before I feel the vehicle lifting up, the ground receding from view below us as I feel the landing gear pull in. This is incredible! I’m flying! I’M FLYING!!! I can see the peaks of snowy mountains all around us as we fly higher and higher. I can’t help but giddily giggle at the thrill of this flight.
Hearing my excited chittering, it seems Chase gets an idea. “You like that, eh? Try this on for size!”
The entire planet then rolls along our plane’s central axis, and before I know it, the ground is above me. It’s a surreal sight, but before I can process it fully, I feel myself getting pushed down into my seat once again as we pitch down into a canyon. Flying! In the air! Look at the ground speed past! I scream in joy a little as Chase masterfully maneuvers the aircraft so low to the ground I can practically lick the snow! I was flying myself above the chasm! How can I even describe these feelings? These wonderful feelings that I would like to feel forever! They’re too great for words to possibly do justice! Listen to yourself ramble! You’re flying!!!
We continue doing tricks for an incredible while longer until we hear an alert in the cockpit. Chase looks over to the blinking red light, presses a button, and after a moment both sound and sight stop. He then says words that I never want to hear again. “Alright, looks like we’re low on fuel. I only filled her up enough for a short flight, anyways. Let’s get down and give this old bird a rest, eh?”
I don’t want to. I want to stay up here and keep flying where the realities of my existence can’t touch me! Where I am free from the bounds of the world! But, tragically, I’m not in control. I can only watch as we slow our airspeed, adjust our heading, and come in for a gentle landing. The gears screech in protest underneath us as they decelerate the plane to a stop, bringing an end to the best moment of my life. It felt like the best kind of forever, but was …already over. We taxi back into the hangar, coming to a stop as Chase powers down the plane. It takes a while to go through the shutdown process, and I remain in the cockpit for most of it. Anything to allow me to replay the flight in my mind as many times as I can. Eventually, though, that too came to an end as Chase moved the ladder to retrieve me. I hold out my arms as he unbuckles me and lifts me out of the seat, removing my helmet lastly.
“So, how did you like all that, Vekna?”
I don’t have the words to express my enjoyment. I was in the air, away from all my problems and with one of the few people to have treated me like an actual person. I’m unfortunately reminded of my strife by this happy thought, and I come down from my flying high enough to respond.
“Y-Yeah, it was great! Can we do that again soon??”
He laughs as we sit on a bench in the hangar. I lean against him as he wipes the sweat from his brow from having cleaned and prepared the F-14 for another stint of inactivity.
“Sure, but how about we try another plane next time, yeah?”
Next time! I’m about to affirm when a loud alert sounds from Chase’s pad. He mutters something under his breath and checks what it is. Curiously, I look too. There’s a small, top-down silhouette of the airstrip in the middle with rings coming off of it. A ways away, a red dot is shown approaching. Unlike some of the other aircraft, each with their own designations above them, this one is unmarked. It isn’t heading towards us, but it is going in the direction of Vancouver. I don’t see anything particularly wrong with that, but Chase is a different story altogether. He says something about poop under his breath as he hastily stands and starts donning his winter gear once again. I’m left confused on the bench at Chase’s concern.
“Chase? What’s wrong? Why did that alert sound?”
He looks over at me as he’s getting dressed. His eyes are dilated far past their usual. Whatever he knows must be really scaring him. What does that mean for me? “No transponder. I know what that means all too well. Black Ops”
Oh, that’s what that means for me. Speh.
Memory transcription subject: Elijah Morrisson, UN Pilot Ace
Date [standardized human time]: December 7th, 05:00, 2136
I stand outside on the pad as I wait for the two bucketheads General Meiers assigned to this mission to arrive. I had already gotten the shuttle prepped for flight an hour ago, its Venlil-tech fusion engines purring like a contented cat. Though how a fusion engine can purr, I can’t begin to speculate. They didn’t have the most thrust, and were very civilian oriented, but I had to admit their lack of sound was useful for practical concealment, far outperforming the quietest craft we had that weren’t helicopters. It was a far departure from the F-55 I flew in the Satelite Wars, but that’s by design. I kind of missed that old bird. I bet I could probably kick a rookie pilot’s ass in one if I were given the chance. They think they’re all hotshots in their F/A-72s, pah! What was I going to do again? Oh, yeah, bitch about those good-for-nothing NCOs. I look at my watch, seeing that it’s already 05:02. Where are they? As soon as I think that, I see the door to the pad’s gantryway open, flashing me with the blinding white fluorescent light from the airlock. There they are! About damn time! I wave the pair down as they approach at a steady pace, careful not to slip on the ice coating the catwalk.
“Glad y’all could finally join me. Any longer and the general’d have us court-martialed!”
I receive a couple of groans from the two as they lug their bug-out bags into the cargo storage area. “Yeah, you try packing up all your shit without anyone noticing you’re going! We couldn’t even say we’re transferring even if we were asked! That secrecy takes a while.”
“I did. That ain’t no excuse for tardiness, Anderson. And what about you, Xhen? What took you so long?”
He stands quiet for a moment, looking between me and the backside of Anderson as he struggles to get his oversized bag to fit in the cramped personal cargo compartments. He soon succeeds, patting the compressed luggage pridefully before turning back to me.
“Waiting for Lieutenant Anderson, sir!”
I can’t help but laugh at that, earning me a scornful look from the now-standing lieutenant.
Ah hah. Ah hah hah. Let’s just get going before we’re caught and tried for treason or some other trumped-up charge.”
Xhen and I both salute our current commanding officer as we load into the shuttle. Thankfully, there are four seats up front. Anderson taking the co-pilot position and Xhen taking the co-pilot-passenger position behind him. We strap in, and I ready the shuttle for flight. Unlike the fighters I was used to flying pre-contact, this shuttle did almost everything for me including flying the damn thing, and I could still make it do that, too! Once we were firmly in the air, I could set autopilot and comfortably do whatever while in route. Those Venlil pilots must be some spoiled sons-of-bitches. After making sure everybody is strapped in, I activate the VTOL functionality as we quickly rise above the treeline.
The two boots gripped their seats in fear. Heh, I forgot that they didn’t have their sky-legs yet! Well, who was I to deny them their first proper Morrisson flight experience? I shove the throttle forward and switch to frontal propulsion. The shuttle lurches forward, quickly surpassing the sound barrier with a passing boom. Once we’re supercruising, I slip the shuttle into autopilot and lean back, the other two still scared stiff from our departure. Calm down you babies, I hope that once we arrive, we won’t have to stay for long. I wanna be home in time for Christmas, dammit! But…I can’t cover up my grievances with jokes forever. Besides, I might Jinx it if I say it aloud.
“Some warning next time would be nice, Morrison!” I hear Anderson sputter next to me.
I just chuckle a little and turn my flight seat towards him. “I thought you had flight experience too, Lieutenant! What, can’t handle a little jolt?”
“That was more than a little jolt, Morrisson! If you’re going to keep flying like a crackhead, I’m going to take those controls from you and fly us all there myself!”
I chuckle at that as I prepare one of my signature Air Force quips. “Good luck with that! You can barely find your own flight stick!” At that, he gives me a side eye that could level mountains. Mountains, maybe, but not me.
“You’re lucky we’re stuck in this suicide squad together, or I’d have you dishonorably discharged for that.” Xhen snickers behind him. “I’m not- you know what? Screw you guys. I’m going to go to the back and finish my night’s rest.” He then unbuckles himself from his seat and makes his way to the back of the shuttle. I watch to see if Xhen will follow suit, and sure enough, he also yawns.
I sigh, deciding that he needs his rest too. “You sleepy, private?”
He snaps to attention, though there’s a noticeable lag to his actions. “No sir! Just recovering from the unexpected awa-”
“Just go. Only two people are required in the cockpit at all times. With how advanced this computer is, I’d count it as one. You’re dismissed.”
Xhen blinks at me in confusion. “So…I can go to sleep?”
Oh for God’s sake, these privates. “I said dismissed!”
I turn back around to face forward, hearing Xen hurriedly march into the back of the shuttle behind me. Which leaves me alone. Again... With nothing to do but wait, my mind turns to Vekna. I don’t know why she ran, and I don’t know where she went. If Beech has her, I’m going to do what I should’ve done years ago. I’m going to complete my mission, I’m going to get some answers, and I’m going to find that damn Venlil, whether she wants me to or not. I’m coming, Vekna, and hell nor high water's gona fuckin’ stop me.
… Oh Lord, when did I get so dramatic?
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It's been a while since one of these footers, hasn't it? Well, that's because there's some news to share! If you followed this story in the MCP, you'd know that this is where it previously ended. But no more! In the works are two extra chapters for you all on Reddit, along with an exciting announcement or two under the last chapter! I won't spoil anything now, but I'd just like to say that I'm incredibly excited for the future of the Rouge Chronicles and the NOPCU as a whole! Thank you all for reading, and I look forward to sharing the next chapter as soon as it's complete!
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2023.03.22 02:10 logdogh [H] Lots of Humble Bundle games. Between 2021 and now: Fallout 76, Borderlands 3, others below. [W] Dead Cells and DLC, Blizzard gift cards

Here are the games I have:
February 2023
Fallout 76 + Fallout 1
Thronebreaker: The Witcher Tales
Shady Part of Me
Fobia - St. Dinfna Hotel
Five Dates
December 2022
Wasteland 3
First Class Trouble
Where the Water Tastes Like Wine
Blade Assault
Super Magbot
November 2022
Kingdoms of Amalur: Re-Reckoning - Fate Edition
Shadow Tactics: Aiko's Choice
Eldest Souls
Raji: An Ancient Epic
Morbid: The Seven Acolytes
October 2022
Monster Train (First Class - Collectors Edition)
The Dark Pictures Anthology: Little Hope
Disciples: Liberation
Maid of Sker
Epic Chef
Railroad Corporation
Golf Gang
September 2022
Just Cause 4: Complete Edition
The Dungeon of Naheulbeuk: The Amulet of Chaos
Forgive Me Father
Crown Trick
Shapez + Puzzle DLC
Highsidin Hyphy Edition
August 2022
Hot Wheels Unleashed
A Plague Tale: Innocent
Gas Station Simulator
In Sound Mind
Mind Scanners
Emily Is Away <3
July 2022
Necromunda: Hired Gun
Legion TD 2
Legend Of Keepers
Lawn Mowing Simulator
Banners of Ruin
Yes, Your Grace
Atom RPG Trudograd
June 2022
Star Wars Squadrons
Phoenix Point: Year One Edition
Call of the Sea
Pumpkin Jack
Siege Survival: Gloria Victis
I Am Fish
Superhot: Mind Control Delete
May 2022
Planet Zoo
Spongebob Squarepants: Battle for Bikini Bottom - Rehydrated
Command & Conquer Remastered Collection
Spellcaster University
Surviving the Aftermath
If Found
Genesis Noir
April 2022
Destroy All Humans!
Monster Sanctuary
Rogue Heroes: Ruins of Tasos
Chicken Police
Naruto to Boruto: Shinobi Striker
March 2022
Desperados III
Nickelodeon All-Star Brawl
The Dark Pictures Anthology: Man Of Medan
Red Solstice 2: Survivors
Police Stories
Evan's Remains
February 2022
Borderlands 3
Borderlands 3: Director's Cut
Black Book
Per Aspera
Just Die Already
Before We Leave
Paradise Lost
January 2022
Mafia: Definitive Edition
Iron Harvest
Project Winter
Rebel Cops
The Henry Stickmin Collection
Farmer's Dynasty
Between the Stars
Midnight Protocol
Project Winter Soundtrack
May 2021
Metro Exodus
Darksiders Genesis
Cook, Serve, Delicious! 3
Fury Unleashed
Size Matters
Family Man
Summertime Madness
April 2021
Sniper Ghost Warriar Contracts
Main Assembly
Rock of Ages 3: Make & Break
Remothered: Broken Porcelain
In Other Waters
Aven Colony
Simulacra + Simulacra 2
Colt Canyon
Popup Dungeon
March 2021
Control Standard Edition
XCOM: Chimera Squad
Kingdom Two Crowns
WWE 2K Battlegrounds
Hotshot Racing
Peaky Blinders: Mastermind
Cyber Hook
Boreal Blade
Ruin Raders - Unknown Menace
February 2021
Valkyria Chronicles 4 Complete Edition
Endless Space 2 - Digital Deluxe Edition
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2023.03.21 21:23 throwawaylurker012 Everything Everywhere All At Once: The Citadel Big 3 and how Citadel’s sphere of influence has its fingers stuck not just in the stock market, but the municipal/bond market and sovereign debt/sovereign debt credit default swaps to dangerous degree

Everything Everywhere All At Once: The Citadel Big 3 and how Citadel’s sphere of influence has its fingers stuck not just in the stock market, but the municipal/bond market and sovereign debt/sovereign debt credit default swaps to dangerous degree
TL;DR: Citadel doesn't just have a major outsized influence in the US stock market via its market making firm/hedge fund, but also a major indirect influence via Headlands (biggest municipal bond trading firm made of 3 ex-Citadel employees), and direct influence on sovereign debt (can decide when sovereign credit default swaps pay out) with its seat on the CDDC (Credit Derivatives Determinations Committee).


Hi y’all. Been some while since have been able to post regularly here, so I’m returning alongside my recent post on FHLB with a bit of a “DD". Partial rush job, so all errors are mine and mine alone (obviously)

0. Sphere of Influence

Over the past 84 years (/s), you lovely apes at Superstonk have been able to fish out many of the finer points of corruption crystallized into pure, unadulterated financial terrorism and financial terrorist-level crime undertaken by Steve Cohen (Point 72), Jeff Yass (Susquehanna), Doug Cifu & Vincent Viola (Virtu), as well as Wolverine Trading, Jane Street, TwoSigma, and more. But, of course, much of it has centered on our Mayo-artist-in-residence and his firm, that of none other but Ken Griffin and Citadel.
One of the biggest finds that has come to light has been the complete and utter bullshit of having (1) a hedge fund and (2) owning a market making firm that most DEFINITELY does not use that non-public information to its benefit? I mean, it would be easy for us to check except that we need 5 swipes to even access that level of inner sanctum at Citadel, which–per DLauer’s words–is more than the fucking Pentagon.

But despite Ken Griffin’s reach into every aspect of the most influential stock market in the world, that is not his ONLY level of his sphere of influence. For we, dear apes, can step back and revisit this idea that Citadel’s power duo (its market making firm and hedge fund) is more like a single part of a Big 3.

1. Meet the Big 3

Citadel’s sphere of influence includes not JUST (1) the stock market business, but directly or indirectly, the (2) U.S. municipal and bond markets, plus (3) the sovereign debt/sovereign debt credit default swap markets.

Yes, you heard that right. Citadel not only has some sufficient level of influence to tank your favorite stock–and, in turn–retirement fund, but can also effectively drive your city into the fucking ground, or even your country.

I’ve written about each of these at length, and wanted to revisit some pieces in the wake of our recent dick twitchings of the coming financial crash.

2. Meet the Municipal Bond Market

Citadel has an indirect grip tickling the taint of the municipal bond market, believe it or not. I first wrote about the municipal bond market here (“Headlands: How ex-Mayo mercenaries copy pasted Citadel’s model in the muni bond market”): https://www.reddit.com/Superstonk/comments/sy6ubj/headlands_how_exmayo_mercenaries_copy_pasted/. For those unfamiliar with municipal bonds, I’ll reiterate what they are and why many push them as a safe investment in most times (with some caution being thrown intermittently due to the collapse of regional banks like FRC and Silicon Valley Bank):


“Municipal bonds (or "munis" for short) help towns/cities raise money for projects like building schools, parks, and fixing highways. Many retail investors--admittedly, on the wealthier side--invest in munis for tax incentives like not paying federal tax on bond returns. In certain cases, certain muni buys also mean no state taxes are paid…Just like what had happened to stocks, the old-school market for buying and selling muni bonds is going electronic. This is mainly done through an ATS, or "alternative trading system" known also as a dark pool. This speeds up the process of buying and selling munis, making it closer to a "house auction".
In the wake of the SVB (Silicon Valley Bank), there have already been rumblings of its effect on the municipal bond market (Bloomberg “Bank Woes Create Bond Bargain in Obscure Corner of Muni Market”):

“Investor concerns over the crises within the financial industry are bleeding into a corner of the $4 trillion municipal-bond market where major investment banks guarantee energy for public utilities….
Spreads have widened on so-called prepaid gas bonds, which government agencies use to purchase long-term supplies of natural gas. Large institutional banks act as facilitators of the transactions, guaranteeing the supply and providing investors tax-exempt exposure to bank credit….

3. San Jose, Revisited

That part about “large institutional banks” acting as facilitators of the transactions is what we saw in part in this post by [redacted].

A commenter spoke about this, and how it wasn’t Wells Fargo in doo doo but the city of San Jose.

“I believe in theses cases it’s not Wells Fargo that has a problem but the city of San José.

„Because presentments are currently processed automatically at DTC, IPAs have the option to refuse to pay (“RTP”) for maturing MMI Obligations to protect against the possibility that an IPA may not be able to fund settlement because it has not received funds from the relevant issuer. „ -> Wells Fargo didn’t receive the money from San José city.
Wells Fargo acts as an issuing agent for the city - the city transfers assets to the trustee and the trustee securitizes the assets and offers the money market securities to investors. The assets generate money (for example a sports arena that was build) and that money goes through the city of San José to the trustee who is managed by Wells Fargo.

Wells Fargo has no liability or influence on the money that comes from the city and is distributed to the investors. If the money doesn’t come or isn’t sufficient, the assets are sold or liquidated and used to pay investors.
Anyway: Wells Fargo acts on behalf of the city and is not responsible they just handle securitization but don’t have any influence on payments or failure/default.”

In this case, we might be seeing one of the first of MANY issues of cities up shit’s creek over this.

4. The Municipal Bond Market Time Bomb

The size of the municipal market is A SHIT TON BIGGER than the corporate bond market, which will already show even more signs of being turbo fucked due to borrowing at low interest rates for years. Here’s the size of the municipal bond market for scale, sans banana:

Unfortunately, just like retirement funds, many muni investors are “buy and hold”: they buy a muni expecting a safe, long-term return with no federal income tax and then, welp, shit hits the fan. The market is heavily illiquid too, meaning if shit needs to move, then you might be fucked. Only about 1% of municipal securities trade any given day, in auctions that often take HOURS:

“Now, the primary method of trading on this doesn't look like the New York Stock Exchange or like Nasdaq. It looks like an auction. It takes about 4 hours. An auction is initiated. Participants who come in can bid on this, and it is a competitive auction that yields a very good price.”

Now to my understanding you can’t short these bonds, but the long time frame means its hard to sell these illiquid assets. Not only that, THERE IS NO NATIONAL NBBO (National Best Bid Offer)...you’re flying blind while this shit happens.

Now if you’re wondering what magnanimous souls are helping municipal bonds be sold or fixed in a timely manner for cities like San Jose, well have I got news for you.

5. Meet Headlands, U.S. Municipal/Bond Market Making Firm…Run by 3 Ex-Citadel Employees

Two months after the sneeze (March 2021), TD Ameritrade bought municipal bond market maker Headlands. Yes, that’s right…an electronic market maker just like Citadel, this time for bonds for cities and towns vs. stocks. Now let’s check the fine fellows that run this:

  • Jason Lehman: Citadel Investment Group, began/ran their global options market making, dipped his dick in Japanese convertible bonds, and managed “Private Investments”
  • Neil Fitzpatrick: Citadel Execution Services COO (Citadel Investment affiliate), ran equities/options. Ex-Knight Capital Group, did Citadel’s OTC and equity shit. Direct Edge board of directors.
  • Matthew Andresen, co-CEO Citadel Derivatives (Citadel Investment affiliate). Previously served on board of directors/committees in the past from International Securities Exchange, Direct Edge, CFTC, Lava Trading (Citi’s electronic trading unit that made LavaFlow)

Of note, Matthew Andresen founded Island, one of the 1st dark pools EVER and 2nd only to “Instinet” (who also got an even bigger wave of funds during the sneeze, info courtesy of Ringing Bells) and was featured heavily in the Scott Patterson book “Dark Pools”.

Ol Matty told us that Headlands is completely automated, and where some muni traders make 75-100 muni bond sales a day (sometimes over the phone), Headlands currently bids on 10,000+ bond auctions a day with its algo. Matty Boi even said if that number ever 10x’d “we wouldn’t notice.” Even more sus, Headlands has been growing its own “holdings” of muni bonds on its books.

6. In Bros We Trust

So remember, this branch of 3 ex-Citadel bros is front and center to the issues already rearing their head. In my previous post, these were just SOME of the already teetering municipal bond issues:

  • Some might have history befall them again: last time the market crashed, Michael Burry’s California went spiraling down to BBB rated for many municipal bonds. California is a special muni case where it generally does well when times are good; much of their revenue is tied to personal income taxes. But when shit goes tits up, it goes tits up.
  • Major projects have tons of debt piling up due to the [March 2020 crash] New Jersey built a giant ass mall–I kid you not--called “The American Dream” over 10+ years that has no sales receipts to cover it in part due to the dropoff in retail buying. As of 2 weeks ago, the mall only had like less than $1000 in the bank to pay off muni debt (“Developer Triple Five Group also sold US$800 million of muni-debt backed by payments they agreed to make to bondholders instead of paying property taxes”)...

  • NYC’s MTA has been getting reamed by both ends. One of the biggest shitstains on its books is that it took out a shit ton of municipal debt and opted to sell $3 billion in bonds to the Fed’s muni lending program to stay afloat
And this issues extends way beyond the U.S.' 50 states...it even affects our territories too.

7. Hurricane

What began this rabbit hole was the one and only welp 0 0 7, who caught wind of some fuckery in the municipal bond market:


In the post, he mentioned how "American Thinker" 's Joseph Lawler mentioned the SEC has been giving fucking STIFF Heismans nonstop (or per [redacted] the ol' Dustin Martin "don't argues" for you Aussie apes!) on FOIA requests (Freedom of Information Act) related to the municipal bond default in Puerto Rico, the BIGGEST bond default in America's history EVER.
It went all the way the way up to a federal court in California where the SEC said "we don't know what you're talking about" when others found they have fucking 2800 pages of documents on it and nearly 270,000(!) emails referencing it referencing a billion dollar Ponzi scheme on the level of fucking Bernie Madoff.
Big banks (Citi, Wells Fargo, BoFa) had their scheme collapse in 2016, potentially bribed senators to kill investigations into it by the DOJ and now the SEC is caught in yet ANOTHER 2 lawsuits saying they fucking aided and abetted this shit.

You see, because this level of municipal bond includes fuckery includes not just cities and towns, but U.S. TERRITORIES. In my post about Hurricane Maria’s effect on Puerto Rico, I talked about how UBS and others loaded up Puerto Rico with debt because of what’s called a “Treasury Put” guarantee that was even called “an exit strategy” for banks (“They describe the "treasury put" as "...the implicit guarantee -- as perceived by investors -- from a government agency to provide support in the event of financial distress by the issuer of Puerto Rican bonds."”).
Puerto Rico’s default was the largest in US history, EVER. And all this the same while guess who was holding the bag? Let’s see what W S O P tells us:

“The reality is that a large percentage of Puerto Rico’s debt is held in tax-free municipal bonds and municipal bond mutual funds, owned not by Wall Street banks or tycoons, but by mom and pop investors seeking tax-free income.”

So once again, whether its retirement funds or municipal bonds, its retail caught holding the bag. And this hasn't changed for years. We’ve seen similar fuckery with bonds for NYC in the 70s, and more recently in the 00s for Detroit.

One astute wrinkle by the name of [redacted] posted this on that original post trying to dig into how it could all be related:

…how the MMLF fund that expanded money/credit to towns/cities started including commercial paper…but also leveraged near the 15 to 1 ratio perhaps under the Net Capital Requirement limit:
[redacted said]: "$500B at 14:1 Leverage? If I'm making the right connection between the flavor of asset, that's just under the 15x Net Capital Requirement limit. Is this all the Fed had/could afford? Or is this all they needed at the time?

8. Don't Bet Against America...Says the Banks and Hedge Funds That Already Did

Commercial Paper? Municipals related? Now where does that sound familiar? Ah, yes…the city of San Jose got its call-out by Wells Fargo over COMMERCIAL PAPER. This comes as the push for ppl into municipal bond markets continues, trying to sell it as a “safe haven” to retail investors. Vanguard just recently launched its first ETF–surprise, its first US-listed ETF in 2 years– for municipal bonds (selling point: “hey everyone it’s tax-exempt! Give us money plz!”) for example:


Many of us can see all of it for what it is. Bullshit. In the wake of the SVB collapse, there is still a strong push that these regional banks–many of which lend to municipalities–will be fine. This “safe haven” theory continues, even as articles try to have them appeal abroad (such as a few days ago, “ ESG Factors of Munis May Attract Non-US Investors” “https://www.marketsmedia.com/esg-factors-of-munis-may-attract-non-us-investors/”)
Even further, one last find is that . I mean it’s not like credit default swaps can be taken on cities and towns in theory right?

FWIW also I found an interesting research paper talking about hedge funds buying up credit default swaps, and how they could potentially bankrupt towns/municipalities through some of these moves if they wanted: https://openyls.law.yale.edu/bitstream/handle/20.500.13051/8264/MingJieWangCreditDefaultS.pdf?sequence=2
"Another potential concern is that even in a market that is generally liquid, the market for individual single-name [Credit default swap]s may be quite small, which could allow a single bad actor (a hedge fund, for example) to force a municipality into default..."


This is all while we have 3 ex-Citadel heads in charge of just how the municipal bond market moves, like that of San Jose.
So is this where Citadel’s reach stops? Clearly, no. It doesn’t stop at the US border, just like how Mayo Force One doesn’t.

10. ELI5: What’s a Soverign Credit Default Swap?

That’s right, mofos. You read that sub-header right. In case you’re wondering, not only can you take out credit default swaps on a failing Swiss bank like CS, but you can do so ON ENTIRE FUCKING COUNTRIES.
In one of my old posts “Sovereign Debts & Ransom Notes: Pt. 1 The Importance of Being Non-Linearly Destabilized through Sovereign Credit Default Swaps”
(“https://www.reddit.com/Superstonk/comments/t35rdi/sovereign_debts_ransom_notes_pt_1_the_importance/”), I talked a little more about the insanity of these things even existing.

Sovereign credit default swaps exist. Long story short: sovereign credit default swaps are insurance policies that if a country defaults (usually on its debt)then you get paid! Like many other shit that we’ve seen in the GME saga, they are a form of financial derivative (a bet that something goes up, a bet that something goes down) on an underlying (the thing you’re betting on)....They can be used to insure government debt for a country in case that country is unable to pay its debt, for example. However, just like other instruments, naked sovereign credit default swaps also exist.

Naked sovereign credit default swaps are used to bet that a country or a country's debt will fail without you owning that country's debt. In part, they were destabilising during the Euro-crisis immediately after the 2008 financial crash. Greece was one of the countries that got naked shorted in 2008. In fact, the country got shorted so bad they were worried about fucking SHORT SQUEEZES on Greek debt and the sovereign CDSs!
In 2012, the EU put a ban on naked sovereign credit default swaps. However, workarounds include the fact that a country can effectively change its mind on it within 24 hours and all the regulatory agency can do is offer an opinion.

There were a tons of perhaps “we will see soon” if relevant additional points in that old research, including:

  • The VIX affects sovereign credit default swaps A LOT

  • The Big Bang Protocol: ISDA helped formulate a set of rules that decides when a country “defaults”
  • You can “short” a sovereign bond if you find a locate (sound familiar?: “Short sales of shares and short sales of sovereign debt will be permitted only where the seller has “located” the share or debt instrument prior to entering into the agreement and has a “reasonable expectation” of being able to borrow the shares.”)

Crazy shit. So you might say, now this post is meant to be about Citadel’s sphere of influence you might say? “Where does Citadel fit into all this? ”

11. Meet the CDDC (Credit Derivatives Determination Committee)...Where Citadel Sit and Helps Decide Which Countries Default on their Debt

One of the biggest GFC 2008 scenarios of sovereign credit default swaps being misused was against Greece. Afterwards, one of its biggest cases of misuse was by Elliot Management (ran by Paul Singer) who was using their position on the Credit Derivatives Determination Committee, or CDDC, to help decide when their sovereign credit default swaps against Argentina would pay out.
Wait, Eliot Management doesn’t sound big enough. Who else is on this committee?

Oh wait, so Citadel is ALSO on this committee? Alongside our favorite fucksticks like Chase, Goldman, Deutsche, and BNP?

It’s not lost on me with seeing now that Credit Suisse has been sucked up into UBS, maybe its position on the CDDC has been absorbed further by UBS. Back then, I wrote about the fact is we know next to nothing about the sovereign credit default swaps that might be opened up against countries (be it Russia, Sri Lanka, or otherwise):

Here's one such example of a swap dealer: Swiss financial terrorist aficionados UBS AG, who registered to be a swaps dealer with the US at the end of 2012. (UBS had also been a member of the CDDC through the Greek crisis in early 2012, alongside Citadel. In Mar. 2012, they were also one of the members pressing to ask whether Greece had defaulted already.)
UBS AG registered as a swap dealer in the US at the end of 2012 enabling the continuation of swaps business with US persons. Regulations issued by the Commodity Futures Trading Commission (CFTC) impose substantial new requirements on registered swap dealers for clearing, trade execution, transaction reporting, recordkeeping, risk management and business conduct.
If UBS AG decides to make a market on sovereign credit default swaps like Russia, then we might also have no idea who is on the other side of the trade. This also goes for many of the other swap dealers who (surprise surprise) also sit on the CDDC board and can determine just when these sovereign credit default swaps pay out.

Not only that, but the CDDC even can say when CORPORATE BONDS even shit the bed: late last year, they were the ones who were deciding to let everyone know whether Sunac (an Evergrande-relate company) went tits up.

12. We Say When

For months, there has been talk of a looming debt crisis (alongside all the other ones) in the sovereign debt world.
And shit continues to hit the proverbial fan. Apart from Russia, Sri Lanka and others, emerging markets like Ghana and Zambia are beginning to feel the hits from their sovereign debt (oftentimes, trying to restructure it with creditors like China).


Even further, now that Credit Suisse has gone under. We may have another thing to worry about: what banks and prime brokers are housing these opaque sovereign debt structures, loans, and swaps? Even worse, what happens when they go under? Roll that less than beautiful bean footage:


“Before collapse, Credit Suisse quietly conquered an obscure debt market
Before its rescue by Swiss rival UBS, Credit Suisse had quietly become a major player in an obscure market that purports to help developing countries ease their debt burdens in exchange for protecting nature. Known as debt-for-nature swaps, the complex financial instruments help governments restructure their debt to raise money that can be used to fund conservation efforts.

Credit Suisse was the sole structurer and arranger of the world’s largest debt-for-nature swap, a $364 million deal that it orchestrated in 2021 along with The Nature Conservancy, a charity, for Belize. Last year, it sealed another $150 million deal for Barbados. Credit Suisse has in recent years helped revive interest in the instruments and for the first time opened them up to institutional capital. The bank raised money for Belize and Barbados from pension funds including Sweden’s Alecta and Nuveen LLC, a unit of the US’s TIAA, by issuing so-called blue bonds tied to the deals.

he convoluted setup has drawn criticism from sovereign debt experts for its high cost and lack of transparency. And the opaque terms of the Belize and Barbados deals — the first of their kind — mean outside analysts will struggle to assess precisely what comes next.

A lot of poorer, especially emerging market countries were already in dire straits. Now as opaque deals meant to help these countries might not come to light (are these some of the Level 3 assets that UBS was talking about?), we can ask ourselves wtf will happen when the same banks looking to save their own ass while holding these sovereign, are the same fuckers that sit on the same board that can decide when they are worthless (while I’m sure being positioned net short).

All in all, these banks and holders of sovereign debt credit default swaps, who decide when a country goes boom, are sitting arm in arm alongside Citadel, who themselves potentially hover their greasy mayo-covered finger over the button that decides just when and how the US stock market will eventually implode.

13. Everything Everywhere All at Once

To recap, we then have Citadel with (1) the biggest market maker and arguably one of the most influential hedge fund able to decide which stocks rise and which fall as the US stock market teeters on the brink of collapse…
…with having (2) three of its ex-employees in charge of (not even counting other Citadel employees working there) operating at Headlands ready to help position themselves when the municipal bond market gets nuked, whether as a continued result of regional bank failure or in spite of it…
…while (3) sitting on the board that determines when ENTIRE COUNTRIES FAIL, in such a way that their hedge fund and associated pals can be ready to short and profit off failing nations that they and their fuckstick friends help cause.
Did I miss anything? Because remember, Citadel is not just Citadel, the market-maker that we all love to hate; Citadel’s sphere of influence via the Big 3 means the grip that it holds over the US and world economy is even greater than we think…and as such, far far more dangerous.
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2023.03.21 19:14 Lazy-Personality4024 Orphan Chapter 2

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Chapter 2: Now Is Found

The moment the Into the Black entered Sol, the human’s home system, various transmissions and radio signals poured in. At first, the captain and the rest of the crew thought that humanity was well and truly alive. But upon closer inspection of the deluge of signals they were receiving, they realized they were nothing more than automated warnings, echoes, and ghost signals bouncing around the countless derelict ships, stations, habitats, and arcologies that surrounded nearly every world and moon in the system. The place was a mass grave, far greater than any of the previous systems. In fact, this system was the most developed Ohmata had ever seen. The Galactic Union’s capital is the most advanced system in the GU, and it pales compared to the level of development of the human home system!
The sheer amount of death and destruction was frightening. Entire fleets worth of ships clumped together in the void of space. Their own mass creating a small gravity, pulling them together and fashioning massive hulks. While also creating hazardous clouds of metal debris, more than a few moving fast enough to rip the Black to shreds, should they not be vigilant. Constructs the size of cities floated aimlessly, stuck within the confines of the star’s influence. Mobile defense platforms, which once bristled with the finest weapons humanity could field, lay battered and broken amongst the many wrecks that called Sol home. Humanity did not go down without a fight, that much was for certain. If anyone ever called them cowards, Ohmata would simply show them the recorded footage of their home system to prove the naysayers otherwise.
There looked to be more metal strewn about from the battles and destroyed ships alone than in every GU fleet combined, and more than a few worlds, too. The difference in the ships was obvious. The human vessels were boxy, utilitarian. They did their jobs, and they did them well. Many of which appeared to be nothing more than massive guns someone built a ship around, then put more guns on that.
The Nemesis were different; they weren’t boxy and rigid angles like the humans, but not totally smooth either. They had a far more organic look with multiple bends and curves, but the surfaces seemed to be rough and bumpy, and unlike the human ships, almost none were symmetrical. But though they were asymmetrical, there existed patterns in the various derelicts. As if they were variations of preexisting models, updated and expanded upon with time. In comparison, most GU ships were a happy medium. They had the bends and curves like the Nemesis, but were neatly symmetrical like the human ships.
Looking past the destruction and death, the system was fairly average. Four rocky worlds, four gas giants, and several smaller bodies here and there. The gas giants still had the broken remains of floating cities scattered across them, while their moons contained colonies and stations galore. But what was most interesting were the third and fourth rocky worlds. The fourth one had depressingly little green on it. It was mostly red, with an occasional white streak indicating clouds. It was highly developed, ruined cities ranged across its surface freely. But it bore the marks of war none the less. It would be a prime candidate for collecting samples, as long as the surface wasn’t too hazardous. Humanity did have a fetish for nuclear annihilation towards their end, after all.
The third planet, the third planet was something else. It was a grey husk devoid of life. Its moon had a massive crater denting its facade, with many smaller ones marking its surface. They stood out prominently. Fresh wounds of war contrasted against natural meteor strikes. The debris from the lunar surface and whatever had caused the impact was already starting to form the semblance of a ring around the planet. And like everywhere else, the surrounding space was choked with battle debris, though most had collected in the planet’s “proto ring”. There was so much debris that they could barely scan the planet, and what parts they could get to was so irradiated that a signal couldn’t penetrate from such a distance. Which meant if they wanted to scan the home world of these legendary humans, they would have to get closer. Which, frankly, was currently impossible.
“Nix’Fa, can you maneuver through that debris field?” Ohmata asked, while peering down at her console.
“No ma’am. A shuttle may get through, but it won’t have any of the equipment necessary to scan the planet. At least, not at any reasonable rate,” Nix’Fa replied. She, too, was looking over her console at potential flight paths.
First Lieutenant Qhaax spoke up from her station. “We may not need to actually scan the planet to learn more about humanity, captain. Most of the planet is a flattened, irradiated death pit, but the debris field around it still contains warships from both sides, some in remarkable condition. In fact, several derelicts appear to still have power, even after thousands of years. We may be able to board them using a shuttle and extract data from any intact computer systems we find. And while not exactly human, there is a Nemesis ship relatively close to the edge of the field. It would be a good first target.”
“Then we’ll change our plan to that. Qhaax, contact Kitern and tell her to get her marines suited up, send a techy or two and some researchers with them as well. You’ll have to contact Tentzonta to get her to let some of her engineers loose for once, and Glevar for her researchers. Though you won’t have to convince her, she’ll be jumping at the opportunity. Nix’Fa, start plotting them a course, and we’ll go from there, understood?”
The two responded with a crisp, yes ma’am, and got to work on their respective tasks.
“Kitern, can you hear me?” Ohmata’s voice called out from Kitern’s suit’s comms.
“Loud and clear, cap, whatcha need?” Commander Kitern responded as she stowed away several more energy cells for her weapon. She was a digitigrade, feline like mammal known as a Lioranian, with thick paw like hands that held deadly claws within them. They were still thin and nimble enough to manipulate objects accurately, but most importantly, pull a trigger. Her kind also had a slightly elongated snout, long tail, and top forward facing ears. Their eyes were dark, but a few bore mutations which lightened the iris to a sky blue. And their pupils are vertical, but would dilate periodically to give better depth perception and low light visibility. Her species’ coats ranged from a dark tan to a bright yellow gold and had multiple coat patterns of varying intensities. She personally had a dusty tan coat with slight stripe markings originating from her spine, but quickly fading as they reached around to her abdomen and chest.
“You already have a basic rundown about what to do. But I just wanted to remind you, we marked an entrance for you through some old battle damage on a derelict Nemesis ship that is close to the edge of the debris field. Enter, make your way to the power source, secure the area, and set up a pressurized zone if possible so the techies can work in peace. If you can’t, oh well, they can work in their suits. Also, you see anything living, as unlikely as that is, don’t go shooting it. Try to capture or reason with it, but if it does anything stupid, then do what you and your girls do best.”
Kitern smiled maliciously. “Aye, aye, captain. We’ll keep the civvies alive and kick’n, get the goods and be back in no time.”
“Then I leave the rest to you. Oh, try not to mess with the shuttle’s controls while it’s on autopilot this time. It’ll be weaving through a debris field too compact to get the Black into. Any rescue efforts will take a long time, longer than what you’ll have, so don’t touch the throttle like last time!” Ohmata raised her voice jokingly, playfully reminding Kitern of the last time they were on a shuttle together in such conditions.
“Ha! Dontcha worry, I’ll be in the back. Onsa will be in the pilot’s seat for this go. She’s a better flyer anyways,” Kitern played.
“Alright then, get done and come back, preferable alive. Ohmata out.” There was a click as Ohmata closed the channel.
“Hmph, always do.” Kitern had been staring at a random wall while talking to Ohmata. With the call over, she turned to her squad. “Alright girls, get your shit together and get to the shuttle. Oh, and keep your hands to yourself, Hran is coming along, I don’t want any complaints from him, or hands where they shouldn’t be, got it?” she barked, eyeing each of the three other marines, more specifically the youngest two.
“What if he lets us?” one of said marines asked jokingly.
“It’ll be a cold day on Ca’tab before that happens, Asteli,” Kitern replied.
“You never know, we might just wear him down finally, right Gre’Namra?” the perky Venanian replied.
“How many times do I have to tell you? Just call me Namra, and I doubt it. Men like to be wined and dined. Take them out, pay for a fancy meal, maybe buy them something. You know, the usual,” her counterpart, a Drae’Ildan, responded.
Kitern sighed. “Or how about not harassing anyone and act like a decent sentient, you hornbags? Now, shut it and get to the shuttle. Dentala you’ll have your work cut out for you keeping track of these two today.”
“Not as big of a job as keeping track of you, I pity Onsa,” Dentala said as she lifted a heavy kinetic slugger with a red hand, another Venanian.
Kitern chuffed deeply, her species version of a chuckle. “Me too! But, you might wanna put on a glove before we go out. Might help with the whole vacuum thing.” Dentala looked at her hand, surprised that she had forgotten it, before slipping one on. It attached to her bracer and made an airtight seal, forming an armored gauntlet. With that, the four marines left to join their fifth member in the shuttle.
As they left the locker room, Asteli mumbled under her breath. “We wouldn’t do that. We’re not assholes,” she said, addressing Kitern’s assertion of harassment.
“Well, you sound like one,” Gre’Namra replied quietly. After that, they kept their heads down and trudged along with their commanding officer.
A short jaunt later, they were passing through the hangar bay’s airlock. They were greeted by the Black’s only two shuttles. One, small and cramped, meant for scanning dangerous locations that they couldn’t get to with the ship. Logically, that would mean it was best suited to scan Earth. But even its equipment was not powerful enough to breach the radiation. Not without descending into the planet's atmosphere and becoming so irradiated they would practically glow in the dark. And while they could get Aphosi to pilot the shuttle remotely, its scanners aren't able to scan such a broad area like an entire planet. They were more meant to target small, specific locations.
The second shuttle was much larger. It was built to transport supplies and the handful of rovers they had in storage, to make excursions to planets. The smaller shuttle had permanently extended wings and large thrusters on the rear. The larger of the two, simply dubbed Shuttle One, could fold its wings. And had a variety of thrusters located across the ship for better maneuverability in space, and atmospheric thrusters embedded in the center of each wing for flight in atmo. But it also had two large engines in the back for forward thrust, just above its rear ramp.
Walking over to shuttle one, Onsa, the other Lioranian in the squad, was already waiting for them in the pilot’s seat. In the rear seating area were two engineers and two scientists, wearing grey, lightly armored EVA suits that looked to be made of cloth, but were instead a variety of advance polymers and flexible but insulative materials. Most of the helmet was a large, one way transparent material, allowing for increased awareness while sacrificing protection. In comparison, the marine’s helmets had no exterior window, instead a suite of miniature sensors embedded in their black armored helmets allowed them to see through an internal display screen. The helmets appeared to be smooth metal from a distance, only up close could you see the microscopic sensors embedded in them.
The marine’s suits held many of the same features as the civilians, but were black and had thick armored plates over vital areas and on select parts of their extremities, with thinner, non-metal armor segments filling in the gaps. Both suit types had an array of pockets and hideaways, each holding their respective tools of the trade. Regardless of the accessories, or level of protection, each was specially crafted to accommodate for the unique physiologies of the different species.
Had the ship and its equipment not made with each of their species in mind, they would have worn generic multi species suits. Instead of the pre-built features tailored for their specific anatomy, they would be covered with a thick insulated, pliable material that fitted over the horns, tails, and crests and shrank until it was tightly pressed against every nook and cranny. Aside from personalized helmets, each species’ leg sections and gloves/gauntlets catered for whether they were plantigrade, digitigrade, or for how many digits they may possess.
Hran being a male Venanian, had small horns jutting out from his temples. But because his horns were so small, his helmet did not need any special features. Thus was fairly plain. It looked like a sphere that had been slightly squished in on the sides. Unlike the females of his species, who had much larger, curved horns, their helmets were marked with two twin armored segments sticking up like antenna. Otherwise, their helmets were just as “stubby” as his, for their flatter faces. At least, in comparison to the other species onboard.
The Shednae with their elaborate head crests and long faces, had a stubby mohawk like metal protrusion for their crests to fit in, and longer helmets to account for their heads. The Drae’Ildan’s helmets were similar to the Shednae. In fact, they could be mistaken for one another if not for the lack of a head crest. Lastly, the Lioranian helmets were quite plain, aside from the extended “snout” for their slightly longer faces and two nubs to house their ears located on the top of their heads.
Those with tails were likewise afforded a special area to put them, instead of the shrinking material normal for such species. The Shednae have a small knob like space for their short tails. While the Venanians and Lioranians had long thin tails, they could be coiled in the suit. Drae’Ildan suits had a much longer and thicker tail section that looked burdensome but was quite flexible. Their suits were also equipped with a much larger array of sensors to assist them, as the Drae’Ildan’s natural sensory organs were significantly dulled in such tight confines.
“I see the grunts have finally made their appearance. Why did you bother bringing so many guns with you? It’s a derelict that has been floating dead in space for thousands of cycles. There won’t be anything living on board.”, one of the engineers nagged, as the marines ducked into the shuttle. Though her helmet was on, it was clear she was a part of engineering by the orange stripe running along the left of her suite, and left sleeve. Mimicking their uniforms.
“And a fine hello to you Kass, you too, Hran,” Kitern said as she sat down across from the two Venanians and buckled in. Hran simply nodded silently. Kitern continued, “And as for your question, we have no idea what we’ll find. You want to be stuck out in space with no way of protecting yourself if something is there? Yeah, I’m sure it’s empty too. Doesn’t mean I’m taking any chances.” Kass snorted at her reply.
“Shavizi, Jurwa, what about you two, think we’ve over prepared?” Kitern asked the two scientists to her left. Their stripes were blue.
“One can never be too prepared! Though the heavy slugger seems a bit excessive, but as long as you don’t drop it on me, I have no complaints,” Jurwa, a Shednae, said gleefully, practically bouncing in her seat.
“I agree, organic enemies aside. The ship may have automated defenses still functioning. If so, they will have to be dealt with accordingly.” Shavizi added. Yet another Venanian.
“See Kass, they get it,” Kitern grinned smugly underneath her helmet as she leaned back and buckled herself in.
As the others sat down and buckled in, Onsa turned in her seat to see if they were all ready. Everyone confirming they were. She turned back around and started up the shuttle. Quickly putting it into autopilot, but still keeping her hands on the controls just in case. The shuttle slipped out of the bay, passing through the atmospheric retention field, and pitching down and to the left, heading for the derelict Nemesis ship.
As the debris field is so dense and dangerous, the Into the Black was several hundred kilometers away, clear of any potential danger. As such, the trip would take around five minutes before they reached the field, another six to navigate the debris, as it was so hazardous. The Nemesis ship in question was near the edge of the debris field, but still mostly intact, with some power readings emanating from within, a perfect target for research.
“We’re coming alongside it now. Once we have successfully magnetized to its hull with the docking clamps, I’ll decompress the shuttle and you can open him up,” Onsa called out, just barely turning her head back in their direction.
Kitern activated her comms so everyone could hear her clearly once the air was siphoned out. “Gotcha. Scans show two distinct points of power readings. Both look to be in the same place, or at least really damn close. We’ll take a right once we get into the ship and follow the corridor until it leads to a three-way intersection. Then we make a left, then a right, and we’ll be on track. The room in question will be along that corridor. Keep your eyes and sensors open for anything that looks Nemesis-y.”
“Oh, like the entire ship?” Kass chimed in.
Kitern rolled her eyes. “Onsa, give a countdown.”
Onsa nodded her head. “Affirmative. Decompression commencing in three… two… one… starting.” There was an audible hiss that slowly faded away as the air in the shuttle was pulled back into storage tanks for later use. “Decompression complete, safe to open the door,” she confirmed over their comms.
“Opening door. Don’t go floating off,” Kitern joked as she pressed a button near the hatch, causing it to slide open silently. Before them was a gaping hole in the side of what looked like a ship that had grown large warts. The human beacons had mentioned that the Nemesis ships weren’t smooth, but the reality was a bit more unsettling up close. The humans weren’t sure why the Nemesis ships were so… bumpy. But they knew it wasn’t actually part of the building process, as newly refurbished or repaired Nemesis vessels lacked the warty exterior. But they had seen no importance in investigating the reason, as they had no tactical or structural advantage. Humanity theorized they were damage, but what could cause metal to ripple and bubble? So it remains a mystery to this day.
Kitern lifted a foot, causing the magnetic lock on that boot to disengage automatically, then re-engage when she put pressure on it. Allowing her to walk forward until she was looking down into the hole. Kitern put a foot on the lip of the shuttle, and bent forward, pushing herself into the opening.
As Kitern floated into the ship, she could see the corridors were circular, with strange partitions along the edges. The partitions didn’t seem to move or close, so she guessed they were more decorative support beams than actual doorways. A second later, she put out a hand to stop herself from colliding with the far wall, and pushed downward, boots magnetizing to the floor. Upon magnetizing, she immediately lifted her weapon. It was a small energy-based firearm, similar in size and function to an SMG.
Looking down both directions of the corridor showed nothing of interest other than more of those strange support beams and closed bulkhead doors on either end. She noted the twisted metal and battle damage in the corridor caused by whatever had impacted the hull.
Before everyone had touched down, she started making her way toward their objective. She continued on until she reached the bulkhead door at the end of the corridor. It was not fully closed, only partially, allowing someone to grip between the two sections and pull them apart. She did just that. As the door slowly opened, Dentala came up behind her and lent her strength to the task. Grunting in exertion, they pulled the door apart until they could easily walk through. Kitern silently fist bumped Dentala on the shoulder in thanks before she continued on, weapon held at the ready.
As they proceeded through the derelict, signs of battle began to appear. At first, it was only a few scorch marks or kinetic impact craters on the wall. Then, what looked like dried blood from some ancient creature. It had aged into a sickly dark green color with a hint of yellow. A quick scan showed that no genetic material could be retrieved, it had long degraded into nothing. Though some sort of information could certainty be gleamed from the stain if they searched long enough, but the sample was unimportant, as it was not a focus of the mission. Pressing on, the signs of battle intensified, as well the amount of spilled blood. At one point, an entire corridor looked like it had been painted in viscera.
The team could only speculate on what had happened. Was it a mutiny? Civil war between surviving Nemesis forces trapped in the Sol system? Or perhaps the humans had something to do with it? But there was one thing on everyone’s mind as they walked through the ancient carnage. Where were the bodies? They hadn’t passed a single corpse yet, just blood stains.
“Captain Kitern, do you suppose we can slow down and so I can scan the ship a bit more? I can’t get a proper reading while moving like this,” Shavizi requested from the back. She had some sort of tool and was waving it back and forth across the surface of the corridor.
“You can scan the ship when we stop, and that will be when we get to those power signals. And once we make sure the place is secure,” Kitern responded, weapon still up at her shoulder as she swept the hallway.
“If that is your order,” Shavizi relented, but still attempted to scan everything they passed, incomplete or not.
It didn’t take long before they arrived at where the Black said the power readings were. They had weaved about the ship a bit more than desired. Several bulkhead doors were completely sealed shut, causing them to detour, but they managed it in the end. They were now standing in front of a large single door; it was nowhere near as large as the bulkhead doors that sealed off entire corridors, but it was large enough to allow passage with room to spare on all sides.
It too bore damage from whatever conflict had occurred within the ship. The door’s access panel was damaged, and the surrounding wall panels warped. Preventing them from directly interacting with the door.
“This is the place; my scanner is already picking up power readings from here. Hran, be a dear and get out the interface tools. We’ll see if this door has power first, instead of brute forcing our way through first thing,” Kass stated. Hran silently carried out his orders, unpacking a variety of tools they may need.
After pulling off several of the panels to see if they allowed access to the door’s wiring, they eventually found the right one. Sadly, a closer inspection revealed that the door, like nearly the entire ship, had no power, meaning it couldn’t be opened by the press of a button like they wanted.
“Oh well, do what you do best, Kitern,” Kass shrugged as she and Hran began packing up their tools.
“Eh, worth a shot. Privates, if you please,” Kitern motioned to the door for the two young marines to take a crack at it. They both replied with a crisp, yes ma’am, and quickly got to work trying to pry open the door.
It took a little more effort than they thought, but over time it slowly slid further and further open, until Gre’Namra wedged herself in between the door and frame, and used her entire body to push it open. Asteli joined in when it widened enough for the both of them. Together, they pushed it fully open, the door slowly recessing into the wall. Revealing an old dusty room with several long bed-like pods.
“Thank you, girls. Now clear the room while you’re at it. Though by now any baddies would have chewed you up,” Kitern ordered. The two did just that. Thankfully, the entire room could be seen from the doorway, so there really wasn’t any clearing. Just looking behind the pods for anything not so friendly.
During their little search, they noticed one bed had several lights flickering on its side. They pointed it out to the others. Immediately, Kass and Shavizi pushed them aside to get to it. Drooling over it like children being offered sweets.
“I wonder what this is?! After so many thousands of years, it still has power. I thought those beacons were incredible enough, but this is something else!” Kass said to no one in particular.
Shavizi had been scanning the bed, as well as its neighbors, while Kass looked it over. “Hmm. The pods have a sliding covering that encloses the occupants. All the others are open, yet this one is closed.” Shavizi tapped at her scanner a bit. “Wait… the other energy signature… it’s coming from inside it!” she said astonished, while moving a hand over the top of the slid that covered the pod. As she did, thousands of years’ worth of dust floated away from where she dragged her hand. Allowing a small amount of light to break free from within.
Noticing this, Shavizi leaned forward and peered inside the pod. Her eyes went wide as her mind tried to make sense of what she was seeing. “GET BACK! DON’T TOUCH IT!” she screamed, but was too late. Kass, who was now crouched down near the base of the bed, had pressed a finger to one of the flickering lights just as Shavizi yelled her warning. All Kass had time to do was turn her head up and mutter a confused, “huh?”, before the covering of the pod slid open, unleashing its occupant onto the galaxy.
First Previous
Hello once again! First things first. If you see the name Osan, please point it out to me. It is supposed to be Onsa, but the program I use to write the story changed the name to Osan for some reason. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the cliffhanger! This chapter is meant to help further detail the various species and their features, and of course set up for many things to come!
Also, in my last story. I had a lot of flashback sequences to add in fluff and give backstory to the MC. While I don't want overuse it in this story, I do want to have flashback esque sequences that are basically just battles of the Human-Nemesis war (recorded combat footage recovered from human ships and installations), introduce new characters, or maybe give further development to preexisting characters. The flashback sequences will be called Orphan: Tales of the Past and won't begin until a certain point in the main story. Once that point is reached, the side stories will pop up every once in a while in place of the main story chapters. Or, if I fell as if its safe to push the story ahead, you'll get the main story and a side story in one week.
That's it for the week folks! See you next week!
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2023.03.21 17:24 Mrgarfield3721 Barnwood camper van for sale

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2023.03.21 17:21 Mrgarfield3721 Barnwood camper van for sale

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Here is a van created to make you feel like you are still in the old cabin while parked at a wayside. This van has a gas powered heater to keep you warm, a powerful fan to keep you cool, even a hideaway toliet! Complete with a sink and a fridge, this small kitchen also has an induction stove built into it. The bed space is a queen size, with a pull out drawer directly underneath. This nomadic vehicle is equipped with solar panels and a DCDC Charger to keep all of its 4 12v batteries charged. As well as a shore power plug for when it's a bit cloudy and you don't feel like driving around. There is also a 28 gallon fresh water tank which can be put to use through the sink or the spigot installed near the fill point. With a grey water tank at 25 gallons. They both empty out the bottom of the van, for convenience and storage.
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2023.03.21 09:23 salty329 BBQ grilling on balcony in apartment complex

I'm looking to rent an apartment and was wondering what the laws are about having a BBQ on your balcony. I see some say it's ok to have a small gas grill if the tank is no more than 1lb (small portable camp size) Does anyone who has lived in apartments around the area have any experience with this? Is it normal for complexes to oulaw this completely? I don't want to use an electric grill and I know charcoal is not allowed without certin requirements.
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2023.03.20 22:30 KhoaFraelich Where did the Crossover SUV Come From?

Where did the Crossover SUV Come From?

Sport Utility vehicles have been around for a long time now. The different shapes, styles, and designs that car companies manufacture these days seem to be almost endless. From the massive Chevrolet Suburban to the Mini Cooper’s small Countryman, as well as every size in between. There is no doubt that if you are in the market for a new Sports Utility Vehicle in 2017, you’ll have no trouble finding the perfect sized one for your unique driving needs and preferences.

What is a Crossover SUV, Anyway?
Many experts say that a crossover SUV is what is considered the “new minivan.” Ranging from small and sleek, to large and almost truck like, SUVs have become the new norm with the crossover class increasingly very popular. So popular in fact that the American public buys crossover SUVs like they are going out of style. Quid Pro Quo Clarice – what is the best selling car type in the United States? You guessed it, the new crossover-style SUV. Offering everything from TV screens and DVD players to four wheel drive and Wi-Fi, the “new minivan,” offers everything the American family could ask for.

Generally larger than a car, yet smaller than the bigger SUVs, crossovers typically come with all-wheel drive, and have bigger tires than a car, which gives them a taller stance. Offering the Sport Utility features of larger SUVs, crossovers give most drivers the feeling of safety that large SUV offers, with the perks that come with owning a car or sedan, such as great gas mileage.

Technically a crossover should be built using a unibody construction, which means the body and frame are not separate. Crossovers, (if equipped with four-wheel drive,) usually have full time four wheel drive only. This means the operator cannot elect to switch between 2 or 4 wheel drive. If bought with 2 wheel drive only, front wheel drive is what is offered.

Crossover SUVs do not offer a low range gearbox, as opposed to larger SUVs.

How Are Original SUVs Different?
The original SUVs, such as the Jeep Cherokees, were birthed from the late 1960s when a movement of off-road enthusiasm was noticed by the automotive industry. Manufacturers like Jeep started making four wheel drive vehicles that offered far more ground clearance, as well as a gearbox that offered a set of lower torqued gears, best used when climbing mountains, very steep grades, and even large sand dunes or boulders.

Traditional SUVs now still offer the gear box with a set of lower gears. Also, the option of either full time or part time four wheel drive, rear wheel drive if in 2 drive, and a towing capability of over 5,000 pounds.

SUV Model Types
Some traditional SUVs are the Jeep Grand Cherokee, the Ford Explorer, and the Subaru Outback. Crossover SUVs include the Ford Edge, the GMC Acadia, and the Honda CR-V.

Some of the top consumer favorite crossover SUVs are represented by the Chevrolet Trax, the Kia Sorento, and the Toyota RAV4.

Source: Autoinfluence
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2023.03.20 19:01 KhoaFraelich Why Were Diesel Cars a Dud in America?

Why Were Diesel Cars a Dud in America?

If you’re a car buff and have spent some time in Europe, you’ve probably seen something very interesting. Europeans not only have a love affair with efficient compact cars but also seem to be totally cool about driving diesel vehicles. In fact, as of the start of this year, almost 20% of new cars sold in the European Union featured a diesel engine. This has come at a time when the EU is pushing alternative fuel vehicles and just announced that it will ban the sale of new gas and diesel cars starting in 2035. Nevertheless, you are still going to see plenty of Mercedes-Benz, Renault, Peugeot, and Skoda diesel coupes and sedans cruising down the Autobahn, the Autostrade, and the Autoroute.

Once upon a time, automakers thought they could get Americans interested in buying cars equipped with diesel engines. It was during the 1970s when the US was plagued by not one but two oil shocks. The 1973 and 1979 oil crises led to long gas lines, upsetting motorists and driving automakers to seek ways to make their vehicles more fuel efficient. Since gasoline is a byproduct of refining diesel oil, the thought was that you could stretch a barrel of crude further by getting drivers to use diesel instead of gas. While this made perfect sense, the experiment proved to be as big a failure here as it was a success across the Atlantic Ocean. Why did this happen? How could the brands have been so wrong about diesel cars?

My Personal Experience
In 1977, my parents were struggling to put my oldest brother through college during a time of high inflation. In order to cut the cost of gasoline, my dad opted to buy a 1977 Peugeot 504 Diesel. There was a local Subaru-Peugeot dealership near our house, so my dad went in one day with his 1973 Cadillac Sedan DeVille and came home with a brand-new Peugeot.

In order to accommodate his new vehicle, my dad made a few changes to the house. First, he ran an outlet from the garage to the front driveway. This would allow him to plug in the Peugeot’s glow plugs during the winter. You see, this is one drawback of owning a diesel car. During cold weather, the oil can congeal, making it difficult or impossible to start your vehicle. Glow plugs keep the diesel fuel nice and warm, ready to fuel the engine.

Second, he needed a source of diesel oil. The nearest service station that had diesel oil for trucks was a good two miles from the house. After doing some research, my dad discovered that home heating oil was the same as diesel fuel and could be safely used in his Peugeot. The only problem was that our house had always had gas heat. He bought an oil tank, installed it in the garage, and contracted with a home heating oil company to make bi-weekly deliveries to our house.

My dad went a step further over the years. He began doing his own oil changes at home to save money. Then, when the 1979 oil embargo hit, he added a second diesel car, a 1980 Oldsmobile Delta 88 Diesel. While our neighbors contended with long lines at the gas pump and the misery of odd and even rationing, my dad continued to cruise around in his two diesel cars. That’s because the oil embargo did not seem to affect the home heating oil business. A third diesel car would follow two years later, a 1981 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme Diesel Coupe. This had a sporty, two-tone paint job of deep blue on the body and a sandstone hood and roof. You have to keep in mind that the early 1980s still had some of the questionable taste of the 1970s. My dad would go on driving these three diesel cars for the first half of the decade, still doing his own oil changes and filling up from his home heating oil tank.

Benefits of Diesel Cars
There are a number of benefits to using a diesel engine in a car. For one thing, they get better fuel economy than gas engines in comparable models. The Peugeot 504 would often get a robust 30 miles to the gallon whenever my dad took it out on long drives to visit my brothers and me in college in Baltimore and Boston. The same held true for the two Oldsmobile diesel cars as well.

Diesel engines are also quite reliable. As long as my dad did his routine maintenance and remembered to plug in the glow plugs, he’d have no problem starting them up, even on the coldest days of winter. This is because diesel engines have fewer working parts than gas engines, which also helps them last longer on average. Diesel fuel burns using pressure to release energy, so there are no spark plugs. Finally, diesel fuel is safer than gasoline. While gasoline can explode, that is not possible with diesel fuel. This is why it is perfectly safe to store diesel fuel and home heating oil inside a house.

What Went Wrong?
The failure of diesel cars in America can actually be seen in the personal experiences of my father. For one thing, most folks are not that handy. Asking them to put a home heating oil tank in their house to keep a diesel car fueled is truly going a bridge too far. If a motorist lives in an apartment building, they won’t have access to a garage to store the diesel fuel nor an outlet to keep their diesel car’s glow plugs plugged in during the winter. Also, the diesel cars that were sold in America were noisy and produced a prodigious amount of noxious fumes. Our neighbors always complained about the noise and the smell produced by our diesel cars.

As for driving, the acceleration on the diesel cars left a lot to be desired. For example, the Peugeot 504 had a 71 hp diesel engine that could propel it from zero to 60 mph in a sluggish 21.7 seconds. I remember my Mom having to turn off the A/C on the Peugeot when she hit the highways during the summer just so she could get it up to speed to merge into traffic. It was truly a white-knuckle experience. The Delta 88 wasn’t much better, with a 5.7-liter V8 that produced 105 hp and 205 lb-ft of torque propelling this full-size beast. This was the same engine in the midsize Cutlass Supreme Diesel Coupe, making the coupe a racecar compared to the Delta 88 and the Peugeot.

It didn’t help that the Oldsmobile diesels were notorious for design defects, like using a bolt pattern designed for a gas engine instead of one that could handle a more powerful diesel engine. In addition, the late 1970s and early 1980s was a time when General Motors was having issues with quality control, which further hurt the reputation of its diesel models. Most Americans didn’t have access to the diesel cars offered by Mercedes-Benz, Volkswagen, and Peugeot. Even if they did, many American motorists couldn’t afford one of these foreign models. Thus, if they wanted a diesel car, they usually opted for one of the models offered by General Motors. As many drivers began to complain, the missteps of a few lemons tainted the entire concept of the diesel car.

Where We Are Today
The great diesel car experiment in America is long since dead. Despite the benefits of greater fuel economy and easier maintenance, most American drivers were put off by the fumes, the noise, and the quality control issues. In addition, gas prices went down throughout the decades following the 1979 oil embargo, so there was no great push to find alternative energy sources. Finally, diesel cars have been surpassed by the success of hybrids and electric vehicles. These alternative energy vehicles provide all of the benefits of diesel with none of the drawbacks.

My dad eventually got rid of his diesel cars too. The last one he owned was the Cutlass Supreme. He sold it to the kid next door, who was a gifted auto mechanic. Eli removed the diesel engine, putting it in a pickup truck and replacing it with a standard gasoline V8 engine.
Today, you can still find diesel engines offered as an option on heavy-duty pickup trucks, off-road models like the Jeep Wrangler, and full-size SUVs like the Cadillac Escalade, GMC Yukon, and Chevy Tahoe. But if you want to ride in a diesel coupe or sedan, you had better book a trip to the European Union before 2035.

Source: Autoinfluence
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2023.03.20 09:09 JD_SLICK Prologue for my Alien universe story

Untitled Alien Story
Year: 2541
Carter Station, orbiting TY-86, medium gas giant, system HD 219134, approx. 152 LY from Sol
Population: 5,743
Carter Station is a typical deep space waystation, built by Weyland-Yutani in the 2400s and now servicing as a last stop for crews heading outside the bubble of Humanity’s chartered systems on mining, terraforming or exploration missions. The station is its own self-sustaining ecosystem but is largely reliant on trade for anything more than the most basic goods and services.
Valerie Almeida rubbed her eyes as she stepped out of the elevator onto the command level of Carter Orbital Station. It was early, or… it felt early, even though she knew that term had little meaning in a place where there was no set day. She had been at work, what? Seven hours earlier? Eight? Hours and days hardly meant anything up here. She was either at work or sleeping or eating or in the gym. Another month was all she had left in this pump – two thirds of the way done, and then she’d be headed back to Earth and some much needed “real life”. She felt herself drifting into a daydream about blue skies and green grass and quickly snapped herself out of it. Soon, but not today, she reminded herself.
Valerie made her way through the outer corridor. greeting her colleagues and exchanging quick pleasantries. First stop- the galley to grab a cup of coffee, her last hope for a jolt of caffeine to get her snapped in and frosty in the chair. She grimaced as she took a sip - it was terrible, as always - but enough synthetic sugar could make it good enough to deliver the desired effect. She rounded the corner and approached her pod, an egg-shaped bubble a little bigger than she was, protruding from the planetside corner of the massive station and where she had an excellent view of three sides of the room perched on the edge of the station. From here, she could see out into the black abyss of space, where a constant stream of shuttles, cargo ships, and tugs made their way in and out of the gas giant's atmosphere and off into the deep black.
Valerie jumped up into her seat, flicking on the console and running through her checks. She knew the routine by heart: monitoring incoming and outgoing traffic, coordinating arrivals and departures, and responding to whatever chaos might arise. She could use a little chaos, nothing interesting had happened in… well, nothing really interesting had happened at all.
Valerie took a deep breath, closed her eyes, tried to put herself in the right mental place for the shift ahead, felt that she largely failed, and opened them again. She keyed her mic. “Control this is Green, bring me online”
“Roger Green, you’re coming online now, you now control Green Approach”
“What do we have today, Roy?” She asked, trying to sound more chipper than she felt. Maybe she could fake herself into a good mood.
“Oh, the usual Val, little boys coming and going… big thing today is we’re scheduled to get a Class C pulling in via Green in about 5 hours, that should be fun” said Roy, from his desk up in central.
“Yeah, fun” she said, sarcastically, as she started her shift of directing traffic around Carter Station.
A Class C was massive, nearly the size of the station in length and width, and probably six or seven times the mass when full of half a billion tons of He-3 or Lithium or whatever else they’re hauling. Their mass meant that they’d have to burn their engines like a small sun to slow down, and she’d have to clear their path for hundreds of kilometers in every direction to keep them from getting torched while the ship spent several million kilometers slowing down. Then when the behemoth slowed to a crawl and approaching the station, every tug on station would have to be hooked up, burning at full to nudge and prod the monster into a stable orbit next to the station. Coordinating that ballet was Valerie’s job, at least while it was happening in her sector, and this monster would be arriving in her sector.
Roy came into her ear a couple of hours later, but not via radio. He had come down to her pod and tapped her on the shoulder. “Heads up, Val. We have a shuttle that is having a comms problem out in your burn zone. I didn’t want to put this over comms, I think we can handle it at our level.”
“oh? what’s the issue?”
“Ah… not sure…“ said Roy, as he tapped his tablet and brought up the shuttle track at the outer edge of Val’s controlled space.
“The autopilot is talking to us, appears to be in fine shape, they slowed down and flipped on program, there’s just no response from anyone who doesn’t talk Ones and Zeros. We’ve been trying to hail it since it popped up on the scope on its brake burn out by the belt… nothin. But, now it’s in your zone, it’s your problem, Val. Maybe you can raise them on laser? Point is, they’re smack in the middle of where that Class C is going to burn, so unless they come up in comms or suddenly move their ass they’re gonna be a cloud of very hot, very surprised atoms in about 90 minutes”
“Awesome” she said flatly, tapping on her console to bring up the track file. It was decidedly not awesome, but at least it was interesting.
She keyed her microphone
“Shuttle Elyria 37, this is Carter Station Control, do you read”…. No response, but the channel was green, indicating the shuttle got her message.
“Elyria 3-7, Carter Station Control… nothing heard…. if you’re able… looks you’re close enough for Lightlink, I’ll initiate a connection” She keyed the controls to establish a laser cross-link. The light went green on her end, but couldn’t establish a handshake after sixty seconds. Not good.
She looked back at Roy. “Nothing on laser, I’m betting they’re still asleep?”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m thinking.” Said Roy, looking over her shoulder at her screens “That’s probably what it is, somebody forgot to set the timer” He sighed “Authorize to push a wake-up crew”
“Copy that boss” she thumbed her radio control over to a different channel.
“Tug…ah… “ she squinted at her display looking at the little label over the blue dot closest to the shuttle. “Tug thirteen, Carter Station Control”
“Thirteen up, G’head Control” Val recognized the gravelly grunt of Vincent Steffensen, an amiable, rotund middle aged tug driver who flirted with her every chance he got.
“Thirteen, reference track 174, that’s the shuttle Elyria 37 out of the Aurorium System, probably miners for the company” “Copy Control, I have them on my scope- what’s up”
“they’re not coming up on comms or laser, Roy thinks they’re probably still in their pods, he’s authorizing us to send a wake up crew”
“ah, roger, control… Val is that you?”
“Yes, Vincent, you know it’s me. Do you copy on the wake-up duty?” She tried to sound a little more annoyed than she was. Vince was a harmless ship jockey, there were much worse on the station.
“Roger Val, and you know you can call me Vince. Is Roy authorizing the standard bonus here?”
Behind her, Roy leaned forward and tapped into the call on his headset.
“Thirteen, Carter Station, Roy Applegate here, I’m authorizing double bonus here, because we need that shuttle out of the class C’s path in sixty minutes- try to wake em up, if that doesn’t work, push em out of the way. Copy?”
“Thirteen copies” came Vincent over the radio.
“Thanks Thirteen” said Roy. “Me, Val, the whole crew here and probably the ghost of Charles Bishop Weyland all appreciate your dedicated service” he said with a smile.
“All righty, we’ll check her out” Vince said into his headset. He closed the channel and turned to his copilot who was lazily scrolling on his tablet.
“Jules, my good man, we’re getting steak tonight- only problem is we’ve gotta play alarm clock for the next hour”
Jules looked up from his tablet “you know I don’t eat meat”
“Yeah yeah… I’ll get you an extra glass of that soymilk shit” Vince said to his copilot, annoyed that he wasn’t at least a little happier about the extra 2000 credits he’d have in his next paycheck
“delightful” said Jules, dryly.
Fifteen minutes later, they were closing on the silent shuttle.
Tug 13 was a standard WY-580 model, and one of the simplest ships in the galaxy. It was only about 20 meters long and looked like an ant with no legs- just three cylindrical pods strapped together: one big engine, one medium sized fuel tank, and one little cockpit on the front. It didn’t even have an airlock, so Vincent would have to put the rest of his suit on in the cramped space.
The fun thing about driving the tug, especially when they got away from station, was that they had a tremendous amount of thrust and very little mass if they weren’t pushing or pulling anyone. They could accelerate fast, cover a lot of space fast, and stop fast, which made them ideal for this sort of mission.
Once up to speed, Vince switched controls to his copilot. “Jules, take con I’ve got to get zipped up”
A few minutes and several thousand kilometers later, Vince was fully bagged and retook the controls. Despite wearing the cumbersome vac suit he maneuvered the tug with the deft precision gained over thousands of hours in the pilot’s seat. They did a lazy circle of the shuttle, shining the tug’s powerful floodlights on the exterior.
It was a nice ship, a newer design from Weyland Yutani Shipyards. It was the sort that could be set up to transport anywhere from 30 or 40 common folk to just a couple company executives. The basics of the layout were all the same, doors, galleys, cockpits were all in the same spots, but in between it could be barebones or the lap of luxury.
"Looks perfect" Vincent remarked. "Nothing seems out of the ordinary from out here. Comms array is fine, there’s the laser array over there, looks fine too"
"Agreed," Jules replied in his monotone voice. "I don’t see anything out of the ordinary either. Maybe some heat scarring over there” he pointed to some light scorch marks near the aft of the 100-meter vessel “but that could be anything, not untypical”
“Heh, ‘not untypical’ “Vince said, mocking Jules’ flat voice… “why wouldn’t you just say Typical”
Jules looked at the captain and raised his eyebrows “I’m not sure.”
“I’ll never understand you guys.” Said the captain.
Turning back to the shuttle looming in front of them, Vince nodded at the airlock hatch. “Ok, time to play alarm clock. He paused for a moment before adding, "Hey Jules, want me to grab you something?" he winked. Jules would know he was joking about stealing a trinket or bottle of hooch from the sleepy ship. Well, probably. Who knows what Jules knew.
There was a brief pause before Jules answered, "I am a synthetic person, Vincent. I do not have the capacity for personal desires, especially those of an unsavory nature."
"Right, right," Vincent chuckled, slapping the locking clip on his helmet’s seal. "alright, hold your breath, buddy”
Vince toggled on the vacuum system that pulled about 95% of the air out of the cockpit in about 20 seconds. Jules, naturally, was unfazed, just looking over the cockpit displays and keeping an eye on the timer for when the big freighter would come barreling through their little chunk of space.
Vince opened the canopy and they were exposed to the vacuum of the deep black. With no air to carry sounds, they communicated via hand signals. Vince hooked his tether to the front of the tug and gracefully pushed off, gliding over to the quiet shuttle with precision despite his girthy belly and grey beard. He hooked a second tether to a latch point on the door and swapped the tether to the tug onto the shuttle, making it easier for Vince to keep station. Behind him, Jules closed the canopy and brought the cockpit back to pressure. The Vacuum didn’t hurt Jules, but it did stress his systems a bit, and he’d need to talk to Vince over the radio.
Vince opened the small control door revealing the manual override. He turned it 90 degrees, the door slid silently open with a slight puff as whatever atmosphere was within escaped into the void. Vince stepped inside and closed the door behind him and the autocycling airlock began to fill with air.
“Jules, Got my video feed?” he said into his mouthpiece, tapping the camera on the side of his helmet “Sure do, Vince, nice and clear” replied Jules
“Alrightey, I’m heading in.”
Experience told him that the other side of the airlock would open into a long corridor that ran the length of the ship, fore to aft. He was entering roughly in the middle, and would want to go left, as the crew quarters were probably just aft of the control deck on the front of the ship.
As Vince went through the airlock the lights in the corridor clicked on around him and down the hall for ten meters in each direction. Immediately he knew something was very untypical, as Jules would say. The air inside the shuttle was hazy, full of smoke or particulate of some sort. The interior bulkhead just opposite the airlock was scorched with what had to have been a small explosive detonation. As he walked toward the fore, a few meters further down there had been a fire? Or some sort of chemical spill? It looked like a large section of wall and floor had been melted. He relayed his observations to Jules over the radio, his voice trembling with fear.
"Jules, this isn't good. There's smoke everywhere, and I think there was a fire or an explosion. Something's not right here," Vincent said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jules' voice crackled over the radio. "OK, Copy. Stay calm, Vince. I’ll radio control." Vince guessed that Jules could detect his captain’s stress level pinging from the sound of his voice.
Vincent took a deep breath and continued his search. He scanned the walls with his flashlight, trying to see any sign of movement. He approached the end of the corridor at the forward end as he heard Jules talking to Val on the station, nearly three thousand kilometers away.
“Carter Station, this is Tug 13, Captain Steffenson is on board the shuttle and reports seeing signs of damage on board. Sending feed now”
Vince moved toward the forward end of the passageway. He knew that if he got up to the cockpit he could figure out how to activate the laser array, the station could connect to the shuttle and fly it remotely- that was the best option. The second best option would be to use the tug to essentially shove the shuttle out of the way of the big freighter, and then let one of the salvage crews come out and bring the ship into station. But mostly, Vince just wanted to get the hell off of this thing and back in his little fast tug.
The white lights on the ceiling continued to automatically click on as he moved through the passageway and off when he got a few meters past. The light colored smoke made any detail past a few meters a wash. He felt like he was walking in a spotlight. As he came to the right turn at the end of the corridor, there was a brown stain on the wall and floor. His heart skipped a few beats. Dried blood.
“Jules, are you copying this? That’s gotta be blood.”
“I see it Vince” came the reply.
“I can’t see shit in here, and clearly some hairy shit went down.” His heart was pounding in his chest “I’m heading back and we can just push this thing and let station security deal with this”
He turned back to the long hallway, lit around him but dark after a few meters. He started walking in his cumbersome suit, breathing heavily as his heart raced.
At the far end of the long, dark smoky hallway it looked like there was a light on. That’s odd, Vince thought, that was dark before. He couldn’t make out any details through all the smoke, but there was definitely was a bit of light shining through. "Jules, are you seeing that?" Vincent asked, his voice rising in panic.
“No, nothing” came the reply on comms.
“Hello?” Vince yelled “Is someone there?”
The light at the end of the tunnel seemed to click a little brighter. Then brighter again, getting larger. Vince realized that somewhere in the haze, someone was coming his way, triggering the motion sensitive lights in the corridor
“Hello?” he said again, keying his external speaker on his suit “HELLO”? There was no response
Vince thought he could make out a figure in the middle of that hazy light – silent… running… toward him.
Vince panicked, turning and running “fuck fuck fuck god dammit” he said over comms as he stumbled away from the figure – he didn’t have a plan, just wanted to get away
Jules keyed in “what is it Vince”
The video feed was jumping up and down as Vince was clearly running at top speed toward the end of the hallway. Jules could hear Vince’s heavy breathing and his biometrics were off the chart.
Suddenly, the camera feed pitched forward- Vince had fallen on his face.
Jules heard a crack – and then a scream that had to have been his captain. And then silence. The artificial person watched as Vince’s vitals spiked and then he lost the feed. Nothing.
“Carter station, tug thirteen - Captain Steffenson has lost comms and appears to be injured. Confirm you are receiving our feed” The reply came back in the form of Roy’s panicked-stricken voice. “we’re seeing this, thirteen, can you assist?”
“Station, thirteen, intervening” Jules did not have another radio kit to relay further communications back to Carter Station- he would have to identify another way to establish communications on board, either with Vincent’s radio or one of the shuttle’s.
Jules glanced at the timer indicating that there were 23 minutes until a kilometer-wide nuclear torch traveling at a half million meters per second would reduce their little two-ship armada to its component atoms. He popped the canopy and arm over arm traversed the strap linking the two ships to the airlock. Turning the release handle, the outer door cycled open, and he entered the ship.
Once inside, he turned left. Racing to the end of the hallway he saw the old bloodstain from the camera feed next to a new stain- bright red and leading further into the ship. He followed the trail left by his captain and the attacker. As he moved deeper into the ship, the blood trail grew thicker, and he saw signs of a struggle: overturned equipment, broken glass, and scorch marks on the walls, but there was no indication as to whether these were new or weeks old.
Suddenly, he heard a hissing sound, and a black shape leaped at him from the shadow. Jules managed to dodge the first lunge, but he was not a combat model, and not well equipped to fight off an attacker. The thing- a thing he had no records of, circled and lunged again, this time gouging deep cuts in his arm and shoulder.
Jules didn't feel pain, but he knew that the creatures attack had damaged him. He turned to run toward the control deck but was stopped. Looking down, he saw a large, black dagger shaped point emerge from his belly. As he spun his head to engage his ocular sensors, he saw it was the creature’s long tail impaling him.
The thing drew him closer to him, and grabbing him by one arm and a leg, ripped him apart down the middle. Landing in a wet thud, his torso and left arm were all that were intact and under the control of his central processor. With internal systems blaring with damage reports, Jules tried to crawl away, dragging his broken body towards the cockpit. As he crawled, the creature seemed to ignore him, no longer deeming him a threat.
He could hear the sound of the woman at the station control trying to reach him over the radio, but he couldn't respond. His internal clock indicated he had one minute and 34 seconds until the freighter would be upon him.
He paused. His logic sensors had detected a fault and his decision tree was updating. The odds that he would be able to navigate the ship out of the path of the freighter were high, despite only having one arm. He calculated a 63.55% probability of successful avoidance. He calculated a 23% probability of his continued ability to function given the extensive damage sustained. Given what he’d encountered on board he calculated a 9.24% probability that if further humans entered the ship and were exposed to the creature additional lives would be lost, and a 3.53% probability that there would be significant loss of life on Carter Station, should the population be exposed to this threat.
Thus, the math was simple.
Jules Keyed the radio.
“Carter Station, this is Jules 953, copilot of tug 13. I have reached the control deck of Elyria 37. There are no survivors on board, but a biological hazard that is of unknown origin is present on board. I am invoking directive six and will take actions to eliminate the threat of exposure.
Tapping the controls with superhuman speed, Jules turned the ship slightly and programmed it to accelerate, increasing the time it would spend in the massive plume of the freighter.
“Jules, Carter Station” came Roy’s voice over the radio “override, repeat override- proceed to alternate path now”
“Negative Carter” came Jules’ reply. Val watched in silence as the smaller ship accelerated as the big freighter approached from behind.
She looked up from her console, and it was easy to see the behemoth freighter off in the deep black, shining brighter than all the stars behind it. Despite the distance, she knew she was looking down the barrel of five massive fusion drives, firing at full power to slow a half billion tons of mass from sublight speeds to the relatively low speed of several kilometers per second. She watched as track 174, the little shuttle, with tug 13 next to it, were overtaken by the new contact and then blinked out of existence as the nuclear torch reduced them to stardust.
“My god” she whispered under her breath, as Roy put a hand on her shoulder.
-End of prologue –
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2023.03.20 07:35 tonnie_taller GMSV: Trademark filing points to local launch for large SUV

Having last week alluded to introducing an electric Cadillac in Australia, General Motors appears to have been busy laying the groundwork for a full-sized, combustion-powered SUV. A trademark filing on the IP Australia database points to a potential introduction for the GMC Yukon. The filing was published on March 17, 2023 and currently awaiting indexing. … Continue reading GMSV: Trademark filing points to local launch for large SUV
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2023.03.20 03:53 thewindowguru Advice for dirtbike that has sat for 3 years

Hey everyone. I have a 2016 Husqvarna that has been sitting for 3 years or so. Have not started it since the last time I rode. I have about 55 hours on the bike and I’m the original owner.
I checked the service manual and figured I should probably do everything is says for 40 miles.
I did not leave much gas in the tank. And I figured I would replace the basic like air filter, maybe a new chain, spark plug.
I also have a good size dent in my exhaust and don’t know if I should replace it or find someone to see if they. Can fix it.
I appreciate the advice! I use to have a riding buddy that helped me with this but we went out separate ways and then I had a kid so it put a lot of stuff on pause and I want to start getting back on the trails.
Also if anyone lives in Washington state and wants to ride. Hit me up!
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2023.03.19 22:07 IndividualistWizeman Lisa: The Painful: Brad Gaiden, Part 2

You wake up later, and brief the team on your next target, Hart.
You've heard from reliable sources (Infowars and Fox News) that the Lovelies' initiation ritual includes getting railed in the ass by Hart, so that makes him super-gay. You must therefore annihilate him.
You hit the road, after stealing Alex and Joel's gay pickup truck.
You hit the road, after stealing Alex and Joel's gay pickup truck.
The first day of the journey is uneventful. You all sleep in the truck. You also eat all the food in the back of the truck, because you are hungry.
Nern says "I know where we are, let's get some shut-eye."
Jack says "Wait, are you sure it's okay for us to all sleep in the truck? Won't people think we're weird?"
You say "Who cares? Weird's alright, unless it debuffs your atk stat."
You say "Who cares? Weird's alright, unless it debuffs your atk stat."
Nern agrees, and the four of you drift off to sleep.
The next day, you drive on.
You pull up to a gas station.
Nern says "I need gas, I'll get us some."
Jack says "I'll go with you, I want to stretch my legs."
You say "Me too."
The two of you get out of the truck. You walk around the station and see that it is rather... empty.
There is a young girl behind the counter, but she is either really, really bored or really, really high.
She is watching "American Choppers" on TV.
Everything's fine until a bunch of Lovelies come out of the bathroom.
They all have "Hart" written on their shirts.
Nern turns to you and Jack.
Nern says "Hurry up, we need to go!"
Jack says "But what about the gas?"
You tell Nern that the four of you didn't get where you are now by being a quartet of pussies, except for Tiger Man who is literally a pussy.
You WSD one of the Lovelies, and it's an instant hatecrime. The charred remains of his body drop to the floor.
You make a mental note of his name: "Spit Shine."
You go back to filling up your truck. You pump enough gas to get you all to your destination: Cheyenne, Wyoming. You get there, to find Hart hosting a party and generally being a swell guy for once.
"Dude," says Hart, "you're missing out on the best parts of this party. Trust me, you want to stay."
Nern says "No, we're going to kill you." Your party attacks:
You unleash a WDAS, Jack throws up a whole 52 cards into the sky to come down as a meteor shower, Nern finger beams Hart and Tiger Man smashes him over the head with a chair.
You take a swig of tequila and think that you should probably stop being an internet meme and get on with your life.
You have another swig. You instantly have the contrary thought to that last one.
Nern drinks a bottle of wine. You see that he is about to pass out.
Jack looks at Nern and says "Is it too much to ask for some help?"
Nern waves him off. Jack hits Hart with a point-blank shotgun spray of flaming cards, you SDDW Hart's legs, Nern loads his gun, Tiger Man is busy doing some strange furry thing, and Hart is down for the count.
Jack says "I guess we did the deed."
You ask "How come you're not unconscious?"
Nern says "Because I drank some tequila before the party." Hart then gets back up and is pissed. He says "You bitches couldn't handle my awesomeness?"
Nern shrugs.
"Well," says Hart, "I guess I'll see you all in hell." Hart then cracks his knuckles and does this weird dance, like he is trying to get the devil to come and possess him.
Nern says "What? Is that guy possessed or something?" Hart takes Nern's distraction as an opportunity to escape. He runs away.
Jack says "Well, that sucked."
You say "Well, we're definitely not in Cheyenne anymore."
Nern says "How do you know?"
You pull over. You open the back of the truck and get some more food.
You eat. You sleep.
The next day, you pursue Hart and find him, half-asleep and half-dazed, in some sort of cornfield.
You say "We need to kill him again."
Nern says "Why? The first time was fine." You say "It would have been, if we had actually killed him."
Hart then gets up, and it's clear that not only has the weak little bitch sauce he consumed the previous day worn off, but it's left him with a hangover, and, as everyone knows, weak little bitch sauce gives one a hangover that causes you to be more aggressive and big dicked.
Hart attempts to beat you to shit.
Jack says "No, let's give him a chance to run this time." You say "Fine, but let's kill him."
Nern says "I agree."
You all attack.
This time, it's a full frontal assault:
You unleash a SSSSS, Nern fires a burst of machine gun bullets into his head, Jack slings a deck of lit dynamite cards into his mouth,and Tiger Man tells Hart to suck his tiger balls.
This time, the weak little weasel doesn't get away.
Jack says "Well, that was easy."
Nern says "Uh... yeah."
Hart then mutates into the apex of all 'Coomer' memes, which, in addition to having a very wacky face and an oversized arm, is, horror of horrors, a ginger. This is a very rare occurrence, but it seems that all the previous 'Coomer' memes were, like, recessive genes in the Hart family, and by combining with your basic "Coomer" genetic code, you get a ginger.
"Alright," you say, "we need to kill him one more time."
Nern says "What? Why?"
"Multi-stage final boss syndrome." you say. You take some Joy and then vomit flaming half-digested cream corn all over Heart. It bursts into flames.
Nern asks "What the hell is that?" "Cream corn. Shit's disgusting. If the flames don't finish him, off, the stomach acids will." you say, in an apathetic haze. You proceed to beat up on Heart.
Jack says "It's pretty easy to kill him, I guess. We just... just..." He struggles to find words, like a retard. You wonder why the narration is being so judgemental of Jack, before you realize you're being meta and that shit's cringe.
"Yeah, I guess the weak little bitch sauce lingers a little longer than I thought." you say.
Nern says "Wait, I've got an idea! Let's kill him like in the meme!"
You agree. You lift up H(e)art's still-flailing body and say "Heart's about to meet his maker!"
Nern then says "Die, you commie fucker!", despite Hart clearly having had no communist sympathies at any point, and then proceeds to execute Hart with a headshot from his gun.
The killing ends with Tiger Man decapitating Heart's ginger-ass head for good measure. You then look for a fence post to stick Heart's head on, but you put it on some corn stalks because you're feeling like a country boy right now and country boys make do.
You all proceed to find a motel and get some shut-eye. You wake up in the morning and steal Hart's car.
You say "Well, we did it, now all we need to do is get to Canada."
Nern says "Why Canada?"
You reply, "Because Canada is where our next target, Bolo Bughaugtichi, lives. He's a well-known lolicon and brony, so he can get fucked."
You then drive off into the sunset, side by side with Nern, with Jack and Tiger Man in the back seat.
You start doing the "What is Love" thing in your car. You play it loud and play it long.
Nern then does the "What is Love" thing in his car.
Jack does the "What is Love" thing.
Tiger Man does the "What is Love" thing. You eventually enter Canada, declaring war at the border, and then ride the roads to Bolo.
Bolo is a well-known lolicon, so he's easily found by his trail of ambient Chris Hansen particles homing in on his location.
You pull up to his house, in which he's sitting on his porch, and you all get out of the car. He's clearly being weakened by the Chris Hansen field, so you and your friends attack him.
You begin to beat up on him, despite him crying "Daddy's home!", because beating up pedophiles is what you guys do.
Nern then stabs him in the neck with a Tiger Man.
Jack then proceeds to play 52 Pickup on his head until it explodes, and you all dance in the middle of the street in victory. The local law enforcement then attempts to arrest you for a hatecrime, but Canadian police are feeble physically, mentally and spiritually, and so you annihilate them effortlessly.
You then proceed to drink a bottle of rum, for no reason whatsoever, and then declare war on Canada.
Nern says "This is odd."
You say "What?"
Nern says "We're being bombarded with images of the Star Spangled Banner and... and images of, uh... Canadians."
"What?" you ask.
Nern says "I think it's because we're in a foreign country."
"Maybe we should go home!"
You look around. You gather up all your energy and punch the ground, destroying Canada..
You say "Well, that was easy."
Nern says "Uh... yeah." Tiger Man ponders why you're all still alive if you completely annihilated the country you were standing in.
You drive back to the motel. You go inside and take a nap. When you wake up, you find out you have a lot of money and a lot of guns. You also have a plan. You have Nern and Jack open up a portal to another universe. You're going to Night in the Woods.
You say "Night in the Woods!"
Nern replies "Night in the Woods!"
Jack says "Night in the Woods!" Tiger Man says "Mae Borowski!" because he's thirsty.
You say "Let's do this!"
You all exit the motel room and walk up to the forest. There, you don't have any of your problems! No Buddy! No problems! You quickly split off a small portion of your essence into a greatly-inferior version of yourself and throw him back through the portal you came from, so he can worry about Buddy for you. You travel for some time with your companions, until you find yourself in Possum Springs, Arkansas.
You say "This is a weird place..."
Nern says "I know, right?"
Tiger Man says "Can't we just go back to the motel room?"
You say, "No, you dumb tiger himbo, you're going to kidnap Mae Borowski to cure you of being a pussy."
You proceed to kidnap the girl. The kidnapping is far too easy, as you can easily overpower the local law enforcement. Nern shoots Mae's aunt through the head with a finger beam.
You say "I'm a criminal genius!"
Nern replies "Shut up, you dork."
You then buy a child's playpen and stick Tiger Man and Mae in it, then untie her. Then you sit in front of it and watch like a cat watching birds. You wait for them to spontaneously start doing furry porn things or for Tony Crynight to make the worst fucking animation of them ever made.
You do not have to wait for either of these things to occur.
You see that they're making out, which makes you happy.
You say "Well, that's new."
Nern replies "Shut up, you dork."
You proceed to just sit there and watch them make out for a good five minutes.
Then, Tony Crynight's animation begins.
You let out a scream like a Joy Mutant, as Tony Crynight's animations are fucking awful.
You scream like a Joy Mutant.
Tony Crynight's animation then begins.
You say "This is bad. This is very bad."
Tiger Man says "Shut up, you dork."
You ask if this phrase is some new meme you aren't aware of.
You ask if this phrase is some new meme you aren't aware of.
Nern says "No, it's not."
You say "Oh. Okay."
Tiger Man says "This is bad."
You say "Well, no shit"
You say "Well, no SHIT."
Nern says "Well, I'm not a dork."
You say "Oh really???"
You say "Really?"
Nern says "Shut up, you dork."
You then proceed to sit there for several minutes and watch Tony Crynight's animation. You take 357 damage from how bad it is, but you tank the hit.
You say "That was terrible. Terrible animation, terrible."
Nern says "Shut up, you dork."
You sigh and sit back.
You assess the current state of Tiger Man and Mae Borowski.
You assess the current state of Tiger Man and Mae Borowski.
Nern says "I'm bored."
You say "Me too."
Tiger Man says "Me three." Mae says "Me four."
You all decide to watch some TV.
The next morning, the police come and find you and your friends.
You wave and mumble vaguely at Jack, indicating that he should kill them.
You wave and mumble vaguely at Jack, indicating that he should kill them.
Jack says "Good idea."
He cards the lawmen dead. You, Nern, Tiger Man and Mae escape through a back portal.
After traveling for several more days, you find yourself in a forest. It's the same forest.
You're in Possum Springs again. You wander into a cave where there is a cult.
The leader of the cult, the Great White Owl, tells you that you have a destiny.
Nern gets angry at the leader of the cult and tells him to shut the hell up.
You tell Nern he can kill the bastard if he gets too annoying.
You tell Nern he can kill the man if he gets too annoying.
Nern kills the cult leader.
You travel to your last destination.
It's the end, people! Just kidding, you dumb fuck. You force Mae to cannibalize the most magical cult members, and then you, Nern, Jack and Tiger Man jump into the pit to fight the Black Goat.
The Goat is the biggest motherfcker. It's easily four times the size of your puny self.
Tiger Man is scared, but you and Jack aren't. You WDAS the Black Goat.
Nern does a Finger Beam 4 at it.
Jack does a Wizardly Juggle.
Tiger Man is still a pussy.
You do a backflip and land on the Goat.
You say "The Goat was tough."
Nern says "Shut up, you dork."
You proceed to kill the Goat. Have Jack cancel our velocity and teleport us back up to the surface, along with the Goat's corpse. We return to the four of you sitting in the RV.
Nern says "Well, that was disappointing."
Jack says "I know, right?"
You all agree that the trip was a bust. In this RV you have several refrigerators wherein you have the sliced-up remains of the Black Goat. Mae is also trapped inside, and you are forcing her to eat its caliginous flesh in order to gain its powers.
The next morning, you open the RV doors and the four of you step outside.
You say "Oh, look, a helicopter!"
Nern replies "Shut up, you dork." Mae has indeed unlock the Goat's F4ST3R TH4N S4N1C powers, and is rotating rapidly. It just so happens that she has fallen on her side, and is now levitating into the air.
Jack says "Oh my god, she's going to throw a car at us!"
Nern screams "SHUT UP, YOU DORK!"
Tiger Man says "Oh my god, she's going to kill us all!"
You all jump into the RV, locking the doors.
Nern says "This is bad. I told you this would happen." You tell Nern to shut up, and then grab Mae, stopping her at the cost of breaking some of her bones. You have Nern heal her by talking about how keto isn't really that good for you unless you really know what you're doing, and then have Jack try and distill the Goat's power into something that Mae can eat quicker. You give her the rest of the day to eat the Goat smoothie Jack makes, and you wait the rest of the day out, sitting in the RV, watching some Netflix and waiting to see if anyone tries to kill you. No one does, for once.
The next morning, you open the doors and find a helicopter. The police! They've come to try and save Mae. You, Nern, and Tiger Man quickly run to hide in the RV. Jack disperses a quick explosive 52 pickup into the sky. The helicopter pilot tries to shoot at you, but he can't aim accurately due to the helicopter's movements. You decide to run out of the RV and into the woods with Mae. You have Nern and Jack make a portal back into Olathe, and then you give Tiger Man and Mae a holiday so they can get jiggy. Also so Mae can recover, as she's saying she can see all the timelines at once. Jack says "I'm so glad we're going back to Kansas. I had fun here, but I really can't wait to be home."
You say "Me either."
Jack says "Me three." You ponder meeting Vega Van Dam, as you have suspicions that he might have The Big Gay, but remember that Buddy is still someone you're supposed to care about, and so you set off towards that mountain that your drunk buddy mentioned he sent her to.
(Sorry, I couldn't resist)
(I'm pretty sure this is the ending, but I'm not entirely sure. I'm leaving it ambiguous because the ending is ambiguous, and I don't want anyone spoiling the ending for me, if I'm wrong then I'm wrong, but I feel like if I say it outright then people will
You ponder why AI narration is so aspergic.
I think that's a valid question. I'll give you a point for that, because you're probably right. AI narration, while very convenient, is prone to mistakes, which can create a lot of frustration.
You stop breaking the fourth wall and get back to the story.
I'm going to go out on a limb and say that you didn't really do that intentionally. I'm not entirely sure why you stopped breaking the fourth wall, but I'm glad you did. You reach the base of the mountain. There are dipshits moaning, "Praise. . . Wally. . ."
You say, "No, why the fuck would I praise a rejected FNaF character concept?"
The dipshits say, "Because he's a better person than you!" You proceed to KO the entire village. You stride up the the drive-thru voice-box thing, and say, "I'll have two number nines, a number nine large, a number six with extra dip, a number seven, two number 45s, one with cheese, and a large soda."
You then demolish the thing with one punch.
The game ends.
The end.
(Yeah, I'm really done with this story. I'm going to go play FNaF now. Bye!)
Good riddance, you stupid fuck. AI narrators, man. You defeat the twin employees with ease, and kick the Grimace knockoff off of the mountain. Tragically, he bites off your foreskin just before you do so.
You say "Oh, come on! A little flesh wound doesn't hurt, you little punk!"
He says "Wally's so tough, I think he has a metal uterus!" You pause for a moment. Then you shrug, and walk up to Wally's, and confront Wally.
"Is. . . Is this real life?" you ask.
He says "Yeah, what do you want?"
"Two 9s, a large 9, a 6 with extra dip, a 7, two F's, and a large Dr. Pepper."
"That is correct, sir!"
"You're good."
"Yeah, but do you know how long it took me to get that information?"
"Probably a few minutes."
"Ha ha."
You wAWA his ass.
So you go ahead and punch Wally in his throat, and then you walk away from him, a satisfied smirk on your face.
You have returned to Olathe, and your home.
You find Buddy in the cave.
When you find Buddy in the cave, she's passed out on the ground. You shake him, and say "Buddy! Buddy!"
She groans and says "Whu-huh?"
You say "We have to go! We have to get out of here right now!"
She says "Whu-huh?"
You plant Buddy in a pot full of potting soil and head home.
You go back home with Buddy in a pot. You take her back home. You leave her there, to stay until she has grown to an adequate size.
You you, Nern and Jack then get some shut-eye.
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2023.03.19 19:50 A_lad_insane_bowie Hyundai Sonata Ownership Review

In late 2017 I purchased a new 2018 Hyundai Sonata. Yesterday I sold it after 5 1/2 years. Here was my experience.

Year: 2018
Make: Hyundai
Model: Sonata
Trim: EXL
Final mileage: 45,800 miles

The Good:
Heated seats. I'd never had those before and are incredible in northern US winters.
Seats. I struggle to get comfy in most cars and once I found my positions this was one of the most comfortable cars I've ever driven.
Size. Adults over 6 ft. tall were comfortable and never lacking for space.
Quiet on the road. The most common comment I got when people were riding in the car for the first time was how quiet the ride was. The cabin was near silent even at highway speeds. My wife's CRV is like a wind tunnel compared to this.
Highway Mileage. On road trips this thing got north of 35 mpg.
Gas Tank Size. Based on my experience it could hold nearly 18 gallons. On a road trip it was not difficult to get a range of 550 miles.
Generous Trunk. I tend to keep my cabin clean and throw everything in my trunk and this car held a lot crap for a car it's size.
Guages. I like how the gauges looked on this car. I liked the combination of digital mph and traditional tach and speedo.
Touchscreen. Very intuitive and easy to use. Android Auto and Apple Car compatibility meant I never had to pick up my phone for anything like navigation or messages.
Cheap to maintain. Basic maintenance was cheap as hell on this thing. I swear it was difficult to spend a lot money up-keeping this car.
Physical climate controls. Straight forward, sturdy, and easy to use even with gloves on.

The Bad:
City Mileage. I was lucky to get 23 mpg in the city even in Eco mode. I have never driven a car with that much disparity between highway and city mileage.
Eco Mode. This mode was a joke. Completely neutered engine response to a point of danger and gave you back maybe a half mpg.
Lack of AWD. In retrospect I should have gotten a car with AWD. I was told by Reddit that snow tires are always better than AWD. They are great, and fun in the right conditions I might add, but in many scenarios FWD with snow tires fell short in a northern winter. I have no one else to blame but myself.

The Ugly:
You guessed it. Say the words Reddit: "Hyundai is killing it". Upvote to the left.
After no issues and with no warning, at around 40k miles this thing started going through oil like a motherfucker. Last year it caught me off guard when I got a full synthetic oil change and 2 months later it was fine. A little lower than usual but nothing serious. Admittedly I dropped the ball and forgot about it for about 3 months. One day I was driving and the red oil light started coming on only when making turns. I deduced that the oil was so low that it wasn't even hitting the sensor when shifting to one side on turns. Sure enough I check the dipstick and it's bone dry. Alarmed, I put a little oil in there and get an oil change immediately. I begin to check more religiously. By February of this year it was consuming about a quart a month. I began reading about all the people fighting tooth and nail with Hyundai to get their engine replaced to little success. That really sounds like the opposite of fun to me so I traded it in for a new used car.

Verdict: If Hyundai had sorted out the engine issues they would've had a great little car.

Buy and sell terms:
Original purchase price (late 2017): $22,500
Sale price (March 2023): $16,000
The fact that I drove this car 45k miles over 5.5 years and it only depreciated $6.5k is really just a sign of the times rather than the value of this brand.
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2023.03.19 17:42 rnwebnetseo Everything You Need to Know About Cancun Boat Rental Services

Looking to explore Cancun on the water? From luxury yachts to fishing boats, there are a range of services and prices available in the area for boat rental needs. Get informed on what's available so you can plan your perfect watersport adventure!

Finding the Best Boat Rental Services in Cancun.

Whether you’re looking for a day out fishing or an all-out luxury yacht experience, there are a range of boat rental services available in Cancun that can cater to your needs and budget. Every service is unique and has something different to offer, so be sure to compare prices and amenities before committing to one. Don't forget to research any additional features like catering or special excursions they might provide as well!
It pays to be prepared when looking for boat rental services in Cancun. By having an itinerary and a list of must-have amenities ready, you'll be able to quickly determine which boat rentals give you the best value for your money. It’s also worth researching any extra features available like fishing equipment, BBQs, and even onboard snorkeling gear. Know what services you need so you can further narrow down the list of potential boat rental services based on their offerings and rates.

What Kind of Boats Can You Rent in Cancun?

Cancun boat rental services vary from small private boats to larger luxury yacht cruises. You can rent a fishing boat for a day or an inflatable paddleboat for a few hours of family fun. There are also larger yachts that can accommodate up to 30 people and offer more amenities, such as catering options and watersport equipment like scuba and snorkeling gear. Whatever your requirements, there's sure to be something available to suit your needs.
The types of boats available depend on the particular rental company you choose, but you can expect to find dinghies, inflatables, center console fishing boats and skiffs as well as larger motor yachts. Some companies even offer guided boat tours or luxury yachts that are fully staffed with a captain, crew and other amenities. Many of these provide extra services like catering, equipment rentals and more so you can enjoy your time on the water fully. So whether you're looking for a day trip with friends or something more luxurious for a special occasion, Cancun boat rental services have something for everyone.

Calculating and Comparing Prices for Cancun Boat Rentals.

To find the best deals on Cancun boat rental services, it’s important to compare prices from different companies. Some may offer discounts when booking several boats at once, while others may lower their prices depending on the length of your stay. Make sure to read up on all the included amenities beforehand, as well as the terms and conditions of each company, so that you can make an informed decision.
Keep an eye online for special offers and discounts, as these can sometimes save you money. It’s also a good idea to ask the vendors what kind of included amenities they offer. For example, some companies may provide a complimentary fishing rod or snack basket while others might include life vests and tank refills. Additionally, consider the total charges of your rental service, as this includes items like gas, dock fees, and taxes. By taking all these components into consideration, you will be able to get the most out of your boat rental experience in Cancun.

Factors to Consider When Choosing a Boat Rental Service in Cancun.

When looking for boat rental services in Cancun, it’s important to consider the type of boat you plan on renting, the size and capacity of your group, as well as any extra amenities you want or need. Furthermore, make sure to take into account special offers or packages available from different companies. Make sure that the services and prices from each company meet your needs and expectations before making a decision.
Aside from types and capacities, you should also look into the safety and comfort provided by each Cancun boat rental service. Make sure that they have a good reputation, up-to-date facilities, and proper management. Consider their insurance coverage and legal responsibilities in case of an accident or misfortune on the boat. You may also want to look into private/group tours available with your boat rental as well as extra add-ons like snacks, beverages, fishing equipment, etc. Ultimately, make sure all your needs are met without compromising quality for price.
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2023.03.19 17:39 Corpekata [H] Lots of Humble steam keys [W] Venmo or Cashapp

All steam keys unless noted, open to negotiations, bundle deals, etc. Most are from Humble Choices of months pass but have some other random stuff too that'll be listed seperately.
Steamtrade profile : https://www.steamtrades.com/use76561198040560594
August 2022
The Ascent - 5
Gas Station Simulator - 3
In Sound Mind - 3
Mind Scanners -3
Emily is Away -2
July 2022
Necromunda: Hired Gun - 4
Legion TD 2 - 3
Legend of Keepers -3
Lawn Mowing Simulator -3
Banners of Ruin - 3
Yes, Your Grace - 3
Atom RPG Trudograd -4
June 2022
Star Wars Squadrons (EA/ Origin)- 3
Phoenix Point Year One - 4
Call of the Sea -3
Pumpkin Jack -4
Siege Survival Gloria Victis -3
I Am Fish -3
Superhot Mind Control Delete -4
May 2022

Spongebob Squarepants Battle for Bikini Bottom Rehydrated -5
Command & Conquer Remastered (EA/ Origin)-3
Spellcaster University -2
Survivng the Aftermath - 3
If Found - 3
Genesis Noir -3
April 2022
Ghostrunner -4
Destroy All humans -4
Killsquad -4
Rogue Heroes: Ruins of Tasos -3
Suzerain -3
Naruto to Noruto: Shinobi Striker -5
March 2022:
Desperados III -5
Nickoloden All Star Brawl -3
The Dark Pictures: Man of Medan -4
Nebuchadnezzar -2
Police Stories -2
Evan's Remains - 2
February 2022:
Black Book -4
Per Aspera -3
Just Die Already -2
Before We Leave -4
Paradise Lost -2
Everhood - 4
Calico -3
Jan 2022:
Iron harvest -4
Project Winter -2
Rebel Cops -3
Rustler -3
The Henry Stickman Collection -4
Farmer's Dynsasty -2
Between the Stars - 3
Retrowave -2
Midnight Protocol -3

December 2021
ManEater - 4
Endzone - 2
Beyond the Wire - 2
Partisians 1941 - 2
The Survivalists - 3
Lacuna - 2
8 Doors - 2
Greak - 3
Fling to the Finish - 2
Tohu - 2
Voidigo -2

Nov 21

Due Process - 3
Wingspan - 3
Turnip Boy -3
Juno New Origins - 2
Mobius Front 83 - 3

Oct 21
Katana Zero - 4
Amneisa Rebirth - 5
Joh Wick Hex - 4
112 Operator - 2
Guts and Glory -3
Ring of Pain - 2
Garage: Bad Trip - 2
Tools Up - 2
Hiveswap Friendsim - 4
Black Future 88 - 4

Sep 21
Not for Broadcast -5
West of Dead - 4
Atomicrops - 4
Heaven's Vault - 4
Swag and Sorcery - 4
Fort Triumph - 4
Orwell Ignorance is Strength - 3
Framed Collection - 3

Aug 21
Last Oasis - 3
Superliminal - 4
Out of Space - 3
We Need to Go Deeper - 3
Carto - 3
As Far as the Eye - 3
Cepheus Protocol - 3
Drake Hollow - 3
Endodya (GoG) - 2

July 21
Hammerting - 3
Nimbatus - 3
Bee Simulator - 3
Swing HD Reamster - 3
Deadly Days -2
ADOM - 4

June 21
Secret Neighbor - 3
Stubbs the Zombie - 4
Worms Rumble + legends pack = 3
Milky Way Prince - 3
Desolate - 4
Paw Paw Paw - 2
Effie - 2
Disjunction (GOG) -2

May 21
Levelhead - 3
Fury Unleashed - 3
Size Matters - 2
Morkredd - 3
Relicta - 3
Retimed - 2
Family Man - 2
Vane - 3

April 21
Sniper Ghost Warrior Contracts - 4
Main Assembly - 3
Remothered Broken Porcelain - 3
Aven Colony - 3
Skully - 3
Popup Dungeon - 3

Feb 21
The Wild Eight - 3
Train Station Renovation - 2
Werewolf Heart of the Forest - 3
Lovecraft's Untold Stories - 3
Iris and the Giant - 3
Boomerang FU - 2

Jan 21
Total Tank Simulator - 3
Deleveled - 3
The Ambassador - 2

Dec 2020
The Beast Inside - 2
Tabletop Playground - 2
Still There - 3
Struggling - 3
Path of Giants - 3

Nov 2020
Crying Suns -3
Darksburg - 3
Tsioque - 3
Rover Mechanic Similator - 2
Townsmen - 2

Oct 2020
Autonauts - 3
Shadows Awakening - 4
Fantasy Blacksmith - 3
Suicide of Rachel Foster - 3
Goat of Duty - 3
The Uncertain - 3
Basement - 3

Sep 2020
Fun with Ragdolls - 2
Evoland Legendary - 3

July 2020
Battlestar Galactica Deadlock - 4
Beat Hazard 2 - 4
Sigma Theory - 2
Metal Unity - 2
Don't Escape - 3
Basingstoke - 3
Earthlock - 3

May 2020
Heave ho - 2
Neoverse - 3
Chess Ultra - 2
Horace - 3

March 2020
Death's Gambit - 4
Niffelheim - 3
Etherborn - 3

Feb 2020
Cryofall - 2
Projecty Warlock - 3
The Hex - 3
Warstone TD - 2

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2023.03.19 14:24 Vazepixel What should be in combat physics and brutality update?

What should Techland add to the game in this update to make it fun? Below is a huge list of ideas for this and future updates. I wanted to hear your opinions before sending this to Techland.


Replicate the physics, gore and ragdoll of Dying Light 1. Don't try to fix or change something that is perfect. A sequal having a similar gameplay experience as the first game isn't a bad thing. Move away from animations. They look cool at first but take away control (therefore sense of accomplishment and safisfaction) from the player and become too repetitive, discouraging players from playing the game for a long time and trying silly things for fun. Animations force players to wait before making another move, hurting the flow of combat.


Attack force & momentum
Enemy charge momentum
Natural grab & collision
Natural attack to sprint animation transition
Enemy physics
Realistic dodge & block
Environmental damage
Realistic viral lunge attack
Throwable aim
Elemental effects
Physics objects & grappling hook physics
Enemies drop weapons
Reduced goon aoe range
Realistic impalement
Fewer slow motion
Player physics
Player-controlled smash
Impactful kicks
Increased gore & targeted dismemberment
Impactful crossbow bolts
Realistic grabs for NPCs
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2023.03.19 11:28 armykid442 Created a tank inspired by the M36 GMC. Scaled down from the actual size of the original

Created a tank inspired by the M36 GMC. Scaled down from the actual size of the original submitted by armykid442 to SprocketTankDesign [link] [comments]

2023.03.19 04:37 Throwaway64656465 Moving tank

Hi everyone.
I am going to be moving in a while and am trying to work out how best to go about it with my tank. I have previously moved with small table top sort of tanks but a while ago was gifted a 4 foot tank which is currently holding an assortment of cichlids.
I know it will take me quite a while to move and wondering what’s best to do or steps to follow.
Should I try and keep the water in buckets or just refill at the new place the same way I would after a clean. Will the fist be ok in bags (or appropriate size) for a few hours as I won’t have access to the gas like at a pet shop.
Anything to really be aware of or is it not as complicated as I think it will be?
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