Coloring pages for january month
Corrupting children's coloring books.
2014.03.12 12:36 CrayonsForBrains Corrupting children's coloring books.
Get some crayons and a coloring book to turn adorable pictures into twisted and or hilarious corruptions of their former selves.
2018.07.29 04:11 coffee-mugger mangacoloring: Image board, tips & general discussions
A subreddit dedicated to, well, coloring manga (Japanese comics). It is an image board as well as a discussion hub.
2011.07.18 15:41 savtube The Largest Coloring Group on Reddit
Coloring! or Colouring? Either way, Yay!!! Coloring books, line art, abstract, anime, that weird stain on your desk, whatever!
2023.06.05 15:13 hbialowas Hit 100 classes on my 100th day
And my first Define class! I’m not sure why I was expecting the class to be more orange theory-like, but I was really happy with the pace of the class and the movements. Curious if anyone grabs three weights instead of 2? We were encouraged to try 8 and 10, but I definitely felt like I could have used a 15 in some moves and in others could have used a 5. Either way, excited I reached my goal before I leave for the month! Woohoo, definitely understanding the addiction now 💪🏻
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2023.06.05 15:12 GlryX Guy surprises his pharmacist for pride month
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2023.06.05 15:11 haroldkebba I Think My Village Was Haunted By God... [Part 1]
I hope this is the right place and someone can tell me what may have been going on in my village. I moved here a few weeks ago. It's a small village in the heart of Russia and my parents and I came here because things start to get really bad in Moscow and my father lost his job. I don't know why we had to move to this isolated village, so far away from civilization. Maybe my parents wanted peace and quiet? To escape the things in that city, the poisoned minds?
The houses here had all been far below average in price. Almost everyone who lives here has moved here recently.
But, there are crazy rumors about this village that people tell each other. It was found abandoned in the mid-nineties. Where everyone went, no one knows. They say that no signs of people were found at all, nothing. But... everywhere in and around the village… strange patches of earth had been discovered, circular and smooth. Not only in the forest or on the road, but also in the dilapidated wooden houses. At our new neighbors' house, one of the mysterious spots had supposedly been found right in the living room floor, where the floorboards had been just cut away.
These rumors scare me. I am afraid of this village. But yesterday... I was redoing the floor in my room with my father and there... I found a notebook under the old boards. I hid it from my father, I don't know why... Someone must have left it there.
Last night... that's when I read it. I read it and now I'm incredibly afraid of this house and this village. Of the fields and the woods that surround me. The notebook apparently belonged to someone called Ilya Vasiliev. I have tried to translate what he wrote, hoping that someone here can help me find an explanation for the rumors. For this uneasy feeling that I have since I moved here...
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I am fine. I want that to be clear from the beginning. My story is strange and in huge parts troubling, but I am still in the best state of mental health.
I am fine!
My story begins seven months ago, in December 1979, when deep winter was upon our village. We were preparing for Christmas, the first Christmas to be celebrated publicly throughout the village, after years of having to practice our faith in secret because the Soviet government did not allow religions. Only in the last few years did the Reds' view loosen and they allowed small islands of faith. One of them was my village, which finally dared to celebrate and praise the Lord.
I have been a believer all twenty years of my life, an exemplary Christian, just like my parents. Faith had kept our family line alive in times of terror and misery. Death had always been close to us, as the fields where most of the population of our village had worked for generations had once brought the end of hundreds of people. Many years ago, on those fields, atrocities had occurred that had finally given them their present name: The Fields of Death.
I myself had not been born back then, not by a long shot, but my grandparents had spent their childhood there, a childhood full of hunger and depravity. My grandfather Fomenko often told me and my sister the stories he had experienced and how faith had saved everyone. There had been a long, cold winter and the grain had been confiscated by the government to be taken to the cities for distribution. After all, the grain belonged to all the people, not just those on the farms who planted it, tended to it, and harvested it. And so, the only food of that time left my grandfather's village and never came back. Some of his neighbors had once tried to hold back some grain, to hide some sacks, but when they were caught, a hail of bullets determined their fate. People lived in fear, not daring to stop working, not daring to keep for themselves the food that was destined for the common good. In those days, horrors happened in my village that I cannot truly picture today, not even when I hear my grandfather's usually clear voice begin to tremble. When I see in his eyes that he would rather forget, in order to experience a peaceful sleep once again… someday.
He told us about those horrors to warn us of how quickly life can plunge from safety into infinite terror. Winter had reigned. The grain was being hauled away. They still shot all those who tried to keep back pieces of it, be it a sack or some husks that had fallen from a cart. In time, hunger began to drive people in our village insane. Parents locked up their children so they wouldn't be taken by neighbors to feed their hunger. Friends turned their backs on each other and killed each other in fights for the last livestock that was still breathing. The streets reeked of decay and death, of misery and suffering. One day, my grandfather told us, he had hidden in the back room of his house while his parents dragged themselves, emaciated, to the fields to pick the last scraps of grain from the furrows with their dirty, half-frozen fingers. He had come across a book there, a book that had saved his life.
The word of God. An old Bible.
My grandfather had learned to read at an early age, one of the sad advantages of living in the Soviet Union.
It was in the room I now live in that Grandfather Fomenko had found the dusty book. Actually, he had been looking for something to eat, the days before he had found some sawdust. But despite his hunger and the grumbling in his stomach, eating the book was out of the question. Books were sacred, and no book as sacred as this one. He had begun to read and learned about the greatness of the Lord. Of the miracles his Son had performed. And of the magic of faith. His stomach had growled, but he had ignored it. The words gave him comfort.
The next day he immersed himself in the book again, disappearing into better worlds and times, hearing wisdom and encouragement. But around noon there was a knock at the door. My grandfather emphasized each time that he had not been afraid, that he had known that the Lord would protect him, when the old neighbor gained entrance to our house armed with a cleaver. It was clear what he wanted: Meat. My grandfather told us each time about how the neighbor had looked more undead than human, stinking and with sunken eyes, smelling like death from his mouth, the cleaver trembling in his hand.
"I'm sorry, boy," was all the man could get out.
My grandfather tried to mimic this poor man’s voice at the end of his wits, to express his pain through words so that we understood that poor fellow a little.
The Lord's words had given courage to my grandfather in his most terrible moments. He had stood up and firmly said:
"Away with you, the Lord protects the inhabitants of this house!"
But the intruder did not care, coming closer. And so, my grandfather again sought comfort and prayed. He prayed for mercy and peace and for his life. He would serve the Lord for the rest of his days. Trust Him blindly.
Suddenly, like a gruesome miracle, the famished intruder let out an inhuman groan and collapsed, lifeless and debilitated. There had been no hunger for my grandfather and his family for a week after that. My grandfather had been praying to the Lord since that day, thanking Him for His mercy. The story spread around the village and out of desperation or hope, in the next few days everyone secretly knelt in front of small wooden crosses they had made themselves and prayed to the Lord. A week later, like a miracle, the long-awaited delivery of grain arrived, along with spring. There had not been another bad time since then.
These events are the reason for the faith in our village... and our family. The psalm my grandfather had prayed as the hungry neighbor attacked had become the guiding psalm of our faith. All these years we had not been able to celebrate Christmas with the other families, but since the restrictions on faith communities had been relaxed, we had all finally decided to celebrate the holy festival in the village square. And so, we started the preparations.
There, in those evening hours, my part of the story begins. I and my younger sister Zarina, together with other youths and young adults, were fetching wood for the fire that was to burn in the center of our village. So, we went out into the night, dressed with thick pelts, to fetch logs from the edge of the fields that some men had prepared.
My breath could be seen as an icy breeze in the dawning darkness and I was already looking forward to dancing around the fire with everyone later, drinking good drinks and eating sumptuously. I was glad that we didn't have to walk across the fields themselves, but could stroll along their edge to get the logs.
You can feel death when it has hit a place. I was glad that I didn't have to work the fields myself, and had learned the carpentry trade. Therefore, I was spared from having to wander around there every day, among the echoes of past atrocities and sadness.
We were all in good spirits, strolling over the muddy ground, when all at once Zarina pointed up and into the clear night sky.
"Look, an angel is descending!" she exclaimed excitedly.
We all looked to where her outstretched hand pointed. A round light glowed in the night sky, glaring yellowish and shining strangely cold.
"It's singing! At Christmas! The Lord puts our feast under his sign!" Zarina cried.
We stopped and listened into the silence of the night. At first, I could hear nothing, at first, everything remained quiet, and only the distant beating of axes and the rustling of the wind in the treetops were audible.
But then, there in the wind, I could hear it, briefly but clearly. It was a kind of melodic whisper, joyful, yet also strange and otherworldly. It was heard only very briefly, and soon died away as the glow flew out of sight and disappeared somewhere far away.
"Let's go find the angel! Let's..." Zarina cried, continuing excitedly, but I interrupted her.
"We have to get the wood. We can report back to the village later, if it hasn't already been noticed there too," I said.
"You heard the singing! Surely that was an angel. Shall we leave it there? It may have gotten hurt, it must have hit something!" Sasha murmured.
Sasha was my oldest friend and one of the boys who worked on the fields. He had always been very caring and had always tried to help where he could. His parents were long dead and the old lady who had raised him was no longer around, either. So, he struggled along, working the fields, but the rest of us looked out for him.
"Shouldn't we go and look for it, Ilya?", Sasha continued to urge me anxiously.
We thought about it for a long time but decided to leave the decision to the others in the village. Trusting the Lord to guide our actions, we quickly moved on in the direction of the woodcutters to complete our task.
We were not the only ones who had seen the glow. When we returned to the village square loaded with logs, everyone was in great excitement and full of joy that the Lord had sent us this sign of His greatness. Not everyone agreed whether it was an angel or a return of the poinsettia that had been witnessed, but everyone was sure that the Lord had sent us encouragement. So, we celebrated our first Christmas full of joy and pleasure, with good food, dancing and singing, full of happiness and under the protection of the Almighty Lord. I will always think back to those days, always keep in my heart how I glimpsed a part of the Lord in the sky.
We all talked about the event and even the older people were fascinated and inspired. Even my grandfather and the others who had witnessed the worst death and misery in the world seemed to slowly find a spiritual peace they would never have dreamed of otherwise. They were happy and strengthened in their faith. However, we were not sure if it had really been an angel who had come down and so we hesitated to go and look for the creature of God.
But in the night, after the light had shone in the sky, I was awakened by Zarina crying in her sleep. I straightened up and slowly paced over to her bed, where in the semi-darkness she began to squirm, shaken by spasms.
"No, no, no..." she moaned painfully.
I began to shake her to wake her up. Zarina did not respond to me. Her face was like a distorted mask hiding something bad underneath. Her breathing became shallow, and she began to whimper. I was terrified and began to pray. The Lord had to save her, He just had to save her!
Zarina twitched more and more, started coughing and whimpering louder and louder. Slowly, the rest of the family woke up and my parents and grandfather huddled tightly around her, praying for her to open her eyes.
"Please, don't take our child! She has only been in your world for fourteen years..." my father cried, as panicked and desperate as I had ever seen before.
His thick, black mustache trembled with fear.
Then, abruptly, Zarina stopped convulsing.
For a terrible moment she just lay there, her hair disheveled, her face pale in the glow of the candle my mother held over her.
"Mom, Dad, Ilya, Grandpa... what's wrong?" she suddenly asked sleepily.
For a moment it was as if nothing had happened, as if I hadn't just seen my sister almost die, but then she began to cry.
"What's wrong, dear?" my father asked, just as pale in the face as Zarina.
It took a while before she found some calm and was able to talk to us.
Finally, she croaked:
"I saw the angel. I was with him."
A revelation? Had the Lord touched my sister?
We all said another prayer and finally, filled with awe, I asked:
"Where did you see the angel? Is it here? With us?"
She looked at me briefly, seemed to hesitate for a little moment, and then reported:
"I was with it… in a dream. It was in a white village, a village made of angel dust. I saw it. It didn't have wings and that's why at first I wasn't sure if it was an angel. However, soon it spoke to me."
"What did it say, Zarina?", I asked tensely.
"It said it was not God, but 'the Witness'. It sounded like a man and a woman and a child and a baby and... It felt peaceful. Calm and carefree. Then I woke up."
"An angel. Angels are the witnesses of God, that's how it must be!" my father said enthusiastically.
Suddenly, everyone seemed to be talking at once.
No one knew what Zarina's words meant, but we were sure that they contained something incomprehensible that we, as ordinary people, could not understand. But everyone was delighted. Everyone was caught in a beautiful dream.
The next day, the adults sat together in the large barn near the edge of the village, which was used for community events. Most of them found seats on the lined up wooden benches and the rest stood crowded against the old walls, some of which were already rotten. Dimitri, probably the closest thing to a mayor, sat at a heavy pine table at the end of the room, staring at the crowd, while my parents and Zarina sat on old chairs in front of him. Tensely, the crowd looked at them, waiting for someone to say something. Finally, Dimitri cleared his throat thoughtfully.
"You... all saw or heard about the falling star. It was brighter than the others that keep crossing our sky and much more... melodic. Some even heard the singing. Whoever still doubted that the Lord sent us his messenger... doubts are now useless. Zarina has received a vision. She has seen how the angel, who was sent by God, walked on our earth, and visited a village and consecrated it with its grace. She has seen the angel marching to spread holiness in these lands..."
"Are we sure?"
Mary, the dressmaker, had stood up. She was still young, my age and Sasha's, and she always wore her blond hair carefully braided, her dresses self-made, blood red and flashy, with silver embroidery. As always, she wore makeup - a luxury not many could afford. In other places she would have been considered a lady, but she was also a skeptical person, and I had not liked her very much since childhood, because she often made insinuations that seemed to go against the Lord. Also, she had never played with us outside and had always thought of herself as someone… better. I was shocked that she now so obviously doubted the Lord's actions.
"Mary. Zarina has seen a vision. The Lord spoke to her through her dreams! An angel has joined us. How can you deny it?" my father asked coldly.
"I'm not denying it, I'm just saying, what if there is something dark that the angel was sent to fight? What if it is going into battle against some unknown evil? The angel may be spreading sanctities, but we have no idea if it is trying to redeem us or defend us..."
"It said it was a witness of God," I noted.
"That's what Zarina said when she woke up."
"Then it is benevolent to us! We must find it!" someone shouted from one of the back rows.
An excited murmur began to spread through the room.
"Silence!" Dimitri thundered.
His face looked hard but determined.
"We have to get to it! If it is a message from heaven that the angel wants to bring us, we must hear it! How many can we spare? Who would even want to voluntarily leave the village? We don't know how long the journey will be, and you yourselves know how dangerous this area can be..."
A loud commotion broke out. Everyone shouted at once and volunteered. I also jumped up and loudly offered to go out to look for it.
The angel. The Witness of the Lord.
I imagined meeting it in a clearing, under a full moon. Hearing its bright voice, gaze in awe at its graceful form, and fall to my knees in prayer before it.
"SILENCE!" Dimitri shouted.
"You can't all go. The kids wouldn't make it in the deadly cold out there. Let seven go. Seven is the Lord's number, there must be seven! Seven workers from the fields! We can't spare any more!"
"You can't be serious!" I cried out.
Cold anger boiled up inside me.
"I want to go, too. We all want to. You can't just stand there and make a decision like that!"
Others joined in.
"SILENCE," Alexeij now thundered, the master blacksmith.
"We need you! Daniil, Ilya, Nikita, you have a job to do! We can't get by without you! You can't go, be reasonable!"
"But if the Lord wills it, he will make sure that everything here will work out. That nothing will happen!", I tried to argue, still boiling with anger.
"No. Winter is tugging at our huts, we need you," my father said slowly.
"So do the others. Without you, it's going to be tight. The fields lie under the snow, but everything else will be weakened by time and storms. We can only spare the field hands. Besides, they're the ones most likely to withstand the cold and the wilderness; after all, they're constantly out on the Fields of Death, toiling in the wind and rain. They'll all make the trip!"
I tried to change his mind, and several came to my aid, all those who were also forced to stay.
"You can manage without a dressmaker! I want to go too!" Mary cried defiantly, her cheeks red with anger, her nose wrinkled.
This young woman really believed she deserved the sight of the angel! She really believed her hypocrisies would deceive the Lord, despite her obvious doubts about His divinity!
Others also complained, young and old, many who didn't deserve to go and even those who did.
But it didn't help.
Dimitri was in charge. Everyone knew that. If we started to contradict him, our village would soon end up in chaos. And deep down I knew that I had to stay. That I had to take care of my sister, who would not survive a trip in the snow. That I had to repair the huts that the storms would eat away at.
Sasha was a field worker, he was allowed to go. Sasha and Sofia, Anatoly and old Igor, Ivan and Yulia and Mikhail. When the decision was made, a decision many of us accepted only with heavy hearts and which brought out deep envy in several faces, some of the chosen ones began to cry. They were happy, fulfilled... satisfied. They would see the messenger of the Lord, hear its melodious voice, sing its hymns.
Why wasn't I allowed to go? Why was the world so unfair? I had always believed in the Lord, prayed to Him, been subject to Him and lived according to His will. Why hadn't he chosen me to see his messenger? I had been so proud back when I had been allowed to learn the carpenter's trade and thus had not to go to the Fields of Death to toil there. At that time, I had felt like someone better when I saw Sasha and Sofia setting out early in the morning with all the other workers, with their old-fashioned plows and thick, shabby clothes.
Was this the punishment for my arrogance?
The Lord knew everything. He had seen what repulsive thoughts I had had, how superior I had felt to the others. Perhaps it was my punishment that I was not allowed to go. Perhaps the Lord was no longer favorable to me and I would have to prove myself to Him.
The next day, the seven set out north. They were seen off with singing and dancing; they were the center of the village’s attention. Envy threatened to drown me.
Why not me? Why wasn't I allowed to go? Why did I have to stay here?
And I knew: it was because of these thoughts. I wasn't pure enough. I had to get better, work on myself.
As the others disappeared from sight, as the small group seemed to be swallowed up by a patch of forest between distant trees, an icy chill ran down my spine.
What if they really did encounter evil? What if Mary had been right?
I prayed to the Lord that they would return home safely: Even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.
He would bring them home safely, our pilgrims. I did not begrudge them their happiness. I was not a selfish person, was not complacent like Mary or some others in the village. I lived by the word of the Lord and I would not begrudge them.
They would all return home safely.
I continued to stare into the distance for a long time as my suppressed envy sought to consume me. But I was winning.
For darkness is as light to you.
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Even though the days and weeks passed, I never forgot to think of all those who had set out to witness the glory of the Lord. The cold winter had passed and frost and cold left the land, so that soon we could begin to prepare the fields for sowing. Since the sighting of the angel had caused us to let some of the farm workers leave, and they stayed away longer than we had expected, I had to join others in helping to plow the Fields of Death. The work was exhausting and made me physically very tired, since I still had to work in the carpenter's shop as well. We could not afford tractors, so we still had to resort to older tools. So, it happened that one day I was driving one of the hand plows through the dirty ground and was lost in my thoughts and full of sweat.
I was quite far away from the village, as the nearby surroundings had been worked shortly after the beginning of the thaw. The fields were extensive, partly reaching further than the eye could see. Only in one direction the dense forest extended, which introduced the beginning of a dark hilly landscape, that finally merged northward into high, alien mountains, whose white peaks rose high into the sky and, like once the tower of Babel, blasphemously tried to penetrate the heavens. But next to these distant giants there was only the plain, the vast plain that had to be tilled.
I hated the field work. And I hated the fields.
Every time I even thought about this piece of hell that had become reality long ago, my stomach turned. All the events that clung to this dark place, all the human lives and suffering that had sown the ground with death and blood here many years ago....
It was even worse when you stood in the fields yourself, truly being there on your own. It was as if I could smell it in the air, the rot of the starving and the hot blood that had watered the soil. It was as if I could still hear in the air the cries and wailing of the people who had met their end here, who had pleaded for their lives and the lives of their children and friends. It was as if I could see them in the early morning fog banks that lay on the Fields of Death, the shadows of people past, crawling and cowering, weak and starved. I had to pull myself together and look away, into the forest. A place does not forget, a place always remembers the days gone by and the cries that had been.
The plow pulled through the ground, ripping a furrow behind it. It was almost a bit comforting to imagine I was gutting this place of horror with my labor, inflicting deep wounds. Hypnotized, I stared down over and over again, watching the ground swirl to one side, smelling the fresh earth being pushed to the surface. But never could I escape my terrible feelings and the forebodings, never could I forget what kind of place I was at.
The few times I looked to the forest beside me, my thoughts wandered enviously to all those who had set out to find the angel. Had they reached it yet? Had they already learned from it what needed to be done for God's power on earth to be strengthened so that false prophets and promises could be swept away? How to drown the selfishness of the state? What needed to be done to serve the Lord?
Oh, how I would have loved to be there! How I would have loved to go with them, but I also understood the decision not to send everyone, and I understood my family's objections. I was needed here. I could serve the Lord here by tilling the fields and taking care of the soil and the sowing. I had to care for my sister.
I had already made several furrows when noon came. The sun was almost not visible, just a murky spot behind the clouds, and the fog had not lifted either. The world looked pale and apathetic. But amongst all the desolation I could suddenly hear something, something that seemed to come out of the forest.
It was at first just like a rustling in the wind that sounded a bit too regular, such that it triggered a natural uneasiness in me. I looked into the forest, but could hardly make out anything through the dense plants and the still lingering fog. That is why it was left to my own thoughts to imagine what was there, what was producing this strange noise.
I could not remember any animal that made similar sounds, was at a loss.
Suddenly, a bang echoed through the forest, accompanied by a panicked scream that broke inhumanly from the trees and spread across the fields.
Then, something new joined the sounds in the air.
The trees and bushes rustled, almost seemed to be torn apart.
Something was running through the forest, something seemed to be... coming right at me.
Was it perhaps a startled bear, an elk, or a wild boar?
Had one of the hunters from the village accidentally startled an animal, scared it in the wrong direction and now wanted to warn us with their cry? But then, why this panicked sound...?
I paused, took my hands off the rusty handles of the plow, and turned toward the forest. Still, I could only see fog, I could only hear rustling, but slowly I could also make out grunts and groans coming to me from the fog. It sounded heavy and panic-stricken.
Was I in danger? I began to pray to the Lord and ask him for assistance. I was not a fighter and so I had to hope that nothing would reach me from the depths between the trees that could easily tear me apart.
Even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.
My baptismal motto gave me courage. The Lord saw me, even in my darkness, and would be with me.
For darkness is as light to you.
Then, someone burst out of the bushes and the fog and rushed toward me.
It was Sasha.
I almost didn't recognize him. His skin was pale, almost snow-white. His black hair stuck to his sweaty face. His pants and jacket were almost completely torn, so I could see his dirty shirt and his cut and bruised legs through the holes. There were also some small cuts on his face that worried me. Sasha's eyes twitched searchingly, panicked, and in his hand, he held the rifle that he had taken with him when he had once set out. Apparently, he had run through brush and thorns, had gotten scrapes and wounds from stones and branches.
When he saw me and looked at me with his big, panic-filled eyes, I became horridly afraid.
It was as if… behind his eyes there was no Sasha anymore, but only an animal. As if instinct had taken over his thoughts when an unnamable terror had entered his world. An animal inside him, which had enabled him to escape from... something.
Sasha staggered out of the forest, it was almost as if all strength left him now that he was back home. The rifle fell from his hand and dug into the mud beneath his feet. He limped slowly toward me, not taking his eyes off me. Then, suddenly, he wheeled around and looked back into the forest and the mist.
Only for a moment.
Again, he let out a shrill scream and sprinted the last few meters. When I looked into the forest myself, I saw nothing, only the fog.
But, didn't I feel a presence there, in the bushes? Between the trees?
I didn't see anything.
Sasha had reached me and collapsed. I quickly knelt down next to him and called for help. But the other field workers had already rushed over, obviously attracted by the rifle shot. I was in a trance, seeing only Sasha lying there, supporting his head. His eyes were still twitching around and despite my proximity he didn't seem to recognize me. He looked at me, confused.
"Sasha, what happened?", I asked, feeling his forehead.
Despite his paleness, he was uncomfortably hot.
A fever raged in his body. Who knew how long he had been running around there among the trees, his protective, warming jacket torn? With wounds that had not been tended and some of which were still bleeding?
Then another horrible thought occurred to me.
"Sasha, where are the others? Sasha, where are the others?"
This question apparently brought back some clarity that his gaze had not possessed before.
"They... they took them. Took all of them... All of them. All our brothers, all our sisters... all of them," he gurgled.
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So, this is the first part of what I found. I will hurry to translate the rest! But I will definitely stay out of the woods for now... They are still as creepy as described by Ilya in this document and fog ist still around every morning... Also, I don't know what to make of Ilya himself as well, is he just a religious nut and that is the explanation? I just don't know...
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The houses here had all been far below average in price. Almost everyone who lives here has moved here recently.
But, there are crazy rumors about this village that people tell each other. It was found abandoned in the mid-nineties. Where everyone went, no one knows. They say that no signs of people were found at all, nothing. But... everywhere in and around the village… strange patches of earth had been discovered, circular and smooth. Not only in the forest or on the road, but also in the dilapidated wooden houses. At our new neighbors' house, one of the mysterious spots had supposedly been found right in the living room floor, where the floorboards had been just cut away.
These rumors scare me. I am afraid of this village. But yesterday... I was redoing the floor in my room with my father and there... I found a notebook under the old boards. I hid it from my father, I don't know why... Someone must have left it there.
Last night... that's when I read it. I read it and now I'm incredibly afraid of this house and this village. Of the fields and the woods that surround me. The notebook apparently belonged to someone called Ilya Vasiliev. I have tried to translate what he wrote, hoping that someone here can help me find an explanation for the rumors. For this uneasy feeling that I have since I moved here...
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I am fine. I want that to be clear from the beginning. My story is strange and in huge parts troubling, but I am still in the best state of mental health.
I am fine!
My story begins seven months ago, in December 1979, when deep winter was upon our village. We were preparing for Christmas, the first Christmas to be celebrated publicly throughout the village, after years of having to practice our faith in secret because the Soviet government did not allow religions. Only in the last few years did the Reds' view loosen and they allowed small islands of faith. One of them was my village, which finally dared to celebrate and praise the Lord.
I have been a believer all twenty years of my life, an exemplary Christian, just like my parents. Faith had kept our family line alive in times of terror and misery. Death had always been close to us, as the fields where most of the population of our village had worked for generations had once brought the end of hundreds of people. Many years ago, on those fields, atrocities had occurred that had finally given them their present name: The Fields of Death.
I myself had not been born back then, not by a long shot, but my grandparents had spent their childhood there, a childhood full of hunger and depravity. My grandfather Fomenko often told me and my sister the stories he had experienced and how faith had saved everyone. There had been a long, cold winter and the grain had been confiscated by the government to be taken to the cities for distribution. After all, the grain belonged to all the people, not just those on the farms who planted it, tended to it, and harvested it. And so, the only food of that time left my grandfather's village and never came back. Some of his neighbors had once tried to hold back some grain, to hide some sacks, but when they were caught, a hail of bullets determined their fate. People lived in fear, not daring to stop working, not daring to keep for themselves the food that was destined for the common good. In those days, horrors happened in my village that I cannot truly picture today, not even when I hear my grandfather's usually clear voice begin to tremble. When I see in his eyes that he would rather forget, in order to experience a peaceful sleep once again… someday.
He told us about those horrors to warn us of how quickly life can plunge from safety into infinite terror. Winter had reigned. The grain was being hauled away. They still shot all those who tried to keep back pieces of it, be it a sack or some husks that had fallen from a cart. In time, hunger began to drive people in our village insane. Parents locked up their children so they wouldn't be taken by neighbors to feed their hunger. Friends turned their backs on each other and killed each other in fights for the last livestock that was still breathing. The streets reeked of decay and death, of misery and suffering. One day, my grandfather told us, he had hidden in the back room of his house while his parents dragged themselves, emaciated, to the fields to pick the last scraps of grain from the furrows with their dirty, half-frozen fingers. He had come across a book there, a book that had saved his life.
The word of God. An old Bible.
My grandfather had learned to read at an early age, one of the sad advantages of living in the Soviet Union.
It was in the room I now live in that Grandfather Fomenko had found the dusty book. Actually, he had been looking for something to eat, the days before he had found some sawdust. But despite his hunger and the grumbling in his stomach, eating the book was out of the question. Books were sacred, and no book as sacred as this one. He had begun to read and learned about the greatness of the Lord. Of the miracles his Son had performed. And of the magic of faith. His stomach had growled, but he had ignored it. The words gave him comfort.
The next day he immersed himself in the book again, disappearing into better worlds and times, hearing wisdom and encouragement. But around noon there was a knock at the door. My grandfather emphasized each time that he had not been afraid, that he had known that the Lord would protect him, when the old neighbor gained entrance to our house armed with a cleaver. It was clear what he wanted: Meat. My grandfather told us each time about how the neighbor had looked more undead than human, stinking and with sunken eyes, smelling like death from his mouth, the cleaver trembling in his hand.
"I'm sorry, boy," was all the man could get out.
My grandfather tried to mimic this poor man’s voice at the end of his wits, to express his pain through words so that we understood that poor fellow a little.
The Lord's words had given courage to my grandfather in his most terrible moments. He had stood up and firmly said:
"Away with you, the Lord protects the inhabitants of this house!"
But the intruder did not care, coming closer. And so, my grandfather again sought comfort and prayed. He prayed for mercy and peace and for his life. He would serve the Lord for the rest of his days. Trust Him blindly.
Suddenly, like a gruesome miracle, the famished intruder let out an inhuman groan and collapsed, lifeless and debilitated. There had been no hunger for my grandfather and his family for a week after that. My grandfather had been praying to the Lord since that day, thanking Him for His mercy. The story spread around the village and out of desperation or hope, in the next few days everyone secretly knelt in front of small wooden crosses they had made themselves and prayed to the Lord. A week later, like a miracle, the long-awaited delivery of grain arrived, along with spring. There had not been another bad time since then.
These events are the reason for the faith in our village... and our family. The psalm my grandfather had prayed as the hungry neighbor attacked had become the guiding psalm of our faith. All these years we had not been able to celebrate Christmas with the other families, but since the restrictions on faith communities had been relaxed, we had all finally decided to celebrate the holy festival in the village square. And so, we started the preparations.
There, in those evening hours, my part of the story begins. I and my younger sister Zarina, together with other youths and young adults, were fetching wood for the fire that was to burn in the center of our village. So, we went out into the night, dressed with thick pelts, to fetch logs from the edge of the fields that some men had prepared.
My breath could be seen as an icy breeze in the dawning darkness and I was already looking forward to dancing around the fire with everyone later, drinking good drinks and eating sumptuously. I was glad that we didn't have to walk across the fields themselves, but could stroll along their edge to get the logs.
You can feel death when it has hit a place. I was glad that I didn't have to work the fields myself, and had learned the carpentry trade. Therefore, I was spared from having to wander around there every day, among the echoes of past atrocities and sadness.
We were all in good spirits, strolling over the muddy ground, when all at once Zarina pointed up and into the clear night sky.
"Look, an angel is descending!" she exclaimed excitedly.
We all looked to where her outstretched hand pointed. A round light glowed in the night sky, glaring yellowish and shining strangely cold.
"It's singing! At Christmas! The Lord puts our feast under his sign!" Zarina cried.
We stopped and listened into the silence of the night. At first, I could hear nothing, at first, everything remained quiet, and only the distant beating of axes and the rustling of the wind in the treetops were audible.
But then, there in the wind, I could hear it, briefly but clearly. It was a kind of melodic whisper, joyful, yet also strange and otherworldly. It was heard only very briefly, and soon died away as the glow flew out of sight and disappeared somewhere far away.
"Let's go find the angel! Let's..." Zarina cried, continuing excitedly, but I interrupted her.
"We have to get the wood. We can report back to the village later, if it hasn't already been noticed there too," I said.
"You heard the singing! Surely that was an angel. Shall we leave it there? It may have gotten hurt, it must have hit something!" Sasha murmured.
Sasha was my oldest friend and one of the boys who worked on the fields. He had always been very caring and had always tried to help where he could. His parents were long dead and the old lady who had raised him was no longer around, either. So, he struggled along, working the fields, but the rest of us looked out for him.
"Shouldn't we go and look for it, Ilya?", Sasha continued to urge me anxiously.
We thought about it for a long time but decided to leave the decision to the others in the village. Trusting the Lord to guide our actions, we quickly moved on in the direction of the woodcutters to complete our task.
We were not the only ones who had seen the glow. When we returned to the village square loaded with logs, everyone was in great excitement and full of joy that the Lord had sent us this sign of His greatness. Not everyone agreed whether it was an angel or a return of the poinsettia that had been witnessed, but everyone was sure that the Lord had sent us encouragement. So, we celebrated our first Christmas full of joy and pleasure, with good food, dancing and singing, full of happiness and under the protection of the Almighty Lord. I will always think back to those days, always keep in my heart how I glimpsed a part of the Lord in the sky.
We all talked about the event and even the older people were fascinated and inspired. Even my grandfather and the others who had witnessed the worst death and misery in the world seemed to slowly find a spiritual peace they would never have dreamed of otherwise. They were happy and strengthened in their faith. However, we were not sure if it had really been an angel who had come down and so we hesitated to go and look for the creature of God.
But in the night, after the light had shone in the sky, I was awakened by Zarina crying in her sleep. I straightened up and slowly paced over to her bed, where in the semi-darkness she began to squirm, shaken by spasms.
"No, no, no..." she moaned painfully.
I began to shake her to wake her up. Zarina did not respond to me. Her face was like a distorted mask hiding something bad underneath. Her breathing became shallow, and she began to whimper. I was terrified and began to pray. The Lord had to save her, He just had to save her!
Zarina twitched more and more, started coughing and whimpering louder and louder. Slowly, the rest of the family woke up and my parents and grandfather huddled tightly around her, praying for her to open her eyes.
"Please, don't take our child! She has only been in your world for fourteen years..." my father cried, as panicked and desperate as I had ever seen before.
His thick, black mustache trembled with fear.
Then, abruptly, Zarina stopped convulsing.
For a terrible moment she just lay there, her hair disheveled, her face pale in the glow of the candle my mother held over her.
"Mom, Dad, Ilya, Grandpa... what's wrong?" she suddenly asked sleepily.
For a moment it was as if nothing had happened, as if I hadn't just seen my sister almost die, but then she began to cry.
"What's wrong, dear?" my father asked, just as pale in the face as Zarina.
It took a while before she found some calm and was able to talk to us.
Finally, she croaked:
"I saw the angel. I was with him."
A revelation? Had the Lord touched my sister?
We all said another prayer and finally, filled with awe, I asked:
"Where did you see the angel? Is it here? With us?"
She looked at me briefly, seemed to hesitate for a little moment, and then reported:
"I was with it… in a dream. It was in a white village, a village made of angel dust. I saw it. It didn't have wings and that's why at first I wasn't sure if it was an angel. However, soon it spoke to me."
"What did it say, Zarina?", I asked tensely.
"It said it was not God, but 'the Witness'. It sounded like a man and a woman and a child and a baby and... It felt peaceful. Calm and carefree. Then I woke up."
"An angel. Angels are the witnesses of God, that's how it must be!" my father said enthusiastically.
Suddenly, everyone seemed to be talking at once.
No one knew what Zarina's words meant, but we were sure that they contained something incomprehensible that we, as ordinary people, could not understand. But everyone was delighted. Everyone was caught in a beautiful dream.
The next day, the adults sat together in the large barn near the edge of the village, which was used for community events. Most of them found seats on the lined up wooden benches and the rest stood crowded against the old walls, some of which were already rotten. Dimitri, probably the closest thing to a mayor, sat at a heavy pine table at the end of the room, staring at the crowd, while my parents and Zarina sat on old chairs in front of him. Tensely, the crowd looked at them, waiting for someone to say something. Finally, Dimitri cleared his throat thoughtfully.
"You... all saw or heard about the falling star. It was brighter than the others that keep crossing our sky and much more... melodic. Some even heard the singing. Whoever still doubted that the Lord sent us his messenger... doubts are now useless. Zarina has received a vision. She has seen how the angel, who was sent by God, walked on our earth, and visited a village and consecrated it with its grace. She has seen the angel marching to spread holiness in these lands..."
"Are we sure?"
Mary, the dressmaker, had stood up. She was still young, my age and Sasha's, and she always wore her blond hair carefully braided, her dresses self-made, blood red and flashy, with silver embroidery. As always, she wore makeup - a luxury not many could afford. In other places she would have been considered a lady, but she was also a skeptical person, and I had not liked her very much since childhood, because she often made insinuations that seemed to go against the Lord. Also, she had never played with us outside and had always thought of herself as someone… better. I was shocked that she now so obviously doubted the Lord's actions.
"Mary. Zarina has seen a vision. The Lord spoke to her through her dreams! An angel has joined us. How can you deny it?" my father asked coldly.
"I'm not denying it, I'm just saying, what if there is something dark that the angel was sent to fight? What if it is going into battle against some unknown evil? The angel may be spreading sanctities, but we have no idea if it is trying to redeem us or defend us..."
"It said it was a witness of God," I noted.
"That's what Zarina said when she woke up."
"Then it is benevolent to us! We must find it!" someone shouted from one of the back rows.
An excited murmur began to spread through the room.
"Silence!" Dimitri thundered.
His face looked hard but determined.
"We have to get to it! If it is a message from heaven that the angel wants to bring us, we must hear it! How many can we spare? Who would even want to voluntarily leave the village? We don't know how long the journey will be, and you yourselves know how dangerous this area can be..."
A loud commotion broke out. Everyone shouted at once and volunteered. I also jumped up and loudly offered to go out to look for it.
The angel. The Witness of the Lord.
I imagined meeting it in a clearing, under a full moon. Hearing its bright voice, gaze in awe at its graceful form, and fall to my knees in prayer before it.
"SILENCE!" Dimitri shouted.
"You can't all go. The kids wouldn't make it in the deadly cold out there. Let seven go. Seven is the Lord's number, there must be seven! Seven workers from the fields! We can't spare any more!"
"You can't be serious!" I cried out.
Cold anger boiled up inside me.
"I want to go, too. We all want to. You can't just stand there and make a decision like that!"
Others joined in.
"SILENCE," Alexeij now thundered, the master blacksmith.
"We need you! Daniil, Ilya, Nikita, you have a job to do! We can't get by without you! You can't go, be reasonable!"
"But if the Lord wills it, he will make sure that everything here will work out. That nothing will happen!", I tried to argue, still boiling with anger.
"No. Winter is tugging at our huts, we need you," my father said slowly.
"So do the others. Without you, it's going to be tight. The fields lie under the snow, but everything else will be weakened by time and storms. We can only spare the field hands. Besides, they're the ones most likely to withstand the cold and the wilderness; after all, they're constantly out on the Fields of Death, toiling in the wind and rain. They'll all make the trip!"
I tried to change his mind, and several came to my aid, all those who were also forced to stay.
"You can manage without a dressmaker! I want to go too!" Mary cried defiantly, her cheeks red with anger, her nose wrinkled.
This young woman really believed she deserved the sight of the angel! She really believed her hypocrisies would deceive the Lord, despite her obvious doubts about His divinity!
Others also complained, young and old, many who didn't deserve to go and even those who did.
But it didn't help.
Dimitri was in charge. Everyone knew that. If we started to contradict him, our village would soon end up in chaos. And deep down I knew that I had to stay. That I had to take care of my sister, who would not survive a trip in the snow. That I had to repair the huts that the storms would eat away at.
Sasha was a field worker, he was allowed to go. Sasha and Sofia, Anatoly and old Igor, Ivan and Yulia and Mikhail. When the decision was made, a decision many of us accepted only with heavy hearts and which brought out deep envy in several faces, some of the chosen ones began to cry. They were happy, fulfilled... satisfied. They would see the messenger of the Lord, hear its melodious voice, sing its hymns.
Why wasn't I allowed to go? Why was the world so unfair? I had always believed in the Lord, prayed to Him, been subject to Him and lived according to His will. Why hadn't he chosen me to see his messenger? I had been so proud back when I had been allowed to learn the carpenter's trade and thus had not to go to the Fields of Death to toil there. At that time, I had felt like someone better when I saw Sasha and Sofia setting out early in the morning with all the other workers, with their old-fashioned plows and thick, shabby clothes.
Was this the punishment for my arrogance?
The Lord knew everything. He had seen what repulsive thoughts I had had, how superior I had felt to the others. Perhaps it was my punishment that I was not allowed to go. Perhaps the Lord was no longer favorable to me and I would have to prove myself to Him.
The next day, the seven set out north. They were seen off with singing and dancing; they were the center of the village’s attention. Envy threatened to drown me.
Why not me? Why wasn't I allowed to go? Why did I have to stay here?
And I knew: it was because of these thoughts. I wasn't pure enough. I had to get better, work on myself.
As the others disappeared from sight, as the small group seemed to be swallowed up by a patch of forest between distant trees, an icy chill ran down my spine.
What if they really did encounter evil? What if Mary had been right?
I prayed to the Lord that they would return home safely: Even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.
He would bring them home safely, our pilgrims. I did not begrudge them their happiness. I was not a selfish person, was not complacent like Mary or some others in the village. I lived by the word of the Lord and I would not begrudge them.
They would all return home safely.
I continued to stare into the distance for a long time as my suppressed envy sought to consume me. But I was winning.
For darkness is as light to you.
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Even though the days and weeks passed, I never forgot to think of all those who had set out to witness the glory of the Lord. The cold winter had passed and frost and cold left the land, so that soon we could begin to prepare the fields for sowing. Since the sighting of the angel had caused us to let some of the farm workers leave, and they stayed away longer than we had expected, I had to join others in helping to plow the Fields of Death. The work was exhausting and made me physically very tired, since I still had to work in the carpenter's shop as well. We could not afford tractors, so we still had to resort to older tools. So, it happened that one day I was driving one of the hand plows through the dirty ground and was lost in my thoughts and full of sweat.
I was quite far away from the village, as the nearby surroundings had been worked shortly after the beginning of the thaw. The fields were extensive, partly reaching further than the eye could see. Only in one direction the dense forest extended, which introduced the beginning of a dark hilly landscape, that finally merged northward into high, alien mountains, whose white peaks rose high into the sky and, like once the tower of Babel, blasphemously tried to penetrate the heavens. But next to these distant giants there was only the plain, the vast plain that had to be tilled.
I hated the field work. And I hated the fields.
Every time I even thought about this piece of hell that had become reality long ago, my stomach turned. All the events that clung to this dark place, all the human lives and suffering that had sown the ground with death and blood here many years ago....
It was even worse when you stood in the fields yourself, truly being there on your own. It was as if I could smell it in the air, the rot of the starving and the hot blood that had watered the soil. It was as if I could still hear in the air the cries and wailing of the people who had met their end here, who had pleaded for their lives and the lives of their children and friends. It was as if I could see them in the early morning fog banks that lay on the Fields of Death, the shadows of people past, crawling and cowering, weak and starved. I had to pull myself together and look away, into the forest. A place does not forget, a place always remembers the days gone by and the cries that had been.
The plow pulled through the ground, ripping a furrow behind it. It was almost a bit comforting to imagine I was gutting this place of horror with my labor, inflicting deep wounds. Hypnotized, I stared down over and over again, watching the ground swirl to one side, smelling the fresh earth being pushed to the surface. But never could I escape my terrible feelings and the forebodings, never could I forget what kind of place I was at.
The few times I looked to the forest beside me, my thoughts wandered enviously to all those who had set out to find the angel. Had they reached it yet? Had they already learned from it what needed to be done for God's power on earth to be strengthened so that false prophets and promises could be swept away? How to drown the selfishness of the state? What needed to be done to serve the Lord?
Oh, how I would have loved to be there! How I would have loved to go with them, but I also understood the decision not to send everyone, and I understood my family's objections. I was needed here. I could serve the Lord here by tilling the fields and taking care of the soil and the sowing. I had to care for my sister.
I had already made several furrows when noon came. The sun was almost not visible, just a murky spot behind the clouds, and the fog had not lifted either. The world looked pale and apathetic. But amongst all the desolation I could suddenly hear something, something that seemed to come out of the forest.
It was at first just like a rustling in the wind that sounded a bit too regular, such that it triggered a natural uneasiness in me. I looked into the forest, but could hardly make out anything through the dense plants and the still lingering fog. That is why it was left to my own thoughts to imagine what was there, what was producing this strange noise.
I could not remember any animal that made similar sounds, was at a loss.
Suddenly, a bang echoed through the forest, accompanied by a panicked scream that broke inhumanly from the trees and spread across the fields.
Then, something new joined the sounds in the air.
The trees and bushes rustled, almost seemed to be torn apart.
Something was running through the forest, something seemed to be... coming right at me.
Was it perhaps a startled bear, an elk, or a wild boar?
Had one of the hunters from the village accidentally startled an animal, scared it in the wrong direction and now wanted to warn us with their cry? But then, why this panicked sound...?
I paused, took my hands off the rusty handles of the plow, and turned toward the forest. Still, I could only see fog, I could only hear rustling, but slowly I could also make out grunts and groans coming to me from the fog. It sounded heavy and panic-stricken.
Was I in danger? I began to pray to the Lord and ask him for assistance. I was not a fighter and so I had to hope that nothing would reach me from the depths between the trees that could easily tear me apart.
Even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.
My baptismal motto gave me courage. The Lord saw me, even in my darkness, and would be with me.
For darkness is as light to you.
Then, someone burst out of the bushes and the fog and rushed toward me.
It was Sasha.
I almost didn't recognize him. His skin was pale, almost snow-white. His black hair stuck to his sweaty face. His pants and jacket were almost completely torn, so I could see his dirty shirt and his cut and bruised legs through the holes. There were also some small cuts on his face that worried me. Sasha's eyes twitched searchingly, panicked, and in his hand, he held the rifle that he had taken with him when he had once set out. Apparently, he had run through brush and thorns, had gotten scrapes and wounds from stones and branches.
When he saw me and looked at me with his big, panic-filled eyes, I became horridly afraid.
It was as if… behind his eyes there was no Sasha anymore, but only an animal. As if instinct had taken over his thoughts when an unnamable terror had entered his world. An animal inside him, which had enabled him to escape from... something.
Sasha staggered out of the forest, it was almost as if all strength left him now that he was back home. The rifle fell from his hand and dug into the mud beneath his feet. He limped slowly toward me, not taking his eyes off me. Then, suddenly, he wheeled around and looked back into the forest and the mist.
Only for a moment.
Again, he let out a shrill scream and sprinted the last few meters. When I looked into the forest myself, I saw nothing, only the fog.
But, didn't I feel a presence there, in the bushes? Between the trees?
I didn't see anything.
Sasha had reached me and collapsed. I quickly knelt down next to him and called for help. But the other field workers had already rushed over, obviously attracted by the rifle shot. I was in a trance, seeing only Sasha lying there, supporting his head. His eyes were still twitching around and despite my proximity he didn't seem to recognize me. He looked at me, confused.
"Sasha, what happened?", I asked, feeling his forehead.
Despite his paleness, he was uncomfortably hot.
A fever raged in his body. Who knew how long he had been running around there among the trees, his protective, warming jacket torn? With wounds that had not been tended and some of which were still bleeding?
Then another horrible thought occurred to me.
"Sasha, where are the others? Sasha, where are the others?"
This question apparently brought back some clarity that his gaze had not possessed before.
"They... they took them. Took all of them... All of them. All our brothers, all our sisters... all of them," he gurgled.
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So, this is the first part of what I found. I will hurry to translate the rest! But I will definitely stay out of the woods for now... They are still as creepy as described by Ilya in this document and fog ist still around every morning... Also, I don't know what to make of Ilya himself as well, is he just a religious nut and that is the explanation? I just don't know...
2023.06.05 15:11 Tour_Ok Septum Clicker Gauge Expander
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2023.06.05 15:11 Ashleythetiger [PS4] looking for a group to do both Raids with, with the goal to get the Exotics.
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I've been interested in trying to do the raids on normal for awhile now, however as far as I can see unlike others games with Raids/Trials etc Division doesn't have an easy way to Raid randomly.
I'm currently 500 or so, got a microphone, interested in learning the mechanics, got a couple of builds i think are good, tho I don't mind farming a fresh set if those don't work out, I've got prior Raid experience (ESO) so i know it will take time to do said raid, only issue I've got is Discord refuses to work lately (been 2 years now) and hangs on the update page
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I've been interested in trying to do the raids on normal for awhile now, however as far as I can see unlike others games with Raids/Trials etc Division doesn't have an easy way to Raid randomly.
I'm currently 500 or so, got a microphone, interested in learning the mechanics, got a couple of builds i think are good, tho I don't mind farming a fresh set if those don't work out, I've got prior Raid experience (ESO) so i know it will take time to do said raid, only issue I've got is Discord refuses to work lately (been 2 years now) and hangs on the update page
2023.06.05 15:11 CreativeRealmsMC Community feedback/metapost for June 2023
This will be a bit of a longer metapost since we have a number of important topics we would like to cover.
Contest mode:
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Following a trial period of a few months and after reviewing community feedback we have determined that contest mode caused more issues than it solved by making discussions more difficult to follow due to random comment sorting. As a result we have disabled it for future posts whilst keeping the vote hiding feature as it is currently. This means you will once again be able to sort by 'new' and that votes will be hidden for one day after a post has been published.Potential "no mini-modding" rule and clarification of rule 4:
This should be the best of both worlds as hidden votes seems to prevent dogpiling and as the sub sorts by 'new' rather than 'best' by default, comment ordering will not be subject to user bias as it is first come first serve.
There seems to have been a recent uptick in users attempting to moderate other users behavior and has been especially noticeable in regards to rule 4 in which a user will accuse another user of lying or trolling which eventually leads to multiple rule 1 violations in the form of a flame war.Misuse/abuse of the report button:
Implying that another user is lying or trolling rather than simply being wrong or mistaken adds an implication of malicious intent which can be seen as an attack on ones character. It also shifts the conversation to the actions of the user themselves rather than the content of their argument.
Only moderators have the power to determine if a user is lying or trolling in the context of rule enforcement and as users do not need to enforce the rules they should not be engaging in accusatory debates with other members on the sub. If a "no mini-modding" rule is implemented it would make such occurrences a rule violation. If you think another user is lying or trolling report them and move on with your argument.
Many of the Rule 4 claims of “lying” also relate to the speakers identity or claims of personal experience (e.g., falsely claiming to be Jewish or Israeli, service in the IDF, etc.). This puts us in a difficult position where a member uses their background as a core part of their argument (appeal to authority) which means any attack of said argument would inherently fall under rule 1.
We would like to hear your thoughts on how to address this issue but for now if you make an argument based on your personal experiences people are allowed to (politely) challenge them without violating rule 1. If you insist on making them a core part of your argument and do not want to be challenged you could privately verify yourself (without exposing personal information) in modmail similar to how verifications are done in AMA subs.
This month we had a combined 724 reports on both posts and comments which has made it difficult for us to efficiently deal with rule violations in the mod queue. As such, we request that you do not report content older than 14 days and in addition do not report every comment in a comment chain. Instead, use the 'other' section to inform us both of the rule/s that are being violated and to look at all the comments instead of the specific being reported. We hope that a cleaner mod queue will make our moderation more effective and help us deal with violations in a more timely manner.'Promoting hate based on identity or vulnerability' explanation:
This month we received 196 reports of 'promoting hate based on identity or disability' on various posts and comments with the vast majority of them not meeting the standards for enforcement. Simply expressing a negative view or an opinion some people may find offensive about a specific group is not enough to warrant moderation action in this category.Summing up:
To give an example, a user claiming that Israel is "as disgusting and murderous as Hamas", despite being an offensive comment, did not meet the standards for enforcement. On the other hand, a user who claimed that [paraphrasing] "Arabs are inherently subhuman" was actioned.
Naturally it can be difficult to distinguish between content that violates Reddit's policies and content that is simply offensive but generally we will only enforce something if it meets a specific level of extremity that can't be disputed as a violation.
There's a bit that still needs to be covered and it may need to wait for the next metapost (or it could get pinned by another mod) but I think we managed to cover a lot of critical topics that have needed to be addressed for a while now.
As usual, if you have something you wish the mod team and the community be on the lookout for, or if you want to point out a specific case where you think you've been wrongly moderated, this is where you can speak your mind without violating the rules. If you have questions or comments about the sub rules than this is your opportunity.
(Please remember to keep it civil and constructive, only rule 7 is being waived, moderation in general is not, and abusing this chance to bash moderators will not be tolerated.)
2023.06.05 15:11 Rhcp01 WWII Italian Navy liste della leva di mare transcription
I finally was able to track down a record regarding my great-uncle's service during WWII. I remember him telling stories that he was drafted and served as a cook on an Italian ship. The state archives couldn't locate his fogli matricolari but was able to provide me with his liste della leva di mare.
It looks like the document is saying he was enlisted for 28 months but not sure about the hand written text. If anyone is able to help transcribe the information I'd appreciate it.
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It looks like the document is saying he was enlisted for 28 months but not sure about the hand written text. If anyone is able to help transcribe the information I'd appreciate it.
2023.06.05 15:10 llamaRP [Request - Budget upgrades] Moving towards 144hz/1440p
Hello there, first time posting here so I might do something wrong.
I've always had a frankestein PC that I kept upgrading and upgrading but in october 2020 I built a new PC from the start mostly for gaming and personal video production. I never was one to be on top of the latest components but I've noticed that some of the latest games are putting my system to the test, especially since I've started helping a gaming community here with their streaming and video projects.
I'm here asking you for help to identify what I could change and upgrade from my rig in order to get more stability. The idea would be to move towards 144hz and 1440p , or at least stick with the 1080p if the resolution upgrade breaks the budget. I'm not trying to build a new PC from scratch, I would like to upgrade what I have now.
This is my current setup: https://pcpartpicker.com/list/RVRNRv
What will you be doing with this PC? Be as specific as possible, and include specific games or programs you will be using.
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I've always had a frankestein PC that I kept upgrading and upgrading but in october 2020 I built a new PC from the start mostly for gaming and personal video production. I never was one to be on top of the latest components but I've noticed that some of the latest games are putting my system to the test, especially since I've started helping a gaming community here with their streaming and video projects.
I'm here asking you for help to identify what I could change and upgrade from my rig in order to get more stability. The idea would be to move towards 144hz and 1440p , or at least stick with the 1080p if the resolution upgrade breaks the budget. I'm not trying to build a new PC from scratch, I would like to upgrade what I have now.
This is my current setup: https://pcpartpicker.com/list/RVRNRv
What will you be doing with this PC? Be as specific as possible, and include specific games or programs you will be using.
- Gaming (as of this weekend I noticed that D4 and SF6 stressed my system quite a bit and I would like to have stable performance for Starfield in the future)
- Video editing (adobe premiere, after effects, obs)
- 550-800€.
- I would like to make it before the end of the month.
- As I said at the start, I'm not well versed in this and I would like some advace on which components I should improve.
- Italy
- I would like to keep the case, peripherals and storage. Motherboard is a maybe. The models are all listed in the pcpartpicker list above.
- I'm not interested in overclocking
- At the moment I'm using three 1080p monitors, I would like to keep it that way and possibly change one of those to a 1440p/144hz monitor. So the build should be able to support that.
- I won't look inside the case except for cleaning, so anything goes.
- I already have my OS copy.
2023.06.05 15:10 Sempai_lemoNADE A film club page for the peeps in navi mumbai and mumbai
 | I figured that mumbai is in a serious need of a film club so i ended up making an ig page. Any sort of suggestions are most welcome! submitted by Sempai_lemoNADE to navimumbai [link] [comments] |
2023.06.05 15:10 achrafelh22 Germany(North Rhine-Westphalia) and netherlands
Hello, I am currently planning to travel during my semester break(from 9 July to 16 July). and I am searching for a travel partner. The precise details of the journey, i am still figuring them out, if i you are interesting we could plan them together. The primary destinations of the trip in my mind right now are: the Netherlands, and maybe some cities in North Rhine-Westphalia. this is still just idea, maybe we could go some other places. General information about me: my name is Achraf, i am 22 years old. I live in wuppertal. I am mostly not a chatty person, but easy to talk to. I have a lot of interest, which makes me really interested in others. My main hobbies are: Movies, Chess, reading, Walking, and going for a run. I have been in Germany for 2 months now, but I am preparing to stay for a long time. I am currently studying a language preparatory course for 6 months in Wuppertal uni, after that I will start my Bachelor in Economics Mathematics. I want to make the most of this break, because I know after Language preparatory couse I will not have a life for a long time 😂😂😂😂. Send me a message if you are interested or you want to ask me any personal question. If you are not sure about travelling with a stranger, I am too. This is my first time trying something like this. Just send me a message and we will talk first to check if neither of us is a serial killer 😂😂😂😂.
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2023.06.05 15:10 justredditname Hey.
It's been 8 months since we last spoke, and I'm doing a lot better now.
But I still feel empty. Every now and then my mind wanders, memories of our past.. or a fantasy of what could've been.
And then the pain comes back.. that heart breaking pain never gets old even after 16 months.
Your birthday is coming up, do I say something? Do I not? Do I get you something? Do I ruin these 8 months of self progression I've made for a moment of happiness?
We shouldn't talk.. right? We should just keep walking the paths we set out on.
You were my best friend, My lover, My other half
At least one of us is happy now, and I'm glad that it's you. I hope my time will come soon. I don't know if I'll ever be able to love someone the way I loved you, but I'm learning to just make myself happy now.
I'm learning that I deserved better, even though I just wanted you, and for you to be better.
I didn't need money, cars, or the finer things in life. I just needed you.
Only you.
But You have caused me too much pain, you threw me away like trash. You just left me...
You were my biggest life lesson. Thank you for showing me how cruel the real world is.
I think it's time I close the door on you now. You know what they say.. no rear view mirrors or whatever it was.
Have a nice life, my love.
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But I still feel empty. Every now and then my mind wanders, memories of our past.. or a fantasy of what could've been.
And then the pain comes back.. that heart breaking pain never gets old even after 16 months.
Your birthday is coming up, do I say something? Do I not? Do I get you something? Do I ruin these 8 months of self progression I've made for a moment of happiness?
We shouldn't talk.. right? We should just keep walking the paths we set out on.
You were my best friend, My lover, My other half
At least one of us is happy now, and I'm glad that it's you. I hope my time will come soon. I don't know if I'll ever be able to love someone the way I loved you, but I'm learning to just make myself happy now.
I'm learning that I deserved better, even though I just wanted you, and for you to be better.
I didn't need money, cars, or the finer things in life. I just needed you.
Only you.
But You have caused me too much pain, you threw me away like trash. You just left me...
You were my biggest life lesson. Thank you for showing me how cruel the real world is.
I think it's time I close the door on you now. You know what they say.. no rear view mirrors or whatever it was.
Have a nice life, my love.
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2023.06.05 15:10 Birdkiller49 How do you count T milestones?
For example today is the 4th Monday on T. Is it 1 month on T? I started May 8th, so would you consider June 8th to be 1 month? I’ve been recording voice videos every week but 1 month makes a lot of sense to be June 8th?
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2023.06.05 15:10 R1515LF0NTE Today was my last day of my first year of college, thoughts:
So I just want to write this somewhere, since I got noone to talk to.
Finished HS exactly 1 year ago and today was my last class for the second semester of college (basically end of year 1).
And since I started college I never felt so fucking alone, in this last 10 months or so of classes I didn't make any "friends" didn't find anyone to talk to or with similar interests, all my classmates only talk about 3 things parties, football and school. They all already have "friend groups" so I see them posting and talking about all the shit they did together after classes or on the weekends. And I feel like shit, if I just didn't show up ever to class they would even notice that I was gone.
I'm also a shit student (didn't fail any classes though) but my average is shit about a 13/20, and also my HS experience was different than of most of my classmates so I don't have the same study routine that they had and when I ask them for help, they never helped me, I asked a couple of my classmates to send me their assignments after we got the grades because their work got a good grade and I wanted to see what a good work looks like but they "forgot".
But oh well better luck next year if I can get myself to go back after summer.
Btw sorry if what I wrote didn't make much sense English isn't my first language, and sorry to waste the time of whoever reads this
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Finished HS exactly 1 year ago and today was my last class for the second semester of college (basically end of year 1).
And since I started college I never felt so fucking alone, in this last 10 months or so of classes I didn't make any "friends" didn't find anyone to talk to or with similar interests, all my classmates only talk about 3 things parties, football and school. They all already have "friend groups" so I see them posting and talking about all the shit they did together after classes or on the weekends. And I feel like shit, if I just didn't show up ever to class they would even notice that I was gone.
I'm also a shit student (didn't fail any classes though) but my average is shit about a 13/20, and also my HS experience was different than of most of my classmates so I don't have the same study routine that they had and when I ask them for help, they never helped me, I asked a couple of my classmates to send me their assignments after we got the grades because their work got a good grade and I wanted to see what a good work looks like but they "forgot".
But oh well better luck next year if I can get myself to go back after summer.
Btw sorry if what I wrote didn't make much sense English isn't my first language, and sorry to waste the time of whoever reads this
2023.06.05 15:10 Forerunner49 Update on Resident Evil movie
The folks at the Resident Evil Wiki and residentevil already did digging a few weeks ago, but it seems things fizzled out and got forgotten about. That sudbury[.] article was only one of several sources; more's happened since that. That story gained traction, but it led to a lot of news articles that clearly didn't do more research and were led to wrong conclusions.
Here's a post by Twitter user WhiteQueenNV who purchased a subscription to Production Weekly, confirming the plot to be Resident Evil 0-based. Take note however that that synopsis is a copy-paste of the Wikipedia Umbrella Chronicles article. That said Twitter user ClintOCoast - who works in PR for film and TV - confirms he knows someone on the design team and it is indeed an RE0-based film with Rebecca as the lead.
That there's a designer means there's a Production Designer. PDs are hired after there's already a director and a script in place, so while ProdWeekly doesn't give us those details we know they exist. Clint's post also confirms that Paul W.S. Anderson is not the writer or director as some speculated last month -- he's just got an Executive Producer credit due to an old contract, as happened with Welcome to Raccoon City.
Here's the actual government records mentioning Umbrella Chronicles as being financed by the Ontario government. Take note its alternate title is "Resident Evil Reboot". This is actually a major RED FLAG. You see, "Resident Evil Reboot" and "Umbrella Chronicles" were also names used for WtRC, with the latter even copyrighted. This would suggest "Umbrella Chronicles" is probably *NOT* the actual title for the movie and is a placeholder.
---- PS. Never did figure out this subreddit's flairs, but 'confirmed' is apparently not right even if it's reliable sources confirming it.
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Here's a post by Twitter user WhiteQueenNV who purchased a subscription to Production Weekly, confirming the plot to be Resident Evil 0-based. Take note however that that synopsis is a copy-paste of the Wikipedia Umbrella Chronicles article. That said Twitter user ClintOCoast - who works in PR for film and TV - confirms he knows someone on the design team and it is indeed an RE0-based film with Rebecca as the lead.
That there's a designer means there's a Production Designer. PDs are hired after there's already a director and a script in place, so while ProdWeekly doesn't give us those details we know they exist. Clint's post also confirms that Paul W.S. Anderson is not the writer or director as some speculated last month -- he's just got an Executive Producer credit due to an old contract, as happened with Welcome to Raccoon City.
Here's the actual government records mentioning Umbrella Chronicles as being financed by the Ontario government. Take note its alternate title is "Resident Evil Reboot". This is actually a major RED FLAG. You see, "Resident Evil Reboot" and "Umbrella Chronicles" were also names used for WtRC, with the latter even copyrighted. This would suggest "Umbrella Chronicles" is probably *NOT* the actual title for the movie and is a placeholder.
---- PS. Never did figure out this subreddit's flairs, but 'confirmed' is apparently not right even if it's reliable sources confirming it.
2023.06.05 15:10 seriouslydavka [IL] (UK company, American branch) 27 weeks pregnant, nervous about disclosing after receiving job offer sooner than expected
I posted yesterday but accidentally deleted my post while trying to add an edit. So I genuinely apologize to anyone who already responded. I can’t read your responses, sadly.
I’ll just provide the basics here. I am 27 weeks pregnant, first time mom. I have just been offered a really, really great job that would be a very good move in my career. However, I haven’t disclosed my pregnancy yet and now I feel stuck.
My plan (although, everyone I spoke to advised me against disclosing during the interview process) was to disclose during the “final” interview. Basically, I had two rounds of interviews but from what was explained to me, I thought I would have a final interview to discuss salary expectations and a few other things specific to the position. Rather, the person who I will be reporting to phoned me to let me know that they’ve decided to offer me the job and to look out for a contract from HR via email.
I could have brought it up then but I was genuinely caught off guard. He phoned me whereas I had expected the final stage to be over Zoom like everything else to that point. I wanted to speak to him about my situation face to face.
I haven’t signed the contract yet but it’s my understanding that even if I disclose my pregnancy prior to signing in order to give them an “out”, rescinding the offer based on pregnancy would be illegal. So I’ve already cornered them more or less which I didn’t want to do.
My original plan was to tell them, before they formally offered me the job, that I’m 27 weeks pregnant and although I will need to take a few weeks off completely, my husband and I have hired a nanny to come to our flat while I work from home (it’s a remote position) so I can return to work quite quickly (barring unforeseen complications). I wanted to tell them I don’t expect to paid for my time off during this period since I’ll be so new and I only ask for position preservation.
Basically, I wanted to give them a chance to go with someone else because they are hiring me during a very important time for the company and I feel guilty/like I’ll be letting down the team by being gone for a month so early on. I realize this is probably some internalized misogyny on my end. I don’t believe pregnant women should be discriminated against in any form during any point in their pregnancy when it comes to getting a job but I’m filled with guilt nonetheless. I don’t want to come across as deceitful.
So here’s my question. Should I arrange to speak with the person who I’ll be working directly under to tell him basically “before I sign the contract, I want to let you know I’m pregnant and this is my plan to make the process and transitions as painless as possible for the team. If you see this being a huge issue, I won’t sign the contract and you won’t hear from me.” Or do I sign the contract and mention I’m pregnant during onboarding while still brining up that I don’t intend to take full time off and I will make myself as available as possible… or do I do something else?
I don’t want the team to dislike me straight off for hiding the fact from them. On the other hand, I don’t intend to stay with a team who is nasty to me because I’m pregnant. I just want to do the best thing possible here for myself and for the company.
Thanks and sorry again if you’re reading this for the second time.
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I’ll just provide the basics here. I am 27 weeks pregnant, first time mom. I have just been offered a really, really great job that would be a very good move in my career. However, I haven’t disclosed my pregnancy yet and now I feel stuck.
My plan (although, everyone I spoke to advised me against disclosing during the interview process) was to disclose during the “final” interview. Basically, I had two rounds of interviews but from what was explained to me, I thought I would have a final interview to discuss salary expectations and a few other things specific to the position. Rather, the person who I will be reporting to phoned me to let me know that they’ve decided to offer me the job and to look out for a contract from HR via email.
I could have brought it up then but I was genuinely caught off guard. He phoned me whereas I had expected the final stage to be over Zoom like everything else to that point. I wanted to speak to him about my situation face to face.
I haven’t signed the contract yet but it’s my understanding that even if I disclose my pregnancy prior to signing in order to give them an “out”, rescinding the offer based on pregnancy would be illegal. So I’ve already cornered them more or less which I didn’t want to do.
My original plan was to tell them, before they formally offered me the job, that I’m 27 weeks pregnant and although I will need to take a few weeks off completely, my husband and I have hired a nanny to come to our flat while I work from home (it’s a remote position) so I can return to work quite quickly (barring unforeseen complications). I wanted to tell them I don’t expect to paid for my time off during this period since I’ll be so new and I only ask for position preservation.
Basically, I wanted to give them a chance to go with someone else because they are hiring me during a very important time for the company and I feel guilty/like I’ll be letting down the team by being gone for a month so early on. I realize this is probably some internalized misogyny on my end. I don’t believe pregnant women should be discriminated against in any form during any point in their pregnancy when it comes to getting a job but I’m filled with guilt nonetheless. I don’t want to come across as deceitful.
So here’s my question. Should I arrange to speak with the person who I’ll be working directly under to tell him basically “before I sign the contract, I want to let you know I’m pregnant and this is my plan to make the process and transitions as painless as possible for the team. If you see this being a huge issue, I won’t sign the contract and you won’t hear from me.” Or do I sign the contract and mention I’m pregnant during onboarding while still brining up that I don’t intend to take full time off and I will make myself as available as possible… or do I do something else?
I don’t want the team to dislike me straight off for hiding the fact from them. On the other hand, I don’t intend to stay with a team who is nasty to me because I’m pregnant. I just want to do the best thing possible here for myself and for the company.
Thanks and sorry again if you’re reading this for the second time.
2023.06.05 15:09 nikkiloveshighfives Airbrush tanning in the Owings Mills/Reisterstown area?
Does anyone have a spray tanning place that they love that is located in Reisterstown/Owings Mills/Pikesville? I'm looking for a person or salon that does airbrush spray tan with color mixing/undertone adjustments as I'm white as a ghost and spray tans can be tricky for me.
I've found a few places that seem promising but they are all either down in Baltimore City or just regular tanning places that offer booth tanning, which isn't what I'm looking for. I've looked into Two Bronzed Babes which looks like a great option but their prices are steep because they are mobile only.
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I've found a few places that seem promising but they are all either down in Baltimore City or just regular tanning places that offer booth tanning, which isn't what I'm looking for. I've looked into Two Bronzed Babes which looks like a great option but their prices are steep because they are mobile only.