Bromine floater for hot tub
Hot Tub Time Machine
2013.12.03 01:25 Scorp63 Hot Tub Time Machine
The subreddit for all things Hot Tub Time Machine. HTTM 2 release date 2014. Hop on in and travel through time.
2021.09.18 08:22 Chasecard69 leah_ayame
Reddit community for Leah_Ayame! She's a twitch hot tub streamer who likes to talk to her community! Post here, she may not see it immediately but she does check this occasionally!
2008.11.06 17:00 GLOW: Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling
Subreddit for the Netflix series GLOW, the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling. >Alison Brie stars as Ruth Wilder, an out-of-work actress living in Los Angeles in the '80s. Wilder finds an unexpected chance at stardom: enter the glitter and spandex-laden world of women's wrestling, where she must work alongside 12 other Hollywood misfits. Marc Maron plays the role of Sam Sylvia, a washed-up director of "B" movies who tries to lead the group of women to fame.
2023.06.05 15:13 MyIRLis_thickasf Anyone willing to catfish me as my bestfriend or as my sister?? I have pics of a girl I know irl that you can play as. Dm me and I’d like for you to make me your servant with how hot you are. Please dm me ill do whatever you want my new servant.
submitted by MyIRLis_thickasf to CatfishMePlease2 [link] [comments]
2023.06.05 15:13 Angina_Pain New Heist and Character Idea: Bobby Shmurda
Of course Overkill would have to ask him, first.
I do not speak for Bobby, but I just had this crazy idea after I heard his famous drill-rap freestyle "Hot N----" after a Payday 2 crime spree sesh, yesterday. Obviously, there should be an initial "Shmurda Breakout" heist, of course. If we were able to get Bobby Shmurda to do the voice acting (which all rappers are great at doing) and the external layout of the real Clinton Correctional Facility. Overkill might have to recycle assets from Hell's Island when replicating the inside of the prison, for it is maximum-security, and somewhat replicate the actual New York State prison wherein he was incarcerated, that would be radically amazing. Really, I wouldn't ask him for a description.2023.06.05 15:12 doe-eyed Does anyone have experience masking in the parks during July?
My partner and I went in February and masked the whole trip. This includes any walking outside in the parks, standing in lines like rope drop or ride lines, etc. We really didn’t take our masks off ever, unless we were eating or in a secluded place. We are headed back to WDW at the end of July and we know it is going to be horribly hot. But I am concerned how feasible it will be to wear a mask in the same way we did before.
Has anyone been in July and masked to this degree? How miserable were you? Are we crazy for trying?
As a side note, this is really the only time of year this works for us for now. We are waiting to hear about about an opportunity for my partner. If that doesn’t end up working out we will push the trip back to November.
submitted by doe-eyed to WaltDisneyWorld [link] [comments]
Has anyone been in July and masked to this degree? How miserable were you? Are we crazy for trying?
As a side note, this is really the only time of year this works for us for now. We are waiting to hear about about an opportunity for my partner. If that doesn’t end up working out we will push the trip back to November.
2023.06.05 15:12 The_Wa7sh How to solve this?
 | submitted by The_Wa7sh to ALevelChemistry [link] [comments] |
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...
***********
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.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
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.
*********
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...
submitted by haroldkebba to nosleep [link] [comments]
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...
***********
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.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
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.
*********
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 spunkymuffmonkey Kitchen Sink Taps Replacement
 | I’m looking for some advice on replacing these taps that sheer willpower and the blessing of the gods are keeping from leaking! submitted by spunkymuffmonkey to DIYUK [link] [comments] My first question is what are those fixings called that link the water pipes to the tap fitting? Most instructional videos that I can see are for replacing mixer taps, due to cost I’d like to replace with single taps again. I wondered if anyone knows of any good videos or tips for replacement of these style of taps please? Also, as a project would it be worth improving the plumbing situation here (I only have novice level skills) by maybe reducing the hot/cold pipes vertical size and replacing with some other more modern piping? |
2023.06.05 15:10 Nikkibozo Hiking/walking shoes
Hoping for some help! My partner and I are intending to go on long walks and hikes, we found trainers like new balances to be too hot to walk around in. Does anyone recommend a certain brand on sandals? I recently purchased some ECCO sandals, but still wondering if there are cheaper alternatives that won’t lead to blisters or biting!
submitted by Nikkibozo to Bangkok [link] [comments]
2023.06.05 15:09 milkymelon13 I (20F) called a guy I know of (22M) hot at a party.
Ok, to give you some context, this guy doesn’t know me at all, but I know of him. He’s pretty popular. I’ve always found him attractive.
He was walking to friends and somehow a wave of motivation came over me. I just speedwalked over to him and tapped his back. He turned around and I just blurted out that he looked hot. He broke out into a smile and said I didn’t look too bad either. He introduced himself and asked for my name and we shook hands. But then I was so stupid. Instead of continuing the conversation, I basically told him to have a good night and left.
Later that night, I requested him on Instagram and he accepted and followed me back. He also liked my recent post.
What should I do next? Do I even do anything? Do I just leave things as is?
submitted by milkymelon13 to relationship_advice [link] [comments]
He was walking to friends and somehow a wave of motivation came over me. I just speedwalked over to him and tapped his back. He turned around and I just blurted out that he looked hot. He broke out into a smile and said I didn’t look too bad either. He introduced himself and asked for my name and we shook hands. But then I was so stupid. Instead of continuing the conversation, I basically told him to have a good night and left.
Later that night, I requested him on Instagram and he accepted and followed me back. He also liked my recent post.
What should I do next? Do I even do anything? Do I just leave things as is?
2023.06.05 15:09 subredditsummarybot Your weekly /r/Tea recap for the week of May 29 - June 04
Monday, May 29 - Sunday, June 04
submitted by subredditsummarybot to tea [link] [comments]
Questions
| score | comments | title & link |
|---|---|---|
| 35 | 39 comments | Anything similar to this? Not made anymore. |
| 17 | 15 comments | Whole leaf tea for every day in London |
| 17 | 22 comments | Bought a 12 pack and one of the bottles had this red tape, does it mean anything? |
Recommendations
| score | comments | title & link |
|---|---|---|
| 54 | 78 comments | Diagnosed with heart failure, need to give up caffeine. Anything good out there? |
| 9 | 25 comments | Looking for similar tea? |
| 4 | 3 comments | Pu'Erh Recommendations |
Videos
Photos
| score | comments | title & link |
|---|---|---|
| 534 | 29 comments | Quite happy with how my new tea shelve turned out. |
| 271 | 21 comments | Shaken honeybush black tea with strawberries and basil. Lovely Summer treat. |
| 251 | 5 comments | Palampur Tea Garden |
Identification
| score | comments | title & link |
|---|---|---|
| 36 | 5 comments | This mini cake came free with my teaware.house order! Can anyone ID it? |
| 19 | 8 comments | My mother got me this tea while she was in china.. Where could I find this in the US? It’s loose leaf green tea. Can someone translate? |
| 18 | 12 comments | Could you pleaase help identify what tea this is? |
Reviews
Discussions
| score | comments | title & link |
|---|---|---|
| 117 | 58 comments | Once you start drinking decent tea, stuff like Harney & Sons tastes harsh |
| 22 | 28 comments | Got this off AliExpress What is the purpose of the flat shape, and such a tiny teapot? |
| 16 | 48 comments | How much sugar do you put in your tea? (Assuming 6-8 ounce serving of your preferred tea) |
Other Posts
| score | comments | title & link |
|---|---|---|
| 649 | 22 comments | Someone built this Elven Tea Machine. It can use any tea leaves |
| 364 | 61 comments | Chinese Girl show step by step of Gong Fu Cha |
| 216 | 9 comments | [Photo] New teapot and cup! |
| 198 | 16 comments | [Photo] An average training day for a newly minted tea merchant |
| 131 | 20 comments | [Photo] A well balanced breakfast |
Daily Discussion Comments
2023.06.05 15:08 VietspaceNam I broke 90 with an 87
 | I went low. I shot an 87 yesterday on the Blue Course at East Potomac Golf Links in Washington DC. It’s my home track and it felt so good. I’ve been playing for about 10 years and just within the last two years have I started to shoot in the mid-low 90’s fairly regularly. Just before this season I got a new TaylorMade Stealth driver and Mizuno JPX 923 Hot Metal irons. I also took a bunch of lessons. But it’s definitely because of the equipment. Never let anyone tell you otherwise (/s). submitted by VietspaceNam to golf [link] [comments] After getting close a couple times before with a 90 or 91, it felt so good to smash through that with an 87. What’s funny is that not one thing was perfect all day. I hit some bombs with the driver, but also duffed a few. I hit only one green on the par 3s. But I had good recovery shots and putted pretty well. I did my best to not get frustrated and focused on the next shot after a bad one. Also I played the entire round with the same ball which was another first. Anyway, it felt great and wanted to share with everyone. Can’t wait to get back out there and probably shoot a 105. But this is the kind of round that keeps you coming back. New goal is 85. Scorecard is going on the fridge. And for anyone wondering about Josh, he was a great hype man and still had a good time with his 108. |
2023.06.05 15:08 kflan138 White Matter Lesion-Questions
What questions should I be asking the doctors? What specialists should I be seeing? (Currently have cardiologist, neurological ophthalmologist, ENT, spine specialist appointments)
MRI findings included a solitary white matter lesion in the right juxtacortical frontal lobe, a pattern that can be seen with a demyelinating process. (Also a short segment signal abnormality in the right posterior intraorbital optic nerve with possible minimal enhancement. Findings raise concern for optic neuritis)
42, female, 5’2”, 123lb. MRI of orbits w/ and w/o contrast found a white matter lesion after going to the opthamologist for some vision impairment/changes in right eye (eye floaters/light flashes/light sensitivity for no reason with symptoms increasing in the shower or after workouts). No findings in office after several tests with dilation. Doc ordered MRI of oribits w/ and w/o contrast.
(Other symptoms: moderate disc degeneration in cervical, thoracic, and lumbar spine. Hand and foot tingling/numbness occasionally, decreased hand strength, attributed to disc disease. Sinus congestion/pressure, attributed to deviation in septum and sphenoid cyst. Brain fog, attributed to gabapentin and/or med adjustments needed for ADHD management).
Have been advised that all symptoms raise concern for MS. Anything else i should be asking about?
submitted by kflan138 to AskDocs [link] [comments]
MRI findings included a solitary white matter lesion in the right juxtacortical frontal lobe, a pattern that can be seen with a demyelinating process. (Also a short segment signal abnormality in the right posterior intraorbital optic nerve with possible minimal enhancement. Findings raise concern for optic neuritis)
42, female, 5’2”, 123lb. MRI of orbits w/ and w/o contrast found a white matter lesion after going to the opthamologist for some vision impairment/changes in right eye (eye floaters/light flashes/light sensitivity for no reason with symptoms increasing in the shower or after workouts). No findings in office after several tests with dilation. Doc ordered MRI of oribits w/ and w/o contrast.
(Other symptoms: moderate disc degeneration in cervical, thoracic, and lumbar spine. Hand and foot tingling/numbness occasionally, decreased hand strength, attributed to disc disease. Sinus congestion/pressure, attributed to deviation in septum and sphenoid cyst. Brain fog, attributed to gabapentin and/or med adjustments needed for ADHD management).
Have been advised that all symptoms raise concern for MS. Anything else i should be asking about?
2023.06.05 15:08 trickytetrazzini morning plumbers! “diy” mom looking for some advice from an expert on a water pressure issue.
 | i am installing a new bathroom faucet. it’s mostly for aesthetic reasons but, while i’m at it, i wanted to get a better understanding of why the pressure of the hot water is so much lower than that of the cold water supply. submitted by trickytetrazzini to Plumbing [link] [comments] for instance, it took me 7 seconds to fill a small tub with cold water. in the same time i filled (at best) a quarter of the tub with the hot supply. first picture is the cold supply valve (lower) and the second is the hot supply valve (upper). i don’t necessarily need to fix this right now. i just want to understand the cause to consider in any future renovations. |
2023.06.05 15:08 pauliej345 Overrated Bourbons
Figured I'd do another post of overrated bourbons to hopefully help some fellow whiskey enthusiasts from making mistakes and letting FOMO get the heat of them. My list of some of the overrated bourbons I've had. Might be some feelings hurt.
1.GTS - Dont get me wrong it's good but obviously it's not worth anywhere close to secondary. I used to pass on it at $500 by me. It's good but it's not that far off other well aged, full proof bourbons. Eagle Rare 17 gets a lot of dislike but honestly I liked it better but both are very close. Yet people say ER17 shouldn't exist and GTS is juice from God. The truth is both are good and very close in quality. Neither are worth more than $250 in today's market
4.Four Roses SB - not as bad as others on this list but suffers from same thing as 1792 maybe even more. Flavors are just so muted and turned down.
5.High West Rendezvous Rye - newer stock from last several years is awful. Drinks like a $20 hot mess.
6.Henry Mckenna 10yr SIb - Dont listen to whiskey awards. There a lot of Barrel variation and it's simply $30-$40 whiskey.
7.EC Toasted - Beem said on here a million times but has to be on list. Stop tapering this bottle. It's over priced even at MSRP.
8.Buffalo Trace Products - Too many to list but they all belong here for one reason or another. They are all wayyy overhyped. Idk why everyone feels like THEY HAVE too buy buffalo trace. Most of there products are good but that's it, there just good and prob worth near msrp.
9.Angels Envy - Overpriced and not that good. There Rye almost certainly has additives for flavoring to it too. Just pass all of it.
10.Four Gate Products - I don't care gow good there barrels are there whiskey is not worth $200 a bottle. They have some good bottles but should prob be priced between $80-$120 at most. But let's not forget there bottles aren't all hitters. They got there fair share of flops and these ones prob worth like $40-$60 at most.
11.Michters - now I actually like there products but the price on all of it is wayy too high. There products over $100 should be cut in half. The Toasted series should be lower by $10-15 but I can live with these but your prob paying secondary for them.
12.Craft Distillery Whiskey under 4yrs old- You always here it's good for a 2 year old whiskey. Hmm well I expect 2yr old whiskeybto taste like crap so this is slightly better crap. I'm all for supporting craft Distillers but the 2yr-3yr old whiskey hype got to stop. It ain't good. Hell even alot of 4yr craft whiskey isnt that good. Try it at a bar or the distillery but don't buy a bottle blindly. Especially when there selling it for $50-$80.
There's plenty more to list but hopefully this help some of you fellow whiskey nerds fight FOMO that we all deal with.
submitted by pauliej345 to whiskey [link] [comments]
1.GTS - Dont get me wrong it's good but obviously it's not worth anywhere close to secondary. I used to pass on it at $500 by me. It's good but it's not that far off other well aged, full proof bourbons. Eagle Rare 17 gets a lot of dislike but honestly I liked it better but both are very close. Yet people say ER17 shouldn't exist and GTS is juice from God. The truth is both are good and very close in quality. Neither are worth more than $250 in today's market
- William LaRue - To be fair I've only had the 2022 version which wasn't received as a great batch but honestly I was so disappointed it has to make my list. There are so many bourbons better I'll never feel bad for not owning this.
4.Four Roses SB - not as bad as others on this list but suffers from same thing as 1792 maybe even more. Flavors are just so muted and turned down.
5.High West Rendezvous Rye - newer stock from last several years is awful. Drinks like a $20 hot mess.
6.Henry Mckenna 10yr SIb - Dont listen to whiskey awards. There a lot of Barrel variation and it's simply $30-$40 whiskey.
7.EC Toasted - Beem said on here a million times but has to be on list. Stop tapering this bottle. It's over priced even at MSRP.
8.Buffalo Trace Products - Too many to list but they all belong here for one reason or another. They are all wayyy overhyped. Idk why everyone feels like THEY HAVE too buy buffalo trace. Most of there products are good but that's it, there just good and prob worth near msrp.
9.Angels Envy - Overpriced and not that good. There Rye almost certainly has additives for flavoring to it too. Just pass all of it.
10.Four Gate Products - I don't care gow good there barrels are there whiskey is not worth $200 a bottle. They have some good bottles but should prob be priced between $80-$120 at most. But let's not forget there bottles aren't all hitters. They got there fair share of flops and these ones prob worth like $40-$60 at most.
11.Michters - now I actually like there products but the price on all of it is wayy too high. There products over $100 should be cut in half. The Toasted series should be lower by $10-15 but I can live with these but your prob paying secondary for them.
12.Craft Distillery Whiskey under 4yrs old- You always here it's good for a 2 year old whiskey. Hmm well I expect 2yr old whiskeybto taste like crap so this is slightly better crap. I'm all for supporting craft Distillers but the 2yr-3yr old whiskey hype got to stop. It ain't good. Hell even alot of 4yr craft whiskey isnt that good. Try it at a bar or the distillery but don't buy a bottle blindly. Especially when there selling it for $50-$80.
There's plenty more to list but hopefully this help some of you fellow whiskey nerds fight FOMO that we all deal with.
2023.06.05 15:07 TheGr8JellyOfDoom [HotA] Update R28 - not working?
Hey guys,
trying to update Homm3 HotA to R28, keeps prompting me for an update, it apparently completes but doesn't resolve and the version is the same. Singleplayer works but Multiplayer prompts for update once again. Any suggestions are appreciated, thank you.
submitted by TheGr8JellyOfDoom to heroes3 [link] [comments]
trying to update Homm3 HotA to R28, keeps prompting me for an update, it apparently completes but doesn't resolve and the version is the same. Singleplayer works but Multiplayer prompts for update once again. Any suggestions are appreciated, thank you.
2023.06.05 15:07 Wonderful-Ad4050 WIBTA if I called my cousins wife out for being attention seeking on social media?
Basically, she’s been struggling with her career journey for years now. In the past three years, she’s started and quit 2 different masters programs and they’re in different fields. (One was is speech pathology, another an MBA) The latest and greatest was her becoming a real estate agent, which she did for about a month before deciding “it’s not for her and the market is terrible”. honestly, She’s 28 and just a hot mess that doesn’t know what she wants to do with her life, in reality she’s making a total fool of herself and no one is telling her that flipping from one master’s program to the next doesn’t make her look smart, it makes her look like an idiot.
So the thing that tipped me into wanting to say something was her newest Masters degree she got accepted to and her way of announcing it. She decided to post it on facebook (first time she’s announced anything on so I media actually) and the fb announcement looked annoyingly similar to my facebook announcement when I got into my doctorate program last year… it was a photo of her wearing a bunch of the school’s apparel (a no-name school that probably only required a pulse to get in) I should add, she made her dog wear a bandanna that said “my moms a future teacher “ 😵💫 and of course there was a long winded essay talking about how “your 20s are a time time to figure out what you DON’T want to do” and she’s so grateful that she “stumbled” into teaching (which how do you just “stumble” upon teaching?)
Then she went on about how we shouldn’t judge people for not knowing what they want to do with their life right away - which is true but that’s not the case when she just quits things on a whim, she’s a textbook definition flake trying to act like she’s actually wants a fulfilling career without actually putting in work.
So just to get more backstory on what kind of experience she has as a teacher, I sent her a polite message with a congratulations, just out of curiosity. To which she responded “I tutored English for ELL students.” As if I’m supposed to know somehow.
What I want to do is post a comment under the post that reads “wow a teacher now huh, very impressive” but my husband told me that I’d be an ahole for doing that figured I’d see what you guys thought.
submitted by Wonderful-Ad4050 to AmItheAsshole [link] [comments]
So the thing that tipped me into wanting to say something was her newest Masters degree she got accepted to and her way of announcing it. She decided to post it on facebook (first time she’s announced anything on so I media actually) and the fb announcement looked annoyingly similar to my facebook announcement when I got into my doctorate program last year… it was a photo of her wearing a bunch of the school’s apparel (a no-name school that probably only required a pulse to get in) I should add, she made her dog wear a bandanna that said “my moms a future teacher “ 😵💫 and of course there was a long winded essay talking about how “your 20s are a time time to figure out what you DON’T want to do” and she’s so grateful that she “stumbled” into teaching (which how do you just “stumble” upon teaching?)
Then she went on about how we shouldn’t judge people for not knowing what they want to do with their life right away - which is true but that’s not the case when she just quits things on a whim, she’s a textbook definition flake trying to act like she’s actually wants a fulfilling career without actually putting in work.
So just to get more backstory on what kind of experience she has as a teacher, I sent her a polite message with a congratulations, just out of curiosity. To which she responded “I tutored English for ELL students.” As if I’m supposed to know somehow.
What I want to do is post a comment under the post that reads “wow a teacher now huh, very impressive” but my husband told me that I’d be an ahole for doing that figured I’d see what you guys thought.
2023.06.05 15:07 Kiranmathew103 Rubber Outdoor Tiles
Rubber outdoor tiles can be a perfect solution for anyone who is looking for an easy way to improve the appearance and functionality of outdoor spaces. These tiles offer an array of benefits that make them a popular choice among various customers. The following article takes a closer look at rubber outdoor tiles, exploring their features, applications, and benefits.
What are Rubber Outdoor Tiles?
Rubber outdoor tiles are floor tiles made of various types of rubber material designed to withstand various environmental elements and weather conditions. The tiles are available in different shapes, sizes, colors, and styles suitable for a wide range of outdoor applications. Some of the common types of rubber outdoor tiles include:
- Interlocking rubber tiles: These are tiles that snap together, making them easy to install without using adhesives.
- Rubber pavers: These are individual tiles that resemble concrete pavers in appearance, but they're made from recycled rubber materials and offer added durability.
- Rolled rubber flooring: This type of flooring involves a mat that can be rolled out, offering seamless coverage over larger surfaces.
Applications of Rubber Outdoor Tiles
Rubber outdoor tiles come in handy in various outdoor areas, including playgrounds, patios, decks, rooftops, balconies, and pool areas. These tiles are versatile and can transform any outdoor space into a safe, attractive, and functional area.
Playgrounds
Rubber outdoor tiles provide an ideal surface in playgrounds, as they are durable and soft, offering added safety for kids playing on them. The tiles cushion falls, reducing the risk of injuries, while their non-slip surface offers added grip, even during wet weather conditions. They also add an aesthetic appeal to playgrounds with their various colors and designs, making them more visually appealing.
Patios and Decks
Rubber outdoor tiles can transform patios and decks into beautiful, functional outdoor living spaces. They offer a slip-resistant surface that makes these areas safer, especially in wet conditions. The tiles also withstand sun exposure, preventing fading, cracking, or warping. They come in various textures, including natural stone, slate, and wood, making them suitable for different patio and deck designs.
Rooftops and Balconies
Rubber outdoor tiles offer an excellent flooring solution for rooftops and balconies, as they're lightweight and easy to install. These tiles feature excellent drainage and are perfect for areas exposed to water and harsh weather conditions. They also add insulation to rooftops, thus reducing energy costs by keeping the house cool during hot weather.
Pool Areas
Rubber outdoor tiles are the perfect solution for areas around the pool. They offer a slip-resistant surface that prevents falls, while their cushioning feature prevents injuries that may occur following accidental falls. What's more, rubber tiles are easy to maintain, and cleaning them is a breeze, requiring only soap and water.
Benefits of Rubber Outdoor Tiles
Rubber outdoor tiles offer myriad benefits for homeowners and commercial businesses alike. Here are some benefits of using rubber outdoor tiles.
Durability
Rubber outdoor tiles are durable and can withstand various outdoor elements. They're impervious to water, making them an excellent solution for outdoor spaces exposed to water and moisture. Rubber tiles don't crack or warp under harsh weather conditions, making them an ideal choice for outdoor applications.
Low Maintenance
Rubber outdoor tiles require minimal maintenance since they're made of durable materials that don't require special treatments. The tiles only need sweeping to get rid of dirt and debris. They're also easy to clean, requiring little effort to restore their appearance.
Safety
Rubber outdoor tiles come with excellent slip-resistant features, making them an ideal option for areas like playgrounds, pool areas, and patios. In their wet state, these tiles grip the ground, making them less slippery and, therefore, reducing the risk of falls and injuries.
Attractive Appearance
Rubber outdoor tiles come in various colors, designs, and styles, making them an excellent addition to any outdoor area. They can transform dull outdoor surfaces into beautiful, functional spaces that can complement any home or commercial business's exterior décor.
Eco-Friendly
Most rubber outdoor tiles are made of recycled rubber materials, making them eco-friendly and ideal for anyone looking for an environmentally friendly flooring solution. They reduce waste by reusing rubber materials, help improve indoor air quality, and minimize drain on natural resources.
Conclusion
Rubber outdoor tiles offer myriad benefits that make them an excellent flooring solution for various outdoor applications. Their durability, eco-friendliness, safety, and attractive appearance make them a popular choice for homeowners and commercial businesses alike. They're perfect for transforming outdoor spaces into functional, safe, and attractive areas. If you're looking for an efficient, easy-to-maintain, and visually appealing outdoor flooring solution, consider using rubber outdoor tiles, and you'll thank yourself in the future.
submitted by Kiranmathew103 to u/Kiranmathew103 [link] [comments]
What are Rubber Outdoor Tiles?
Rubber outdoor tiles are floor tiles made of various types of rubber material designed to withstand various environmental elements and weather conditions. The tiles are available in different shapes, sizes, colors, and styles suitable for a wide range of outdoor applications. Some of the common types of rubber outdoor tiles include:
- Interlocking rubber tiles: These are tiles that snap together, making them easy to install without using adhesives.
- Rubber pavers: These are individual tiles that resemble concrete pavers in appearance, but they're made from recycled rubber materials and offer added durability.
- Rolled rubber flooring: This type of flooring involves a mat that can be rolled out, offering seamless coverage over larger surfaces.
Applications of Rubber Outdoor Tiles
Rubber outdoor tiles come in handy in various outdoor areas, including playgrounds, patios, decks, rooftops, balconies, and pool areas. These tiles are versatile and can transform any outdoor space into a safe, attractive, and functional area.
Playgrounds
Rubber outdoor tiles provide an ideal surface in playgrounds, as they are durable and soft, offering added safety for kids playing on them. The tiles cushion falls, reducing the risk of injuries, while their non-slip surface offers added grip, even during wet weather conditions. They also add an aesthetic appeal to playgrounds with their various colors and designs, making them more visually appealing.
Patios and Decks
Rubber outdoor tiles can transform patios and decks into beautiful, functional outdoor living spaces. They offer a slip-resistant surface that makes these areas safer, especially in wet conditions. The tiles also withstand sun exposure, preventing fading, cracking, or warping. They come in various textures, including natural stone, slate, and wood, making them suitable for different patio and deck designs.
Rooftops and Balconies
Rubber outdoor tiles offer an excellent flooring solution for rooftops and balconies, as they're lightweight and easy to install. These tiles feature excellent drainage and are perfect for areas exposed to water and harsh weather conditions. They also add insulation to rooftops, thus reducing energy costs by keeping the house cool during hot weather.
Pool Areas
Rubber outdoor tiles are the perfect solution for areas around the pool. They offer a slip-resistant surface that prevents falls, while their cushioning feature prevents injuries that may occur following accidental falls. What's more, rubber tiles are easy to maintain, and cleaning them is a breeze, requiring only soap and water.
Benefits of Rubber Outdoor Tiles
Rubber outdoor tiles offer myriad benefits for homeowners and commercial businesses alike. Here are some benefits of using rubber outdoor tiles.
Durability
Rubber outdoor tiles are durable and can withstand various outdoor elements. They're impervious to water, making them an excellent solution for outdoor spaces exposed to water and moisture. Rubber tiles don't crack or warp under harsh weather conditions, making them an ideal choice for outdoor applications.
Low Maintenance
Rubber outdoor tiles require minimal maintenance since they're made of durable materials that don't require special treatments. The tiles only need sweeping to get rid of dirt and debris. They're also easy to clean, requiring little effort to restore their appearance.
Safety
Rubber outdoor tiles come with excellent slip-resistant features, making them an ideal option for areas like playgrounds, pool areas, and patios. In their wet state, these tiles grip the ground, making them less slippery and, therefore, reducing the risk of falls and injuries.
Attractive Appearance
Rubber outdoor tiles come in various colors, designs, and styles, making them an excellent addition to any outdoor area. They can transform dull outdoor surfaces into beautiful, functional spaces that can complement any home or commercial business's exterior décor.
Eco-Friendly
Most rubber outdoor tiles are made of recycled rubber materials, making them eco-friendly and ideal for anyone looking for an environmentally friendly flooring solution. They reduce waste by reusing rubber materials, help improve indoor air quality, and minimize drain on natural resources.
Conclusion
Rubber outdoor tiles offer myriad benefits that make them an excellent flooring solution for various outdoor applications. Their durability, eco-friendliness, safety, and attractive appearance make them a popular choice for homeowners and commercial businesses alike. They're perfect for transforming outdoor spaces into functional, safe, and attractive areas. If you're looking for an efficient, easy-to-maintain, and visually appealing outdoor flooring solution, consider using rubber outdoor tiles, and you'll thank yourself in the future.
2023.06.05 15:05 AutoModerator [Download Course] Cole Gordon – 30 Day Closer (Genkicourses.site)
![[Download Course] Cole Gordon – 30 Day Closer (Genkicourses.site)](https://external-preview.redd.it/SXoAiq43gFrotslk-HuWQV1_8O3VTRpoipvv6iC9hfw.jpg?width=640&crop=smart&auto=webp&s=27420116664abb0de8da3354d7e33515b313d010 "[Download Course] Cole Gordon – 30 Day Closer (Genkicourses.site)") | Get the course here: [Download Course] Cole Gordon – 30 Day Closer (Genkicourses.site) submitted by AutoModerator to NewGenkiCourses [link] [comments] Our website: https://www.genkicourses.site/product/cole-gordon-30-day-close What You Get:Start Here: Intro & Onboarding🧠 Phase 1 – Onboarding & Orientation🧠 Phase 2 – Certification 🧠 Phase 3 – Sourcing Contracts 🧠 Phase 4 – Ramp 🧠 What is Remote Closing 🧠 Tax Strategy For Closers Sales 1o1 Crash Course👉 Intro👉 Sales First Principles 👉 The Belief Ladder 👉 Setter Crash Course 👉 Call Review Breakdown (Setter) 👉 Closer Crash Course 👉 Call Review Breakdown #1 Sourcing a Gig📖 Landing a Setter / Closer Contract – Intro📖 Where to Source contracts 📖 Landing a Gig on LinkedIn 📖 Filter Good Gigs From The Bad 📖 Shooting a Good 1 Minute Video 📖 Creating Standout Applications 📖 Nailing The Screening Interview 📖 Screening Interview Breakdown 📖 Mock Call Intro 📖 How to Conduct Mock Calls 📖 Mock Call Breakdown The Ramp Up🤩 Overview of SOPs Pt. 1🤩 Sales Success Tips & Common Pitfalls 🤩 Salesperson SOP Overview 🤩 30 Day Ramp Up (In Depth) 🤩 Beginning of Day Process Pt 1 🤩 Beginning of Day Process Pt 2 🤩 Beginning of Day Process Pt 3 🤩 Middle of Day Process 🤩 End of Day process Sales Philosophy & Inner Game🚀 Overview of Sales Philosophy and Inner Game🚀 Sales First Principles 🚀 The Belief Ladder 🚀 The Inner Game of Sales 🚀 Subcommunication & Tonality 🚀 Keys to Consistent High-Performance Setter Training💰 Overview of Setter Training💰 Prospecting 1o1 💰 Curated Opportunity Streams 💰 3 Types of Messenger Scripts 💰 Indirect Script 💰 Indirect Script Adjustments 💰 Direct Messenger Script 💰 Cold Messaging Script 💰 How to Create a “2-Step” Post 💰 Outbound Calls – Intro 💰 Outbound Calls – Script 💰 Triage Call – Script 💰 Example Call: Outbound & Triage 💰 Example Call: Triage Only Closer Training Part 1: Intro & Discovery📈 Overview of Closer Training Pt 1📈 Sales Process Overview 📈 Adjustments For 2-Call Closes 📈 Sales Best Practices 📈 Call Introduction 📈 Two Syntaxes Explained 📈 Discovery Syntax #1: Problem-First Syntax 📈 Discovery Syntax #2: Goals First Syntax 📈 Want to Become a Master At Asking Skilled Questions? Watch This 📈 How to Take Notes On Your Sales Calls 📈 Transitioning to the Pitch 📈 Transitioning to the Pitch (Alternative Method) 📈 Example Call: Goals First Syntax – Biz Opp Offer 📈 Example Call: Problems First Syntax – Business Offer Closer Training Part 2: Pitching & Closing📈 Overview of Closer Training Pt 2📈 Pitch Codex – Intro 📈 How to Pitch 📈 Creating Your Pitch (w/ Example) 📈 Committing Phase Objection Handling🚀 Overview of Objection Handling🚀 Objections 1o1 🚀 Pacing The First Objection 🚀 Financial Objections 🚀 PartneSpouse Objection 🚀 Uncertainty-Based Objections & Reframing Patterns 🚀 Closing Patterns & Risk Mitigators (Looping) 🚀 Deposit Closing 🚀 Setting Follow Up Calls 🚀 Pre-Close Reframes Follow Up & Pipeline🚀 Follow Up & Pipeline – Intro🚀 Pipeline Set Up 🚀 The “Re-Offer” 🚀 Leadership Based Follow Up & Conversion Strategies Asking Skilled Questions – Advanced💰 Overview of Advanced Closer Training💰 Getting Clear On The Pain 💰 Background Questions 💰 Doubt Questions 💰 Finances & Resources Questions 💰 Solution Questions 💰 Consequence & Cost Questions 💰 Vision & Desire Questions 💰 Prospect Giving You Super Low Goals? Watch This 💰 Support Questions (Partner & Spouse) 💰 Trust & Transitioning Out Bonus Training👉 Cole Breaking Down His Own Call #1👉 Cole Breaking Down His Own Call #2 👉 Cole Breaking Down His Own Call #3 👉 Consulting Offer Breakdown 👉 Fitness Offer Breakdown 👉 Pre-Pitch Method 👉 Upgrade Calls & Back-End Offer 👉 Assessment Form Training 👉 Selling w/ Case Studies Bonuses:Free Bonus #1: Private Rolodex™If you invest now you’ll get access to my private rolodex of 696 clients you saw earlier…You will be able to apply with my full-cycle recruiting team to get hand-placed in one of the clients I am personally consulting. This way, we can do the “sourcing” part done for you and place you in a high-paying offer ASAP. We can’t guarantee done-for-you placement for EVERY single person who takes us up in the program gets placed. So because of this, I’m also going to give you… Free Bonus #2: My Done-For-You List Of Perfect Clients™This is a hand-picked list of perfect companies who need remote closers who are not are clients (at least yet, 😉 It’s a DFY list of small FB and Linkedin Groups as well as other segmented lists of perfect clients. How do I know it’s perfect? Because it’s the same exact list my team uses to prospect for our clients. So we know it works 😉 And remember: I’m already giving you copy & paste outreach messages so you can land a contract, fast. They’re the EXACT messaging templates I used when I got my first contract with NO experience. I sent 54 of these templates and got 5 offers within 7 days!Free Bonus #3: Sales 1o1 Crash Course™Strapped on time? If you invest TODAY, I’ll give you a special training series I originally created for Tony Robbins & Dean Graziosi. You can go through the crash in just a couple hours and know ALL the essentials to start remote closing or setting – NOW. Combine this WITH the rolodex + DFY lists, you could have a gig in as little as 7 days!BONUS #4: Ascension Masterclass™Remember how I was telling you these business owners HATE taking sales calls? Well, guess what’s the only thing they hate MORE than taking the actual calls? Managing the sales team. Believe me: This is the LAST thing these business owners want to do. And because of this, they’ll pay a hefty % of the profits to a sales integrator who can do this FOR them… The Ascension Masterclass™ is currently the ONLY training material that shows you how to go from closer → sales integrator.BONUS #5: Access To The Vault™It’s one thing for me to teach you all the tactics and sales techniques. But how much faster would you be able to learn it if you could see it in real time? In the vault, you will have access to personal call recordings and breakdowns of ME. That way, you can simply model my behavior to start making big money ASAP.BONUS #6: The Interview Cheat SheetSimply by using the copy-and-paste message + DFY list of clients I give you, you’ll sit back and watch as opportunities are falling in your lap. Now, once you’re talking with the business owners… what if I could give you the right answers to every single question they’re going to ask you? That’s exactly what the interview cheat sheet is. I’m basically giving you the answers to the test, before you take it. How do I know it’s the right answers? Because I’ve consulted over 1000 sales teams and am considered the industry leaders in that space. Believe me, I know all the questions. Hell, half of them learned from me, anyways 🙂 Imagine how blown away the business owner will be when you nail every single question that they ask…That’s exactly what this cheat sheet will do for you.BONUS #7: Elite Subcommunication & Tonality™2 closers. Same scripts. Different results. Why? I’ll show you subtle subcommunication & tonality cues causing avg. salesppl to miss easy sales. And, you can deploy power cues & triggers that make you WILDLY persuasive to most prospects.BONUS #8: Inner Game Of Sales™Ever struggled with inconsistency? Sales slumps? This training will show you the mental models I use to stay hot – all of the time! Imagine: You never went into a sales slump…How much more money would you make? This will give you consistency in EVERY aspect of your life… @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ If you're wondering why our courses are priced lower than the original prices and are feeling a bit suspicious (which is understandable), we can provide proof of the course's contents. We can provide a screenshot of the course's contents or send you a freebie, such as an introduction video or another video from the course, to prove that we do have the course. Should you wish to request proof, we kindly ask you to reach out to us. Please be aware that our courses do not include community access. This is due to the fact that we do not have the authority to manage this feature. Despite our desire to incorporate this aspect, it is, unfortunately, unfeasible. Explore affordable learning at Genkicourses.site 🎓! Dive into a world of quality courses handpicked just for you. Download, watch, and achieve more without breaking your budget. |
2023.06.05 15:05 Jd0266 Party Girls Swimming and Hot Tub Pussy Eating Part 2
 | submitted by Jd0266 to Gccj13 [link] [comments] |
2023.06.05 15:05 AutoModerator [Get] Iman Gadzhi Agency Navigator FULL updated course And 3,000+ MORE FREE courses (http://smmacourses.com/)
if ANYONE is interested send me a message on Fiverr
==> http://smmacourses.com/
NEW COURSES (Included when buying my whole collection!):
· ⭐Iman Gadzhi – Agency Navigator 2023
· ⭐Sam Ovens - Consulting Accelerator 2023
· ⭐Cole Gordon – 30 Day Closer
· ⭐Montell Gordon - Agency Transmulation
· ⭐Charlie Morgan - Easygrow Course
· ⭐Sebastian Esqueda - Ecom Revolution
· ⭐Biaheza Droppshiping Course 2023
· Andrew Tate – Courses Bundle
· Charlie Morgan - Imperium Agency
· Charlie Morgan - Gym Growth Accelerator
· Biaheza - Full Dropshipping Course 2023
· Jordan Welch - The Reveal 2023
· Savannah Sanchez - TikTok Ads Course 2023
· Iman Gadzhi - Copy Paste Agency
· Sam Ovens - UpLevel Consulting
· Miles – The FBA Roadmap + The Profit Vault
· Andrew Giorgi – Amazon Dropshipping Course
· Sebastian Esqueda – Ecom Revolution Training Program
· Luca Netz – Advanced Dropshipping 2023
· Kevin King – Freedom Ticket 3.0
· Jordan Platten – LearnAds – Facebook Ads Pro 2023
· Miles – The FBA Roadmap + The Profit Vault
· Dan Vas – Ecom Freedom Shopify Blueprint 2023
· Alexander J.A Cortes - WiFi Money Machine
· Kody Knows - Native Mastery
· Bastiaan Slot - Six Figure Consulting
· Kaibax - Centurion agency
· Joe Robert - Print On Demand Accelerator
· Ryan Hogue - Ryan's Method Dropshipped POD
· Kevin Zhang - Ecommerce Millionaire Mastery
· Ryan Lee – 48 Hour Continuity
· [METHOD] ⚡️TikTok Algorithm Domination Skyrocket your engagement TODAY Updated 2023✨
· Troy Ericson – Email List Management Certification
· Larry Goins – Filthy Riches Home Study Course
· Ry Schwartz – Automated Intimacy
· Patrick Bet-David – All Access Bundle
· Andrea Unger – Master the Code & Go LIVE
· Jon Benson – 10 Minute Sales Letter
· Alen Sultanic – Automatic Clients & Bonuses
· Taylor Welch – Cashflow for Consultants
· Akeem Reed – Slingshot Rental Blueprint
· The Futur Greg Gunn – Illustration for Designers
· Trading180 – Supply And Demand Zone Trading Course
· Jim McKelvey (Foundr) – How To Build An Unbeatable Business
· Master of AI Copy – Copy School by Copyhackers
· Copyhackers – Copy School 2023
· Matei – Gann Master Forex Course
· YOYAO Hsueh – Topical Maps Unlocked
· Tyler McMurray – Facts Verse Youtube Automation Course
· Ashton Shanks – 7 Day Copywriting Challenge Featuring ChatGPT
· Rene Lacad – Rockstar Marketing Blueprint
· Top Trade Tools – Hedge Fund Trender
· Brandi Mowles – Conversion For Clients
· Glen Allsopp – SEO Blueprint 2 (DETAILED)
· Trading Busters – Prop Trading Formula Course
· Sam Woods – The AI Copywriting Workshop (Complete Edition)
· Brian Anderson – Recovery Profit System
· LOW COMPETITION KEYWORDS IN MINUTES ⚡ 70+ REVIEWS ✅ BONUS PDF WORTH $200+
· Devon Brown – Easiest System Ever
· Duston McGroarty – St. Patrick’s Day 2023 Live Event
· Dan Wardrope – Click & Deploy Sales Android
· Lost Boys Academy – How To Make Life Changing Money With OnlyFans!
· WealthFRX Trading Mastery Course 2.0
· TOM & HARRY – Digital Culture Academy
· 100+ Cold Email Templates
· [METHOD] ✅ Make Real Cash with Auto Blogging ⛔Get $1199 Worth of Resources ❌ CUSTOMIZED SECRET PROCESS⚡DONE FOR YOU SITE ⭐ Unlimited Niche Opportunity & So on
· Tobias Dahlberg – Brand Mastery
· Raul Gonzalez – Day Trading Institution 2.0
· Rasmus & Christian Mikkelsen –Impact Academy 2023
· [METHOD] ☢️ The Quick eBay Money Loophole Guide ☢️
· Apteros Trading – March 2023 Intensive
· Rob Lennon – Zero to 10k Twitter Accelerator
· Rob Lennon – Next-Level Prompt Engineering with AI
· Rasmus & Christian Mikkelsen – NEW Audiobook Income Academy Download
· Grow and Convert – Customers From Content
· Charles Miller – The Writersonal Branding Playbook
· Kaye Putnam – Convert with a Quiz
· Forex Mentor – London Close Trade 2.0
· Chase Reiner – Fortune Bots Update 1
· Andrew Ethan Zeng – Social Marketing Mastery
· [Method] Upload FULL, 100% Unedited Copyrighted Videos on Youtube! Content ID DESTROYER!
· Digital Daily – Top 150 ChatGPT Prompts to Make your Life Easy
· Patek Fynnip – Psychology Course
· Thomas Frank – Creator’s Companion (Ultimate Brain Edition)
· [METHOD] ⚡ See the MAGIC of Bulk Posting ✨ Untapped Method ✅ [ BONUS ChatGpt and Affiliate list Pdf]✅
· ⭕️ YouTube Content Machine – Unlimited FREE traffic for CPA – Fully Automated Method ⭕️
· Jakob Greenfeld – Scraping The Web For Fun and Profit
· Adrian Twarog – OpenAI Template Starter Kit for ChatGPT / GPT3
· The Secret Merchants List of Over 2000+ Dropshippers and Amazon FBA Suppliers Based in The US
· Top Trade Tools – Top Swing Trader Pro
· Charlie Houpert – Charisma University 2023
· ▶️ [METHOD + GUIDE] ✅ Make Money ✅ with Kindle Books ⚠️ Even if You Can’t Write ⚠️ [STEP-BY-STEP] ⚡ NO INVESTMENT REQUIRED! ⚡
· Charlie Morgan – Easy Grow
· Nina Clapperton – Jasper AI Course for Bloggers
· Travis Stephenson – Simple Profit System
· Manny Khoshbin – Real Estate Starter Program
· Tanner Henkel & Jerrod Harlan – 7-Figure Email Machine
· [METHOD] Stop Wasting Money on AI Writers Train And Fine-Tune Your Own AI For Free With No Code ⚡⚡⚡Real Method & Practice Examples ⚡⚡
· Creator Hooks – YouTube Title Mastery
· Thomas Frank – Creator’s Companion (Ultimate Brain Edition)
· Sean Dollwet – Royalty Hero
· Jason Bell – Birthday Marketing Formula
· NXT Level FX – Investors Domain
· [METHOD] ⏩ My ETSY $40K~ Passive Income 2023 + HOT Products (Earning Proof) ⏪ Make Money No Marketing Easy $40K~ Guide FOR NOOBS ✅
· Rob Jones & Gerry Cramer – Profit Singularity Ultra Edition 2022 (AI & ChatGPT)
· Cody Wittick & Taylor Lagace – The Influencer Marketing Blueprint
· ⚡️➡️$390/Week BLUEPRINT+PROOF✅Scalable Method❤️Amazon to eBay Dropship✅
· Kody Ashmore – Simpler Trading – Drama Free Day Trades ELITE
· Youri van Hofwegen – YouTube Search Automation
· Montell Gordon – Agency Transmutation
· Csaba Borzasi – Breakthrough Conversions Academy
· Tim Denning – Twitter Badassery
· Geoff Cudd – AI Writing Course for Bloggers & Digital Marketers
· RED CPA FORMULA – UNTAPPED UNDERGROUND CPA SYSTEM
· BowtiedCocoon – Zero to $100k: Landing Any Tech Sales Role
· Holly Starks – Make LINK BUILDING Great Again!
· Mike Warren – Deeds4Cash
· BITCOIN BRITS – The Crypto Course
· Max Gilles – ⚡️☄️ UHQ Leak ❤️CPA JACKER – Epic CPA Blueprint✅⚡️
· Aidan Booth & Steve Clayton – 123 Profit Update 9
· Christina Galbato – The Influencer Bootcamp
· John Thornhill – Ambassador Program
· [Sales] 999+ Ultimate ChatGPT Prompts To Copy & Paste (250+ tasks)
· Pollinate Trading – Curvy Trading System
· Content Mavericks – The Greatest Hits Content System
· Andriy Boychuk – Flowium – Klaviyo Mastery 2.0
· Dagobert Renouf – How To Dominate Twitter (Advanced Growth Bundle)
· Darius Lukas – ⭐ The Marketer’s Bible to ChatGPT ✅ 1000+ ChatGPT Prompts to Copy, Paste & Scale
· Billy Gene – 5 Day A.I. Crash Course for Marketers
· Alex Cattoni – Posse Eye Brand Voice Challenge Program
· Casey Zander – YouTube Fame Game Blueprint
· Harlan Kilstein – Midjourney Mastery
· Shawna Newman – YouTube for Niche Sites
· [Marketing] 1099+ Ultimate ChatGPT Marketing Prompts To Copy & Paste (200+ tasks)
· Karen Foo – Star Traders Forex Intermediate Course
· TheMacLyf – Hive Mind & Masterclass (Onlyfans Course)
· Brittany Lewis – Top Seller Secret
· Dan Henry – Facebook Ads for Entrepreneur
· Russ Horn – Ultra Blue Forex
· Scott Phillips – Crypto Salary System
· Roland Frasier – AI Powered Expert Apprentice + Update 1
· Roger & Barry – Give Academy 1k/Day Platinum Mastermind [COMPLETE with LATEST UPDATE]
· Bretty Curry (Smart Marketer) – Smart Amazon Ecommerce
· Steven Dux – Traders Edge 2023
· Aidan Booth & Steve Clayton – 123 Profit
· Allie Bjerk – Tiny Offer Lab
· Dicke Bush – Generate 10x More Content Using AI
· Mateusz Rutkowski – New Money Blueprint
· Smart Raja Concepts (SRC) – Forex 101
· Chase Reiner – Short Form Riches Bootcamp 2023 – AI ChatGPT Bot Update 3
· Chase Reiner – AI Profits
· Travis Sago – Cold Outreach & Prospecting AMA Offer (Best Value with All Bonuses)
· Live Traders – Professional Trading Strategies
· Allan Dib – The 1-Page Marketing Plan Course
· Dan Koe – Digital Economics Masters Degree
· The Trading Guide – The Gold Box Strategy
· The Complete XAUUSD GOLD Forex Scalping System On Real Trading Account
if ANYONE is interested send me a message on Fiverr
==> http://smmacourses.com/
submitted by AutoModerator to StopBeingPoorBrokie [link] [comments]
==> http://smmacourses.com/
NEW COURSES (Included when buying my whole collection!):
· ⭐Iman Gadzhi – Agency Navigator 2023
· ⭐Sam Ovens - Consulting Accelerator 2023
· ⭐Cole Gordon – 30 Day Closer
· ⭐Montell Gordon - Agency Transmulation
· ⭐Charlie Morgan - Easygrow Course
· ⭐Sebastian Esqueda - Ecom Revolution
· ⭐Biaheza Droppshiping Course 2023
· Andrew Tate – Courses Bundle
· Charlie Morgan - Imperium Agency
· Charlie Morgan - Gym Growth Accelerator
· Biaheza - Full Dropshipping Course 2023
· Jordan Welch - The Reveal 2023
· Savannah Sanchez - TikTok Ads Course 2023
· Iman Gadzhi - Copy Paste Agency
· Sam Ovens - UpLevel Consulting
· Miles – The FBA Roadmap + The Profit Vault
· Andrew Giorgi – Amazon Dropshipping Course
· Sebastian Esqueda – Ecom Revolution Training Program
· Luca Netz – Advanced Dropshipping 2023
· Kevin King – Freedom Ticket 3.0
· Jordan Platten – LearnAds – Facebook Ads Pro 2023
· Miles – The FBA Roadmap + The Profit Vault
· Dan Vas – Ecom Freedom Shopify Blueprint 2023
· Alexander J.A Cortes - WiFi Money Machine
· Kody Knows - Native Mastery
· Bastiaan Slot - Six Figure Consulting
· Kaibax - Centurion agency
· Joe Robert - Print On Demand Accelerator
· Ryan Hogue - Ryan's Method Dropshipped POD
· Kevin Zhang - Ecommerce Millionaire Mastery
· Ryan Lee – 48 Hour Continuity
· [METHOD] ⚡️TikTok Algorithm Domination Skyrocket your engagement TODAY Updated 2023✨
· Troy Ericson – Email List Management Certification
· Larry Goins – Filthy Riches Home Study Course
· Ry Schwartz – Automated Intimacy
· Patrick Bet-David – All Access Bundle
· Andrea Unger – Master the Code & Go LIVE
· Jon Benson – 10 Minute Sales Letter
· Alen Sultanic – Automatic Clients & Bonuses
· Taylor Welch – Cashflow for Consultants
· Akeem Reed – Slingshot Rental Blueprint
· The Futur Greg Gunn – Illustration for Designers
· Trading180 – Supply And Demand Zone Trading Course
· Jim McKelvey (Foundr) – How To Build An Unbeatable Business
· Master of AI Copy – Copy School by Copyhackers
· Copyhackers – Copy School 2023
· Matei – Gann Master Forex Course
· YOYAO Hsueh – Topical Maps Unlocked
· Tyler McMurray – Facts Verse Youtube Automation Course
· Ashton Shanks – 7 Day Copywriting Challenge Featuring ChatGPT
· Rene Lacad – Rockstar Marketing Blueprint
· Top Trade Tools – Hedge Fund Trender
· Brandi Mowles – Conversion For Clients
· Glen Allsopp – SEO Blueprint 2 (DETAILED)
· Trading Busters – Prop Trading Formula Course
· Sam Woods – The AI Copywriting Workshop (Complete Edition)
· Brian Anderson – Recovery Profit System
· LOW COMPETITION KEYWORDS IN MINUTES ⚡ 70+ REVIEWS ✅ BONUS PDF WORTH $200+
· Devon Brown – Easiest System Ever
· Duston McGroarty – St. Patrick’s Day 2023 Live Event
· Dan Wardrope – Click & Deploy Sales Android
· Lost Boys Academy – How To Make Life Changing Money With OnlyFans!
· WealthFRX Trading Mastery Course 2.0
· TOM & HARRY – Digital Culture Academy
· 100+ Cold Email Templates
· [METHOD] ✅ Make Real Cash with Auto Blogging ⛔Get $1199 Worth of Resources ❌ CUSTOMIZED SECRET PROCESS⚡DONE FOR YOU SITE ⭐ Unlimited Niche Opportunity & So on
· Tobias Dahlberg – Brand Mastery
· Raul Gonzalez – Day Trading Institution 2.0
· Rasmus & Christian Mikkelsen –Impact Academy 2023
· [METHOD] ☢️ The Quick eBay Money Loophole Guide ☢️
· Apteros Trading – March 2023 Intensive
· Rob Lennon – Zero to 10k Twitter Accelerator
· Rob Lennon – Next-Level Prompt Engineering with AI
· Rasmus & Christian Mikkelsen – NEW Audiobook Income Academy Download
· Grow and Convert – Customers From Content
· Charles Miller – The Writersonal Branding Playbook
· Kaye Putnam – Convert with a Quiz
· Forex Mentor – London Close Trade 2.0
· Chase Reiner – Fortune Bots Update 1
· Andrew Ethan Zeng – Social Marketing Mastery
· [Method] Upload FULL, 100% Unedited Copyrighted Videos on Youtube! Content ID DESTROYER!
· Digital Daily – Top 150 ChatGPT Prompts to Make your Life Easy
· Patek Fynnip – Psychology Course
· Thomas Frank – Creator’s Companion (Ultimate Brain Edition)
· [METHOD] ⚡ See the MAGIC of Bulk Posting ✨ Untapped Method ✅ [ BONUS ChatGpt and Affiliate list Pdf]✅
· ⭕️ YouTube Content Machine – Unlimited FREE traffic for CPA – Fully Automated Method ⭕️
· Jakob Greenfeld – Scraping The Web For Fun and Profit
· Adrian Twarog – OpenAI Template Starter Kit for ChatGPT / GPT3
· The Secret Merchants List of Over 2000+ Dropshippers and Amazon FBA Suppliers Based in The US
· Top Trade Tools – Top Swing Trader Pro
· Charlie Houpert – Charisma University 2023
· ▶️ [METHOD + GUIDE] ✅ Make Money ✅ with Kindle Books ⚠️ Even if You Can’t Write ⚠️ [STEP-BY-STEP] ⚡ NO INVESTMENT REQUIRED! ⚡
· Charlie Morgan – Easy Grow
· Nina Clapperton – Jasper AI Course for Bloggers
· Travis Stephenson – Simple Profit System
· Manny Khoshbin – Real Estate Starter Program
· Tanner Henkel & Jerrod Harlan – 7-Figure Email Machine
· [METHOD] Stop Wasting Money on AI Writers Train And Fine-Tune Your Own AI For Free With No Code ⚡⚡⚡Real Method & Practice Examples ⚡⚡
· Creator Hooks – YouTube Title Mastery
· Thomas Frank – Creator’s Companion (Ultimate Brain Edition)
· Sean Dollwet – Royalty Hero
· Jason Bell – Birthday Marketing Formula
· NXT Level FX – Investors Domain
· [METHOD] ⏩ My ETSY $40K~ Passive Income 2023 + HOT Products (Earning Proof) ⏪ Make Money No Marketing Easy $40K~ Guide FOR NOOBS ✅
· Rob Jones & Gerry Cramer – Profit Singularity Ultra Edition 2022 (AI & ChatGPT)
· Cody Wittick & Taylor Lagace – The Influencer Marketing Blueprint
· ⚡️➡️$390/Week BLUEPRINT+PROOF✅Scalable Method❤️Amazon to eBay Dropship✅
· Kody Ashmore – Simpler Trading – Drama Free Day Trades ELITE
· Youri van Hofwegen – YouTube Search Automation
· Montell Gordon – Agency Transmutation
· Csaba Borzasi – Breakthrough Conversions Academy
· Tim Denning – Twitter Badassery
· Geoff Cudd – AI Writing Course for Bloggers & Digital Marketers
· RED CPA FORMULA – UNTAPPED UNDERGROUND CPA SYSTEM
· BowtiedCocoon – Zero to $100k: Landing Any Tech Sales Role
· Holly Starks – Make LINK BUILDING Great Again!
· Mike Warren – Deeds4Cash
· BITCOIN BRITS – The Crypto Course
· Max Gilles – ⚡️☄️ UHQ Leak ❤️CPA JACKER – Epic CPA Blueprint✅⚡️
· Aidan Booth & Steve Clayton – 123 Profit Update 9
· Christina Galbato – The Influencer Bootcamp
· John Thornhill – Ambassador Program
· [Sales] 999+ Ultimate ChatGPT Prompts To Copy & Paste (250+ tasks)
· Pollinate Trading – Curvy Trading System
· Content Mavericks – The Greatest Hits Content System
· Andriy Boychuk – Flowium – Klaviyo Mastery 2.0
· Dagobert Renouf – How To Dominate Twitter (Advanced Growth Bundle)
· Darius Lukas – ⭐ The Marketer’s Bible to ChatGPT ✅ 1000+ ChatGPT Prompts to Copy, Paste & Scale
· Billy Gene – 5 Day A.I. Crash Course for Marketers
· Alex Cattoni – Posse Eye Brand Voice Challenge Program
· Casey Zander – YouTube Fame Game Blueprint
· Harlan Kilstein – Midjourney Mastery
· Shawna Newman – YouTube for Niche Sites
· [Marketing] 1099+ Ultimate ChatGPT Marketing Prompts To Copy & Paste (200+ tasks)
· Karen Foo – Star Traders Forex Intermediate Course
· TheMacLyf – Hive Mind & Masterclass (Onlyfans Course)
· Brittany Lewis – Top Seller Secret
· Dan Henry – Facebook Ads for Entrepreneur
· Russ Horn – Ultra Blue Forex
· Scott Phillips – Crypto Salary System
· Roland Frasier – AI Powered Expert Apprentice + Update 1
· Roger & Barry – Give Academy 1k/Day Platinum Mastermind [COMPLETE with LATEST UPDATE]
· Bretty Curry (Smart Marketer) – Smart Amazon Ecommerce
· Steven Dux – Traders Edge 2023
· Aidan Booth & Steve Clayton – 123 Profit
· Allie Bjerk – Tiny Offer Lab
· Dicke Bush – Generate 10x More Content Using AI
· Mateusz Rutkowski – New Money Blueprint
· Smart Raja Concepts (SRC) – Forex 101
· Chase Reiner – Short Form Riches Bootcamp 2023 – AI ChatGPT Bot Update 3
· Chase Reiner – AI Profits
· Travis Sago – Cold Outreach & Prospecting AMA Offer (Best Value with All Bonuses)
· Live Traders – Professional Trading Strategies
· Allan Dib – The 1-Page Marketing Plan Course
· Dan Koe – Digital Economics Masters Degree
· The Trading Guide – The Gold Box Strategy
· The Complete XAUUSD GOLD Forex Scalping System On Real Trading Account
if ANYONE is interested send me a message on Fiverr
==> http://smmacourses.com/
2023.06.05 15:04 AutoModerator [Download Course] Nate Armstrong – Social Media Blueprint (Genkicourses.site)
![[Download Course] Nate Armstrong – Social Media Blueprint (Genkicourses.site)](https://external-preview.redd.it/l3TpsahTQJPf2dcEeZPC-GVXk6my6SQKyqyyVp5Ef5k.jpg?width=640&crop=smart&auto=webp&s=ea305e409c4d4580f08bf693994901b04fe1fc64 "[Download Course] Nate Armstrong – Social Media Blueprint (Genkicourses.site)") | submitted by AutoModerator to HQCoursesGenki [link] [comments] Get the course here: https://www.genkicourses.site/product/nate-armstrong-social-media-blueprint/ Our website: https://www.genkicourses.site/product/nate-armstrong-social-media-blueprint/ How to Land Real Estate Deals Using Social MediaProven Methods Work Everywhere, including Untapped, Uncrowded, Unknown Markets
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ If you're wondering why our courses are priced lower than the original prices and are feeling a bit suspicious (which is understandable), we can provide proof of the course's contents. We can provide a screenshot of the course's contents or send you a freebie, such as an introduction video or another video from the course, to prove that we do have the course. Should you wish to request proof, we kindly ask you to reach out to us. Please be aware that our courses do not include community access. This is due to the fact that we do not have the authority to manage this feature. Despite our desire to incorporate this aspect, it is, unfortunately, unfeasible. Explore affordable learning at Genkicourses.site 🎓! Dive into a world of quality courses handpicked just for you. Download, watch, and achieve more without breaking your budget. |
2023.06.05 15:04 SVNihilism The Campaign Is The Best Part of the Game
Don't worry, I won't spoil any plot.
I usually do everything possible to avoid the story in arpgs, but I actually enjoyed the campaign for all its faults: the writing was a bit cringy at times, they overused aspects of previous Diablo games, character motivations sometimes made little sense, the random "accidents" were borderline silly, and I didn't necessarily like how it progressed, but it was still an enjoyable experience and I really loved certain cinematics.
But i've seen a MASSIVE drop off in interest in myself and my friends once they have unlocked World III, especially with the season on the horizon.
Now this will be a hot take since most people are in the honeymoon phase of their D4 experience, but I think D4 progression feels the worst of any Diablo game, including Diablo Immortal as a F2P.
Most of the things you do is for account power and they feel like chores, like Renown capping: grabbing all the altars, doing every dungeon, doing all the sidequests, etc. The most enjoyable part are strongholds which are one time events.
I play HC and it's at the point where I can make an alt and get to near where my main is in 6 hours, now this isn't necessarily bad but I often feel like i'm grinding for a future alt more than the character i'm playing because by like 50+ your character is mostly done. To be clear, there are only 50 "true" levels, anything beyond that is just paragon. You should have all your normal legendaries at that point and the only thing you'd be waiting on is potentially core uniques, if your build even requires any.
It's strictly a "numbers go up" gameplay loop at that point, almost identical to D3 but in a less enjoyable loop.
So 6 hours to get a new character to end game, but the builds feel less engaging than even D3. For all of D3's faults, they did have a ton of very fun builds to me. Explosive Blast Melee Wizard or the first meta wiz build Hydra Life on Kill was probably my all time favorites.
I can't pinpoint why, but there's something about D4's builds that's just consistently underwhelming, even when you get to the point where you're very strong. Perhaps it's not the builds themselves but other gameplay aspects, but it just doesn't click for me and it's very frustrating because I can always find builds to enjoy in any arpg I play, whether it's D2, D3, DI, PoE, Grimdawn, Last Epoch, Wolcen, etc. I've always had fun even if it didn't last very long, and I haven't been able to get that hit with D4.
A contributing factor might potentially be the end game itself. It doesn't really exist. It's this aspect that is probably closer to an MMORPG than any modern ARPG.
You can't just grind. There's so much baked in downtime. It feels like you're constantly flooring it to only need to slam your breaks on repeat.
But to be fair most ARPGs are pretty bad on release, it takes time and continual development to get into their stride, but it's hard to be optimistic about that future like what seasons will bring when a lot of the foundations of the game aren't very appealing compared to its peers or even past iterations of the Diablo franchise.
submitted by SVNihilism to diablo4 [link] [comments]
I usually do everything possible to avoid the story in arpgs, but I actually enjoyed the campaign for all its faults: the writing was a bit cringy at times, they overused aspects of previous Diablo games, character motivations sometimes made little sense, the random "accidents" were borderline silly, and I didn't necessarily like how it progressed, but it was still an enjoyable experience and I really loved certain cinematics.
But i've seen a MASSIVE drop off in interest in myself and my friends once they have unlocked World III, especially with the season on the horizon.
Now this will be a hot take since most people are in the honeymoon phase of their D4 experience, but I think D4 progression feels the worst of any Diablo game, including Diablo Immortal as a F2P.
Most of the things you do is for account power and they feel like chores, like Renown capping: grabbing all the altars, doing every dungeon, doing all the sidequests, etc. The most enjoyable part are strongholds which are one time events.
I play HC and it's at the point where I can make an alt and get to near where my main is in 6 hours, now this isn't necessarily bad but I often feel like i'm grinding for a future alt more than the character i'm playing because by like 50+ your character is mostly done. To be clear, there are only 50 "true" levels, anything beyond that is just paragon. You should have all your normal legendaries at that point and the only thing you'd be waiting on is potentially core uniques, if your build even requires any.
It's strictly a "numbers go up" gameplay loop at that point, almost identical to D3 but in a less enjoyable loop.
So 6 hours to get a new character to end game, but the builds feel less engaging than even D3. For all of D3's faults, they did have a ton of very fun builds to me. Explosive Blast Melee Wizard or the first meta wiz build Hydra Life on Kill was probably my all time favorites.
I can't pinpoint why, but there's something about D4's builds that's just consistently underwhelming, even when you get to the point where you're very strong. Perhaps it's not the builds themselves but other gameplay aspects, but it just doesn't click for me and it's very frustrating because I can always find builds to enjoy in any arpg I play, whether it's D2, D3, DI, PoE, Grimdawn, Last Epoch, Wolcen, etc. I've always had fun even if it didn't last very long, and I haven't been able to get that hit with D4.
A contributing factor might potentially be the end game itself. It doesn't really exist. It's this aspect that is probably closer to an MMORPG than any modern ARPG.
You can't just grind. There's so much baked in downtime. It feels like you're constantly flooring it to only need to slam your breaks on repeat.
But to be fair most ARPGs are pretty bad on release, it takes time and continual development to get into their stride, but it's hard to be optimistic about that future like what seasons will bring when a lot of the foundations of the game aren't very appealing compared to its peers or even past iterations of the Diablo franchise.
2023.06.05 15:04 Agn823 Week 23 Introduction Thread: Boards
This week is all about boards, but don't worry, we're not just talking about the boring charcuterie and cheese boards you're used to. Let's get creative with some unique and out-of-the-box ideas for you.
How about a dessert board? Or a brunch board? Because regular breakfast foods are just too mainstream. And who needs sushi rolls when you can have them artfully arranged on a board?
The possibilities are endless, so get creative! Whether it's sweet or savory, hot or cold, vegan or meaty, the only real rule is that it has to be served on a board. So break out your favorite board and get ready to show off your board-building skills.
submitted by Agn823 to 52weeksofcooking [link] [comments]
How about a dessert board? Or a brunch board? Because regular breakfast foods are just too mainstream. And who needs sushi rolls when you can have them artfully arranged on a board?
The possibilities are endless, so get creative! Whether it's sweet or savory, hot or cold, vegan or meaty, the only real rule is that it has to be served on a board. So break out your favorite board and get ready to show off your board-building skills.