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[Store] Shadow Daggers Sapphire, Bowie Doppler Phase4, Bowie Marble Fade Fn, Butterfly Safari Mesh Ft, M4A4 Blue Phosphor Fn, M4A4 Icarus Fel Fn, Awp Oni Taiji Mw, Ak-47 Vulcan MW, and many other Knives/Gloves/Skins Store
2023.06.02 10:30 cranky1308 [Store] Shadow Daggers Sapphire, Bowie Doppler Phase4, Bowie Marble Fade Fn, Butterfly Safari Mesh Ft, M4A4 Blue Phosphor Fn, M4A4 Icarus Fel Fn, Awp Oni Taiji Mw, Ak-47 Vulcan MW, and many other Knives/Gloves/Skins Store
Trading all the Skins in my Steam Inventory
B/O refers to SMP and only serves as an orienting point
Mainly looking for trades - for fast response send a tradeoffer
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Knives
Gloves
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B/O refers to SMP and only serves as an orienting point
Mainly looking for trades - for fast response send a tradeoffer
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Knives
| Skin | Condition | Price (SMP) | Float | Tradelock |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| ★ Shadow Daggers Doppler (Sapphire) | FN | 1.300,00 € | 0,0118 | |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Safari Mesh | FT | 701,14 € | 0,2212 | Mon Jun 05 |
| ★ Bowie Knife Marble Fade | FN | 451,24 € | 0,0245 | |
| ★ Shadow Daggers Fade | FN | 443,06 € | 0,0258 | |
| ★ Bowie Knife Doppler (Phase 4) | FN | 419,09 € | 0,0353 | |
| ★ Bayonet Freehand | FT | 398,10 € | 0,2524 | |
| ★ Gut Knife Doppler (Phase 3) | FN | 171,22 € | 0,0357 | |
| ★ Navaja Knife | 158,56 € | 0,7850 | ||
| ★ Huntsman Knife Ultraviolet | BS | 142,64 € | 0,6297 | |
| ★ StatTrak™ Bowie Knife Rust Coat | WW | 128,24 € | 0,4099 | Mon Jun 05 |
| ★ Gut Knife Blue Steel | FT | 127,99 € | 0,3406 | |
| ★ Paracord Knife Scorched | FT | 126,86 € | 0,3314 |
| Skin | Condition | Price (SMP) | Float | Tradelock |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| ★ Broken Fang Gloves Jade | MW | 378,72 € | 0,1272 | |
| ★ Sport Gloves Nocts | FT | 361,49 € | 0,2153 | |
| ★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid | WW | 352,15 € | 0,4178 | |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web | FT | 350,86 € | 0,2714 | |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Emerald Web | BS | 331,07 € | 0,7640 | |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Mogul | FT | 266,89 € | 0,3744 | |
| ★ Moto Gloves Polygon | FT | 245,09 € | 0,2291 | |
| ★ Moto Gloves Blood Pressure | FT | 215,05 € | 0,3559 | |
| ★ Driver Gloves Lunar Weave | FT | 196,42 € | 0,3387 | |
| ★ Hand Wraps Constrictor | FT | 82,10 € | 0,3276 |
| Skin | Condition | Price (SMP) | Float | Tradelock |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| M4A1-S Blue Phosphor | FN | 698,96 € | 0,0204 | |
| M4A1-S Icarus Fell | FN | 569,34 € | 0,0143 | |
| AK-47 Vulcan | MW | 536,38 € | 0,1349 | |
| AWP Oni Taiji | MW | 510,59 € | 0,1402 | |
| Desert Eagle Emerald Jörmungandr | FN | 344,41 € | 0,0503 | |
| StatTrak™ AWP Asiimov | FT | 333,01 € | 0,3451 | |
| AWP Graphite | FN | 240,40 € | 0,0273 | |
| StatTrak™ AK-47 Neon Revolution | FN | 181,77 € | 0,0656 | |
| M4A1-S Printstream | FT | 181,16 € | 0,3631 | |
| AWP Asiimov | FT | 165,46 € | 0,2968 | |
| AK-47 Bloodsport | FN | 152,28 € | 0,0315 |
2023.06.02 10:03 _Triple_ [STORE] 900+ KNIVES/GLOVES/SKINS, 50.000$+ INVENTORY. M9 Fade, M4 Poseidon, BFK Freehand, Crimson Kimono, Nomad Fade, Skeleton, Kara Lore, Bayo Autotronic, AWP Fade, Kara Damas, BFK Ultra, Kara Freehand, Kara Bright, M9 Damas, Omega, Tiger Strike, Flip MF, Bayo Tiger, Deagle Blaze, Talon & More
Everything in my inventory is up for trade. The most valuable items are listed here, the rest you can find in My Inventory
Feel free to Add Me or even better send a Trade Offer. Open for any suggestions: upgrades, downgrades / knives, gloves, skins / stickers, patterns, floats.
All Buyouts are listed in cash value.
KNIVES
★ Butterfly Knife Freehand FN #1, B/O: $2500
★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet FT, B/O: $822
★ Butterfly Knife Scorched FT, B/O: $616
⎯★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth MW #1, B/O: $1300
★ Bayonet Autotronic FN, B/O: $1050
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth MW, B/O: $629
★ Bayonet Bright Water FT, B/O: $326
★ Bayonet Safari Mesh BS, B/O: $233
⎯★ Karambit Lore FT, B/O: $1110
★ Karambit Damascus Steel FT, B/O: $840
★ Karambit Freehand MW, B/O: $784
★ Karambit Bright Water MW, B/O: $759
⎯★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN, B/O: $1801
★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN, B/O: $1801
★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel FN, B/O: $751
⎯★ Nomad Knife Fade FN, B/O: $1156
★ Nomad Knife Slaughter MW, B/O: $544
★ Nomad Knife Blue Steel WW, B/O: $318
⎯★ Flip Knife Marble Fade FN, B/O: $646
★ Flip Knife Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $574
★ Flip Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 1) MW, B/O: $552
★ Flip Knife Case Hardened FT, B/O: $257
★ Flip Knife Freehand FT, B/O: $255
★ StatTrak™ Flip Knife Bright Water FN, B/O: $287
⎯★ Huntsman Knife Lore FN, B/O: $461
★ Huntsman Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $436
★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $353
★ Huntsman Knife Autotronic FT, B/O: $212
★ Huntsman Knife Bright Water FT, B/O: $129
★ Huntsman Knife Forest DDPAT MW, B/O: $129
★ Huntsman Knife Forest DDPAT BS, B/O: $123
★ StatTrak™ Huntsman Knife Rust Coat BS, B/O: $127
⎯★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 2) FN, B/O: $375
★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $363
★ Bowie Knife Tiger Tooth FN, B/O: $269
★ Bowie Knife Crimson Web WW, B/O: $192
★ Bowie Knife Bright Water FN, B/O: $159
★ Bowie Knife Ultraviolet FT, B/O: $126
⎯★ Stiletto Knife Slaughter FN, B/O: $616
★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web FT, B/O: $412
★ StatTrak™ Stiletto Knife Night Stripe FT, B/O: $227
⎯★ Falchion Knife Lore FT, B/O: $214
★ Falchion Knife Autotronic FT, B/O: $192
★ Falchion Knife Scorched WW, B/O: $105
⎯★ Survival Knife Crimson Web BS, B/O: $216
★ Survival Knife Case Hardened FT, B/O: $198
★ Survival Knife Scorched FT, B/O: $111
⎯★ Shadow Daggers Fade FN, B/O: $368
★ Shadow Daggers Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $228
★ Shadow Daggers, B/O: $201
★ Shadow Daggers Damascus Steel FT, B/O: $108
★ Shadow Daggers Ultraviolet FT, B/O: $105
★ Shadow Daggers Black Laminate FT, B/O: $99
★ Shadow Daggers Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $85
⎯★ Gut Knife Doppler (Sapphire) MW #1, B/O: $1700
★ Gut Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $223
★ Gut Knife Marble Fade FN, B/O: $203
★ Gut Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN, B/O: $191
★ Gut Knife Case Hardened BS, B/O: $127
⎯★ Navaja Knife Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $199
★ Navaja Knife Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $199
★ Navaja Knife, B/O: $138
★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel FN, B/O: $111
⎯★ Classic Knife Urban Masked FT, B/O: $146
★ StatTrak™ Classic Knife Stained BS, B/O: $168
⎯★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $476
★ Ursus Knife, B/O: $375
⎯★ Skeleton Knife, B/O: $1137
★ Talon Knife, B/O: $608
★ Paracord Knife, B/O: $305
★ Survival Knife Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $97
GLOVES
★ Moto Gloves Transport MW, B/O: $204
★ Moto Gloves Polygon BS, B/O: $142
★ Moto Gloves Blood Pressure BS, B/O: $84
★ Moto Gloves Blood Pressure BS, B/O: $84
★ Moto Gloves 3rd Commando Company BS, B/O: $63
★ Moto Gloves 3rd Commando Company BS, B/O: $63
⎯★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono WW, B/O: $1215
★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike FT, B/O: $672
★ Specialist Gloves Lt. Commander FT, B/O: $305
★ Specialist Gloves Lt. Commander BS, B/O: $140
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web BS, B/O: $137
★ Specialist Gloves Buckshot FT, B/O: $75
⎯★ Driver Gloves Crimson Weave FT, B/O: $359
★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid BS, B/O: $229
★ Driver Gloves Overtake BS, B/O: $77
★ Driver Gloves Racing Green FT, B/O: $48
⎯★ Sport Gloves Omega FT, B/O: $739
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious BS #2, B/O: $733
★ Sport Gloves Arid BS, B/O: $292
⎯★ Hand Wraps Giraffe MW, B/O: $212
★ Hand Wraps Leather FT, B/O: $160
★ Hand Wraps Desert Shamagh MW, B/O: $101
⎯★ Broken Fang Gloves Yellow-banded MW, B/O: $185
★ Broken Fang Gloves Needle Point FT, B/O: $67
★ Broken Fang Gloves Needle Point WW, B/O: $59
⎯★ Hydra Gloves Case Hardened BS, B/O: $65
★ Hydra Gloves Emerald FT, B/O: $65
★ Hydra Gloves Emerald BS, B/O: $62
WEAPONS
AK-47 Case Hardened BS, B/O: $130
AK-47 Bloodsport MW, B/O: $79
AK-47 Fuel Injector BS, B/O: $76
AK-47 Fuel Injector BS, B/O: $76
AK-47 Bloodsport FT, B/O: $70
AK-47 Neon Rider MW, B/O: $60
StatTrak™ AK-47 Aquamarine Revenge FT, B/O: $72
⎯AWP Fade FN, B/O: $1039
AWP Asiimov FT, B/O: $139
AWP Asiimov FT, B/O: $139
AWP Wildfire MW, B/O: $95
AWP BOOM MW, B/O: $93
AWP BOOM MW, B/O: $93
AWP Duality FN, B/O: $81
AWP Asiimov BS, B/O: $79
AWP Asiimov BS, B/O: $79
AWP Chromatic Aberration FN, B/O: $60
StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast FT, B/O: $68
StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast FT, B/O: $68
StatTrak™ AWP Electric Hive FT, B/O: $55
⎯Desert Eagle Blaze FN, B/O: $623
Desert Eagle Emerald Jörmungandr FN, B/O: $241
Desert Eagle Cobalt Disruption FN, B/O: $81
Desert Eagle Cobalt Disruption FN, B/O: $81
Desert Eagle Cobalt Disruption FN, B/O: $81
Desert Eagle Printstream FT, B/O: $54
⎯M4A1-S Blue Phosphor FN, B/O: $434
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Bright Water MW, B/O: $55
⎯M4A4 Poseidon FN, B/O: $1465
M4A4 Asiimov BS, B/O: $55
M4A4 Hellfire MW, B/O: $50
⎯USP-S Kill Confirmed MW, B/O: $72
USP-S Printstream FT, B/O: $69
StatTrak™ USP-S Kill Confirmed FT, B/O: $139
⎯AUG Flame Jörmungandr FN, B/O: $234
P90 Run and Hide FT, B/O: $147
Five-SeveN Candy Apple FN, B/O: $61
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2023.06.02 10:02 Some_Task_8169 Dubai Physiotherapy and Rehabilitation Center Best Physiotherapy
Firstly, there are multiple physiotherapy clinics in Dubai that can assist you in your treatment. You can find the list of clinics on Doctify. This website provides a list of 174 physiotherapy clinics in Dubai, which can be sorted based on patient reviews, distance, and availability.
One of the most popular physiotherapy clinics in Dubai is Physiowell. They offer a comprehensive range of physiotherapy treatments, including soft tissue therapy, manual alternative medicine techniques, and the latest and most advanced physiotherapy techniques and exercises. They also combine manual techniques with osteopathy or chiropractic care. You can schedule an appointment with them by calling +971 (4) 269 2121 or email them at [email protected].
Valiant Clinic is another popular physiotherapy clinic in Dubai. They offer a wide range of physiotherapy treatments, including sports rehabilitation, post-operative conditions, and postural and anterior correction. They have a team of experienced physiotherapists who can help you achieve long-term relief from your condition. You can request an appointment with them by filling out a form on their website.
Dubai Physiotherapy & Family Medicine Clinic is another clinic that provides physiotherapy and family medicine services. They offer a range of services, including manual therapy, exercise therapy, electrotherapy, and dry needling. They also offer home visits for patients who cannot visit the clinic. You can book an appointment with them by calling +971 4 344 1142 or emailing them at [email protected].
Apart from these clinics, there are many other options available in Dubai. You can also check out the five best physiotherapy clinics in Dubai in 2022 as listed by Meds News. They have listed Adria Medical Center, Korehab, Physiocare Center, and JTS Medical Center as some of the best physiotherapy clinics in Dubai.
In conclusion, there are numerous physiotherapy clinics in Dubai that can assist you in your treatment. You can choose the one that best suits your needs and preferences. It is always recommended to consult with a physiotherapist before starting any treatment.
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One of the most popular physiotherapy clinics in Dubai is Physiowell. They offer a comprehensive range of physiotherapy treatments, including soft tissue therapy, manual alternative medicine techniques, and the latest and most advanced physiotherapy techniques and exercises. They also combine manual techniques with osteopathy or chiropractic care. You can schedule an appointment with them by calling +971 (4) 269 2121 or email them at [email protected].
Valiant Clinic is another popular physiotherapy clinic in Dubai. They offer a wide range of physiotherapy treatments, including sports rehabilitation, post-operative conditions, and postural and anterior correction. They have a team of experienced physiotherapists who can help you achieve long-term relief from your condition. You can request an appointment with them by filling out a form on their website.
Dubai Physiotherapy & Family Medicine Clinic is another clinic that provides physiotherapy and family medicine services. They offer a range of services, including manual therapy, exercise therapy, electrotherapy, and dry needling. They also offer home visits for patients who cannot visit the clinic. You can book an appointment with them by calling +971 4 344 1142 or emailing them at [email protected].
Apart from these clinics, there are many other options available in Dubai. You can also check out the five best physiotherapy clinics in Dubai in 2022 as listed by Meds News. They have listed Adria Medical Center, Korehab, Physiocare Center, and JTS Medical Center as some of the best physiotherapy clinics in Dubai.
In conclusion, there are numerous physiotherapy clinics in Dubai that can assist you in your treatment. You can choose the one that best suits your needs and preferences. It is always recommended to consult with a physiotherapist before starting any treatment.
2023.06.02 09:53 prodshebi I uncovered the terrifying secrets of Chernobyl: the truth will haunt you
My name is Adrian, an investigative journalist from Poland driven by a thirst for uncovering hidden truths. Chernobyl held a profound significance for me, not only as a haunting scar on history but also due to a personal connection. My grandparents had been affected by the disaster, forced to abandon their home and lives. Inspired by their resilience, I embarked on this journey to capture their stories and unravel the mysteries that shrouded Chernobyl. Filled with trepidation and excitement, I packed my gear, ready to confront the demons lurking within its irradiated walls. Little did I know that this expedition would push me into a sinister web of conspiracy, blurring the lines between reality and nightmare, forever changing the course of my life.
We were a group of intrepid travelers, united by a shared curiosity and a thirst for the unknown. The journey ahead would take us deep into the heart of the Chernobyl exclusion zone, a place shrouded in mystery and haunted by the ghosts of the past.
Our guide, Igor, regaled us with tales of the ill-fated Chernobyl disaster. His voice, tinged with a mix of reverence and melancholy, painted vivid pictures of a once-vibrant city reduced to a post-apocalyptic wasteland. As we approached the border of the exclusion zone, the landscape began to transform. The lush, green countryside gave way to desolation and decay, a stark reminder of the cataclysmic event that had unfolded here decades ago.
As we drove deeper into the heart of the exclusion zone, a palpable sense of unease settled over the van. The silence that permeated the air seemed to amplify the weight of the past, the residual energy of lives disrupted and dreams shattered. Through the windows, we caught glimpses of abandoned buildings, their crumbling facades standing as a testament to the transience of human existence.
It was amidst the eerie silence of Pripyat that my fascination with the strange and unexplained lured me away from the safety of the group. A stray cat, with its radiant blue eyes and matted fur, darted playfully through the remnants of the city, drawing me deeper into the labyrinth of abandoned streets. The curious creature seemed almost otherworldly, an enigmatic guide leading me toward an unseen destiny.
As I ventured further into the forgotten alleys of Pripyat, the echoes of my companions faded into oblivion. The weight of solitude settled upon my shoulders, both thrilling and unnerving in its intensity. It was as if I had crossed an invisible threshold, stepping into a realm where time and reality intertwined, where the boundaries between the living and the departed became blurred.
In my solitary exploration, I stumbled upon a hidden path concealed beneath a tangle of ivy and overgrown shrubbery. It beckoned to me, an invitation to uncover secrets long buried in the annals of history. My curiosity overpowered any trepidation, propelling me forward, further into the heart of the enigma.
The hidden path led me to a dilapidated building, its weathered facade standing defiantly against the ravages of time. The faded sign, barely visible amidst the peeling paint, identified it as "Laboratory 23." The air crackled with an aura of mystery as I hesitated at the threshold, my heart pounding with a mix of trepidation and excitement.
Stepping into the forsaken laboratory, I found myself in a time capsule frozen in a perpetual state of abandonment. Broken glass and discarded equipment littered the floor, remnants of a hasty retreat. The air carried the scent of rust and decay, a haunting perfume that hung heavy in the atmosphere.
Amidst the wreckage, my eyes fell upon a collection of documents scattered across a table. Their faded pages held cryptic symbols, enigmatic diagrams that seemed to dance with arcane knowledge. As I traced the lines with my trembling fingers, a sense of foreboding washed over me. It was as if these documents were a portal into a realm of forbidden knowledge, a Pandora's box that held the darkest of secrets.
Driven by an insatiable thirst for truth, I delved deeper into the lab's forgotten chambers. Within the dimly lit recesses, I discovered a hidden room, concealed behind a heavy, rusted door. The moment it creaked open, I knew I had unearthed something unimaginable.
The room was lined with shelves, each holding a multitude of binders meticulously labeled with names. As I perused the contents of the binders, a wave of disbelief washed over me. Each name was accompanied by a photograph, a face frozen in time. But it was not the faces themselves that sent a chill down my spine. It was the realization that these were the faces of missing individuals, those who had vanished without a trace from society.
One binder in particular caught my attention. It bore the chilling label "clones." Opening it, I discovered an unsettling truth: the missing individuals had been cloned, their lives replicated in secrecy within the confines of this clandestine laboratory. The implications of such a revelation were staggering, a betrayal of humanity that defied comprehension.
The weight of the evidence I had collected threatened to crush my spirit. The room, suffused with an oppressive aura, seemed to tighten its grip around me. With the damning photographs and documents securely tucked away in my bag, I turned to leave, determined to escape the clutches of this nightmare. But as I moved toward the exit, a peculiar sensation prickled the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. It was as if the air itself carried an ominous whisper, a ghostly echo of footsteps echoing through the desolate laboratory.
Fear seized me, freezing me in place. The realization dawned upon me like a chilling gust of wind—I was not alone in this forsaken place. Someone or something else lurked within the shadows, drawing nearer with each passing moment. The excitement of discovery mingled with a growing sense of dread, creating a disorienting cocktail of emotions.
In that harrowing instant, instinct took hold, overriding rational thought. Without a moment's hesitation, I pivoted on my heels and bolted towards the exit, my heart pounding in my chest. Panic fueled my every step as I navigated through the dimly lit corridors, the clamor of my own breath and the echoing footfalls of my pursuer serving as a macabre soundtrack to my escape.
Every shadow seemed to shift, morphing into a sinister figure poised to snatch me back into the clutches of the unknown. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, propelling me forward, my only goal to break free from this labyrinth of horrors. The very air seemed to thicken, as if resisting my frantic escape, but sheer determination fueled my desperate flight.
Finally, I burst through the door, gasping for breath, my pulse thundering in my ears. The world outside the laboratory, though still cloaked in an eerie silence, felt like salvation. I sprinted through the desolate halls, never looking back, each step propelling me farther from the unseen terror that had pursued me.
It was only when I reached the relative safety of the open air, the sun casting long shadows across the abandoned landscape, that I allowed myself a moment to collect my thoughts. Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead as I leaned against a crumbling wall, trying to steady my racing heart. The weight of the encounter pressed upon me, a reminder that the horrors lurking in the unknown were far more menacing than I could have ever imagined.
I knew, deep down, that the discovery I had made in that foreboding laboratory had unleashed something far greater than I had anticipated. It was a truth that demanded to be revealed, but it also posed a danger that threatened to consume me. With trembling hands, I clutched the bag containing the evidence—the only tangible proof of the conspiracy I had encountered. With a renewed determination, I vowed to bring the truth to light, no matter the personal cost. The echoes of footsteps and the ghostly whispers would forever haunt my memory, driving me forward into the heart of darkness, prepared to confront the unimaginable horrors that lay ahead.
Against all rational judgment, I made the fateful decision to return to the forsaken laboratory, driven by an insatiable thirst for the truth that burned deep within my soul. The weight of the knowledge I had gained hung heavily upon my shoulders, propelling me forward into the heart of danger, where few dared to tread.
As I cautiously stepped into the decaying lab, the air seemed to grow heavier, pregnant with an otherworldly presence. The soft glow of my flashlight illuminated the desolate scene before me. Each creak of the floorboards echoed like a spectral cry, a warning from the spirits of those whose lives had been extinguished in this place.
With renewed determination, I retraced my steps, reexamining the cryptic documents and peculiar biological equipment that had initially captivated my attention. But now, armed with new insights, I saw beyond the surface. I deciphered the enigmatic symbols etched onto the aged papers, connecting them to forbidden knowledge hidden within ancient texts and whispered legends.
As I ventured deeper into the labyrinthine chambers, the air became charged with an electric energy, as if the very walls pulsed with the secrets they held. Each room held its own story, its own secrets waiting to be unraveled. I meticulously examined every piece of equipment, every forgotten notebook, uncovering a web of interconnected experiments that went far beyond human cloning.
The further I delved into the lab, the stronger the sensation of being watched became. Paranoia gnawed at the edges of my mind, as if unseen eyes tracked my every move. Shadows seemed to dance in the corners of my vision, fleeting glimpses of a presence that eluded my grasp. The air crackled with a malevolent energy, leaving me on edge, my senses heightened to every flicker of movement and every whisper of sound.
Strange occurrences plagued me, testing the limits of my sanity. Objects inexplicably shifted positions, as if moved by unseen hands. Whispers, barely audible, resonated through the empty corridors, their cryptic messages fueling my determination to uncover the truth. Each encounter with the unseen presence left me trembling, yet I pressed forward, compelled by an insatiable curiosity mixed with a gnawing dread.
With each passing moment, the veil between the tangible and the intangible seemed to thin, blurring the boundaries of reality. I began to question my own perceptions, wondering if the presence haunting the lab was merely a figment of my imagination or something far more sinister. It was as if the very walls held the memories of those who had suffered and perished in this forsaken place, their specters reaching out from the past to guide or deceive me.
Piece by piece, the puzzle began to reveal the true magnitude of the conspiracy that had been woven within the walls of the Chernobyl laboratory. The Chernobyl disaster had been orchestrated, a calculated smokescreen to mask the clandestine operations of human cloning and organ trafficking. The government, entwined with a powerful and sinister cabal, had exploited the chaos and devastation to carry out their heinous deeds.
Through a network of corrupted scientists and government officials, they had perfected the art of human cloning, creating identical duplicates to fulfill their nefarious agenda. These clones were mere commodities, their lives extinguished to harvest their organs, which were then sold on the black market to the highest bidders.
As I pieced together the fragments of the conspiracy, my mind reeled with the implications. The very fabric of society had been torn apart, with those in power manipulating the lives of countless individuals for their own gain. The Chernobyl disaster had been not just a tragedy, but a meticulously planned cover-up, shrouding the dark underbelly of a far-reaching conspiracy.
But as the shadows of truth began to coalesce, so too did the darkness that had been lurking within the lab. Confronted by unidentified individuals, their faces concealed behind masks of shadows, I found myself cornered, my heart pounding in my chest. Panic surged through my veins as I fought against overwhelming odds, desperately clinging to the sliver of hope that remained.
In the chaos and desperation, a blow to the head sent me spiraling into unconsciousness, my fate hanging in the balance. What awaited me on the other side of consciousness remained a terrifying mystery, as I teetered on the precipice of oblivion, caught between the harsh reality and the realm of nightmares.
When I finally regained consciousness, I found myself alone in the eerie lab, the ominous silence enveloping me like a suffocating shroud. As my vision cleared, I realised with a sinking feeling that all the physical evidence I had painstakingly collected had vanished, leaving behind only blank, empty pages and hollow photographs. It was as if the truth itself had been stripped away, erased by an unknown force that sought to bury the horrifying secrets I had uncovered.
Confusion and frustration gnawed at my soul. How could the evidence disappear so mysteriously, leaving no trace of the monstrous conspiracy that had threatened the very fabric of humanity? Doubt crept in, whispering insidious questions about my sanity and the validity of my discoveries. But deep down, I knew that I had seen the truth, felt its chilling touch, and I couldn't let it be silenced.
Drawing upon the last reserves of my strength, I rose from the cold, barren floor. Every muscle ached, every joint protested, but my resolve burned brighter than ever. The forces that sought to bury the truth would not deter me. With a renewed sense of purpose, I vowed to press forward, to continue the fight against the darkness that had infiltrated Chernobyl.
Steeling myself, I navigated the labyrinthine corridors, my senses on high alert for any signs of danger. The lab had become a graveyard of secrets, its walls bearing silent witness to the atrocities committed within its forsaken halls. As I ventured deeper into the heart of the darkness, I clung to the flickering flame of hope, knowing that the final chapter of this harrowing journey was yet to unfold.
The chilling realisation that the powers orchestrating the conspiracy were far-reaching and influential only fueled my determination. With every step I took, I knew that I was walking a treacherous path, one that could lead to my own demise. But the truth had become my unwavering guide, guiding me through the murky depths of the unknown, urging me to shine a light on the horrors that had been buried beneath Chernobyl's haunting facade.
As the final pieces of the puzzle fell into place, I prepared myself for the ultimate confrontation. The shadowy figures who had cornered me before would not have the final say. Armed with knowledge, resilience, and an unwavering desire for justice, I would emerge from the depths of the lab to confront the conspirators and expose their malevolent machinations to the world.
Little did I know that the journey ahead would be fraught with danger and despair, pushing me to the very limits of my sanity and physical endurance. But I was prepared to face whatever awaited me, for the truth must be unveiled, even if it meant walking through the darkest recesses of human depravity.
With a heavy heart and unwavering resolve, I ventured forth, ready to unravel the final layers of the conspiracy that had gripped Chernobyl, determined to bring light to the darkest corners and emerge from the shadows with the truth firmly in hand. The culmination of my journey was yet to come, a reckoning that would test not only my own strength but also the endurance of those who dared to confront the unspeakable horrors lurking in the depths of the human soul.
Injured and disoriented, I found myself trapped in the labyrinthine depths of the desolate laboratory. Every step felt like a battle against the darkness that surrounded me, as if the very walls conspired to keep me captive within their clutches. But the flickering flame of determination burned bright within me, pushing me to navigate my way out of this nightmarish realm.
Wounds throbbed with each movement, a reminder of the confrontation I had faced with the unidentified individuals who sought to silence me. Despite the pain, I refused to succumb to despair. Through sheer grit and unwavering resolve, I charted a treacherous path back towards the world beyond those foreboding walls.
Every shadow seemed to breathe, every creak of the decaying structure echoed like a sinister whisper. The air hung heavy with an oppressive silence, broken only by the sound of my own ragged breath. Fear gripped my heart, but the urgency to expose the truth propelled me forward, my footsteps guided by a desperate hope for escape.
As I neared the exit, a surge of relief mingled with a haunting sense of loss. Leaving behind the horrors of the laboratory meant stepping into a world forever altered by the knowledge I carried. The once-familiar reality now appeared distorted, as if a veil had been lifted to reveal the sinister undercurrents that flowed beneath the surface.
Back to safety, I struggled to find a voice amidst the cacophony of disbelief and dismissals. The physical evidence I had collected, once concrete proof of the conspiracy, now lay blank and empty, a haunting reminder of the insidious forces at work. Desperation clawed at my chest as I sought to share my story, to expose the darkness that threatened to consume us all.
But the world, ensnared in its own illusions and complacency, rejected my claims. Labelled a conspiracy theorist, my words fell on deaf ears, dismissed as the delusions of a tormented mind. The weight of frustration and isolation threatened to extinguish the flame of truth within me, but I refused to be silenced.
Filled with an unwavering sense of purpose, I returned to the desolate location of the lab one last time, hoping against hope to find remnants of the evidence that had vanished into thin air. But as I stood before the site, my heart sank. The entrance stood sealed, the lab forever concealed behind layers of impenetrable cement. It looked like it was sealed for years. It was a stark reminder that the forces orchestrating the conspiracy were determined to erase all traces of their nefarious activities.
I lingered for a moment, absorbing the weight of the loss, before making peace with the fact that physical proof was forever beyond my reach. But the fire within me continued to burn, fueled by the belief that even without tangible evidence, the truth had a way of seeping into the collective consciousness.
Edit: Someone sent me a weird email with link to my nosleep post and this image. I have no idea what does it mean, have anybody seen this image before?
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We were a group of intrepid travelers, united by a shared curiosity and a thirst for the unknown. The journey ahead would take us deep into the heart of the Chernobyl exclusion zone, a place shrouded in mystery and haunted by the ghosts of the past.
Our guide, Igor, regaled us with tales of the ill-fated Chernobyl disaster. His voice, tinged with a mix of reverence and melancholy, painted vivid pictures of a once-vibrant city reduced to a post-apocalyptic wasteland. As we approached the border of the exclusion zone, the landscape began to transform. The lush, green countryside gave way to desolation and decay, a stark reminder of the cataclysmic event that had unfolded here decades ago.
As we drove deeper into the heart of the exclusion zone, a palpable sense of unease settled over the van. The silence that permeated the air seemed to amplify the weight of the past, the residual energy of lives disrupted and dreams shattered. Through the windows, we caught glimpses of abandoned buildings, their crumbling facades standing as a testament to the transience of human existence.
It was amidst the eerie silence of Pripyat that my fascination with the strange and unexplained lured me away from the safety of the group. A stray cat, with its radiant blue eyes and matted fur, darted playfully through the remnants of the city, drawing me deeper into the labyrinth of abandoned streets. The curious creature seemed almost otherworldly, an enigmatic guide leading me toward an unseen destiny.
As I ventured further into the forgotten alleys of Pripyat, the echoes of my companions faded into oblivion. The weight of solitude settled upon my shoulders, both thrilling and unnerving in its intensity. It was as if I had crossed an invisible threshold, stepping into a realm where time and reality intertwined, where the boundaries between the living and the departed became blurred.
In my solitary exploration, I stumbled upon a hidden path concealed beneath a tangle of ivy and overgrown shrubbery. It beckoned to me, an invitation to uncover secrets long buried in the annals of history. My curiosity overpowered any trepidation, propelling me forward, further into the heart of the enigma.
The hidden path led me to a dilapidated building, its weathered facade standing defiantly against the ravages of time. The faded sign, barely visible amidst the peeling paint, identified it as "Laboratory 23." The air crackled with an aura of mystery as I hesitated at the threshold, my heart pounding with a mix of trepidation and excitement.
Stepping into the forsaken laboratory, I found myself in a time capsule frozen in a perpetual state of abandonment. Broken glass and discarded equipment littered the floor, remnants of a hasty retreat. The air carried the scent of rust and decay, a haunting perfume that hung heavy in the atmosphere.
Amidst the wreckage, my eyes fell upon a collection of documents scattered across a table. Their faded pages held cryptic symbols, enigmatic diagrams that seemed to dance with arcane knowledge. As I traced the lines with my trembling fingers, a sense of foreboding washed over me. It was as if these documents were a portal into a realm of forbidden knowledge, a Pandora's box that held the darkest of secrets.
Driven by an insatiable thirst for truth, I delved deeper into the lab's forgotten chambers. Within the dimly lit recesses, I discovered a hidden room, concealed behind a heavy, rusted door. The moment it creaked open, I knew I had unearthed something unimaginable.
The room was lined with shelves, each holding a multitude of binders meticulously labeled with names. As I perused the contents of the binders, a wave of disbelief washed over me. Each name was accompanied by a photograph, a face frozen in time. But it was not the faces themselves that sent a chill down my spine. It was the realization that these were the faces of missing individuals, those who had vanished without a trace from society.
One binder in particular caught my attention. It bore the chilling label "clones." Opening it, I discovered an unsettling truth: the missing individuals had been cloned, their lives replicated in secrecy within the confines of this clandestine laboratory. The implications of such a revelation were staggering, a betrayal of humanity that defied comprehension.
The weight of the evidence I had collected threatened to crush my spirit. The room, suffused with an oppressive aura, seemed to tighten its grip around me. With the damning photographs and documents securely tucked away in my bag, I turned to leave, determined to escape the clutches of this nightmare. But as I moved toward the exit, a peculiar sensation prickled the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. It was as if the air itself carried an ominous whisper, a ghostly echo of footsteps echoing through the desolate laboratory.
Fear seized me, freezing me in place. The realization dawned upon me like a chilling gust of wind—I was not alone in this forsaken place. Someone or something else lurked within the shadows, drawing nearer with each passing moment. The excitement of discovery mingled with a growing sense of dread, creating a disorienting cocktail of emotions.
In that harrowing instant, instinct took hold, overriding rational thought. Without a moment's hesitation, I pivoted on my heels and bolted towards the exit, my heart pounding in my chest. Panic fueled my every step as I navigated through the dimly lit corridors, the clamor of my own breath and the echoing footfalls of my pursuer serving as a macabre soundtrack to my escape.
Every shadow seemed to shift, morphing into a sinister figure poised to snatch me back into the clutches of the unknown. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, propelling me forward, my only goal to break free from this labyrinth of horrors. The very air seemed to thicken, as if resisting my frantic escape, but sheer determination fueled my desperate flight.
Finally, I burst through the door, gasping for breath, my pulse thundering in my ears. The world outside the laboratory, though still cloaked in an eerie silence, felt like salvation. I sprinted through the desolate halls, never looking back, each step propelling me farther from the unseen terror that had pursued me.
It was only when I reached the relative safety of the open air, the sun casting long shadows across the abandoned landscape, that I allowed myself a moment to collect my thoughts. Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead as I leaned against a crumbling wall, trying to steady my racing heart. The weight of the encounter pressed upon me, a reminder that the horrors lurking in the unknown were far more menacing than I could have ever imagined.
I knew, deep down, that the discovery I had made in that foreboding laboratory had unleashed something far greater than I had anticipated. It was a truth that demanded to be revealed, but it also posed a danger that threatened to consume me. With trembling hands, I clutched the bag containing the evidence—the only tangible proof of the conspiracy I had encountered. With a renewed determination, I vowed to bring the truth to light, no matter the personal cost. The echoes of footsteps and the ghostly whispers would forever haunt my memory, driving me forward into the heart of darkness, prepared to confront the unimaginable horrors that lay ahead.
Against all rational judgment, I made the fateful decision to return to the forsaken laboratory, driven by an insatiable thirst for the truth that burned deep within my soul. The weight of the knowledge I had gained hung heavily upon my shoulders, propelling me forward into the heart of danger, where few dared to tread.
As I cautiously stepped into the decaying lab, the air seemed to grow heavier, pregnant with an otherworldly presence. The soft glow of my flashlight illuminated the desolate scene before me. Each creak of the floorboards echoed like a spectral cry, a warning from the spirits of those whose lives had been extinguished in this place.
With renewed determination, I retraced my steps, reexamining the cryptic documents and peculiar biological equipment that had initially captivated my attention. But now, armed with new insights, I saw beyond the surface. I deciphered the enigmatic symbols etched onto the aged papers, connecting them to forbidden knowledge hidden within ancient texts and whispered legends.
As I ventured deeper into the labyrinthine chambers, the air became charged with an electric energy, as if the very walls pulsed with the secrets they held. Each room held its own story, its own secrets waiting to be unraveled. I meticulously examined every piece of equipment, every forgotten notebook, uncovering a web of interconnected experiments that went far beyond human cloning.
The further I delved into the lab, the stronger the sensation of being watched became. Paranoia gnawed at the edges of my mind, as if unseen eyes tracked my every move. Shadows seemed to dance in the corners of my vision, fleeting glimpses of a presence that eluded my grasp. The air crackled with a malevolent energy, leaving me on edge, my senses heightened to every flicker of movement and every whisper of sound.
Strange occurrences plagued me, testing the limits of my sanity. Objects inexplicably shifted positions, as if moved by unseen hands. Whispers, barely audible, resonated through the empty corridors, their cryptic messages fueling my determination to uncover the truth. Each encounter with the unseen presence left me trembling, yet I pressed forward, compelled by an insatiable curiosity mixed with a gnawing dread.
With each passing moment, the veil between the tangible and the intangible seemed to thin, blurring the boundaries of reality. I began to question my own perceptions, wondering if the presence haunting the lab was merely a figment of my imagination or something far more sinister. It was as if the very walls held the memories of those who had suffered and perished in this forsaken place, their specters reaching out from the past to guide or deceive me.
Piece by piece, the puzzle began to reveal the true magnitude of the conspiracy that had been woven within the walls of the Chernobyl laboratory. The Chernobyl disaster had been orchestrated, a calculated smokescreen to mask the clandestine operations of human cloning and organ trafficking. The government, entwined with a powerful and sinister cabal, had exploited the chaos and devastation to carry out their heinous deeds.
Through a network of corrupted scientists and government officials, they had perfected the art of human cloning, creating identical duplicates to fulfill their nefarious agenda. These clones were mere commodities, their lives extinguished to harvest their organs, which were then sold on the black market to the highest bidders.
As I pieced together the fragments of the conspiracy, my mind reeled with the implications. The very fabric of society had been torn apart, with those in power manipulating the lives of countless individuals for their own gain. The Chernobyl disaster had been not just a tragedy, but a meticulously planned cover-up, shrouding the dark underbelly of a far-reaching conspiracy.
But as the shadows of truth began to coalesce, so too did the darkness that had been lurking within the lab. Confronted by unidentified individuals, their faces concealed behind masks of shadows, I found myself cornered, my heart pounding in my chest. Panic surged through my veins as I fought against overwhelming odds, desperately clinging to the sliver of hope that remained.
In the chaos and desperation, a blow to the head sent me spiraling into unconsciousness, my fate hanging in the balance. What awaited me on the other side of consciousness remained a terrifying mystery, as I teetered on the precipice of oblivion, caught between the harsh reality and the realm of nightmares.
When I finally regained consciousness, I found myself alone in the eerie lab, the ominous silence enveloping me like a suffocating shroud. As my vision cleared, I realised with a sinking feeling that all the physical evidence I had painstakingly collected had vanished, leaving behind only blank, empty pages and hollow photographs. It was as if the truth itself had been stripped away, erased by an unknown force that sought to bury the horrifying secrets I had uncovered.
Confusion and frustration gnawed at my soul. How could the evidence disappear so mysteriously, leaving no trace of the monstrous conspiracy that had threatened the very fabric of humanity? Doubt crept in, whispering insidious questions about my sanity and the validity of my discoveries. But deep down, I knew that I had seen the truth, felt its chilling touch, and I couldn't let it be silenced.
Drawing upon the last reserves of my strength, I rose from the cold, barren floor. Every muscle ached, every joint protested, but my resolve burned brighter than ever. The forces that sought to bury the truth would not deter me. With a renewed sense of purpose, I vowed to press forward, to continue the fight against the darkness that had infiltrated Chernobyl.
Steeling myself, I navigated the labyrinthine corridors, my senses on high alert for any signs of danger. The lab had become a graveyard of secrets, its walls bearing silent witness to the atrocities committed within its forsaken halls. As I ventured deeper into the heart of the darkness, I clung to the flickering flame of hope, knowing that the final chapter of this harrowing journey was yet to unfold.
The chilling realisation that the powers orchestrating the conspiracy were far-reaching and influential only fueled my determination. With every step I took, I knew that I was walking a treacherous path, one that could lead to my own demise. But the truth had become my unwavering guide, guiding me through the murky depths of the unknown, urging me to shine a light on the horrors that had been buried beneath Chernobyl's haunting facade.
As the final pieces of the puzzle fell into place, I prepared myself for the ultimate confrontation. The shadowy figures who had cornered me before would not have the final say. Armed with knowledge, resilience, and an unwavering desire for justice, I would emerge from the depths of the lab to confront the conspirators and expose their malevolent machinations to the world.
Little did I know that the journey ahead would be fraught with danger and despair, pushing me to the very limits of my sanity and physical endurance. But I was prepared to face whatever awaited me, for the truth must be unveiled, even if it meant walking through the darkest recesses of human depravity.
With a heavy heart and unwavering resolve, I ventured forth, ready to unravel the final layers of the conspiracy that had gripped Chernobyl, determined to bring light to the darkest corners and emerge from the shadows with the truth firmly in hand. The culmination of my journey was yet to come, a reckoning that would test not only my own strength but also the endurance of those who dared to confront the unspeakable horrors lurking in the depths of the human soul.
Injured and disoriented, I found myself trapped in the labyrinthine depths of the desolate laboratory. Every step felt like a battle against the darkness that surrounded me, as if the very walls conspired to keep me captive within their clutches. But the flickering flame of determination burned bright within me, pushing me to navigate my way out of this nightmarish realm.
Wounds throbbed with each movement, a reminder of the confrontation I had faced with the unidentified individuals who sought to silence me. Despite the pain, I refused to succumb to despair. Through sheer grit and unwavering resolve, I charted a treacherous path back towards the world beyond those foreboding walls.
Every shadow seemed to breathe, every creak of the decaying structure echoed like a sinister whisper. The air hung heavy with an oppressive silence, broken only by the sound of my own ragged breath. Fear gripped my heart, but the urgency to expose the truth propelled me forward, my footsteps guided by a desperate hope for escape.
As I neared the exit, a surge of relief mingled with a haunting sense of loss. Leaving behind the horrors of the laboratory meant stepping into a world forever altered by the knowledge I carried. The once-familiar reality now appeared distorted, as if a veil had been lifted to reveal the sinister undercurrents that flowed beneath the surface.
Back to safety, I struggled to find a voice amidst the cacophony of disbelief and dismissals. The physical evidence I had collected, once concrete proof of the conspiracy, now lay blank and empty, a haunting reminder of the insidious forces at work. Desperation clawed at my chest as I sought to share my story, to expose the darkness that threatened to consume us all.
But the world, ensnared in its own illusions and complacency, rejected my claims. Labelled a conspiracy theorist, my words fell on deaf ears, dismissed as the delusions of a tormented mind. The weight of frustration and isolation threatened to extinguish the flame of truth within me, but I refused to be silenced.
Filled with an unwavering sense of purpose, I returned to the desolate location of the lab one last time, hoping against hope to find remnants of the evidence that had vanished into thin air. But as I stood before the site, my heart sank. The entrance stood sealed, the lab forever concealed behind layers of impenetrable cement. It looked like it was sealed for years. It was a stark reminder that the forces orchestrating the conspiracy were determined to erase all traces of their nefarious activities.
I lingered for a moment, absorbing the weight of the loss, before making peace with the fact that physical proof was forever beyond my reach. But the fire within me continued to burn, fueled by the belief that even without tangible evidence, the truth had a way of seeping into the collective consciousness.
Edit: Someone sent me a weird email with link to my nosleep post and this image. I have no idea what does it mean, have anybody seen this image before?
2023.06.02 09:52 PhantomFury22 The Reach Beyond
Crutic felt the realspace reasserted itself with a faint lurch and a rattle of the spaceframe, the darkness behind his eyelids peeled away just in time to witness the streaks of light coalescing into a field of stars. And after that...nothing. Outside of the angry red glow of the indicator lightings around him and the graphics of the instrument cluster before him, he might as well be witnessing a portal into an infinite abyss so dark that his eyes may as well have remained shut. It wasn’t unexpected, though: the brief mission overview had made it abundantly clear that where his flight element was needed was among the interstellar void. The nearest star was nearly three parsecs away and was only called a star as a tribute to its fiery past - its photosphere likely offered its last gimmer millions of years ago. But it never mattered on how much prep was given, it was never a comfortable feeling to know that something is out there in the consuming absence. It was a small solace then, when his sensors chirped to indicate that it had achieved what the Human eye could not and found something out there within seconds. Before the modulated tone of his flight lead even made it through the constant hissing of the life support airflow, Crutic had his hands around the control yoke to disengage his TIE from the Gozanti’s docking tube.
“Target identified as a Ghtroc 720, range three-seventy kicks, armed. Form up to intercept and dissuade.”
The brisk affirmation from himself and Mynock Two and Four was almost drowned out by the whine from the engine as the four Imperial fighters screamed away from their transport and aligned themselves in a rough quadrilateral formation towards the sensor blip. It was drifting, sublights inactive and transponder silent, all in a valiant effort to blend into the interstellar background. But without jammers to further obscure their presence or a cloak to hide it completely, they were simply a something in a sea of nothing. And the moment the occupants realized this and that the Empire was there to do something about it, the engine arrays that flanked either side of the light freighter flared to life.
”Unidentified Ghtroc 720, you are in a restricted sector, return to designated Region 12 volume or face the consequence.”
Despite his attempt at civility, Mynock One and everyone present knew that this wasn’t an accidental drift into the gap between Region 12 and the edge of the greater galaxy; it was merely the latest instance of another group of beings from within that thought that they had the stealth necessary to break the region-wide lockdown. And with no change to their vector, it appeared that this particular group has the will to do a little more resisting. Crutic can’t help but consider a brief flicker of irony in that the energy spent into presently futile evasive flying would be better applied to their hyperdrive to make it to their next jump. As it is, either option would result in the TIEs landing shots on them, but at least the latter would be more…inconvenient for him and his immediate comrades in the long term.
The last warning was issued as the four fighters closed the last hundred kicks and this time a response came through in the form of a pair of crimson bolts fizzling through the formation. And at the same instant, Crutic Jo’ran retreated into the crevasse in the back of his mind and RG-273-76 took his place.
Safeties off. Targeting computer rendered an approximation of the freighter’s saucer shape upon the display. Align it with the crosshair. Target lock shrilled. Squeeze the trigger. Shields rippled violently as green energies hammered home.
Not good enough.
Check surrounding for teammates within immediate maneuvering vectors. Opening between Mynock One and Four. They peeled off after they had done their own run. Good. Pour in speed to gain distance.
Sounds of laser cannons from behind. Dodge. Stabilize as the rain of bolts trailed behind his flight path, too slow. Perform a sharp banking turn to bring the freighter back in front. Check for alignment to target. Sensor flagged a new relevant information: steep power draw on the hyperdrive module.
“Target almost ready to jump,” he notified into the comms, a practiced motion with a hand to divert power from the engines to the laser cannons.
Trigger down. Shields flashed but held. Tough gutkurr of a target, could do with a bomber’s warhead right about now. No time to linger on what is not available, focus on what is available now. Time for another run. Shields ate another strafe-
Mynock Two reports shield failure as explosion flared directly ahead in the profound blackness, revealing the viewport’s spoked features for the first time. Apply maximum deflection of etheric rudder to avoid the blast, clench against the inertia. Beads of molten metal showered the fighter chassis, but nothing to prompt damage notification.
A little too close for comfort, will have to talk to Two later.
Mynock Four snarled his own displeasure and reported his intent to break off due to damage sustained on his starboard radiator array. No time to worry about him, as long as the target is not disabled. Loop high over target, reacquire lock. Send down pelting fire across the freighter’s dorsal power conduit. Something exploded and their portside sunlight array wavered.
New target. Engine endured a respectable volley before belching out a blast of unfocused ionized particles with most of its glowing innards, submitting the starship into an uncontrolled yaw.
A sudden garble of noises filled his helmet as he directed his focus to the starboard engines, and before his thumb had a chance to render that to equally inoperable slag, a stilted Galactic Basic superimposed itself on top of the audio intrusion.
“Stop! Imperials, stop! We surrender!”
Crutic found himself sucking in a lungful of the stale, cool air as he recognized the Aqualish language and its translator assisted intentions. The rest of the Mynock flight also shared this moment of realization as they broke off from their attack vectors. Well, most of them anyway. At some point Mynock Four became a barely visible trail of titanium and quadanium steel. No life signs. Dank farrik.
”Ghtroc 720, power down immediately and stand by for boarding.” Mynock One’s voice had been level, but there was no denying that those benign words were layered with vitriol that preemptively silenced any kind of protest the other party might want to say. After a few satisfied seconds, the seething hatred dissipated as he changed frequency to the Gozanti to confirm that the onboard boarding party was prepared for the task.
Not long later, the frequency switched back to local and started with a deep sigh that Crutic could practically hear the muscles unclench itself. ”Mynock Flight, systems check.”
“Mynock Two, all systems nominal.”
”Mynock Three, likewise,” Crutic said, examining the reading his flight systems were offering him. Though, in the back of his mind, he could virtually hear the choice words picked by the maintenance team about the surface defects that were received during his near-miss of the explosion. At least he can point the blame to Two this time.
“Good, perform one last sensor sweep before redocking with the Deliverance and meet up at the main hold for debrief.”
A pair of affirmations later, the trio flowed over the crippled freighter at maximum sensor sweep to detect any kind of trap or other possible hindrances for the Gozanti boarding party. They also made sure to fly as uncomfortably close to the freighter as realistically plausible. Although the occupants surely wouldn’t see them, they will make sure they can hear them as loud as their aural sensors are willing to emulate, and hope that the distinctive howl of the twin ion engines resonate deep within the instinctive part of their psyche. The scans turned up nothing more than some dozen beings crammed in its cargo hold, and with that, they pulled back to give a wide berth to the docking Gozanti before connecting with it themselves. What happened next was out of their hands, they have an after action report to perform. With a layer of grief in their hearts.
***
While the return to Marjora Space was a transit that took only a matter of minutes, the sublight transit from the system’s edge to the Decadence was long enough to complete the debrief to an educational amount of detail, clean up, and prepare for the early departure. Under normal circumstances, it would have been a month or so more until the patrol rotation brought them back to the star destroyer low in Majora Prime’s atmosphere, but the recent development had details to iron out. Such as the prisoners they now have board that needed to go through processing - and if they looked like the stormtroopers were rougher with them than necessary, Crutic had chosen not to comment - and registering the loss of a member and securing their replacement. All of that meant at least a few days of shore leave.
At least, what actually constitutes a “shore leave” for the Imperials. It was anybody’s guess on how well the collective bulkhead of owned and affiliated starships, bases, and outposts have achieved a semblance of civilian life where enlisted and officers alike could loosen their mask of professionalism and indulge in a slice of greater society beyond their duty to the Imperial preservation and continuation. It was never intended to interfere with the military aspects and readiness, to be sure, but being surrounded slightly-different-walls and training bouts that might have been less about fitness and more about unspoken exchange of credits sets the scene for much needed stimulation to distract from the monotony of service. It was also an open secret that the galaxy’s assortment of liquid courage and other vile substances that Crutic would begrudge someone for partaking had slipped past regulation and formed an elusive enterprise that based themselves in various need-to-know locations. And the less said about the “flecks of inspiration” fresh from the Sapius Corp mines the better.
That being said, not all non-standard marketplace have to be so despicable, there were also demands from the more respectable members of society: the market for local goods. Ranging from simply a more comfortable clothing that could be worn under uniforms to prevent chafing to non-regulation but cozy blankets to keep warm during power rationing wherever one get stationed, or - one that Crutic is currently partaking in - foods that is used to supplement the stubborn mess droid’s nutritionally balanced but nonetheless dreary meals. Today was some kind of fried fish topped with a grated and pickled Marjora native seafloor tuber, courtesy of “The Shuttle Pilot” in the Decadence’s forward hangar’s armory. It wasn’t ba’buir Eres-Cruzia’s squirmer tiingilar that viciously strikes at the nose, but it was enough of a comfort food to dull the edges to a rough day.
A sigh brought back the reprimanding words of FS-273-4 - then, Mynock One - to the forefront of his mind. Yes, HG-273-81 - Mynock Two - shouldn’t have shot the target when there were friendly within the field of fire, but it was Crutic that blocked Mynock Four’s view of his projected flight path that costed him the necessary reaction time to recognize the explosion that crippled his craft and subsequently made him easy pickings for the freighter’s turret. It was an honest mistake, if a costly one. A life and an entire TIE fighter, the former a loyal member of the Empire and the latter an entire craft worth of irreplaceable components, gone to deep space. It wasn’t an uncommon occasion in the attrition against time, but missed all the same. With a sharp breath and an exertion of will, he suppressed the emotional baggage and sank into another crumbly bite to focus on its fishy, floral flavors that accompanied the textureless slurry of carbs and fiber methodically dispensed upon his metal platter.
Unable to keep it idle for long, his mind suggested the possibility of stopping by the star destroyer’s training facility, its spacious quality an allure to contrast against the cramped confines of the Gozantis. The notion was immediately dashed by a mouse droid that weaved through the forest of legs and beckoned for his attention. And with it came the news that his immediate future would be occupied by a debatably better use of his time. Downing the last of the vitamin enriched baked cuboid with a glass of water, he dismissed the droid and deposited the tray onto the outgoing conveyor on his way out of the mess hall. Helmet replaced securely on his head, he tackled the maze-like corridors and the necessary turbolifts at a brisk jog that eventually deposited him in front of the comms substation. The naval troopers guarding the room eyed him briefly before offering a nod of recognition and returning their bored stare at the opposite wall, implicitly granting him access to the inner workings.
With no combat situations or priority broadcast in effect to demand its full use, the ship’s comms served as a node that services a miniscule bandwidth to the greater galactic network. To the Imperial personnel with investment to the wider galaxy, it was a treasured peephole. It was monitored, of course, but it was a small price to pay for the privilege to be in touch with family and friends. Such as the case for Crutic. An exchange of relevant information to the comms operator later, a small monitor on the wall buzzed to life and resolved into a grainy image of a familiar woman that warmed something deep within his being.
”Su’cuy, buyca’kov,” she greeted, the sarcasm in her voice somehow making it through the heavy warping and choppiness of signal loss.
Crutic paused in his process of unraveling the layers of his persona for a second to grimaced slightly from what he considered to be an uncultured greeting; although the jab at the end served as a reminder that his helmet was still on, an issue he fixed immediately in one smooth motion.
“Hey, Lythsia, are ba’buire home?”
His half-sister took a few seconds to receive the message before shaking her head, assuming that’s what the poorly captured head blur would suggest. ”No, ba’buir Allisyr is out of business meeting down south ba’buir Eres is in the shop. It’s restock day.”
“It’s a miracle that you are at home at all!” Crutic offered a smile he reserved for a few beings in the entire Galaxy. While he had wanted to at least exchange pleasantries to his grandparents after a few long months, he is more than glad to share the time with his sibling.
“Oh, I could be elsewhere too if that’s what you prefer.”
“No, you’ll do,” he paused for a few seconds before speaking again, andt this time, his voice was grim, “how’re things out there?”
Lythsia gave an expression that’s hard to read through both the video’s low resolution and just the mix of emotions that fought for dominance in mere seconds. “If you mean the rebels, they are still focusing their efforts at Coruscant. We haven't really heard much about their interaction with the Governor after the demand for disarmament.”
“So you're holding up?”
“The ‘New Republic’ doesn’t bother my sector much. Shame, I got a backlog of datacard I’m fully willing to let someone ‘liberate’.”
Crutic could feel his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he shot a glance at the comm operator, who didn’t seem to take much notice about the details of the conversation. Of course, he has no reason to suspect his sister of treacherous thoughts as she is an alumni of SAGEducation, but it never hurts to be cautious against misinterpretations.
“Lythisa…”
”I know, I know, I shouldn’t joke about these things. But honestly? I don't know how long it would hold out. The talking heads up top don’t give a gundark’s sheb about who taxes them at the end of the day. And our government is too worried about the lack of star destroyers to correct that.”
Crutic sighed and scratched at his hair, untangling a few helmet-induced knots along the way. It seems like that was a trend that would progressively get worse as the years went by. Not that he can do anything about it, he has an obligation here in Region 12, and it’s entirely up to the whims of Admiral Jaquinn - and Governor Ryehall above him - to see if they plan to do anything about the anarchy going on in the galaxy.
“Well, anything good happen since we last spoke?”
Lythisa thought for a long moment - or the video feed froze, hard to say - before she shrugged. ”Team Uviuy made it through the preliminary in Galactic Cup, there’s that.”
A light chuckle escaped his lips at the new topic. As far as good news goes, it was quite low bar but he could at least appreciate the effort to ease the tension. He chose to latch onto it. “Think they will make it to at least the Semi-Finals?”
“Only if Team Fondor gets disqualified.”
“So that’s a no.”
”Last time Uviuy even got close to the podium, the Unknown Regions was still being charted.”
Crutic offered a puzzled expression at what appeared to be a trivia, given that the subject referenced was self-defining. “It still is-”
”Exactly,” Lythsia face was smug.
The conversations continued amicably, delving onwards from sport recaps to a prod at Lythsia's quest for romance and the subsequent defense of her character by criticizing her now-former-partners despite him having never met them, which naturally lead her to remind him that he should be more worried about his own lack of engagements. And inevitably brought the focus back on his activities for the last few months that wasn't obscured by confidentiality.
But far too soon, a movement by the doorway signaled that his allotted time had ran out. The monitor blacked with his sister's parting words, leaving behind a pang of wistful homesickness to swirl in his mind, as it always tended to do after such a session. And as he has done before and will do in the coming times, he took a moment to regained his composure. A process where vulnerability abdicate its role to the facade that grew away from the tender care. One of arrogance, pride, and ruthlessness; but also one of conviction, determination, and intensity. One of an Imperial pilot. As the helmet consumed his head, his soul stilled and he stepped forth down the grey halls with renewed resolve.
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“Target identified as a Ghtroc 720, range three-seventy kicks, armed. Form up to intercept and dissuade.”
The brisk affirmation from himself and Mynock Two and Four was almost drowned out by the whine from the engine as the four Imperial fighters screamed away from their transport and aligned themselves in a rough quadrilateral formation towards the sensor blip. It was drifting, sublights inactive and transponder silent, all in a valiant effort to blend into the interstellar background. But without jammers to further obscure their presence or a cloak to hide it completely, they were simply a something in a sea of nothing. And the moment the occupants realized this and that the Empire was there to do something about it, the engine arrays that flanked either side of the light freighter flared to life.
”Unidentified Ghtroc 720, you are in a restricted sector, return to designated Region 12 volume or face the consequence.”
Despite his attempt at civility, Mynock One and everyone present knew that this wasn’t an accidental drift into the gap between Region 12 and the edge of the greater galaxy; it was merely the latest instance of another group of beings from within that thought that they had the stealth necessary to break the region-wide lockdown. And with no change to their vector, it appeared that this particular group has the will to do a little more resisting. Crutic can’t help but consider a brief flicker of irony in that the energy spent into presently futile evasive flying would be better applied to their hyperdrive to make it to their next jump. As it is, either option would result in the TIEs landing shots on them, but at least the latter would be more…inconvenient for him and his immediate comrades in the long term.
The last warning was issued as the four fighters closed the last hundred kicks and this time a response came through in the form of a pair of crimson bolts fizzling through the formation. And at the same instant, Crutic Jo’ran retreated into the crevasse in the back of his mind and RG-273-76 took his place.
Safeties off. Targeting computer rendered an approximation of the freighter’s saucer shape upon the display. Align it with the crosshair. Target lock shrilled. Squeeze the trigger. Shields rippled violently as green energies hammered home.
Not good enough.
Check surrounding for teammates within immediate maneuvering vectors. Opening between Mynock One and Four. They peeled off after they had done their own run. Good. Pour in speed to gain distance.
Sounds of laser cannons from behind. Dodge. Stabilize as the rain of bolts trailed behind his flight path, too slow. Perform a sharp banking turn to bring the freighter back in front. Check for alignment to target. Sensor flagged a new relevant information: steep power draw on the hyperdrive module.
“Target almost ready to jump,” he notified into the comms, a practiced motion with a hand to divert power from the engines to the laser cannons.
Trigger down. Shields flashed but held. Tough gutkurr of a target, could do with a bomber’s warhead right about now. No time to linger on what is not available, focus on what is available now. Time for another run. Shields ate another strafe-
Mynock Two reports shield failure as explosion flared directly ahead in the profound blackness, revealing the viewport’s spoked features for the first time. Apply maximum deflection of etheric rudder to avoid the blast, clench against the inertia. Beads of molten metal showered the fighter chassis, but nothing to prompt damage notification.
A little too close for comfort, will have to talk to Two later.
Mynock Four snarled his own displeasure and reported his intent to break off due to damage sustained on his starboard radiator array. No time to worry about him, as long as the target is not disabled. Loop high over target, reacquire lock. Send down pelting fire across the freighter’s dorsal power conduit. Something exploded and their portside sunlight array wavered.
New target. Engine endured a respectable volley before belching out a blast of unfocused ionized particles with most of its glowing innards, submitting the starship into an uncontrolled yaw.
A sudden garble of noises filled his helmet as he directed his focus to the starboard engines, and before his thumb had a chance to render that to equally inoperable slag, a stilted Galactic Basic superimposed itself on top of the audio intrusion.
“Stop! Imperials, stop! We surrender!”
Crutic found himself sucking in a lungful of the stale, cool air as he recognized the Aqualish language and its translator assisted intentions. The rest of the Mynock flight also shared this moment of realization as they broke off from their attack vectors. Well, most of them anyway. At some point Mynock Four became a barely visible trail of titanium and quadanium steel. No life signs. Dank farrik.
”Ghtroc 720, power down immediately and stand by for boarding.” Mynock One’s voice had been level, but there was no denying that those benign words were layered with vitriol that preemptively silenced any kind of protest the other party might want to say. After a few satisfied seconds, the seething hatred dissipated as he changed frequency to the Gozanti to confirm that the onboard boarding party was prepared for the task.
Not long later, the frequency switched back to local and started with a deep sigh that Crutic could practically hear the muscles unclench itself. ”Mynock Flight, systems check.”
“Mynock Two, all systems nominal.”
”Mynock Three, likewise,” Crutic said, examining the reading his flight systems were offering him. Though, in the back of his mind, he could virtually hear the choice words picked by the maintenance team about the surface defects that were received during his near-miss of the explosion. At least he can point the blame to Two this time.
“Good, perform one last sensor sweep before redocking with the Deliverance and meet up at the main hold for debrief.”
A pair of affirmations later, the trio flowed over the crippled freighter at maximum sensor sweep to detect any kind of trap or other possible hindrances for the Gozanti boarding party. They also made sure to fly as uncomfortably close to the freighter as realistically plausible. Although the occupants surely wouldn’t see them, they will make sure they can hear them as loud as their aural sensors are willing to emulate, and hope that the distinctive howl of the twin ion engines resonate deep within the instinctive part of their psyche. The scans turned up nothing more than some dozen beings crammed in its cargo hold, and with that, they pulled back to give a wide berth to the docking Gozanti before connecting with it themselves. What happened next was out of their hands, they have an after action report to perform. With a layer of grief in their hearts.
***
While the return to Marjora Space was a transit that took only a matter of minutes, the sublight transit from the system’s edge to the Decadence was long enough to complete the debrief to an educational amount of detail, clean up, and prepare for the early departure. Under normal circumstances, it would have been a month or so more until the patrol rotation brought them back to the star destroyer low in Majora Prime’s atmosphere, but the recent development had details to iron out. Such as the prisoners they now have board that needed to go through processing - and if they looked like the stormtroopers were rougher with them than necessary, Crutic had chosen not to comment - and registering the loss of a member and securing their replacement. All of that meant at least a few days of shore leave.
At least, what actually constitutes a “shore leave” for the Imperials. It was anybody’s guess on how well the collective bulkhead of owned and affiliated starships, bases, and outposts have achieved a semblance of civilian life where enlisted and officers alike could loosen their mask of professionalism and indulge in a slice of greater society beyond their duty to the Imperial preservation and continuation. It was never intended to interfere with the military aspects and readiness, to be sure, but being surrounded slightly-different-walls and training bouts that might have been less about fitness and more about unspoken exchange of credits sets the scene for much needed stimulation to distract from the monotony of service. It was also an open secret that the galaxy’s assortment of liquid courage and other vile substances that Crutic would begrudge someone for partaking had slipped past regulation and formed an elusive enterprise that based themselves in various need-to-know locations. And the less said about the “flecks of inspiration” fresh from the Sapius Corp mines the better.
That being said, not all non-standard marketplace have to be so despicable, there were also demands from the more respectable members of society: the market for local goods. Ranging from simply a more comfortable clothing that could be worn under uniforms to prevent chafing to non-regulation but cozy blankets to keep warm during power rationing wherever one get stationed, or - one that Crutic is currently partaking in - foods that is used to supplement the stubborn mess droid’s nutritionally balanced but nonetheless dreary meals. Today was some kind of fried fish topped with a grated and pickled Marjora native seafloor tuber, courtesy of “The Shuttle Pilot” in the Decadence’s forward hangar’s armory. It wasn’t ba’buir Eres-Cruzia’s squirmer tiingilar that viciously strikes at the nose, but it was enough of a comfort food to dull the edges to a rough day.
A sigh brought back the reprimanding words of FS-273-4 - then, Mynock One - to the forefront of his mind. Yes, HG-273-81 - Mynock Two - shouldn’t have shot the target when there were friendly within the field of fire, but it was Crutic that blocked Mynock Four’s view of his projected flight path that costed him the necessary reaction time to recognize the explosion that crippled his craft and subsequently made him easy pickings for the freighter’s turret. It was an honest mistake, if a costly one. A life and an entire TIE fighter, the former a loyal member of the Empire and the latter an entire craft worth of irreplaceable components, gone to deep space. It wasn’t an uncommon occasion in the attrition against time, but missed all the same. With a sharp breath and an exertion of will, he suppressed the emotional baggage and sank into another crumbly bite to focus on its fishy, floral flavors that accompanied the textureless slurry of carbs and fiber methodically dispensed upon his metal platter.
Unable to keep it idle for long, his mind suggested the possibility of stopping by the star destroyer’s training facility, its spacious quality an allure to contrast against the cramped confines of the Gozantis. The notion was immediately dashed by a mouse droid that weaved through the forest of legs and beckoned for his attention. And with it came the news that his immediate future would be occupied by a debatably better use of his time. Downing the last of the vitamin enriched baked cuboid with a glass of water, he dismissed the droid and deposited the tray onto the outgoing conveyor on his way out of the mess hall. Helmet replaced securely on his head, he tackled the maze-like corridors and the necessary turbolifts at a brisk jog that eventually deposited him in front of the comms substation. The naval troopers guarding the room eyed him briefly before offering a nod of recognition and returning their bored stare at the opposite wall, implicitly granting him access to the inner workings.
With no combat situations or priority broadcast in effect to demand its full use, the ship’s comms served as a node that services a miniscule bandwidth to the greater galactic network. To the Imperial personnel with investment to the wider galaxy, it was a treasured peephole. It was monitored, of course, but it was a small price to pay for the privilege to be in touch with family and friends. Such as the case for Crutic. An exchange of relevant information to the comms operator later, a small monitor on the wall buzzed to life and resolved into a grainy image of a familiar woman that warmed something deep within his being.
”Su’cuy, buyca’kov,” she greeted, the sarcasm in her voice somehow making it through the heavy warping and choppiness of signal loss.
Crutic paused in his process of unraveling the layers of his persona for a second to grimaced slightly from what he considered to be an uncultured greeting; although the jab at the end served as a reminder that his helmet was still on, an issue he fixed immediately in one smooth motion.
“Hey, Lythsia, are ba’buire home?”
His half-sister took a few seconds to receive the message before shaking her head, assuming that’s what the poorly captured head blur would suggest. ”No, ba’buir Allisyr is out of business meeting down south ba’buir Eres is in the shop. It’s restock day.”
“It’s a miracle that you are at home at all!” Crutic offered a smile he reserved for a few beings in the entire Galaxy. While he had wanted to at least exchange pleasantries to his grandparents after a few long months, he is more than glad to share the time with his sibling.
“Oh, I could be elsewhere too if that’s what you prefer.”
“No, you’ll do,” he paused for a few seconds before speaking again, andt this time, his voice was grim, “how’re things out there?”
Lythsia gave an expression that’s hard to read through both the video’s low resolution and just the mix of emotions that fought for dominance in mere seconds. “If you mean the rebels, they are still focusing their efforts at Coruscant. We haven't really heard much about their interaction with the Governor after the demand for disarmament.”
“So you're holding up?”
“The ‘New Republic’ doesn’t bother my sector much. Shame, I got a backlog of datacard I’m fully willing to let someone ‘liberate’.”
Crutic could feel his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he shot a glance at the comm operator, who didn’t seem to take much notice about the details of the conversation. Of course, he has no reason to suspect his sister of treacherous thoughts as she is an alumni of SAGEducation, but it never hurts to be cautious against misinterpretations.
“Lythisa…”
”I know, I know, I shouldn’t joke about these things. But honestly? I don't know how long it would hold out. The talking heads up top don’t give a gundark’s sheb about who taxes them at the end of the day. And our government is too worried about the lack of star destroyers to correct that.”
Crutic sighed and scratched at his hair, untangling a few helmet-induced knots along the way. It seems like that was a trend that would progressively get worse as the years went by. Not that he can do anything about it, he has an obligation here in Region 12, and it’s entirely up to the whims of Admiral Jaquinn - and Governor Ryehall above him - to see if they plan to do anything about the anarchy going on in the galaxy.
“Well, anything good happen since we last spoke?”
Lythisa thought for a long moment - or the video feed froze, hard to say - before she shrugged. ”Team Uviuy made it through the preliminary in Galactic Cup, there’s that.”
A light chuckle escaped his lips at the new topic. As far as good news goes, it was quite low bar but he could at least appreciate the effort to ease the tension. He chose to latch onto it. “Think they will make it to at least the Semi-Finals?”
“Only if Team Fondor gets disqualified.”
“So that’s a no.”
”Last time Uviuy even got close to the podium, the Unknown Regions was still being charted.”
Crutic offered a puzzled expression at what appeared to be a trivia, given that the subject referenced was self-defining. “It still is-”
”Exactly,” Lythsia face was smug.
The conversations continued amicably, delving onwards from sport recaps to a prod at Lythsia's quest for romance and the subsequent defense of her character by criticizing her now-former-partners despite him having never met them, which naturally lead her to remind him that he should be more worried about his own lack of engagements. And inevitably brought the focus back on his activities for the last few months that wasn't obscured by confidentiality.
But far too soon, a movement by the doorway signaled that his allotted time had ran out. The monitor blacked with his sister's parting words, leaving behind a pang of wistful homesickness to swirl in his mind, as it always tended to do after such a session. And as he has done before and will do in the coming times, he took a moment to regained his composure. A process where vulnerability abdicate its role to the facade that grew away from the tender care. One of arrogance, pride, and ruthlessness; but also one of conviction, determination, and intensity. One of an Imperial pilot. As the helmet consumed his head, his soul stilled and he stepped forth down the grey halls with renewed resolve.
2023.06.02 09:48 gensace_ Bisalp concern
Hello, so i got my bisalp exactly 2 weeks ago, i asked my surgeon if she can please take a picture of my tubes removed and she said yes, but on the day of the surgery they only printed one page on accident and on the second page got ereased for the next patient.
I love my surgeon but can i trust her? I am an overthinker and i HATE overthinking, and i felt like this is too good to be true , especially for me that always has bad luck.
I saw her on wednesday and she showed me on her laptop that it says verified and also said its on my patient portal, anyone else have their report and does this sound right. Are tubes that small? Thank you!
The report says this :⤵️
Gross Description (Verified) A . Labeled endometrial curettings, a 1 cm aggregate of soft red-brown tissue and blood clot. B. Labeled right tube, a 0.8 cm segment of red-purple tubular tissue measuring 0.3 cm in diameter. C . Labeled left tube, a 0.6 cm segment of red-purple ubular tissue measuring 0.3 cm in diameter
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I love my surgeon but can i trust her? I am an overthinker and i HATE overthinking, and i felt like this is too good to be true , especially for me that always has bad luck.
I saw her on wednesday and she showed me on her laptop that it says verified and also said its on my patient portal, anyone else have their report and does this sound right. Are tubes that small? Thank you!
The report says this :⤵️
Gross Description (Verified) A . Labeled endometrial curettings, a 1 cm aggregate of soft red-brown tissue and blood clot. B. Labeled right tube, a 0.8 cm segment of red-purple tubular tissue measuring 0.3 cm in diameter. C . Labeled left tube, a 0.6 cm segment of red-purple ubular tissue measuring 0.3 cm in diameter
2023.06.02 09:42 TeleeXXV Should I pursue nursing?
Hello, all!
19M here. I have been working at my county clinic since 2019, and I have primarily worked COVID, administering rapid tests, PCRs, helping nurses prepare vaccines, infection control, etc. This happened while I was in high school, and even though COVID was crazy, I miss working close to those nurses and patients (and hearing all their wacky COVID conspiracy theories and threats 😅).
Where I’m at: I’m starting my second year of college this fall, and I am majoring in criminal justice. I am also in the Army National Guard (part-time) through ROTC. I have 3 full-ride scholarships (1 academic, 1 sports, 1 Army), so I will not go into debt for additional schooling.
Where I want to be: Upon graduation, I am lined up to work with my city’s police K-9 unit and work MI (military intelligence) in the National Guard. However, I am considering my university’s post-baccalaureate 2-year BSN program because I miss working in healthcare so much. If I do this, I would start at my city’s general hospital.
Strengths: —Smart —Fit —Financially stable —Disciplined —Stoic —Logical —Organized —Detail-oriented
Weaknesses: —Blunt (with others) —Uncharismatic —Work better alone —Emotionally unavailable
What I like about nursing: —Meaningful —Lucrative —High-demand —Options —Marketability —Useful
What I dislike about nursing: —Potential night shift —Drama —Potential discrimination (female-dominated) —Lack of respect —Strange hours —Potential burnout —Apparent difficulty in school (If I hear one more nursing student describe it as “hell on Earth” and proceed to post their sorority parties on sc, I think my head is going to explode)
Any advice/feedback is welcome, be it macro-, micro-scale, or anything in between. I have been thinking about this for a long time, and I just want to collect as much knowledge and wisdom as I can before making a decision.
Thank you!
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19M here. I have been working at my county clinic since 2019, and I have primarily worked COVID, administering rapid tests, PCRs, helping nurses prepare vaccines, infection control, etc. This happened while I was in high school, and even though COVID was crazy, I miss working close to those nurses and patients (and hearing all their wacky COVID conspiracy theories and threats 😅).
Where I’m at: I’m starting my second year of college this fall, and I am majoring in criminal justice. I am also in the Army National Guard (part-time) through ROTC. I have 3 full-ride scholarships (1 academic, 1 sports, 1 Army), so I will not go into debt for additional schooling.
Where I want to be: Upon graduation, I am lined up to work with my city’s police K-9 unit and work MI (military intelligence) in the National Guard. However, I am considering my university’s post-baccalaureate 2-year BSN program because I miss working in healthcare so much. If I do this, I would start at my city’s general hospital.
Strengths: —Smart —Fit —Financially stable —Disciplined —Stoic —Logical —Organized —Detail-oriented
Weaknesses: —Blunt (with others) —Uncharismatic —Work better alone —Emotionally unavailable
What I like about nursing: —Meaningful —Lucrative —High-demand —Options —Marketability —Useful
What I dislike about nursing: —Potential night shift —Drama —Potential discrimination (female-dominated) —Lack of respect —Strange hours —Potential burnout —Apparent difficulty in school (If I hear one more nursing student describe it as “hell on Earth” and proceed to post their sorority parties on sc, I think my head is going to explode)
Any advice/feedback is welcome, be it macro-, micro-scale, or anything in between. I have been thinking about this for a long time, and I just want to collect as much knowledge and wisdom as I can before making a decision.
Thank you!
2023.06.02 09:38 onoell Went to the ER last week for shortness of breath/tachycardia and was told blood work was normal other than high WBC, but I see lots of “abnormal” results on my online patient portal. Seeking peace of mind here
20F, white, 190 lbs., 5’3”, non-smoker, history of anemia and prior use of phentermine (been off this medication for ~2-3 months). TLDR: went to ER for shortness of breath/tachycardia possibly caused by allergies and taking too much cough syrup (respectively), told blood work was normal, but I am worried it might not be
Hi all. This is my first time posting so if this doesn’t adhere to the rules, please correct me. Last week, I went to urgent care because I was having extreme difficulty catching my breath. This started at 4 AM that day and progressively got worse till I went to urgent care at around 7:45 pm. I figured it was just allergies (undiagnosed but pretty sure) because I had had similar episodes (I have cats, moved away for college, came home and saw cats). What’s interesting though is that the onset of symptoms was very sudden, I had not had hardly any contact with my cats the day before/leading up to the symptoms. After being away from the cats for long periods of time, my symptoms get much worse (used to be sneezing/congestion, now it’s painful coughs and shortness of breath). To counteract the coughs, I take brompheniramine-pseudoephedrine-dm 2mg-30mg-10mg/5 mL oral syrup (after this incident, I threw this medication away, it was also 6 weeks past expiration date if that’s relevant). At 4 AM I took 7 mL, at noon I took 5 mL, and at 5 pm, I took 10 mL. I had no appetite that day, so the only thing I had ate was a 12 oz chocolate peanut butter smoothie around noon and 7 cough drops around 6-7 pm. The tachycardia started around 6 pm, I had a resting heart rate around 120-125 bpm for an hour and a half. When I went to the urgent care, they gave me a rocephin shot and a steroid shot, then a breathing treatment. Breathing treatment made the tachycardia worse and my heart rate went up to 140-150 bpm resting rate, with no indication it was gonna decrease. I suspected the medication was the cause of the tachycardia because of what I had read about with side effects, my blood pressure was also 159/~82 and I typically have normal blood pressure. Since my heart rate was not returning to normal, they suggested we go to the emergency room to be safe, so we did. There they monitored me for a while, did an EKG (was normal other than tachycardia), and did multiple blood tests. They never told me the definite cause of the shortness of breath (urgent care: negative chest X-ray, negative for COVID-19, possibly negative for other common viruses but I cannot remember which ones) nor the tachycardia, as the ER doc said the dosage was normal (bottle said 5 mL every 6 hours). They prescribed me with 5 20 mg prednisone pills (took 4 of 5), Z-pak (took all of those), 200 mg benzonatate as needed, and an albuterol inhaler. I am feeling much better and am pretty much asymptomatic other than an occasional cough. Based on the blood results below, I wanted to know if it’s possible the shortness of breath might not have been allergies and could have been something else? Additionally, I am quite worried by the morphology, D-dimer, and troponin results. Is my anemia more severe than I thought? Could I possibly have a small blood clot? Is there a little bit of heart damage? I apologize for all of the questions, I am a worrier.
Abnormal results: Morphology: Polychrome 1+, Hypochrome 1+, Microcytes 1+, Aniso 1+, Macryocytes 1+, Tear Drop 1+ D-Dimer: 0.57 Glucose R: 105 mg/dL (is it possible I have prediabetes given I had only had that smoothie + cough drops to eat that day, 4 hours in between the blood draw and cough drops, 9 hours in between smoothie and blood draw) Troponin 1 HS: <3 CBC: WBC 13.7, Neut% 87.8, Lymph% 5.2, Neut# 12, Lymph# .7, MCV 75.7 fL, MCH 24.2 pg, MCHC 31.9 gm/dL
Thank you so much for your help <3
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Hi all. This is my first time posting so if this doesn’t adhere to the rules, please correct me. Last week, I went to urgent care because I was having extreme difficulty catching my breath. This started at 4 AM that day and progressively got worse till I went to urgent care at around 7:45 pm. I figured it was just allergies (undiagnosed but pretty sure) because I had had similar episodes (I have cats, moved away for college, came home and saw cats). What’s interesting though is that the onset of symptoms was very sudden, I had not had hardly any contact with my cats the day before/leading up to the symptoms. After being away from the cats for long periods of time, my symptoms get much worse (used to be sneezing/congestion, now it’s painful coughs and shortness of breath). To counteract the coughs, I take brompheniramine-pseudoephedrine-dm 2mg-30mg-10mg/5 mL oral syrup (after this incident, I threw this medication away, it was also 6 weeks past expiration date if that’s relevant). At 4 AM I took 7 mL, at noon I took 5 mL, and at 5 pm, I took 10 mL. I had no appetite that day, so the only thing I had ate was a 12 oz chocolate peanut butter smoothie around noon and 7 cough drops around 6-7 pm. The tachycardia started around 6 pm, I had a resting heart rate around 120-125 bpm for an hour and a half. When I went to the urgent care, they gave me a rocephin shot and a steroid shot, then a breathing treatment. Breathing treatment made the tachycardia worse and my heart rate went up to 140-150 bpm resting rate, with no indication it was gonna decrease. I suspected the medication was the cause of the tachycardia because of what I had read about with side effects, my blood pressure was also 159/~82 and I typically have normal blood pressure. Since my heart rate was not returning to normal, they suggested we go to the emergency room to be safe, so we did. There they monitored me for a while, did an EKG (was normal other than tachycardia), and did multiple blood tests. They never told me the definite cause of the shortness of breath (urgent care: negative chest X-ray, negative for COVID-19, possibly negative for other common viruses but I cannot remember which ones) nor the tachycardia, as the ER doc said the dosage was normal (bottle said 5 mL every 6 hours). They prescribed me with 5 20 mg prednisone pills (took 4 of 5), Z-pak (took all of those), 200 mg benzonatate as needed, and an albuterol inhaler. I am feeling much better and am pretty much asymptomatic other than an occasional cough. Based on the blood results below, I wanted to know if it’s possible the shortness of breath might not have been allergies and could have been something else? Additionally, I am quite worried by the morphology, D-dimer, and troponin results. Is my anemia more severe than I thought? Could I possibly have a small blood clot? Is there a little bit of heart damage? I apologize for all of the questions, I am a worrier.
Abnormal results: Morphology: Polychrome 1+, Hypochrome 1+, Microcytes 1+, Aniso 1+, Macryocytes 1+, Tear Drop 1+ D-Dimer: 0.57 Glucose R: 105 mg/dL (is it possible I have prediabetes given I had only had that smoothie + cough drops to eat that day, 4 hours in between the blood draw and cough drops, 9 hours in between smoothie and blood draw) Troponin 1 HS: <3 CBC: WBC 13.7, Neut% 87.8, Lymph% 5.2, Neut# 12, Lymph# .7, MCV 75.7 fL, MCH 24.2 pg, MCHC 31.9 gm/dL
Thank you so much for your help <3
2023.06.02 09:22 vdoartur [Store] 200 knifes / gloves and a lot skins Talon Sapphire 0.03 FL, Bayo Sapphire FN, ST Bayo Emerald FN, BFK Lore MW, M9 Lore 0.01 FL, Slingshot MW, BFK Fade FN, ST Ursus Ruby FN, BFK Doppler P2, Amphibious MW, Huntsman Ruby, AWP Desert Hydra 0.15FL, Crimson Kimono FT, and a lot other knifes/gloves
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Name Price B/O Tradability
★ Talon Knife Doppler (Sapphire) - FN - 8091.27 - -
★ Bayonet Doppler (Sapphire) - FN - 7311.39 - -
★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Emerald) - FN - 6742.73 - -
★ Butterfly Knife Lore - MW - 4467.99 - -
★ Butterfly Knife Lore - MW - 4467.99 - -
★ M9 Bayonet Lore - FN - 4449.87 - -
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 4005.01 - -
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 4005.01 - -
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - MW - 3834.42 - -
★ StatTrak™ Ursus Knife Doppler (Ruby) - FN - 3346.99 - -
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Phase 2) - FN - 2794.57- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious - MW - 2794.41- Tue May 30 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Ruby) - FN - 2729.58 - -
★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Ruby) - FN - 2729.58 - -
AWP Desert Hydra - FT - 2526.33- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ M9 Bayonet Fade - FN - 2437.13 - -
AWP Medusa - BS - 2321.45- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ StatTrak™ M9 Bayonet Fade - FN - 2225.82- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Phase 3) - FN - 2079.52- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Butterfly Knife Slaughter - FN - 2063.43- Fri May 26 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze - WW - 2006.57- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze - WW - 2006.57- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Talon Knife Fade - FN - 1981.88- Tue May 30 2023 10:00:00 -
AK-47 Hydroponic - MW - 1882.77- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Black Pearl) - FN - 1866.52 - -
★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Phase 3) - FN - 1787.23- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Skeleton Knife Crimson Web - MW - 1738.41- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono - FT - 1671.87- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ M9 Bayonet - - 1665.37 - -
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth - FN - 1621.50- Tue May 30 2023 10:00:00 -
★ M9 Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Phase 3) - FN - 1535.39- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Karambit Slaughter - FN - 1507.60- Fri May 26 2023 10:00:00 -
M4A1-S Imminent Danger - MW - 1505.74 - -
★ M9 Bayonet Tiger Tooth - FN - 1467.15- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ M9 Bayonet Tiger Tooth - FN - 1467.15- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Gut Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) - FN - 1461.95 - -
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box - BS - 1459.03- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box - BS - 1459.03- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Butterfly Knife Freehand - FN - 1427.99 - -
★ Karambit Doppler (Phase 1) - FN - 1413.53- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Phase 2) - FN - 1413.53- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Butterfly Knife Black Laminate - FT - 1405.41- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Doppler (Phase 1) - FN - 1397.12- Thu Jun 01 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Nomad Knife Fade - FN - 1380.87 - -
AWP Fade - FN - 1379.41 - -
★ Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Phase 2) - FN - 1364.80- Tue May 30 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Bayonet Fade - FN - 1356.67- Thu Jun 01 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Bayonet Fade - FN - 1356.67 - -
★ Shadow Daggers Doppler (Sapphire) - FN - 1329.04 - -
★ Talon Knife Doppler (Phase 2) - FN - 1315.89- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Talon Knife Marble Fade - FN - 1283.23- Fri Jun 02 2023 10:00:00 -
★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic - FT - 1216.62 - -
★ Moto Gloves POW! - MW - 1199.07 - -
M4A4 Poseidon - MW - 1169.66 - -
★ Stiletto Knife Fade - FN - 1153.58 - -
★ Talon Knife Doppler (Phase 1) - FN - 1121.08- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Navaja Knife Doppler (Ruby) - FN - 1119.13 - -
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious - FT - 1104.83- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Flip Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 2) - FN - 1104.67 - -
★ Talon Knife Doppler (Phase 3) - MW - 1088.59- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water - FT - 1082.07 - -
★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel - FT - 1056.09 - -
★ Bayonet Marble Fade - FN - 1055.27- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Bayonet Marble Fade - FN - 1055.27 - -
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - FT - 1054.47 - -
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - FT - 1054.47 - -
★ StatTrak™ M9 Bayonet Lore - WW - 1037.89 - -
★ Talon Knife Slaughter - FN - 1023.24- Thu Jun 01 2023 10:00:00 -
AK-47 Fire Serpent - FT - 999.22- Fri May 26 2023 10:00:00 -
★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate - FT - 980.37- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate - FT - 980.37 - -
M4A1-S Hot Rod - FN - 974.86 - -
★ Sport Gloves Nocts - MW - 925.95 - -
Desert Eagle Blaze - FN - 917.99- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
Desert Eagle Blaze - FN - 917.99- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
Desert Eagle Blaze - FN - 917.99 - -
★ Sport Gloves Vice - BS - 917.83- Thu Jun 01 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Sport Gloves Vice - BS - 917.83- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Sport Gloves Vice - BS - 917.83- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Sport Gloves Vice - BS - 917.83 - -
★ Butterfly Knife Urban Masked - MW - 880.61 - -
★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 4) - FN - 866.40 - -
AUG Akihabara Accept - FT - 844.87 - -
★ Butterfly Knife Night - FT - 842.59- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Karambit Blue Steel - FT - 828.46- Fri May 26 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat - BS - 825.38- Thu Jun 01 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat - BS - 825.38- Tue May 30 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat - BS - 825.38- Fri May 26 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Paracord Knife Fade - FN - 810.67- Tue May 30 2023 10:00:00 -
Desert Eagle Blaze - MW - 794.18 - -
★ Karambit Freehand - FT - 786.38- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 1) - FN - 771.75- Thu Jun 01 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 1) - FN - 771.75- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 1) - FN - 771.75 - -
★ Flip Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 3) - FN - 747.38- Thu Jun 01 2023 10:00:00 -
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 732.77- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 732.77- Fri May 26 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Survival Knife Fade - FN - 727.08- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Karambit Stained - WW - 688.29- Tue May 30 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Karambit Stained - WW - 688.29- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Bayonet Lore - FT - 687.11 - -
★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel - FT - 682.24 - -
★ M9 Bayonet Blue Steel - FT - 674.27- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Broken Fang Gloves Needle Point - FN - 672.65 - -
AWP Lightning Strike - FN - 671.02- Thu Jun 01 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Stiletto Knife - - 621.47- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Nomad Knife Slaughter - MW - 613.67- Fri Jun 02 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Hand Wraps Slaughter - MW - 612.54- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Talon Knife Case Hardened - FT - 611.56- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ M9 Bayonet Case Hardened - BS - 606.20 - -
★ Huntsman Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 4) - FN - 583.12- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
★ StatTrak™ Huntsman Knife Slaughter - FN - 567.04- Thu Jun 01 2023 10:00:00 -
M4A1-S Printstream - FN - 552.41- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Talon Knife Damascus Steel - MW - 543.48- Fri Jun 02 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Talon Knife Blue Steel - MW - 542.66- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Hand Wraps Cobalt Skulls - FT - 541.53- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ M9 Bayonet Ultraviolet - WW - 531.05 - -
★ Ursus Knife Slaughter - FN - 517.89 - -
★ Ursus Knife Slaughter - FN - 517.89 - -
AK-47 X-Ray - WW - 509.36 - -
★ StatTrak™ Huntsman Knife Marble Fade - FN - 500.42 - -
★ M9 Bayonet Boreal Forest - FT - 498.80- Tue May 30 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Huntsman Knife Marble Fade - FN - 485.81- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Huntsman Knife Slaughter - FN - 482.55- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Talon Knife Stained - MW - 482.01- Thu Jun 01 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Falchion Knife Doppler (Phase 2) - FN - 477.51- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Survival Knife Crimson Web - MW - 464.68- Fri May 26 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Stiletto Knife Damascus Steel - FN - 462.73 - -
★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 1) - FN - 454.93- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Ursus Knife - - 454.68 - -
★ Sport Gloves Omega - BS - 445.99- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Sport Gloves Omega - BS - 445.99- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Specialist Gloves Field Agent - FT - 438.68- Fri May 26 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Falchion Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 3) - FN - 432.49- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Stained - WW - 422.11- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Falchion Knife Doppler (Phase 3) - FN - 421.30- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
StatTrak™ AK-47 Vulcan - FT - 407.24 - -
Sticker LGB eSports (Holo) Katowice 2015 - - 406.19 - -
★ Survival Knife - - 404.56 - -
AK-47 Case Hardened - FN - 400.42- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Huntsman Knife Tiger Tooth - FN - 398.06- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Huntsman Knife Tiger Tooth - FN - 398.06- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Huntsman Knife Tiger Tooth - FN - 398.06 - -
★ Sport Gloves Big Game - FT - 398.06 - -
★ Sport Gloves Big Game - FT - 398.06 - -
★ Falchion Knife Marble Fade - FN - 393.18- Fri Jun 02 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Bowie Knife Lore - MW - 373.37 - -
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh - FT - 363.94- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Skeleton Knife Boreal Forest - WW - 357.44- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Bayonet Stained - FT - 356.64 - -
Desert Eagle Sunset Storm 壱 - FN - 355.82- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Stiletto Knife Blue Steel - FT - 344.37- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
M4A4 Daybreak - FN - 340.23 - -
Souvenir Tec-9 Nuclear Threat - MW - 333.12- Thu Jun 01 2023 10:00:00 -
StatTrak™ AK-47 Fuel Injector - FT - 324.62- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Bayonet Rust Coat - BS - 318.29- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Bayonet Rust Coat - BS - 318.29- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Rust Coat - BS - 316.82 - -
★ Bowie Knife Black Laminate - FN - 316.74- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Safari Mesh - FT - 316.66- Fri Jun 02 2023 10:00:00 -
StatTrak™ AWP Asiimov - FT - 316.62 - -
★ Talon Knife Scorched - FT - 315.20- Tue May 30 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Stiletto Knife Damascus Steel - WW - 308.43- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Specialist Gloves Lt. Commander - FT - 306.11 - -
StatTrak™ AWP BOOM - MW - 300.58- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
Glock-18 Twilight Galaxy - FN - 292.38 - -
★ Specialist Gloves Fade - WW - 290.50- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Nomad Knife Night Stripe - MW - 287.26- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Falchion Knife Slaughter - MW - 284.33- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Falchion Knife Slaughter - MW - 284.33 - -
AK-47 Vulcan - FT - 275.72- Fri May 26 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Shadow Daggers Marble Fade - FN - 275.56- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Flip Knife Blue Steel - MW - 272.63 - -
AUG Flame Jörmungandr - MW - 268.06- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Stiletto Knife Stained - BS - 267.83 - -
★ Gut Knife Marble Fade - FN - 265.73 - -
★ Bowie Knife - - 259.72 - -
★ Driver Gloves Black Tie - FT - 259.07 - -
AWP Silk Tiger - MW - 257.44 - -
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web - WW - 253.95 - -
★ Flip Knife Blue Steel - FT - 251.67 - -
★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid - BS - 247.78- Tue May 30 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Stiletto Knife Ultraviolet - BS - 243.55- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
AWP Graphite - FN - 240.38- Thu Jun 01 2023 10:00:00 -
AK-47 Case Hardened - FT - 240.30- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
Souvenir Desert Eagle Fennec Fox - FT - 233.63- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
Sticker Keyd Stars (Holo) Katowice 2015 - - 233.15- Fri Jun 02 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Moto Gloves Polygon - FT - 230.55- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Huntsman Knife Damascus Steel - FN - 229.07- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
USP-S Printstream - FN - 213.24 - -
★ StatTrak™ Gut Knife Damascus Steel - FN - 212.03 - -
★ Gut Knife Doppler (Phase 3) - FN - 211.22- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Sport Gloves Bronze Morph - FT - 207.72- Fri May 26 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Sport Gloves Bronze Morph - FT - 207.72 - -
★ Ursus Knife Damascus Steel - FT - 204.56- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Shadow Daggers Lore - FT - 201.47 - -
★ Driver Gloves Lunar Weave - FT - 199.85- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Flip Knife Urban Masked - FT - 198.05 - -
★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! - BS - 195.79- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
M4A4 The Emperor - FN - 193.35 - -
submitted by vdoartur to GlobalOffensiveTrade [link] [comments]
Links to my profile / trade offer
Steam Profile : https://steamcommunity.com/id/filimon-trade
Trade link : https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffenew/?partner=169178735&token=NOaCmr8O
feel free to send me your offer
Name Price B/O Tradability
★ Talon Knife Doppler (Sapphire) - FN - 8091.27 - -
★ Bayonet Doppler (Sapphire) - FN - 7311.39 - -
★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Emerald) - FN - 6742.73 - -
★ Butterfly Knife Lore - MW - 4467.99 - -
★ Butterfly Knife Lore - MW - 4467.99 - -
★ M9 Bayonet Lore - FN - 4449.87 - -
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 4005.01 - -
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 4005.01 - -
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - MW - 3834.42 - -
★ StatTrak™ Ursus Knife Doppler (Ruby) - FN - 3346.99 - -
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Phase 2) - FN - 2794.57- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious - MW - 2794.41- Tue May 30 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Ruby) - FN - 2729.58 - -
★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Ruby) - FN - 2729.58 - -
AWP Desert Hydra - FT - 2526.33- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ M9 Bayonet Fade - FN - 2437.13 - -
AWP Medusa - BS - 2321.45- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ StatTrak™ M9 Bayonet Fade - FN - 2225.82- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Phase 3) - FN - 2079.52- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Butterfly Knife Slaughter - FN - 2063.43- Fri May 26 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze - WW - 2006.57- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze - WW - 2006.57- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Talon Knife Fade - FN - 1981.88- Tue May 30 2023 10:00:00 -
AK-47 Hydroponic - MW - 1882.77- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Black Pearl) - FN - 1866.52 - -
★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Phase 3) - FN - 1787.23- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Skeleton Knife Crimson Web - MW - 1738.41- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono - FT - 1671.87- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ M9 Bayonet - - 1665.37 - -
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth - FN - 1621.50- Tue May 30 2023 10:00:00 -
★ M9 Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Phase 3) - FN - 1535.39- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Karambit Slaughter - FN - 1507.60- Fri May 26 2023 10:00:00 -
M4A1-S Imminent Danger - MW - 1505.74 - -
★ M9 Bayonet Tiger Tooth - FN - 1467.15- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ M9 Bayonet Tiger Tooth - FN - 1467.15- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Gut Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) - FN - 1461.95 - -
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box - BS - 1459.03- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box - BS - 1459.03- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Butterfly Knife Freehand - FN - 1427.99 - -
★ Karambit Doppler (Phase 1) - FN - 1413.53- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Phase 2) - FN - 1413.53- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Butterfly Knife Black Laminate - FT - 1405.41- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Doppler (Phase 1) - FN - 1397.12- Thu Jun 01 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Nomad Knife Fade - FN - 1380.87 - -
AWP Fade - FN - 1379.41 - -
★ Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Phase 2) - FN - 1364.80- Tue May 30 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Bayonet Fade - FN - 1356.67- Thu Jun 01 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Bayonet Fade - FN - 1356.67 - -
★ Shadow Daggers Doppler (Sapphire) - FN - 1329.04 - -
★ Talon Knife Doppler (Phase 2) - FN - 1315.89- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Talon Knife Marble Fade - FN - 1283.23- Fri Jun 02 2023 10:00:00 -
★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic - FT - 1216.62 - -
★ Moto Gloves POW! - MW - 1199.07 - -
M4A4 Poseidon - MW - 1169.66 - -
★ Stiletto Knife Fade - FN - 1153.58 - -
★ Talon Knife Doppler (Phase 1) - FN - 1121.08- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Navaja Knife Doppler (Ruby) - FN - 1119.13 - -
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious - FT - 1104.83- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Flip Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 2) - FN - 1104.67 - -
★ Talon Knife Doppler (Phase 3) - MW - 1088.59- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water - FT - 1082.07 - -
★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel - FT - 1056.09 - -
★ Bayonet Marble Fade - FN - 1055.27- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Bayonet Marble Fade - FN - 1055.27 - -
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - FT - 1054.47 - -
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - FT - 1054.47 - -
★ StatTrak™ M9 Bayonet Lore - WW - 1037.89 - -
★ Talon Knife Slaughter - FN - 1023.24- Thu Jun 01 2023 10:00:00 -
AK-47 Fire Serpent - FT - 999.22- Fri May 26 2023 10:00:00 -
★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate - FT - 980.37- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate - FT - 980.37 - -
M4A1-S Hot Rod - FN - 974.86 - -
★ Sport Gloves Nocts - MW - 925.95 - -
Desert Eagle Blaze - FN - 917.99- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
Desert Eagle Blaze - FN - 917.99- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
Desert Eagle Blaze - FN - 917.99 - -
★ Sport Gloves Vice - BS - 917.83- Thu Jun 01 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Sport Gloves Vice - BS - 917.83- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Sport Gloves Vice - BS - 917.83- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Sport Gloves Vice - BS - 917.83 - -
★ Butterfly Knife Urban Masked - MW - 880.61 - -
★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 4) - FN - 866.40 - -
AUG Akihabara Accept - FT - 844.87 - -
★ Butterfly Knife Night - FT - 842.59- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Karambit Blue Steel - FT - 828.46- Fri May 26 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat - BS - 825.38- Thu Jun 01 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat - BS - 825.38- Tue May 30 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat - BS - 825.38- Fri May 26 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Paracord Knife Fade - FN - 810.67- Tue May 30 2023 10:00:00 -
Desert Eagle Blaze - MW - 794.18 - -
★ Karambit Freehand - FT - 786.38- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 1) - FN - 771.75- Thu Jun 01 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 1) - FN - 771.75- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 1) - FN - 771.75 - -
★ Flip Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 3) - FN - 747.38- Thu Jun 01 2023 10:00:00 -
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 732.77- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 732.77- Fri May 26 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Survival Knife Fade - FN - 727.08- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Karambit Stained - WW - 688.29- Tue May 30 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Karambit Stained - WW - 688.29- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Bayonet Lore - FT - 687.11 - -
★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel - FT - 682.24 - -
★ M9 Bayonet Blue Steel - FT - 674.27- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Broken Fang Gloves Needle Point - FN - 672.65 - -
AWP Lightning Strike - FN - 671.02- Thu Jun 01 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Stiletto Knife - - 621.47- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Nomad Knife Slaughter - MW - 613.67- Fri Jun 02 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Hand Wraps Slaughter - MW - 612.54- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Talon Knife Case Hardened - FT - 611.56- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ M9 Bayonet Case Hardened - BS - 606.20 - -
★ Huntsman Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 4) - FN - 583.12- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
★ StatTrak™ Huntsman Knife Slaughter - FN - 567.04- Thu Jun 01 2023 10:00:00 -
M4A1-S Printstream - FN - 552.41- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Talon Knife Damascus Steel - MW - 543.48- Fri Jun 02 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Talon Knife Blue Steel - MW - 542.66- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Hand Wraps Cobalt Skulls - FT - 541.53- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ M9 Bayonet Ultraviolet - WW - 531.05 - -
★ Ursus Knife Slaughter - FN - 517.89 - -
★ Ursus Knife Slaughter - FN - 517.89 - -
AK-47 X-Ray - WW - 509.36 - -
★ StatTrak™ Huntsman Knife Marble Fade - FN - 500.42 - -
★ M9 Bayonet Boreal Forest - FT - 498.80- Tue May 30 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Huntsman Knife Marble Fade - FN - 485.81- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Huntsman Knife Slaughter - FN - 482.55- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Talon Knife Stained - MW - 482.01- Thu Jun 01 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Falchion Knife Doppler (Phase 2) - FN - 477.51- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Survival Knife Crimson Web - MW - 464.68- Fri May 26 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Stiletto Knife Damascus Steel - FN - 462.73 - -
★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 1) - FN - 454.93- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Ursus Knife - - 454.68 - -
★ Sport Gloves Omega - BS - 445.99- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Sport Gloves Omega - BS - 445.99- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Specialist Gloves Field Agent - FT - 438.68- Fri May 26 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Falchion Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 3) - FN - 432.49- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Stained - WW - 422.11- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Falchion Knife Doppler (Phase 3) - FN - 421.30- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
StatTrak™ AK-47 Vulcan - FT - 407.24 - -
Sticker LGB eSports (Holo) Katowice 2015 - - 406.19 - -
★ Survival Knife - - 404.56 - -
AK-47 Case Hardened - FN - 400.42- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Huntsman Knife Tiger Tooth - FN - 398.06- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Huntsman Knife Tiger Tooth - FN - 398.06- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Huntsman Knife Tiger Tooth - FN - 398.06 - -
★ Sport Gloves Big Game - FT - 398.06 - -
★ Sport Gloves Big Game - FT - 398.06 - -
★ Falchion Knife Marble Fade - FN - 393.18- Fri Jun 02 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Bowie Knife Lore - MW - 373.37 - -
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh - FT - 363.94- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Skeleton Knife Boreal Forest - WW - 357.44- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Bayonet Stained - FT - 356.64 - -
Desert Eagle Sunset Storm 壱 - FN - 355.82- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Stiletto Knife Blue Steel - FT - 344.37- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
M4A4 Daybreak - FN - 340.23 - -
Souvenir Tec-9 Nuclear Threat - MW - 333.12- Thu Jun 01 2023 10:00:00 -
StatTrak™ AK-47 Fuel Injector - FT - 324.62- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Bayonet Rust Coat - BS - 318.29- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Bayonet Rust Coat - BS - 318.29- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Rust Coat - BS - 316.82 - -
★ Bowie Knife Black Laminate - FN - 316.74- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Safari Mesh - FT - 316.66- Fri Jun 02 2023 10:00:00 -
StatTrak™ AWP Asiimov - FT - 316.62 - -
★ Talon Knife Scorched - FT - 315.20- Tue May 30 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Stiletto Knife Damascus Steel - WW - 308.43- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Specialist Gloves Lt. Commander - FT - 306.11 - -
StatTrak™ AWP BOOM - MW - 300.58- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
Glock-18 Twilight Galaxy - FN - 292.38 - -
★ Specialist Gloves Fade - WW - 290.50- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Nomad Knife Night Stripe - MW - 287.26- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Falchion Knife Slaughter - MW - 284.33- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Falchion Knife Slaughter - MW - 284.33 - -
AK-47 Vulcan - FT - 275.72- Fri May 26 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Shadow Daggers Marble Fade - FN - 275.56- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Flip Knife Blue Steel - MW - 272.63 - -
AUG Flame Jörmungandr - MW - 268.06- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Stiletto Knife Stained - BS - 267.83 - -
★ Gut Knife Marble Fade - FN - 265.73 - -
★ Bowie Knife - - 259.72 - -
★ Driver Gloves Black Tie - FT - 259.07 - -
AWP Silk Tiger - MW - 257.44 - -
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web - WW - 253.95 - -
★ Flip Knife Blue Steel - FT - 251.67 - -
★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid - BS - 247.78- Tue May 30 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Stiletto Knife Ultraviolet - BS - 243.55- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
AWP Graphite - FN - 240.38- Thu Jun 01 2023 10:00:00 -
AK-47 Case Hardened - FT - 240.30- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
Souvenir Desert Eagle Fennec Fox - FT - 233.63- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
Sticker Keyd Stars (Holo) Katowice 2015 - - 233.15- Fri Jun 02 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Moto Gloves Polygon - FT - 230.55- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Huntsman Knife Damascus Steel - FN - 229.07- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
USP-S Printstream - FN - 213.24 - -
★ StatTrak™ Gut Knife Damascus Steel - FN - 212.03 - -
★ Gut Knife Doppler (Phase 3) - FN - 211.22- Sun May 28 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Sport Gloves Bronze Morph - FT - 207.72- Fri May 26 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Sport Gloves Bronze Morph - FT - 207.72 - -
★ Ursus Knife Damascus Steel - FT - 204.56- Sat May 27 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Shadow Daggers Lore - FT - 201.47 - -
★ Driver Gloves Lunar Weave - FT - 199.85- Mon May 29 2023 10:00:00 -
★ Flip Knife Urban Masked - FT - 198.05 - -
★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! - BS - 195.79- Wed May 31 2023 10:00:00 -
M4A4 The Emperor - FN - 193.35 - -
2023.06.02 09:15 Bubblegum_everywhere Should I blackmail my grandfather who SAed me as a minor?
Hey, before I start I want to let the mods know I did read the rules and I’m not looking for revenge or legal advice, but if this content does break those rules I will be happy to take it down.
Long story short, my grandfather (GF), who is not biologically related to me groomed me and sexually assaulted me as a minor (16,17). It started with trips to sports games and little gifts (GF is loaded) and escalated to the point where he taught me to drive stick in his Corvette. I loved (and still love) a good ride, so he would let me drive his four-wheelers and motorbikes, often letting me drive so he could sit behind me and caress my legs. It was weird, but I was finally becoming alright with physical touch, something I had been trained out of my childhood, so I guess I thought it was normal. I had an inkling in the back of my mind that it wasn’t okay, but I never acted on it.
It all converged into a final moment I couldn’t ignore. We were on his boat in the middle of a huge lake, and smoking my weed pen, when he grabbed my arms and tried to kiss me. I pulled away and smiled in a very uncomfortable way, because I was terrified of conflict, and hey, maybe that wasn’t what was happening, right? He asked what was wrong and I lied and said I had hit a squirrel on the drive to the lake last time and felt bad. He said he had a secret to tell me, which of course, was that he wanted to kiss me.
It was like a switch flicked and I realized the power I had. I demanded he take me home, and for some reason I got in his car and let him drive me home. Nothing more happened, thank god, but why I let him drive me down twisty and deserted roads high as a kite and obviously sexually attracted to me I still don’t know. He claimed he had never cheated on his wife or ever done something to a child. I don’t know whether I believe the former, but for some reason I believe the latter. He asked me not to tell, and said if I did he would tell that I had been smoking weed and vapes underage.
He drove me to my aunts house, where I proceeded to tell her what had happened. To this day she is the only family member who knows. I asked her not to tell anyone else for a few reasons: 1. My aunt’s husband, my uncle (through law), is one of my favorite people, and GF is his step-father. My uncle recently lost his biological father, and has never quite been the same since. At the time the SA occurred the death was almost brand new, and I couldn’t bear to hurt my uncle like that. I know if I tell him what happened he would take my side, and maybe even kill GF himself, but I can’t do that to him. 2. I wasn’t really sure what had happened, and truth be told, while I know in concept it was an unforgivable thing to do, it wasn’t really that bad. It’s not like I’m traumatized or anything. I just don’t like classic rock now, since that is what we always listened to, but that’s the only real “trauma” that stems from those days. 3. Why ruin his life? Because honestly, why? I have no desire to tear his family apart when he didn’t really do anything that bad. I was basically an adult, and not even remotely blood related to him, so it’s not like he was grooming real children. I hate him, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t harbor the malice needed to enact revenge. Besides, I only see him on thanksgiving and I can ignore him completely besides the required “hello, how are you?” To avoid suspicion. 4. I was in fact smoking and vaping underage with him. 5. I have no desire to go to court, especially since he is rich and connected and I am not. But also that is so much time and effort I don’t have for absolutely no gain except knowing I tore his family apart, which again, I don’t have any desire to do.
The reason I’m making this post is because it’s finally time for me to go to college, and as all college students, I’m poor beyond words. Maybe I’ve been listening to too many villain era songs, but I’m wondering if I should try blackmailing him for money. He’s fucking loaded anyways. I would send a text along the lines of “heyyyy, miss me? I’m about to start college, and I was wondering if you would be able to send a graduation gift since we used to be so close.” Or something like that. Can I pull that off? Do you think he would call my bluff? Is it worth the risks? I just want him to quietly transfer me a few thousand bucks and I want anyone else’s opinion before I fuck myself or anyone else over.
TLDR; My grandfather (GF), who is not biologically related to me groomed me and sexually assaulted me as a minor (16,17). I am wondering if I should blackmail him for money for college.
Sorry for the formatting. Wrote this on mobile.
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Long story short, my grandfather (GF), who is not biologically related to me groomed me and sexually assaulted me as a minor (16,17). It started with trips to sports games and little gifts (GF is loaded) and escalated to the point where he taught me to drive stick in his Corvette. I loved (and still love) a good ride, so he would let me drive his four-wheelers and motorbikes, often letting me drive so he could sit behind me and caress my legs. It was weird, but I was finally becoming alright with physical touch, something I had been trained out of my childhood, so I guess I thought it was normal. I had an inkling in the back of my mind that it wasn’t okay, but I never acted on it.
It all converged into a final moment I couldn’t ignore. We were on his boat in the middle of a huge lake, and smoking my weed pen, when he grabbed my arms and tried to kiss me. I pulled away and smiled in a very uncomfortable way, because I was terrified of conflict, and hey, maybe that wasn’t what was happening, right? He asked what was wrong and I lied and said I had hit a squirrel on the drive to the lake last time and felt bad. He said he had a secret to tell me, which of course, was that he wanted to kiss me.
It was like a switch flicked and I realized the power I had. I demanded he take me home, and for some reason I got in his car and let him drive me home. Nothing more happened, thank god, but why I let him drive me down twisty and deserted roads high as a kite and obviously sexually attracted to me I still don’t know. He claimed he had never cheated on his wife or ever done something to a child. I don’t know whether I believe the former, but for some reason I believe the latter. He asked me not to tell, and said if I did he would tell that I had been smoking weed and vapes underage.
He drove me to my aunts house, where I proceeded to tell her what had happened. To this day she is the only family member who knows. I asked her not to tell anyone else for a few reasons: 1. My aunt’s husband, my uncle (through law), is one of my favorite people, and GF is his step-father. My uncle recently lost his biological father, and has never quite been the same since. At the time the SA occurred the death was almost brand new, and I couldn’t bear to hurt my uncle like that. I know if I tell him what happened he would take my side, and maybe even kill GF himself, but I can’t do that to him. 2. I wasn’t really sure what had happened, and truth be told, while I know in concept it was an unforgivable thing to do, it wasn’t really that bad. It’s not like I’m traumatized or anything. I just don’t like classic rock now, since that is what we always listened to, but that’s the only real “trauma” that stems from those days. 3. Why ruin his life? Because honestly, why? I have no desire to tear his family apart when he didn’t really do anything that bad. I was basically an adult, and not even remotely blood related to him, so it’s not like he was grooming real children. I hate him, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t harbor the malice needed to enact revenge. Besides, I only see him on thanksgiving and I can ignore him completely besides the required “hello, how are you?” To avoid suspicion. 4. I was in fact smoking and vaping underage with him. 5. I have no desire to go to court, especially since he is rich and connected and I am not. But also that is so much time and effort I don’t have for absolutely no gain except knowing I tore his family apart, which again, I don’t have any desire to do.
The reason I’m making this post is because it’s finally time for me to go to college, and as all college students, I’m poor beyond words. Maybe I’ve been listening to too many villain era songs, but I’m wondering if I should try blackmailing him for money. He’s fucking loaded anyways. I would send a text along the lines of “heyyyy, miss me? I’m about to start college, and I was wondering if you would be able to send a graduation gift since we used to be so close.” Or something like that. Can I pull that off? Do you think he would call my bluff? Is it worth the risks? I just want him to quietly transfer me a few thousand bucks and I want anyone else’s opinion before I fuck myself or anyone else over.
TLDR; My grandfather (GF), who is not biologically related to me groomed me and sexually assaulted me as a minor (16,17). I am wondering if I should blackmail him for money for college.
Sorry for the formatting. Wrote this on mobile.
2023.06.02 09:14 Windsorhelmets The Science Behind Brain Damage and Helmets
Traumatic brain injuries occur when a sudden blow or jolt to the head disrupts the normal functioning of the brain. This can happen in various situations, such as falls, sports-related collisions, or motor vehicle accidents. The consequences of TBIs can range from mild concussions to severe, long-term impairments.Helmets play a vital role in mitigating brain damage by absorbing and redistributing the force of an impact. They act as a protective barrier between the skull and the external environment. Modern helmet designs incorporate multiple layers of materials, such as foam, that are engineered to absorb and dissipate the energy generated during an impact.
To ensure optimal protection, safety helmets must meet specific standards and certifications established by regulatory bodies. These standards dictate the helmet’s ability to withstand impact, penetration, and electrical hazards. Regular inspections and replacements are essential to maintain the helmet’s integrity and effectiveness.
Despite the potential limitations, open face helmets still offer significant protection against skull fractures, abrasions, and other injuries. They are particularly suitable for low-speed urban commuting or situations where facial recognition and communication are crucial. Supplementing the protection of open face helmets with additional safety measures, such as wearing a face shield or goggles, can further reduce the risk of facial and brain injuries.
Legislation also plays a crucial role in promoting helmet usage. Many jurisdictions have enacted laws mandating helmet use in specific activities such as cycling, motorcycling, and certain sports. These laws act as a deterrent and help establish a societal norm of helmet-wearing.
Moreover, healthcare professionals have a responsibility to educate patients about the benefits of helmets and provide guidance on selecting appropriate helmets for their activities. By integrating helmet discussions into routine medical examinations and emphasizing the long-term benefits of brain safety, healthcare providers can influence behavior change.
However, it is crucial to continue advocating for helmet usage and educating others about their importance. Through educational campaigns, legislation, and involvement from organizations, healthcare professionals, and individuals, we can create a culture that prioritizes brain safety. Protecting our brains is not just a personal responsibility but a collective effort to ensure a safer future for everyone. Remember, when it comes to preserving cognitive health, wearing a helmet is a small action that can make a significant difference in preventing life-altering brain injuries. Together, let’s embrace the importance of helmets and work towards a society where brain safety is paramount.
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Safety Helmets: The Guardians of Workplace Safety
In industrial and construction settings, safety helmets are crucial in protecting workers from head injuries. They are designed to withstand impacts from falling objects, collisions with structures, and other occupational hazards. Safety helmets typically feature a hard outer shell made of high-strength materials like polycarbonate or fiberglass, combined with a cushioning liner for impact absorption.To ensure optimal protection, safety helmets must meet specific standards and certifications established by regulatory bodies. These standards dictate the helmet’s ability to withstand impact, penetration, and electrical hazards. Regular inspections and replacements are essential to maintain the helmet’s integrity and effectiveness.
Open Face Helmets: Striking a Balance Between Safety and Comfort
Open face helmets offer a compromise between safety and comfort, particularly in motorcycle riding. They provide head protection while allowing greater visibility and increased airflow compared to full-face helmets. However, they lack the chin protection provided by their counterparts, which raises concerns about their effectiveness in preventing brain injuries.Despite the potential limitations, open face helmets still offer significant protection against skull fractures, abrasions, and other injuries. They are particularly suitable for low-speed urban commuting or situations where facial recognition and communication are crucial. Supplementing the protection of open face helmets with additional safety measures, such as wearing a face shield or goggles, can further reduce the risk of facial and brain injuries.
Education and Advocacy: Promoting Helmet Usage
Encouraging the widespread adoption of helmets requires a multi-faceted approach. Educational campaigns play a vital role in raising awareness about the importance of helmet usage and the potential consequences of neglecting head protection. These initiatives should target various audiences, including children, parents, athletes, and workers.Legislation also plays a crucial role in promoting helmet usage. Many jurisdictions have enacted laws mandating helmet use in specific activities such as cycling, motorcycling, and certain sports. These laws act as a deterrent and help establish a societal norm of helmet-wearing.
Moreover, healthcare professionals have a responsibility to educate patients about the benefits of helmets and provide guidance on selecting appropriate helmets for their activities. By integrating helmet discussions into routine medical examinations and emphasizing the long-term benefits of brain safety, healthcare providers can influence behavior change.
Conclusion
As our understanding of brain injuries deepens, the significance of helmets in preventing brain damage becomes increasingly evident. Safety helmets and open face helmets offer essential protection in various settings, including workplaces and recreational activities. By wearing helmets correctly and selecting the appropriate type for each situation, individuals can significantly reduce the risk of traumatic brain injuries.However, it is crucial to continue advocating for helmet usage and educating others about their importance. Through educational campaigns, legislation, and involvement from organizations, healthcare professionals, and individuals, we can create a culture that prioritizes brain safety. Protecting our brains is not just a personal responsibility but a collective effort to ensure a safer future for everyone. Remember, when it comes to preserving cognitive health, wearing a helmet is a small action that can make a significant difference in preventing life-altering brain injuries. Together, let’s embrace the importance of helmets and work towards a society where brain safety is paramount.
2023.06.02 09:11 antonl99 [Store] Multiple Knives, Gloves & High tiers - BFK Emerald/BlackPearl, M9 Ruby 0.0013, M9 Black Pearl 0.00 2x, Howl FN/MW/FT , #1 Talon Crimson FN,0 AWP Dragon Lore MW , AK Wild Lotus MW, Stiletto Ruby/Pandora Gloves , Vice Gloves MW and MUCH more.
Hi dear friends, everything in my inventory is up for trade and up for sale.
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This list is not always up to date there is more unlisted items in my inventory! feel free to add me to discuss offers. The fastest way to get a response is to send me a direct trade offer through my trade link.
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Every item is up for trade, don't be afraid to send an offer!
Prices on items may fluctuate, don't fully rely on the B/O price.
Name Float Specifics Tradability B/O
★ Butterfly Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FN 0.0378 - Tradable $21000
★ Karambit Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0667 - Tradable $14500
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Ruby) FN 0.0071 - Tradable $13500
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Ruby) FN 0.0013 - Not tradeable $14500
AWP Dragon Lore MW 0.0785 - Tradable $10250
AK-47 Wild Lotus MW 0.1325 - Tradable $10500
M4A4 Howl FN 0.0568 - Tradable $7850
M4A4 Howl FN 0.0628 - Tradable $7850
AWP Dragon Lore FT 0.3701 - Tradable $6950
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Black Pearl) FN 0.0245 - Tradable $7850
Souvenir AK-47 Gold Arabesque MW 0.0947 - Tradable $6150
AK-47 Gold Arabesque FN 0.0069 0.00 Tradable $6351.91
AK-47 Gold Arabesque FN 0.0687 - Tradable $5351.91
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Black Pearl) FN 0.0096 0.00 Tradable $8252.87
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Black Pearl) FN 0.0089 0.00 Tradable $8252.87
★ Sport Gloves Vice MW 0.1499 - Not tradeable $5889.16
★ Sport Gloves Vice MW 0.1258 - Tradable $5889.16
★ Sport Gloves Vice MW 0.1433 BTA Knuckles, very clean Tradable $7189.16
★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0222 - Tradable $5966.35
★ Flip Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0535 - Tradable $5560.84
★ Flip Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0044 - Tradable $5960.84
M4A4 Howl MW 0.0795 - Tradable $5213.81
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box FT 0.3633 - Tradable $5271.48
★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Ruby) FN 0.0330 - Tradable $4857.16
M4A4 Howl FT 0.3227 - Not tradeable $4256.47
★ Butterfly Knife Lore MW 0.1465 - Not tradeable $3838.56
★ Butterfly Knife Lore MW 0.1042 0.10 Tradable $4238.56
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono MW 0.1264 BTA pattern Not tradeable $4622.7
★ Talon Knife Crimson Web FN 0.0603 #1 world Talon FN CW Not tradeable $6500
★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Ruby) MW 0.0745 - Tradable $3794.53
★ Butterfly Knife Fade FN 0.0026 - Tradable $3926.33
★ Butterfly Knife Fade FN 0.0195 80.0% lowest possible Tradable $5426.33
AWP Desert Hydra FN 0.0522 - Not tradeable $3641.45
AWP The Prince FT 0.3428 - Tradable $3627.29
★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Ruby) FN 0.0140 - Tradable $3527.29
★ Butterfly Knife Fade MW 0.0703 - Tradable $3477.14
★ Karambit Lore FN 0.0631 - Tradable $3173.33
M4A1-S Knight FN 0.0076 - Tradable $3852.09
★ Karambit Fade FN 0.0101 - Tradable $2874.21
★ Karambit Fade FN 0.0097 0.00 + 99.9% Fade, one of the best kara fades. Tradable $8000.21
ST ★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0331 - Tradable $2809.08
★ Huntsman Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FN 0.0319 - Tradable $2732.63
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze FT 0.2967 - Tradable $3076.81
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze FT 0.2856 - Tradable $3276.81
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze FT 0.2243 - Tradable $4576.81
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN 0.0355 - Tradable $2435.29
★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade FN 0.0599 - Tradable $2398.48
★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Ruby) FN 0.0277 - Tradable $2322.03
AWP Medusa FT 0.3088 - Tradable $2519.19
Souvenir AK-47 Gold Arabesque BS 0.5971 - Tradable $2237.07
AK-47 Hydroponic FN 0.0381 - Tradable $2229.85
★ Skeleton Knife Fade FN 0.0660 - Not tradeable $2202.38
★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN 0.0373 - Tradable $2109.64
★ Butterfly Knife Lore FT 0.3677 - Tradable $2050.04
★ Bowie Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0323 - Tradable $2045.93
★ Butterfly Knife 0.3833 - Tradable $2017.61
★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FN 0.0213 - Tradable $1966.36
★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FN 0.0175 - Tradable $1966.36
ST ★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN 0.0101 - Tradable $1929.83
MP9 Wild Lily FN 0.0567 - Tradable $2197.26
★ Falchion Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FN 0.0007 - Tradable $1887.78
★ Falchion Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FN 0.0112 - Tradable $1887.78
★ Sport Gloves Omega MW 0.1382 - Tradable $1858.82
★ Sport Gloves Omega MW 0.1311 - Tradable $1858.82
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth FN 0.0073 - Not tradeable $1951.96
M4A1-S Welcome to the Jungle MW 0.1412 - Tradable $1840.63
★ Driver Gloves King Snake MW 0.1444 - Tradable $2139.14
★ Karambit Lore MW 0.0736 - Tradable $2133.76
★ Flip Knife Doppler (Black Pearl) MW 0.0781 - Tradable $2169.84
★ Karambit Marble Fade FN 0.0334 BTA Corner Tradable $1955.61
★ Karambit Doppler (Phase 2) FN 0.0344 - Tradable $1741.52
ST ★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Phase 4) FN 0.0332 - Not tradeable $1727.36
★ M9 Bayonet Crimson Web MW 0.0880 - Tradable $3906.12
★ M9 Bayonet Marble Fade FN 0.0333 - Not tradeable $1697.63
Souvenir AWP Desert Hydra 0.4292 - Not tradeable $1670.73
AK-47 Hydroponic MW 0.0752 - Tradable $1592.85
★ Moto Gloves Spearmint FT 0.2960 - Tradable $1543.23
★ Karambit Crimson Web MW 0.1224 - Not tradeable $1451.27
AK-47 Fire Serpent MW 0.0999 - Tradable $1343.52
AK-47 Fire Serpent MW 0.1411 - Tradable $1343.52
M4A1-S Imminent Danger MW 0.1346 - Tradable $1308.26
★ Karambit BS 0.5547 - Tradable $1295.45
★ Karambit Doppler (Phase 3) FN 0.0064 - Not tradeable $1258.42
★ Karambit Doppler (Phase 3) FN 0.0354 - Tradable $1258.42
★ Karambit Doppler (Phase 1) FN 0.0277 - Not tradeable $1245.96
★ Survival Knife Crimson Web FN 0.0670 - Not tradeable $1234.64
★ Gut Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0232 - Not tradeable $1230.11
★ M9 Bayonet Slaughter FN 0.0335 - Not tradeable $1203.35
★ M9 Bayonet Slaughter FN 0.0699 - Tradable $1203.35
AWP Fade FN 0.0206 - Tradable $1189.33
ST ★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet MW 0.1411 - Tradable $1189.33
AWP Fade FN 0.0333 - Tradable $1189.33
ST ★ Talon Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN 0.0465 - Not tradeable $1118.39
★ Talon Knife Marble Fade FN 0.0402 - Tradable $1113.72
★ Talon Knife Marble Fade FN 0.0355 - Tradable $1113.72
★ Talon Knife Marble Fade FN 0.0338 - Tradable $1113.72
ST ★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel MW 0.0811 - Tradable $1068.27
★ Karambit Slaughter MW 0.1166 - Tradable $1054.82
★ Navaja Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0387 - Not tradeable $1040.52
★ Shadow Daggers Doppler (Ruby) FN 0.0081 - Tradable $996.63
★ Stiletto Knife Fade FN 0.0090 - Tradable $990.97
★ Specialist Gloves Field Agent MW 0.1271 - Tradable $989.55
★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel MW 0.0888 - Not tradeable $987.57
★ Talon Knife Doppler (Phase 1) FN 0.0346 - Not tradeable $984.03
★ Karambit Case Hardened MW 0.0883 - Not tradeable $955.71
ST ★ Bayonet Lore MW 0.0804 - Tradable $906.01
AK-47 Fire Serpent FT 0.2272 - Tradable $900.49
★ Bayonet Marble Fade FN 0.0320 - Tradable $890.51
★ Talon Knife Tiger Tooth FN 0.0556 - Tradable $822.62
ST ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth MW 0.0716 - Tradable $821.2
ST AK-47 Vulcan MW 0.0981 4x Kato 15 Navi Holo Tradable $2816.96
★ Karambit Blue Steel MW 0.1493 - Tradable $799.97
★ Sport Gloves Vice BS 0.7893 - Tradable $792.88
ST ★ Classic Knife Fade FN 0.0592 - Tradable $786.44
Desert Eagle Blaze FN 0.0085 - Tradable $780.43
Desert Eagle Blaze FN 0.0260 - Tradable $780.43
Desert Eagle Blaze FN 0.0044 - Tradable $780.43
Desert Eagle Blaze FN 0.0078 - Tradable $780.43
Desert Eagle Blaze FN 0.0313 - Tradable $780.43
★ M9 Bayonet Bright Water FN 0.0322 - Tradable $745.46
★ Karambit Blue Steel FT 0.1713 - Tradable $736.25
ST ★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN 0.0464 - Tradable $734.84
★ Bayonet Autotronic MW 0.1111 - Tradable $729.31
★ Sport Gloves Omega FT 0.3725 - Not tradeable $714.87
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh MW 0.1074 - Tradable $707.86
★ Butterfly Knife Forest DDPAT MW 0.1363 - Tradable $700.78
★ Flip Knife Marble Fade FN 0.0299 - Not tradeable $687.48
★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 1) FN 0.0165 - Tradable $683.58
★ Stiletto Knife Marble Fade FN 0.0072 - Tradable $676.64
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze BS 0.5675 - Not tradeable $672.11
★ Driver Gloves Snow Leopard FT 0.2092 - Tradable $658.24
★ Stiletto Knife Marble Fade MW 0.0789 - Tradable $651.16
★ Survival Knife Fade FN 0.0102 - Not tradeable $647.55
★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Phase 3) FN 0.0091 - Tradable $622.98
★ Butterfly Knife Urban Masked 0.3844 - Tradable $608.82
★ Butterfly Knife Scorched FT 0.3489 - Tradable $603.16
★ Stiletto Knife Tiger Tooth FN 0.0116 - Not tradeable $591.69
★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN 0.0328 - Tradable $590.35
★ Huntsman Knife Fade FN 0.0078 - Not tradeable $576.26
★ Flip Knife Tiger Tooth FN 0.0359 - Tradable $572.58
★ Moto Gloves Smoke Out MW 0.1324 - Tradable $559.13
★ Specialist Gloves Emerald Web 0.4355 - Tradable $528.81
★ Paracord Knife Crimson Web MW 0.1324 - Tradable $506.87
Desert Eagle Fennec Fox FN 0.0694 - Tradable $494.14
★ Hand Wraps Cobalt Skulls FT 0.3506 - Tradable $474.88
AK-47 Vulcan MW 0.1165 - Tradable $470.07
★ Huntsman Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 3) FN 0.0244 - Not tradeable $464.7
ST ★ Falchion Knife Doppler (Phase 4) FN 0.0353 - Tradable $431.56
★ M9 Bayonet Urban Masked FT 0.2890 - Tradable $423.68
★ M9 Bayonet Forest DDPAT 0.3855 - Tradable $421.93
★ Paracord Knife Slaughter FN 0.0137 - Tradable $416.97
M4A4 Temukau FN 0.0140 - Tradable $399.28
★ Survival Knife Slaughter FN 0.0615 - Not tradeable $377.97
★ Bayonet Blue Steel MW 0.0877 - Tradable $372.23
★ Specialist Gloves Field Agent FT 0.2862 - Tradable $368.13
Desert Eagle Hand Cannon FN 0.0331 - Tradable $368.12
★ Skeleton Knife Night Stripe BS 0.5431 - Tradable $366.69
★ Flip Knife Autotronic FT 0.2108 - Not tradeable $356.94
Desert Eagle Fennec Fox MW 0.0884 - Tradable $356.8
★ Nomad Knife Case Hardened FT 0.1803 - Tradable $356.49
ST ★ Bowie Knife Lore MW 0.1062 - Tradable $353.75
★ Bayonet Ultraviolet MW 0.0939 - Tradable $352.53
★ Talon Knife Ultraviolet FT 0.1823 - Tradable $348.3
★ Sport Gloves Bronze Morph MW 0.1045 - Tradable $347.74
★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid FT 0.2631 - Not tradeable $345.4
★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid FT 0.2584 - Tradable $345.4
M4A4 The Coalition FN 0.0681 - Tradable $344.05
ST ★ Flip Knife Crimson Web FT 0.3589 - Not tradeable $339.66
ST AK-47 The Empress FN 0.0689 - Tradable $328.2
AWP Oni Taiji FT 0.2085 - Tradable $325.58
AWP Oni Taiji FT 0.1786 - Tradable $325.58
AWP Silk Tiger FN 0.0429 - Not tradeable $320.69
AWP Silk Tiger FN 0.0401 - Tradable $320.69
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh FT 0.2615 - Tradable $310
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh FT 0.3778 - Tradable $310
★ Sport Gloves Nocts FT 0.2275 - Tradable $308.45
★ Falchion Knife Tiger Tooth FN 0.0591 - Tradable $301.37
★ Paracord Knife Crimson Web FT 0.2136 - Tradable $286
★ Flip Knife Black Laminate FT 0.1931 - Not tradeable $282.47
Glock-18 Twilight Galaxy FN 0.0069 - Tradable $269.02
★ Flip Knife Black Laminate BS 0.8311 - Not tradeable $263.14
★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! FT 0.3525 - Not tradeable $261.78
AK-47 Fuel Injector MW 0.0954 - Tradable $261.16
★ Nomad Knife Stained 0.3913 - Tradable $254.86
M4A1-S Printstream MW 0.1048 - Not tradeable $246.99
AK-47 Vulcan FT 0.2007 - Tradable $237.72
★ Specialist Gloves Mogul FT 0.1817 - Tradable $235.95
★ Specialist Gloves Forest DDPAT MW 0.1365 - Tradable $230.57
Glock-18 Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FT 0.2246 - Tradable $226.54
AK-47 Case Hardened FT 0.2186 - Tradable $209.12
★ Moto Gloves Smoke Out FT 0.2946 - Tradable $207.35
\- Steam Profile : https://steamcommunity.com/id/antonbeast
Trade offer : https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffenew/?partner=61414315&token=WGyxdHWU
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I also buy/sell skins via Crypto.
(This List only contain items above $100 I have a lot more items in my inventory, check that out on my profile)
This list is not always up to date there is more unlisted items in my inventory! feel free to add me to discuss offers. The fastest way to get a response is to send me a direct trade offer through my trade link.
Guidelines to communicate with me : be informative on what you're interested in and if you wish to buy with cash/crypto or trade.
My discord : ¡Antonbeast Buying/Trading Skins#9260
Links to my profile / trade offer
Steam Profile : https://steamcommunity.com/id/antonbeast
Trade offer : https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffenew/?partner=61414315&token=WGyxdHWU
Every item is up for trade, don't be afraid to send an offer!
Prices on items may fluctuate, don't fully rely on the B/O price.
Name Float Specifics Tradability B/O
★ Butterfly Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FN 0.0378 - Tradable $21000
★ Karambit Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0667 - Tradable $14500
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Ruby) FN 0.0071 - Tradable $13500
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Ruby) FN 0.0013 - Not tradeable $14500
AWP Dragon Lore MW 0.0785 - Tradable $10250
AK-47 Wild Lotus MW 0.1325 - Tradable $10500
M4A4 Howl FN 0.0568 - Tradable $7850
M4A4 Howl FN 0.0628 - Tradable $7850
AWP Dragon Lore FT 0.3701 - Tradable $6950
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Black Pearl) FN 0.0245 - Tradable $7850
Souvenir AK-47 Gold Arabesque MW 0.0947 - Tradable $6150
AK-47 Gold Arabesque FN 0.0069 0.00 Tradable $6351.91
AK-47 Gold Arabesque FN 0.0687 - Tradable $5351.91
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Black Pearl) FN 0.0096 0.00 Tradable $8252.87
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Black Pearl) FN 0.0089 0.00 Tradable $8252.87
★ Sport Gloves Vice MW 0.1499 - Not tradeable $5889.16
★ Sport Gloves Vice MW 0.1258 - Tradable $5889.16
★ Sport Gloves Vice MW 0.1433 BTA Knuckles, very clean Tradable $7189.16
★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0222 - Tradable $5966.35
★ Flip Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0535 - Tradable $5560.84
★ Flip Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0044 - Tradable $5960.84
M4A4 Howl MW 0.0795 - Tradable $5213.81
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box FT 0.3633 - Tradable $5271.48
★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Ruby) FN 0.0330 - Tradable $4857.16
M4A4 Howl FT 0.3227 - Not tradeable $4256.47
★ Butterfly Knife Lore MW 0.1465 - Not tradeable $3838.56
★ Butterfly Knife Lore MW 0.1042 0.10 Tradable $4238.56
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono MW 0.1264 BTA pattern Not tradeable $4622.7
★ Talon Knife Crimson Web FN 0.0603 #1 world Talon FN CW Not tradeable $6500
★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Ruby) MW 0.0745 - Tradable $3794.53
★ Butterfly Knife Fade FN 0.0026 - Tradable $3926.33
★ Butterfly Knife Fade FN 0.0195 80.0% lowest possible Tradable $5426.33
AWP Desert Hydra FN 0.0522 - Not tradeable $3641.45
AWP The Prince FT 0.3428 - Tradable $3627.29
★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Ruby) FN 0.0140 - Tradable $3527.29
★ Butterfly Knife Fade MW 0.0703 - Tradable $3477.14
★ Karambit Lore FN 0.0631 - Tradable $3173.33
M4A1-S Knight FN 0.0076 - Tradable $3852.09
★ Karambit Fade FN 0.0101 - Tradable $2874.21
★ Karambit Fade FN 0.0097 0.00 + 99.9% Fade, one of the best kara fades. Tradable $8000.21
ST ★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0331 - Tradable $2809.08
★ Huntsman Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FN 0.0319 - Tradable $2732.63
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze FT 0.2967 - Tradable $3076.81
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze FT 0.2856 - Tradable $3276.81
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze FT 0.2243 - Tradable $4576.81
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN 0.0355 - Tradable $2435.29
★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade FN 0.0599 - Tradable $2398.48
★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Ruby) FN 0.0277 - Tradable $2322.03
AWP Medusa FT 0.3088 - Tradable $2519.19
Souvenir AK-47 Gold Arabesque BS 0.5971 - Tradable $2237.07
AK-47 Hydroponic FN 0.0381 - Tradable $2229.85
★ Skeleton Knife Fade FN 0.0660 - Not tradeable $2202.38
★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN 0.0373 - Tradable $2109.64
★ Butterfly Knife Lore FT 0.3677 - Tradable $2050.04
★ Bowie Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0323 - Tradable $2045.93
★ Butterfly Knife 0.3833 - Tradable $2017.61
★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FN 0.0213 - Tradable $1966.36
★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FN 0.0175 - Tradable $1966.36
ST ★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN 0.0101 - Tradable $1929.83
MP9 Wild Lily FN 0.0567 - Tradable $2197.26
★ Falchion Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FN 0.0007 - Tradable $1887.78
★ Falchion Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FN 0.0112 - Tradable $1887.78
★ Sport Gloves Omega MW 0.1382 - Tradable $1858.82
★ Sport Gloves Omega MW 0.1311 - Tradable $1858.82
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth FN 0.0073 - Not tradeable $1951.96
M4A1-S Welcome to the Jungle MW 0.1412 - Tradable $1840.63
★ Driver Gloves King Snake MW 0.1444 - Tradable $2139.14
★ Karambit Lore MW 0.0736 - Tradable $2133.76
★ Flip Knife Doppler (Black Pearl) MW 0.0781 - Tradable $2169.84
★ Karambit Marble Fade FN 0.0334 BTA Corner Tradable $1955.61
★ Karambit Doppler (Phase 2) FN 0.0344 - Tradable $1741.52
ST ★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Phase 4) FN 0.0332 - Not tradeable $1727.36
★ M9 Bayonet Crimson Web MW 0.0880 - Tradable $3906.12
★ M9 Bayonet Marble Fade FN 0.0333 - Not tradeable $1697.63
Souvenir AWP Desert Hydra 0.4292 - Not tradeable $1670.73
AK-47 Hydroponic MW 0.0752 - Tradable $1592.85
★ Moto Gloves Spearmint FT 0.2960 - Tradable $1543.23
★ Karambit Crimson Web MW 0.1224 - Not tradeable $1451.27
AK-47 Fire Serpent MW 0.0999 - Tradable $1343.52
AK-47 Fire Serpent MW 0.1411 - Tradable $1343.52
M4A1-S Imminent Danger MW 0.1346 - Tradable $1308.26
★ Karambit BS 0.5547 - Tradable $1295.45
★ Karambit Doppler (Phase 3) FN 0.0064 - Not tradeable $1258.42
★ Karambit Doppler (Phase 3) FN 0.0354 - Tradable $1258.42
★ Karambit Doppler (Phase 1) FN 0.0277 - Not tradeable $1245.96
★ Survival Knife Crimson Web FN 0.0670 - Not tradeable $1234.64
★ Gut Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0232 - Not tradeable $1230.11
★ M9 Bayonet Slaughter FN 0.0335 - Not tradeable $1203.35
★ M9 Bayonet Slaughter FN 0.0699 - Tradable $1203.35
AWP Fade FN 0.0206 - Tradable $1189.33
ST ★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet MW 0.1411 - Tradable $1189.33
AWP Fade FN 0.0333 - Tradable $1189.33
ST ★ Talon Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN 0.0465 - Not tradeable $1118.39
★ Talon Knife Marble Fade FN 0.0402 - Tradable $1113.72
★ Talon Knife Marble Fade FN 0.0355 - Tradable $1113.72
★ Talon Knife Marble Fade FN 0.0338 - Tradable $1113.72
ST ★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel MW 0.0811 - Tradable $1068.27
★ Karambit Slaughter MW 0.1166 - Tradable $1054.82
★ Navaja Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0387 - Not tradeable $1040.52
★ Shadow Daggers Doppler (Ruby) FN 0.0081 - Tradable $996.63
★ Stiletto Knife Fade FN 0.0090 - Tradable $990.97
★ Specialist Gloves Field Agent MW 0.1271 - Tradable $989.55
★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel MW 0.0888 - Not tradeable $987.57
★ Talon Knife Doppler (Phase 1) FN 0.0346 - Not tradeable $984.03
★ Karambit Case Hardened MW 0.0883 - Not tradeable $955.71
ST ★ Bayonet Lore MW 0.0804 - Tradable $906.01
AK-47 Fire Serpent FT 0.2272 - Tradable $900.49
★ Bayonet Marble Fade FN 0.0320 - Tradable $890.51
★ Talon Knife Tiger Tooth FN 0.0556 - Tradable $822.62
ST ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth MW 0.0716 - Tradable $821.2
ST AK-47 Vulcan MW 0.0981 4x Kato 15 Navi Holo Tradable $2816.96
★ Karambit Blue Steel MW 0.1493 - Tradable $799.97
★ Sport Gloves Vice BS 0.7893 - Tradable $792.88
ST ★ Classic Knife Fade FN 0.0592 - Tradable $786.44
Desert Eagle Blaze FN 0.0085 - Tradable $780.43
Desert Eagle Blaze FN 0.0260 - Tradable $780.43
Desert Eagle Blaze FN 0.0044 - Tradable $780.43
Desert Eagle Blaze FN 0.0078 - Tradable $780.43
Desert Eagle Blaze FN 0.0313 - Tradable $780.43
★ M9 Bayonet Bright Water FN 0.0322 - Tradable $745.46
★ Karambit Blue Steel FT 0.1713 - Tradable $736.25
ST ★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN 0.0464 - Tradable $734.84
★ Bayonet Autotronic MW 0.1111 - Tradable $729.31
★ Sport Gloves Omega FT 0.3725 - Not tradeable $714.87
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh MW 0.1074 - Tradable $707.86
★ Butterfly Knife Forest DDPAT MW 0.1363 - Tradable $700.78
★ Flip Knife Marble Fade FN 0.0299 - Not tradeable $687.48
★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 1) FN 0.0165 - Tradable $683.58
★ Stiletto Knife Marble Fade FN 0.0072 - Tradable $676.64
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze BS 0.5675 - Not tradeable $672.11
★ Driver Gloves Snow Leopard FT 0.2092 - Tradable $658.24
★ Stiletto Knife Marble Fade MW 0.0789 - Tradable $651.16
★ Survival Knife Fade FN 0.0102 - Not tradeable $647.55
★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Phase 3) FN 0.0091 - Tradable $622.98
★ Butterfly Knife Urban Masked 0.3844 - Tradable $608.82
★ Butterfly Knife Scorched FT 0.3489 - Tradable $603.16
★ Stiletto Knife Tiger Tooth FN 0.0116 - Not tradeable $591.69
★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN 0.0328 - Tradable $590.35
★ Huntsman Knife Fade FN 0.0078 - Not tradeable $576.26
★ Flip Knife Tiger Tooth FN 0.0359 - Tradable $572.58
★ Moto Gloves Smoke Out MW 0.1324 - Tradable $559.13
★ Specialist Gloves Emerald Web 0.4355 - Tradable $528.81
★ Paracord Knife Crimson Web MW 0.1324 - Tradable $506.87
Desert Eagle Fennec Fox FN 0.0694 - Tradable $494.14
★ Hand Wraps Cobalt Skulls FT 0.3506 - Tradable $474.88
AK-47 Vulcan MW 0.1165 - Tradable $470.07
★ Huntsman Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 3) FN 0.0244 - Not tradeable $464.7
ST ★ Falchion Knife Doppler (Phase 4) FN 0.0353 - Tradable $431.56
★ M9 Bayonet Urban Masked FT 0.2890 - Tradable $423.68
★ M9 Bayonet Forest DDPAT 0.3855 - Tradable $421.93
★ Paracord Knife Slaughter FN 0.0137 - Tradable $416.97
M4A4 Temukau FN 0.0140 - Tradable $399.28
★ Survival Knife Slaughter FN 0.0615 - Not tradeable $377.97
★ Bayonet Blue Steel MW 0.0877 - Tradable $372.23
★ Specialist Gloves Field Agent FT 0.2862 - Tradable $368.13
Desert Eagle Hand Cannon FN 0.0331 - Tradable $368.12
★ Skeleton Knife Night Stripe BS 0.5431 - Tradable $366.69
★ Flip Knife Autotronic FT 0.2108 - Not tradeable $356.94
Desert Eagle Fennec Fox MW 0.0884 - Tradable $356.8
★ Nomad Knife Case Hardened FT 0.1803 - Tradable $356.49
ST ★ Bowie Knife Lore MW 0.1062 - Tradable $353.75
★ Bayonet Ultraviolet MW 0.0939 - Tradable $352.53
★ Talon Knife Ultraviolet FT 0.1823 - Tradable $348.3
★ Sport Gloves Bronze Morph MW 0.1045 - Tradable $347.74
★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid FT 0.2631 - Not tradeable $345.4
★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid FT 0.2584 - Tradable $345.4
M4A4 The Coalition FN 0.0681 - Tradable $344.05
ST ★ Flip Knife Crimson Web FT 0.3589 - Not tradeable $339.66
ST AK-47 The Empress FN 0.0689 - Tradable $328.2
AWP Oni Taiji FT 0.2085 - Tradable $325.58
AWP Oni Taiji FT 0.1786 - Tradable $325.58
AWP Silk Tiger FN 0.0429 - Not tradeable $320.69
AWP Silk Tiger FN 0.0401 - Tradable $320.69
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh FT 0.2615 - Tradable $310
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh FT 0.3778 - Tradable $310
★ Sport Gloves Nocts FT 0.2275 - Tradable $308.45
★ Falchion Knife Tiger Tooth FN 0.0591 - Tradable $301.37
★ Paracord Knife Crimson Web FT 0.2136 - Tradable $286
★ Flip Knife Black Laminate FT 0.1931 - Not tradeable $282.47
Glock-18 Twilight Galaxy FN 0.0069 - Tradable $269.02
★ Flip Knife Black Laminate BS 0.8311 - Not tradeable $263.14
★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! FT 0.3525 - Not tradeable $261.78
AK-47 Fuel Injector MW 0.0954 - Tradable $261.16
★ Nomad Knife Stained 0.3913 - Tradable $254.86
M4A1-S Printstream MW 0.1048 - Not tradeable $246.99
AK-47 Vulcan FT 0.2007 - Tradable $237.72
★ Specialist Gloves Mogul FT 0.1817 - Tradable $235.95
★ Specialist Gloves Forest DDPAT MW 0.1365 - Tradable $230.57
Glock-18 Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FT 0.2246 - Tradable $226.54
AK-47 Case Hardened FT 0.2186 - Tradable $209.12
★ Moto Gloves Smoke Out FT 0.2946 - Tradable $207.35
\- Steam Profile : https://steamcommunity.com/id/antonbeast
Trade offer : https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffenew/?partner=61414315&token=WGyxdHWU
2023.06.02 09:11 antonl99 [Store] Multiple Knives, Gloves & High tiers - BFK Emerald/BlackPearl, M9 Ruby 0.0013, M9 Black Pearl 0.00 2x, Howl FN/MW/FT , #1 Talon Crimson FN,0 AWP Dragon Lore MW , AK Wild Lotus MW, Stiletto Ruby/Pandora Gloves , Vice Gloves MW and MUCH more.
Hi dear friends, everything in my inventory is up for trade and up for sale.
I also buy/sell skins via Crypto.
(This List only contain items above $100 I have a lot more items in my inventory, check that out on my profile)
This list is not always up to date there is more unlisted items in my inventory! feel free to add me to discuss offers. The fastest way to get a response is to send me a direct trade offer through my trade link.
Guidelines to communicate with me : be informative on what you're interested in and if you wish to buy with cash/crypto or trade.
My discord : ¡Antonbeast Buying/Trading Skins#9260
Links to my profile / trade offer
Steam Profile : https://steamcommunity.com/id/antonbeast
Trade offer : https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffenew/?partner=61414315&token=WGyxdHWU
Every item is up for trade, don't be afraid to send an offer!
Prices on items may fluctuate, don't fully rely on the B/O price.
Name Float Specifics Tradability B/O
★ Butterfly Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FN 0.0378 - Tradable $21000
★ Karambit Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0667 - Tradable $14500
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Ruby) FN 0.0071 - Tradable $13500
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Ruby) FN 0.0013 - Not tradeable $14500
AWP Dragon Lore MW 0.0785 - Tradable $10250
AK-47 Wild Lotus MW 0.1325 - Tradable $10500
M4A4 Howl FN 0.0568 - Tradable $7850
M4A4 Howl FN 0.0628 - Tradable $7850
AWP Dragon Lore FT 0.3701 - Tradable $6950
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Black Pearl) FN 0.0245 - Tradable $7850
Souvenir AK-47 Gold Arabesque MW 0.0947 - Tradable $6150
AK-47 Gold Arabesque FN 0.0069 0.00 Tradable $6351.91
AK-47 Gold Arabesque FN 0.0687 - Tradable $5351.91
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Black Pearl) FN 0.0096 0.00 Tradable $8252.87
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Black Pearl) FN 0.0089 0.00 Tradable $8252.87
★ Sport Gloves Vice MW 0.1499 - Not tradeable $5889.16
★ Sport Gloves Vice MW 0.1258 - Tradable $5889.16
★ Sport Gloves Vice MW 0.1433 BTA Knuckles, very clean Tradable $7189.16
★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0222 - Tradable $5966.35
★ Flip Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0535 - Tradable $5560.84
★ Flip Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0044 - Tradable $5960.84
M4A4 Howl MW 0.0795 - Tradable $5213.81
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box FT 0.3633 - Tradable $5271.48
★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Ruby) FN 0.0330 - Tradable $4857.16
M4A4 Howl FT 0.3227 - Not tradeable $4256.47
★ Butterfly Knife Lore MW 0.1465 - Not tradeable $3838.56
★ Butterfly Knife Lore MW 0.1042 0.10 Tradable $4238.56
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono MW 0.1264 BTA pattern Not tradeable $4622.7
★ Talon Knife Crimson Web FN 0.0603 #1 world Talon FN CW Not tradeable $6500
★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Ruby) MW 0.0745 - Tradable $3794.53
★ Butterfly Knife Fade FN 0.0026 - Tradable $3926.33
★ Butterfly Knife Fade FN 0.0195 80.0% lowest possible Tradable $5426.33
AWP Desert Hydra FN 0.0522 - Not tradeable $3641.45
AWP The Prince FT 0.3428 - Tradable $3627.29
★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Ruby) FN 0.0140 - Tradable $3527.29
★ Butterfly Knife Fade MW 0.0703 - Tradable $3477.14
★ Karambit Lore FN 0.0631 - Tradable $3173.33
M4A1-S Knight FN 0.0076 - Tradable $3852.09
★ Karambit Fade FN 0.0101 - Tradable $2874.21
★ Karambit Fade FN 0.0097 0.00 + 99.9% Fade, one of the best kara fades. Tradable $8000.21
ST ★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0331 - Tradable $2809.08
★ Huntsman Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FN 0.0319 - Tradable $2732.63
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze FT 0.2967 - Tradable $3076.81
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze FT 0.2856 - Tradable $3276.81
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze FT 0.2243 - Tradable $4576.81
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN 0.0355 - Tradable $2435.29
★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade FN 0.0599 - Tradable $2398.48
★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Ruby) FN 0.0277 - Tradable $2322.03
AWP Medusa FT 0.3088 - Tradable $2519.19
Souvenir AK-47 Gold Arabesque BS 0.5971 - Tradable $2237.07
AK-47 Hydroponic FN 0.0381 - Tradable $2229.85
★ Skeleton Knife Fade FN 0.0660 - Not tradeable $2202.38
★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN 0.0373 - Tradable $2109.64
★ Butterfly Knife Lore FT 0.3677 - Tradable $2050.04
★ Bowie Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0323 - Tradable $2045.93
★ Butterfly Knife 0.3833 - Tradable $2017.61
★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FN 0.0213 - Tradable $1966.36
★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FN 0.0175 - Tradable $1966.36
ST ★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN 0.0101 - Tradable $1929.83
MP9 Wild Lily FN 0.0567 - Tradable $2197.26
★ Falchion Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FN 0.0007 - Tradable $1887.78
★ Falchion Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FN 0.0112 - Tradable $1887.78
★ Sport Gloves Omega MW 0.1382 - Tradable $1858.82
★ Sport Gloves Omega MW 0.1311 - Tradable $1858.82
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth FN 0.0073 - Not tradeable $1951.96
M4A1-S Welcome to the Jungle MW 0.1412 - Tradable $1840.63
★ Driver Gloves King Snake MW 0.1444 - Tradable $2139.14
★ Karambit Lore MW 0.0736 - Tradable $2133.76
★ Flip Knife Doppler (Black Pearl) MW 0.0781 - Tradable $2169.84
★ Karambit Marble Fade FN 0.0334 BTA Corner Tradable $1955.61
★ Karambit Doppler (Phase 2) FN 0.0344 - Tradable $1741.52
ST ★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Phase 4) FN 0.0332 - Not tradeable $1727.36
★ M9 Bayonet Crimson Web MW 0.0880 - Tradable $3906.12
★ M9 Bayonet Marble Fade FN 0.0333 - Not tradeable $1697.63
Souvenir AWP Desert Hydra 0.4292 - Not tradeable $1670.73
AK-47 Hydroponic MW 0.0752 - Tradable $1592.85
★ Moto Gloves Spearmint FT 0.2960 - Tradable $1543.23
★ Karambit Crimson Web MW 0.1224 - Not tradeable $1451.27
AK-47 Fire Serpent MW 0.0999 - Tradable $1343.52
AK-47 Fire Serpent MW 0.1411 - Tradable $1343.52
M4A1-S Imminent Danger MW 0.1346 - Tradable $1308.26
★ Karambit BS 0.5547 - Tradable $1295.45
★ Karambit Doppler (Phase 3) FN 0.0064 - Not tradeable $1258.42
★ Karambit Doppler (Phase 3) FN 0.0354 - Tradable $1258.42
★ Karambit Doppler (Phase 1) FN 0.0277 - Not tradeable $1245.96
★ Survival Knife Crimson Web FN 0.0670 - Not tradeable $1234.64
★ Gut Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0232 - Not tradeable $1230.11
★ M9 Bayonet Slaughter FN 0.0335 - Not tradeable $1203.35
★ M9 Bayonet Slaughter FN 0.0699 - Tradable $1203.35
AWP Fade FN 0.0206 - Tradable $1189.33
ST ★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet MW 0.1411 - Tradable $1189.33
AWP Fade FN 0.0333 - Tradable $1189.33
ST ★ Talon Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN 0.0465 - Not tradeable $1118.39
★ Talon Knife Marble Fade FN 0.0402 - Tradable $1113.72
★ Talon Knife Marble Fade FN 0.0355 - Tradable $1113.72
★ Talon Knife Marble Fade FN 0.0338 - Tradable $1113.72
ST ★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel MW 0.0811 - Tradable $1068.27
★ Karambit Slaughter MW 0.1166 - Tradable $1054.82
★ Navaja Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0387 - Not tradeable $1040.52
★ Shadow Daggers Doppler (Ruby) FN 0.0081 - Tradable $996.63
★ Stiletto Knife Fade FN 0.0090 - Tradable $990.97
★ Specialist Gloves Field Agent MW 0.1271 - Tradable $989.55
★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel MW 0.0888 - Not tradeable $987.57
★ Talon Knife Doppler (Phase 1) FN 0.0346 - Not tradeable $984.03
★ Karambit Case Hardened MW 0.0883 - Not tradeable $955.71
ST ★ Bayonet Lore MW 0.0804 - Tradable $906.01
AK-47 Fire Serpent FT 0.2272 - Tradable $900.49
★ Bayonet Marble Fade FN 0.0320 - Tradable $890.51
★ Talon Knife Tiger Tooth FN 0.0556 - Tradable $822.62
ST ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth MW 0.0716 - Tradable $821.2
ST AK-47 Vulcan MW 0.0981 4x Kato 15 Navi Holo Tradable $2816.96
★ Karambit Blue Steel MW 0.1493 - Tradable $799.97
★ Sport Gloves Vice BS 0.7893 - Tradable $792.88
ST ★ Classic Knife Fade FN 0.0592 - Tradable $786.44
Desert Eagle Blaze FN 0.0085 - Tradable $780.43
Desert Eagle Blaze FN 0.0260 - Tradable $780.43
Desert Eagle Blaze FN 0.0044 - Tradable $780.43
Desert Eagle Blaze FN 0.0078 - Tradable $780.43
Desert Eagle Blaze FN 0.0313 - Tradable $780.43
★ M9 Bayonet Bright Water FN 0.0322 - Tradable $745.46
★ Karambit Blue Steel FT 0.1713 - Tradable $736.25
ST ★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN 0.0464 - Tradable $734.84
★ Bayonet Autotronic MW 0.1111 - Tradable $729.31
★ Sport Gloves Omega FT 0.3725 - Not tradeable $714.87
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh MW 0.1074 - Tradable $707.86
★ Butterfly Knife Forest DDPAT MW 0.1363 - Tradable $700.78
★ Flip Knife Marble Fade FN 0.0299 - Not tradeable $687.48
★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 1) FN 0.0165 - Tradable $683.58
★ Stiletto Knife Marble Fade FN 0.0072 - Tradable $676.64
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze BS 0.5675 - Not tradeable $672.11
★ Driver Gloves Snow Leopard FT 0.2092 - Tradable $658.24
★ Stiletto Knife Marble Fade MW 0.0789 - Tradable $651.16
★ Survival Knife Fade FN 0.0102 - Not tradeable $647.55
★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Phase 3) FN 0.0091 - Tradable $622.98
★ Butterfly Knife Urban Masked 0.3844 - Tradable $608.82
★ Butterfly Knife Scorched FT 0.3489 - Tradable $603.16
★ Stiletto Knife Tiger Tooth FN 0.0116 - Not tradeable $591.69
★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN 0.0328 - Tradable $590.35
★ Huntsman Knife Fade FN 0.0078 - Not tradeable $576.26
★ Flip Knife Tiger Tooth FN 0.0359 - Tradable $572.58
★ Moto Gloves Smoke Out MW 0.1324 - Tradable $559.13
★ Specialist Gloves Emerald Web 0.4355 - Tradable $528.81
★ Paracord Knife Crimson Web MW 0.1324 - Tradable $506.87
Desert Eagle Fennec Fox FN 0.0694 - Tradable $494.14
★ Hand Wraps Cobalt Skulls FT 0.3506 - Tradable $474.88
AK-47 Vulcan MW 0.1165 - Tradable $470.07
★ Huntsman Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 3) FN 0.0244 - Not tradeable $464.7
ST ★ Falchion Knife Doppler (Phase 4) FN 0.0353 - Tradable $431.56
★ M9 Bayonet Urban Masked FT 0.2890 - Tradable $423.68
★ M9 Bayonet Forest DDPAT 0.3855 - Tradable $421.93
★ Paracord Knife Slaughter FN 0.0137 - Tradable $416.97
M4A4 Temukau FN 0.0140 - Tradable $399.28
★ Survival Knife Slaughter FN 0.0615 - Not tradeable $377.97
★ Bayonet Blue Steel MW 0.0877 - Tradable $372.23
★ Specialist Gloves Field Agent FT 0.2862 - Tradable $368.13
Desert Eagle Hand Cannon FN 0.0331 - Tradable $368.12
★ Skeleton Knife Night Stripe BS 0.5431 - Tradable $366.69
★ Flip Knife Autotronic FT 0.2108 - Not tradeable $356.94
Desert Eagle Fennec Fox MW 0.0884 - Tradable $356.8
★ Nomad Knife Case Hardened FT 0.1803 - Tradable $356.49
ST ★ Bowie Knife Lore MW 0.1062 - Tradable $353.75
★ Bayonet Ultraviolet MW 0.0939 - Tradable $352.53
★ Talon Knife Ultraviolet FT 0.1823 - Tradable $348.3
★ Sport Gloves Bronze Morph MW 0.1045 - Tradable $347.74
★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid FT 0.2631 - Not tradeable $345.4
★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid FT 0.2584 - Tradable $345.4
M4A4 The Coalition FN 0.0681 - Tradable $344.05
ST ★ Flip Knife Crimson Web FT 0.3589 - Not tradeable $339.66
ST AK-47 The Empress FN 0.0689 - Tradable $328.2
AWP Oni Taiji FT 0.2085 - Tradable $325.58
AWP Oni Taiji FT 0.1786 - Tradable $325.58
AWP Silk Tiger FN 0.0429 - Not tradeable $320.69
AWP Silk Tiger FN 0.0401 - Tradable $320.69
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh FT 0.2615 - Tradable $310
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh FT 0.3778 - Tradable $310
★ Sport Gloves Nocts FT 0.2275 - Tradable $308.45
★ Falchion Knife Tiger Tooth FN 0.0591 - Tradable $301.37
★ Paracord Knife Crimson Web FT 0.2136 - Tradable $286
★ Flip Knife Black Laminate FT 0.1931 - Not tradeable $282.47
Glock-18 Twilight Galaxy FN 0.0069 - Tradable $269.02
★ Flip Knife Black Laminate BS 0.8311 - Not tradeable $263.14
★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! FT 0.3525 - Not tradeable $261.78
AK-47 Fuel Injector MW 0.0954 - Tradable $261.16
★ Nomad Knife Stained 0.3913 - Tradable $254.86
M4A1-S Printstream MW 0.1048 - Not tradeable $246.99
AK-47 Vulcan FT 0.2007 - Tradable $237.72
★ Specialist Gloves Mogul FT 0.1817 - Tradable $235.95
★ Specialist Gloves Forest DDPAT MW 0.1365 - Tradable $230.57
Glock-18 Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FT 0.2246 - Tradable $226.54
AK-47 Case Hardened FT 0.2186 - Tradable $209.12
★ Moto Gloves Smoke Out FT 0.2946 - Tradable $207.35
\- Steam Profile : https://steamcommunity.com/id/antonbeast
Trade offer : https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffenew/?partner=61414315&token=WGyxdHWU
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I also buy/sell skins via Crypto.
(This List only contain items above $100 I have a lot more items in my inventory, check that out on my profile)
This list is not always up to date there is more unlisted items in my inventory! feel free to add me to discuss offers. The fastest way to get a response is to send me a direct trade offer through my trade link.
Guidelines to communicate with me : be informative on what you're interested in and if you wish to buy with cash/crypto or trade.
My discord : ¡Antonbeast Buying/Trading Skins#9260
Links to my profile / trade offer
Steam Profile : https://steamcommunity.com/id/antonbeast
Trade offer : https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffenew/?partner=61414315&token=WGyxdHWU
Every item is up for trade, don't be afraid to send an offer!
Prices on items may fluctuate, don't fully rely on the B/O price.
Name Float Specifics Tradability B/O
★ Butterfly Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FN 0.0378 - Tradable $21000
★ Karambit Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0667 - Tradable $14500
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Ruby) FN 0.0071 - Tradable $13500
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Ruby) FN 0.0013 - Not tradeable $14500
AWP Dragon Lore MW 0.0785 - Tradable $10250
AK-47 Wild Lotus MW 0.1325 - Tradable $10500
M4A4 Howl FN 0.0568 - Tradable $7850
M4A4 Howl FN 0.0628 - Tradable $7850
AWP Dragon Lore FT 0.3701 - Tradable $6950
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Black Pearl) FN 0.0245 - Tradable $7850
Souvenir AK-47 Gold Arabesque MW 0.0947 - Tradable $6150
AK-47 Gold Arabesque FN 0.0069 0.00 Tradable $6351.91
AK-47 Gold Arabesque FN 0.0687 - Tradable $5351.91
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Black Pearl) FN 0.0096 0.00 Tradable $8252.87
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Black Pearl) FN 0.0089 0.00 Tradable $8252.87
★ Sport Gloves Vice MW 0.1499 - Not tradeable $5889.16
★ Sport Gloves Vice MW 0.1258 - Tradable $5889.16
★ Sport Gloves Vice MW 0.1433 BTA Knuckles, very clean Tradable $7189.16
★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0222 - Tradable $5966.35
★ Flip Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0535 - Tradable $5560.84
★ Flip Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0044 - Tradable $5960.84
M4A4 Howl MW 0.0795 - Tradable $5213.81
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box FT 0.3633 - Tradable $5271.48
★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Ruby) FN 0.0330 - Tradable $4857.16
M4A4 Howl FT 0.3227 - Not tradeable $4256.47
★ Butterfly Knife Lore MW 0.1465 - Not tradeable $3838.56
★ Butterfly Knife Lore MW 0.1042 0.10 Tradable $4238.56
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono MW 0.1264 BTA pattern Not tradeable $4622.7
★ Talon Knife Crimson Web FN 0.0603 #1 world Talon FN CW Not tradeable $6500
★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Ruby) MW 0.0745 - Tradable $3794.53
★ Butterfly Knife Fade FN 0.0026 - Tradable $3926.33
★ Butterfly Knife Fade FN 0.0195 80.0% lowest possible Tradable $5426.33
AWP Desert Hydra FN 0.0522 - Not tradeable $3641.45
AWP The Prince FT 0.3428 - Tradable $3627.29
★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Ruby) FN 0.0140 - Tradable $3527.29
★ Butterfly Knife Fade MW 0.0703 - Tradable $3477.14
★ Karambit Lore FN 0.0631 - Tradable $3173.33
M4A1-S Knight FN 0.0076 - Tradable $3852.09
★ Karambit Fade FN 0.0101 - Tradable $2874.21
★ Karambit Fade FN 0.0097 0.00 + 99.9% Fade, one of the best kara fades. Tradable $8000.21
ST ★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0331 - Tradable $2809.08
★ Huntsman Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FN 0.0319 - Tradable $2732.63
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze FT 0.2967 - Tradable $3076.81
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze FT 0.2856 - Tradable $3276.81
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze FT 0.2243 - Tradable $4576.81
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN 0.0355 - Tradable $2435.29
★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade FN 0.0599 - Tradable $2398.48
★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Ruby) FN 0.0277 - Tradable $2322.03
AWP Medusa FT 0.3088 - Tradable $2519.19
Souvenir AK-47 Gold Arabesque BS 0.5971 - Tradable $2237.07
AK-47 Hydroponic FN 0.0381 - Tradable $2229.85
★ Skeleton Knife Fade FN 0.0660 - Not tradeable $2202.38
★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN 0.0373 - Tradable $2109.64
★ Butterfly Knife Lore FT 0.3677 - Tradable $2050.04
★ Bowie Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0323 - Tradable $2045.93
★ Butterfly Knife 0.3833 - Tradable $2017.61
★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FN 0.0213 - Tradable $1966.36
★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FN 0.0175 - Tradable $1966.36
ST ★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN 0.0101 - Tradable $1929.83
MP9 Wild Lily FN 0.0567 - Tradable $2197.26
★ Falchion Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FN 0.0007 - Tradable $1887.78
★ Falchion Knife Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FN 0.0112 - Tradable $1887.78
★ Sport Gloves Omega MW 0.1382 - Tradable $1858.82
★ Sport Gloves Omega MW 0.1311 - Tradable $1858.82
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth FN 0.0073 - Not tradeable $1951.96
M4A1-S Welcome to the Jungle MW 0.1412 - Tradable $1840.63
★ Driver Gloves King Snake MW 0.1444 - Tradable $2139.14
★ Karambit Lore MW 0.0736 - Tradable $2133.76
★ Flip Knife Doppler (Black Pearl) MW 0.0781 - Tradable $2169.84
★ Karambit Marble Fade FN 0.0334 BTA Corner Tradable $1955.61
★ Karambit Doppler (Phase 2) FN 0.0344 - Tradable $1741.52
ST ★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Phase 4) FN 0.0332 - Not tradeable $1727.36
★ M9 Bayonet Crimson Web MW 0.0880 - Tradable $3906.12
★ M9 Bayonet Marble Fade FN 0.0333 - Not tradeable $1697.63
Souvenir AWP Desert Hydra 0.4292 - Not tradeable $1670.73
AK-47 Hydroponic MW 0.0752 - Tradable $1592.85
★ Moto Gloves Spearmint FT 0.2960 - Tradable $1543.23
★ Karambit Crimson Web MW 0.1224 - Not tradeable $1451.27
AK-47 Fire Serpent MW 0.0999 - Tradable $1343.52
AK-47 Fire Serpent MW 0.1411 - Tradable $1343.52
M4A1-S Imminent Danger MW 0.1346 - Tradable $1308.26
★ Karambit BS 0.5547 - Tradable $1295.45
★ Karambit Doppler (Phase 3) FN 0.0064 - Not tradeable $1258.42
★ Karambit Doppler (Phase 3) FN 0.0354 - Tradable $1258.42
★ Karambit Doppler (Phase 1) FN 0.0277 - Not tradeable $1245.96
★ Survival Knife Crimson Web FN 0.0670 - Not tradeable $1234.64
★ Gut Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0232 - Not tradeable $1230.11
★ M9 Bayonet Slaughter FN 0.0335 - Not tradeable $1203.35
★ M9 Bayonet Slaughter FN 0.0699 - Tradable $1203.35
AWP Fade FN 0.0206 - Tradable $1189.33
ST ★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet MW 0.1411 - Tradable $1189.33
AWP Fade FN 0.0333 - Tradable $1189.33
ST ★ Talon Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN 0.0465 - Not tradeable $1118.39
★ Talon Knife Marble Fade FN 0.0402 - Tradable $1113.72
★ Talon Knife Marble Fade FN 0.0355 - Tradable $1113.72
★ Talon Knife Marble Fade FN 0.0338 - Tradable $1113.72
ST ★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel MW 0.0811 - Tradable $1068.27
★ Karambit Slaughter MW 0.1166 - Tradable $1054.82
★ Navaja Knife Doppler (Sapphire) FN 0.0387 - Not tradeable $1040.52
★ Shadow Daggers Doppler (Ruby) FN 0.0081 - Tradable $996.63
★ Stiletto Knife Fade FN 0.0090 - Tradable $990.97
★ Specialist Gloves Field Agent MW 0.1271 - Tradable $989.55
★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel MW 0.0888 - Not tradeable $987.57
★ Talon Knife Doppler (Phase 1) FN 0.0346 - Not tradeable $984.03
★ Karambit Case Hardened MW 0.0883 - Not tradeable $955.71
ST ★ Bayonet Lore MW 0.0804 - Tradable $906.01
AK-47 Fire Serpent FT 0.2272 - Tradable $900.49
★ Bayonet Marble Fade FN 0.0320 - Tradable $890.51
★ Talon Knife Tiger Tooth FN 0.0556 - Tradable $822.62
ST ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth MW 0.0716 - Tradable $821.2
ST AK-47 Vulcan MW 0.0981 4x Kato 15 Navi Holo Tradable $2816.96
★ Karambit Blue Steel MW 0.1493 - Tradable $799.97
★ Sport Gloves Vice BS 0.7893 - Tradable $792.88
ST ★ Classic Knife Fade FN 0.0592 - Tradable $786.44
Desert Eagle Blaze FN 0.0085 - Tradable $780.43
Desert Eagle Blaze FN 0.0260 - Tradable $780.43
Desert Eagle Blaze FN 0.0044 - Tradable $780.43
Desert Eagle Blaze FN 0.0078 - Tradable $780.43
Desert Eagle Blaze FN 0.0313 - Tradable $780.43
★ M9 Bayonet Bright Water FN 0.0322 - Tradable $745.46
★ Karambit Blue Steel FT 0.1713 - Tradable $736.25
ST ★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN 0.0464 - Tradable $734.84
★ Bayonet Autotronic MW 0.1111 - Tradable $729.31
★ Sport Gloves Omega FT 0.3725 - Not tradeable $714.87
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh MW 0.1074 - Tradable $707.86
★ Butterfly Knife Forest DDPAT MW 0.1363 - Tradable $700.78
★ Flip Knife Marble Fade FN 0.0299 - Not tradeable $687.48
★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 1) FN 0.0165 - Tradable $683.58
★ Stiletto Knife Marble Fade FN 0.0072 - Tradable $676.64
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze BS 0.5675 - Not tradeable $672.11
★ Driver Gloves Snow Leopard FT 0.2092 - Tradable $658.24
★ Stiletto Knife Marble Fade MW 0.0789 - Tradable $651.16
★ Survival Knife Fade FN 0.0102 - Not tradeable $647.55
★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Phase 3) FN 0.0091 - Tradable $622.98
★ Butterfly Knife Urban Masked 0.3844 - Tradable $608.82
★ Butterfly Knife Scorched FT 0.3489 - Tradable $603.16
★ Stiletto Knife Tiger Tooth FN 0.0116 - Not tradeable $591.69
★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN 0.0328 - Tradable $590.35
★ Huntsman Knife Fade FN 0.0078 - Not tradeable $576.26
★ Flip Knife Tiger Tooth FN 0.0359 - Tradable $572.58
★ Moto Gloves Smoke Out MW 0.1324 - Tradable $559.13
★ Specialist Gloves Emerald Web 0.4355 - Tradable $528.81
★ Paracord Knife Crimson Web MW 0.1324 - Tradable $506.87
Desert Eagle Fennec Fox FN 0.0694 - Tradable $494.14
★ Hand Wraps Cobalt Skulls FT 0.3506 - Tradable $474.88
AK-47 Vulcan MW 0.1165 - Tradable $470.07
★ Huntsman Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 3) FN 0.0244 - Not tradeable $464.7
ST ★ Falchion Knife Doppler (Phase 4) FN 0.0353 - Tradable $431.56
★ M9 Bayonet Urban Masked FT 0.2890 - Tradable $423.68
★ M9 Bayonet Forest DDPAT 0.3855 - Tradable $421.93
★ Paracord Knife Slaughter FN 0.0137 - Tradable $416.97
M4A4 Temukau FN 0.0140 - Tradable $399.28
★ Survival Knife Slaughter FN 0.0615 - Not tradeable $377.97
★ Bayonet Blue Steel MW 0.0877 - Tradable $372.23
★ Specialist Gloves Field Agent FT 0.2862 - Tradable $368.13
Desert Eagle Hand Cannon FN 0.0331 - Tradable $368.12
★ Skeleton Knife Night Stripe BS 0.5431 - Tradable $366.69
★ Flip Knife Autotronic FT 0.2108 - Not tradeable $356.94
Desert Eagle Fennec Fox MW 0.0884 - Tradable $356.8
★ Nomad Knife Case Hardened FT 0.1803 - Tradable $356.49
ST ★ Bowie Knife Lore MW 0.1062 - Tradable $353.75
★ Bayonet Ultraviolet MW 0.0939 - Tradable $352.53
★ Talon Knife Ultraviolet FT 0.1823 - Tradable $348.3
★ Sport Gloves Bronze Morph MW 0.1045 - Tradable $347.74
★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid FT 0.2631 - Not tradeable $345.4
★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid FT 0.2584 - Tradable $345.4
M4A4 The Coalition FN 0.0681 - Tradable $344.05
ST ★ Flip Knife Crimson Web FT 0.3589 - Not tradeable $339.66
ST AK-47 The Empress FN 0.0689 - Tradable $328.2
AWP Oni Taiji FT 0.2085 - Tradable $325.58
AWP Oni Taiji FT 0.1786 - Tradable $325.58
AWP Silk Tiger FN 0.0429 - Not tradeable $320.69
AWP Silk Tiger FN 0.0401 - Tradable $320.69
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh FT 0.2615 - Tradable $310
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh FT 0.3778 - Tradable $310
★ Sport Gloves Nocts FT 0.2275 - Tradable $308.45
★ Falchion Knife Tiger Tooth FN 0.0591 - Tradable $301.37
★ Paracord Knife Crimson Web FT 0.2136 - Tradable $286
★ Flip Knife Black Laminate FT 0.1931 - Not tradeable $282.47
Glock-18 Twilight Galaxy FN 0.0069 - Tradable $269.02
★ Flip Knife Black Laminate BS 0.8311 - Not tradeable $263.14
★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! FT 0.3525 - Not tradeable $261.78
AK-47 Fuel Injector MW 0.0954 - Tradable $261.16
★ Nomad Knife Stained 0.3913 - Tradable $254.86
M4A1-S Printstream MW 0.1048 - Not tradeable $246.99
AK-47 Vulcan FT 0.2007 - Tradable $237.72
★ Specialist Gloves Mogul FT 0.1817 - Tradable $235.95
★ Specialist Gloves Forest DDPAT MW 0.1365 - Tradable $230.57
Glock-18 Gamma Doppler (Emerald) FT 0.2246 - Tradable $226.54
AK-47 Case Hardened FT 0.2186 - Tradable $209.12
★ Moto Gloves Smoke Out FT 0.2946 - Tradable $207.35
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2023.06.02 07:14 NicksThicc A call thats bugging me, I'd like an opinion
We ran a call a few months ago, (I'm a basic partnered with a medic) regarding an elderly male who'd fallen out of bed at approximately 0400. Pt is fast asleep in a near little pallet made by family on scene, and is rousable to speech. The patient kept falling asleep, but family stated it was normal for the patient at that hour as he regularly takes sleep medication. We do our assessment, don't find any obvious life threats, vitals are decent for a chronic COPD'er. Pt is also reported to have afib with a pacemaker. Palpated spine and limbs, no deformity, crepitus, etc. Pupils PERRL with a conjugate gaze, no Battle sign. Pt reports a conplaint of shoulder and knee pain. Former surgical interventions noted there in the form of shoulder and knee replacements. We ask pt if they want to go to the hospital after waking them, they say yes, go back to sleep, but wife pipes in. Wife says he has dementia and that she makes his medical decisions and that theyd bring up the fall on their primary care appointment later that morning. States all they want is help putting him back in bed. I dont question it as the patient looks the part of a dementia patient. Anyways, we notice the patient is wheezing a little, so we assist him in taking his prescribed duoneb because I wasn't comfortable leaving him like that. Wife signs refusal, we leave.
We get toned out almost 24 hours later for an unconscious fainting for the same pt. We get on scene and quickly figure out it's a full arrest. We work it, initially get ROSC that holds for a bit, we transport, lose ROSC and barrel into the hospital. They pronounce him after 5 min of working him. I feel pretty shitty about it. I worry if the two are connected and wonder if I was wrong to not question his wife's statement and to not try to push transport a little harder. I'm curious to what yall think. Thanks for your time.
TLDR: Got a refusal on a lift assist, pt died 24 hrs later and I feel shitty about it
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We get toned out almost 24 hours later for an unconscious fainting for the same pt. We get on scene and quickly figure out it's a full arrest. We work it, initially get ROSC that holds for a bit, we transport, lose ROSC and barrel into the hospital. They pronounce him after 5 min of working him. I feel pretty shitty about it. I worry if the two are connected and wonder if I was wrong to not question his wife's statement and to not try to push transport a little harder. I'm curious to what yall think. Thanks for your time.
TLDR: Got a refusal on a lift assist, pt died 24 hrs later and I feel shitty about it
2023.06.02 07:11 missashley94 28f [chat] It's a warm night where I live, and I'm looking for someone to chill out and chat with :)
I’m a strong, but quiet individual. Fairly shy. Passive and patient, until pushed too hard. Don’t mind cold weather or the rain. I love movies (all types) probably more than I love myself. I'm also a huge Disney fan and can have long conversations about any of their movies. Not hugely aspirational with my career, but a strong work ethic and make a decent living, and my life outside of work is much more important to me than how I earn money.
I enjoy interior design and decorating. I'm really into designing living spaces and decorating them. I think my dream job would be to own an interior decorating service.
As for sports, I played soccer back in high school and I still like to watch soccer to this day, although I no longer play. I don't have a favourite team or anything. When I do watch it's usually Premier League or something else from Europe. I also like watching basketball. I don't play, but I'm a Raptors fan and I love to watch.
Also, I enjoy working out and jogging. I play video games. I mostly play on PC. I don't play any multiplayer games because I suck at them, so a lot of single player games like RDR2, Cyberpunk, Witcher, Skyrim, Fallout, Tomb Raider, Last of Us, stuff like that.
Tell me a bit about yourself, like your name, age, and where you live.
If you feel comfy sharing a selfie, please do!
I'm looking only for people over 18. I like chatting with older people because in general they are more mature, but really I don't want to chat with anyone over 60 either
I hope to hear from you. Let's be friends! :)
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I enjoy interior design and decorating. I'm really into designing living spaces and decorating them. I think my dream job would be to own an interior decorating service.
As for sports, I played soccer back in high school and I still like to watch soccer to this day, although I no longer play. I don't have a favourite team or anything. When I do watch it's usually Premier League or something else from Europe. I also like watching basketball. I don't play, but I'm a Raptors fan and I love to watch.
Also, I enjoy working out and jogging. I play video games. I mostly play on PC. I don't play any multiplayer games because I suck at them, so a lot of single player games like RDR2, Cyberpunk, Witcher, Skyrim, Fallout, Tomb Raider, Last of Us, stuff like that.
Tell me a bit about yourself, like your name, age, and where you live.
If you feel comfy sharing a selfie, please do!
I'm looking only for people over 18. I like chatting with older people because in general they are more mature, but really I don't want to chat with anyone over 60 either
I hope to hear from you. Let's be friends! :)
2023.06.02 07:07 mettarecovery IV Vitamin Therapy: 5 Benefits You Need to Know
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2023.06.02 07:06 Ok-KiranReddy-4817 Best Doctor for Knee Pain in Hyderabad Dr.Kiran Reddy
In the bustling city of Hyderabad, where medical expertise is highly sought after, one name stands out in the field of orthopedics and sports medicine: Dr. Kiran Reddy. With a stellar reputation and a wealth of experience, Dr. Reddy has gained recognition as a leading expert in the treatment of knee pain, knee replacement surgeries, and various orthopedic conditions. This article aims to shed light on Dr. Kiran Reddy's accomplishments and why he is considered one of the best doctors in Hyderabad for knee-related ailments.
Unraveling the Expertise:
Dr. Kiran Reddy is a highly skilled orthopedic specialist known for his exceptional knowledge and proficiency in managing knee pain. With years of rigorous training and extensive hands-on experience, he has honed his skills to accurately diagnose and effectively treat various knee conditions. Dr. Reddy's vast expertise extends to knee replacement surgeries, where he has showcased remarkable surgical skills, precision, and a patient-centered approach.
Orthopedic Excellence:
Beyond his specialization in knee pain and knee replacement surgeries, Dr. Kiran Reddy is recognized as a prominent figure in the field of orthopedics. His expertise spans across the entire musculoskeletal system, allowing him to diagnose and treat a wide range of orthopedic conditions, including fractures, sports injuries, arthritis, and spinal disorders. Dr. Reddy's holistic approach to patient care, combined with his dedication to staying updated with the latest advancements in the field, ensures that his patients receive the highest quality treatment.
A Pioneer in Sports Medicine:
As a sports medicine doctor, Dr. Kiran Reddy has made significant contributions to the athletic community in Hyderabad. He understands the unique challenges faced by athletes and sports enthusiasts when it comes to injuries and performance optimization. Dr. Reddy's specialized knowledge in sports medicine enables him to provide comprehensive care to athletes, helping them recover from injuries, prevent future complications, and enhance their athletic performance.
Patient-Centric Care:
What sets Dr. Kiran Reddy apart is his unwavering commitment to patient-centric care. He takes the time to listen to his patients, understand their concerns, and develop personalized treatment plans tailored to their specific needs. Dr. Reddy believes in empowering his patients with knowledge about their condition and involving them in the decision-making process, ensuring a collaborative approach to their healthcare journey.
State-of-the-Art Facilities:
Dr. Kiran Reddy practices at leading hospitals and medical centers in Hyderabad, known for their cutting-edge facilities and infrastructure. These establishments provide a supportive environment for Dr. Reddy to deliver the best possible care to his patients. The combination of his expertise and the advanced medical facilities ensures that patients receive world-class treatment.
Conclusion:
For those seeking top-notch medical care for knee pain, knee replacement surgeries, orthopedic conditions, or sports-related injuries in Hyderabad, Dr. Kiran Reddy is a name that stands out. With his extensive knowledge, remarkable surgical skills, and patient-centered approach, he has rightfully earned the trust and respect of his patients. Dr. Reddy's commitment to excellence and unwavering dedication to the field of orthopedics and sports medicine make him one of the best doctors in Hyderabad for knee-related ailments. If you are in need of expert care and personalized treatment, Dr. Kiran Reddy should undoubtedly be on your list of trusted healthcare professionals to consider.
Contact Info:
Opposite KS Bakers, Plot No.1 & 2, Old Mumbai Hwy, Indira Nagar, Gachibowli, Telangana 500032
Phone: +91 9000 022 004
Mail Id: [email protected]
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Unraveling the Expertise:
Dr. Kiran Reddy is a highly skilled orthopedic specialist known for his exceptional knowledge and proficiency in managing knee pain. With years of rigorous training and extensive hands-on experience, he has honed his skills to accurately diagnose and effectively treat various knee conditions. Dr. Reddy's vast expertise extends to knee replacement surgeries, where he has showcased remarkable surgical skills, precision, and a patient-centered approach.
Orthopedic Excellence:
Beyond his specialization in knee pain and knee replacement surgeries, Dr. Kiran Reddy is recognized as a prominent figure in the field of orthopedics. His expertise spans across the entire musculoskeletal system, allowing him to diagnose and treat a wide range of orthopedic conditions, including fractures, sports injuries, arthritis, and spinal disorders. Dr. Reddy's holistic approach to patient care, combined with his dedication to staying updated with the latest advancements in the field, ensures that his patients receive the highest quality treatment.
A Pioneer in Sports Medicine:
As a sports medicine doctor, Dr. Kiran Reddy has made significant contributions to the athletic community in Hyderabad. He understands the unique challenges faced by athletes and sports enthusiasts when it comes to injuries and performance optimization. Dr. Reddy's specialized knowledge in sports medicine enables him to provide comprehensive care to athletes, helping them recover from injuries, prevent future complications, and enhance their athletic performance.
Patient-Centric Care:
What sets Dr. Kiran Reddy apart is his unwavering commitment to patient-centric care. He takes the time to listen to his patients, understand their concerns, and develop personalized treatment plans tailored to their specific needs. Dr. Reddy believes in empowering his patients with knowledge about their condition and involving them in the decision-making process, ensuring a collaborative approach to their healthcare journey.
State-of-the-Art Facilities:
Dr. Kiran Reddy practices at leading hospitals and medical centers in Hyderabad, known for their cutting-edge facilities and infrastructure. These establishments provide a supportive environment for Dr. Reddy to deliver the best possible care to his patients. The combination of his expertise and the advanced medical facilities ensures that patients receive world-class treatment.
Conclusion:
For those seeking top-notch medical care for knee pain, knee replacement surgeries, orthopedic conditions, or sports-related injuries in Hyderabad, Dr. Kiran Reddy is a name that stands out. With his extensive knowledge, remarkable surgical skills, and patient-centered approach, he has rightfully earned the trust and respect of his patients. Dr. Reddy's commitment to excellence and unwavering dedication to the field of orthopedics and sports medicine make him one of the best doctors in Hyderabad for knee-related ailments. If you are in need of expert care and personalized treatment, Dr. Kiran Reddy should undoubtedly be on your list of trusted healthcare professionals to consider.
Contact Info:
Opposite KS Bakers, Plot No.1 & 2, Old Mumbai Hwy, Indira Nagar, Gachibowli, Telangana 500032
Phone: +91 9000 022 004
Mail Id: [email protected]
2023.06.02 07:02 chunkobunkoh TiVi Mate Help Needed
I bought a firestick from someone the other week for £40, I had all channels like movies, sports, then I had a movie section with a bunch of movies and shows. My firestick was malfunctioning and it all wiped and I'm greeted with "stalker portal" I'm just wondering how I can get all my channels back?
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2023.06.02 06:55 _Triple_ [STORE] 900+ KNIVES/GLOVES/SKINS, 50.000$+ INVENTORY. M9 Fade, M4 Poseidon, BFK Freehand, Crimson Kimono, Nomad Fade, Skeleton, Kara Lore, Bayo Autotronic, AWP Fade, Kara Damas, BFK Ultra, Kara Freehand, Kara Bright, M9 Damas, Omega, Tiger Strike, Flip MF, Bayo Tiger, Deagle Blaze, Talon & More
Everything in my inventory is up for trade. The most valuable items are listed here, the rest you can find in My Inventory
Feel free to Add Me or even better send a Trade Offer. Open for any suggestions: upgrades, downgrades / knives, gloves, skins / stickers, patterns, floats.
All Buyouts are listed in cash value.
KNIVES
★ Butterfly Knife Freehand FN #1, B/O: $2500
★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet FT, B/O: $822
★ Butterfly Knife Scorched FT, B/O: $616
⎯★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth MW #1, B/O: $1300
★ Bayonet Autotronic FN, B/O: $1050
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth MW, B/O: $629
★ Bayonet Bright Water FT, B/O: $326
★ Bayonet Safari Mesh BS, B/O: $233
⎯★ Karambit Lore FT, B/O: $1110
★ Karambit Damascus Steel FT, B/O: $840
★ Karambit Freehand MW, B/O: $784
★ Karambit Bright Water MW, B/O: $759
⎯★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN, B/O: $1801
★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN, B/O: $1801
★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel FN, B/O: $751
⎯★ Nomad Knife Fade FN, B/O: $1156
★ Nomad Knife Slaughter MW, B/O: $544
★ Nomad Knife Blue Steel WW, B/O: $318
⎯★ Flip Knife Marble Fade FN, B/O: $646
★ Flip Knife Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $574
★ Flip Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 1) MW, B/O: $552
★ Flip Knife Case Hardened FT, B/O: $257
★ Flip Knife Freehand FT, B/O: $255
★ StatTrak™ Flip Knife Bright Water FN, B/O: $287
⎯★ Huntsman Knife Lore FN, B/O: $461
★ Huntsman Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $436
★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $353
★ Huntsman Knife Autotronic FT, B/O: $212
★ Huntsman Knife Bright Water FT, B/O: $129
★ Huntsman Knife Forest DDPAT MW, B/O: $129
★ Huntsman Knife Forest DDPAT BS, B/O: $123
★ StatTrak™ Huntsman Knife Rust Coat BS, B/O: $127
⎯★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 2) FN, B/O: $375
★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $363
★ Bowie Knife Tiger Tooth FN, B/O: $269
★ Bowie Knife Crimson Web WW, B/O: $192
★ Bowie Knife Bright Water FN, B/O: $159
★ Bowie Knife Ultraviolet FT, B/O: $126
⎯★ Stiletto Knife Slaughter FN, B/O: $616
★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web FT, B/O: $412
★ StatTrak™ Stiletto Knife Night Stripe FT, B/O: $227
⎯★ Falchion Knife Lore FT, B/O: $214
★ Falchion Knife Autotronic FT, B/O: $192
★ Falchion Knife Scorched WW, B/O: $105
⎯★ Survival Knife Crimson Web BS, B/O: $216
★ Survival Knife Case Hardened FT, B/O: $198
★ Survival Knife Scorched FT, B/O: $111
⎯★ Shadow Daggers Fade FN, B/O: $368
★ Shadow Daggers Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $228
★ Shadow Daggers, B/O: $201
★ Shadow Daggers Damascus Steel FT, B/O: $108
★ Shadow Daggers Ultraviolet FT, B/O: $105
★ Shadow Daggers Black Laminate FT, B/O: $99
★ Shadow Daggers Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $85
⎯★ Gut Knife Doppler (Sapphire) MW #1, B/O: $1700
★ Gut Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $223
★ Gut Knife Marble Fade FN, B/O: $203
★ Gut Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN, B/O: $191
★ Gut Knife Case Hardened BS, B/O: $127
⎯★ Navaja Knife Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $199
★ Navaja Knife Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $199
★ Navaja Knife, B/O: $138
★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel FN, B/O: $111
⎯★ Classic Knife Urban Masked FT, B/O: $146
★ StatTrak™ Classic Knife Stained BS, B/O: $168
⎯★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $476
★ Ursus Knife, B/O: $375
⎯★ Skeleton Knife, B/O: $1137
★ Talon Knife, B/O: $608
★ Paracord Knife, B/O: $305
★ Survival Knife Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $97
GLOVES
★ Moto Gloves Transport MW, B/O: $204
★ Moto Gloves Polygon BS, B/O: $142
★ Moto Gloves Blood Pressure BS, B/O: $84
★ Moto Gloves Blood Pressure BS, B/O: $84
★ Moto Gloves 3rd Commando Company BS, B/O: $63
★ Moto Gloves 3rd Commando Company BS, B/O: $63
⎯★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono WW, B/O: $1215
★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike FT, B/O: $672
★ Specialist Gloves Lt. Commander FT, B/O: $305
★ Specialist Gloves Lt. Commander BS, B/O: $140
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web BS, B/O: $137
★ Specialist Gloves Buckshot FT, B/O: $75
⎯★ Driver Gloves Crimson Weave FT, B/O: $359
★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid BS, B/O: $229
★ Driver Gloves Overtake BS, B/O: $77
★ Driver Gloves Racing Green FT, B/O: $48
⎯★ Sport Gloves Omega FT, B/O: $739
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious BS #2, B/O: $733
★ Sport Gloves Arid BS, B/O: $292
⎯★ Hand Wraps Giraffe MW, B/O: $212
★ Hand Wraps Leather FT, B/O: $160
★ Hand Wraps Desert Shamagh MW, B/O: $101
⎯★ Broken Fang Gloves Yellow-banded MW, B/O: $185
★ Broken Fang Gloves Needle Point FT, B/O: $67
★ Broken Fang Gloves Needle Point WW, B/O: $59
⎯★ Hydra Gloves Case Hardened BS, B/O: $65
★ Hydra Gloves Emerald FT, B/O: $65
★ Hydra Gloves Emerald BS, B/O: $62
WEAPONS
AK-47 Case Hardened BS, B/O: $130
AK-47 Bloodsport MW, B/O: $79
AK-47 Fuel Injector BS, B/O: $76
AK-47 Fuel Injector BS, B/O: $76
AK-47 Bloodsport FT, B/O: $70
AK-47 Neon Rider MW, B/O: $60
StatTrak™ AK-47 Aquamarine Revenge FT, B/O: $72
⎯AWP Fade FN, B/O: $1039
AWP Asiimov FT, B/O: $139
AWP Asiimov FT, B/O: $139
AWP Wildfire MW, B/O: $95
AWP BOOM MW, B/O: $93
AWP BOOM MW, B/O: $93
AWP Duality FN, B/O: $81
AWP Asiimov BS, B/O: $79
AWP Asiimov BS, B/O: $79
AWP Chromatic Aberration FN, B/O: $60
StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast FT, B/O: $68
StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast FT, B/O: $68
StatTrak™ AWP Electric Hive FT, B/O: $55
⎯Desert Eagle Blaze FN, B/O: $623
Desert Eagle Emerald Jörmungandr FN, B/O: $241
Desert Eagle Cobalt Disruption FN, B/O: $81
Desert Eagle Cobalt Disruption FN, B/O: $81
Desert Eagle Cobalt Disruption FN, B/O: $81
Desert Eagle Printstream FT, B/O: $54
⎯M4A1-S Blue Phosphor FN, B/O: $434
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Bright Water MW, B/O: $55
⎯M4A4 Poseidon FN, B/O: $1465
M4A4 Asiimov BS, B/O: $55
M4A4 Hellfire MW, B/O: $50
⎯USP-S Kill Confirmed MW, B/O: $72
USP-S Printstream FT, B/O: $69
StatTrak™ USP-S Kill Confirmed FT, B/O: $139
⎯AUG Flame Jörmungandr FN, B/O: $234
P90 Run and Hide FT, B/O: $147
Five-SeveN Candy Apple FN, B/O: $61
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2023.06.02 06:18 Dead-Bowl-4572 I hunt monsters for a living. My pet wendigo is a very good boy.
Blood Moon Rising
The Appalachian Mountains loomed before me like dark sentinels, their ancient peaks shrouded in an eerie mist. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the secrets of the forgotten. I tightened my grip on the shotgun in my hand, my knuckles turning white. Beside me stood a creature of legend, my pet wendigo, Milo. Its eyes glowed with a hunger that matched my own, its presence a twisted comfort in this desolate landscape.
We had been hired by a desperate family, a last resort for them. Their ancestral home nestled deep within these unforgiving mountains had become infested with eldritch demons. Creatures born from nightmares, they tore at the fabric of reality itself, preying on the weak and the unsuspecting. The family, driven to the brink of madness, had sought out our unique services, knowing that only the unholy alliance between man and wendigo stood a chance against these abominations. The family called them 'demons', and in my experience with real demons, these were not the real deal, but rather another undiscovered species of cryptid.
The moon hung low in the sky, casting an otherworldly glow upon the land. It was a blood moon, a harbinger of the horrors to come. We trudged through the thick underbrush, guided by the faint cries of the family's lost souls. Every step brought us deeper into the heart of darkness, the air thick with a sense of impending doom.
Suddenly, a guttural growl pierced the silence. I raised my shotgun, readying myself for the onslaught. The wendigo beside me crouched low, its elongated limbs poised to strike. From the shadows, a grotesque figure emerged. Its skin was a sickly gray, stretched taut over emaciated bones. Its eyes glowed with an unholy light, pulsating with a malevolence that sent shivers down my spine. It was humanoid, but barely resembling a living creature as its limbs contorted and twisted while its head snapped and clicked, its jaws drooling with hunger.
Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger.
The shotgun's blast echoed through the night, tearing through the creature's chest. It let out a shriek that curdled my blood, but still, it advanced. The wendigo leaped forward, tearing into the demon with a ferocity that defied nature. Its razor-sharp claws ripped through flesh and bone, leaving nothing but a mangled corpse in its wake.
We pressed on, our mission clear in our minds. We were here to cleanse this unhallowed ground, to rid it of the evil that had taken root. But with every step, the horrors grew more twisted, more grotesque. The demons crawled from the shadows, their forms shifting and contorting with each passing moment. They were nightmarish amalgamations of flesh and tentacles, their faces a mockery of sanity.
The shotgun became an extension of my arm, each shot a prayer for survival. The wendigo danced through the chaos, its hunger insatiable. Limbs were torn asunder, bodies rent in two. The demons howled in agony, their unearthly cries carrying through the night, a symphony of terror.
Hours turned into an eternity as we fought our way through the hive. The family's cries grew louder, their desperation fueling our resolve. Finally, we reached the heart of the infestation, a cavern bathed in an ethereal glow. The demons swarmed around us, their numbers seemingly endless.
But we were not so easily defeated. The wendigo's hunger had become a burning fire, an insatiable rage that consumed everything in its path. I fired round after round, my aim true, each shot finding its mark. The demons fell before us, their grotesque forms disintegrating into nothingness.
And then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over. The last demon fell, its dying screech echoing through the cavern. The wendigo stood before me, its chest heaving, blood dripping from its maw. We had triumphed, but at what cost?
I turned my gaze to the family, their eyes filled with a mix of awe and fear. They had witnessed the horrors unleashed upon their home, and yet, they were alive. The wendigo had saved them, had saved us all.
As we made our way back through the Appalachian Mountains, a new dawn broke on the horizon. The blood moon sank beneath the earth, its malevolent influence waning. The world seemed brighter, the air sweeter. We had faced the eldritch demons and emerged victorious.
But I knew, deep down, that the horrors we had faced would forever haunt us. The Appalachian Mountains held secrets that would never be spoken of, nightmares that would forever linger in the recesses of our minds. We had danced with the darkness and survived, but at what cost to our souls?
The wind whispered its final farewell as we disappeared into the fading mist, leaving behind a trail of blood and broken dreams. The legend of the man and his pet wendigo would be whispered among those who dared to tread these haunted mountains, a testament to the horrors that lay hidden beneath the surface.
And as the world moved on, ignorant of the terrors we had faced, I knew that the night would come again. The blood moon would rise, and once more, the man and his pet wendigo would be called upon to face the unspeakable.
"We did good," I said, petting him as we walked away. "We did good."
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The Appalachian Mountains loomed before me like dark sentinels, their ancient peaks shrouded in an eerie mist. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the secrets of the forgotten. I tightened my grip on the shotgun in my hand, my knuckles turning white. Beside me stood a creature of legend, my pet wendigo, Milo. Its eyes glowed with a hunger that matched my own, its presence a twisted comfort in this desolate landscape.
We had been hired by a desperate family, a last resort for them. Their ancestral home nestled deep within these unforgiving mountains had become infested with eldritch demons. Creatures born from nightmares, they tore at the fabric of reality itself, preying on the weak and the unsuspecting. The family, driven to the brink of madness, had sought out our unique services, knowing that only the unholy alliance between man and wendigo stood a chance against these abominations. The family called them 'demons', and in my experience with real demons, these were not the real deal, but rather another undiscovered species of cryptid.
The moon hung low in the sky, casting an otherworldly glow upon the land. It was a blood moon, a harbinger of the horrors to come. We trudged through the thick underbrush, guided by the faint cries of the family's lost souls. Every step brought us deeper into the heart of darkness, the air thick with a sense of impending doom.
Suddenly, a guttural growl pierced the silence. I raised my shotgun, readying myself for the onslaught. The wendigo beside me crouched low, its elongated limbs poised to strike. From the shadows, a grotesque figure emerged. Its skin was a sickly gray, stretched taut over emaciated bones. Its eyes glowed with an unholy light, pulsating with a malevolence that sent shivers down my spine. It was humanoid, but barely resembling a living creature as its limbs contorted and twisted while its head snapped and clicked, its jaws drooling with hunger.
Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger.
The shotgun's blast echoed through the night, tearing through the creature's chest. It let out a shriek that curdled my blood, but still, it advanced. The wendigo leaped forward, tearing into the demon with a ferocity that defied nature. Its razor-sharp claws ripped through flesh and bone, leaving nothing but a mangled corpse in its wake.
We pressed on, our mission clear in our minds. We were here to cleanse this unhallowed ground, to rid it of the evil that had taken root. But with every step, the horrors grew more twisted, more grotesque. The demons crawled from the shadows, their forms shifting and contorting with each passing moment. They were nightmarish amalgamations of flesh and tentacles, their faces a mockery of sanity.
The shotgun became an extension of my arm, each shot a prayer for survival. The wendigo danced through the chaos, its hunger insatiable. Limbs were torn asunder, bodies rent in two. The demons howled in agony, their unearthly cries carrying through the night, a symphony of terror.
Hours turned into an eternity as we fought our way through the hive. The family's cries grew louder, their desperation fueling our resolve. Finally, we reached the heart of the infestation, a cavern bathed in an ethereal glow. The demons swarmed around us, their numbers seemingly endless.
But we were not so easily defeated. The wendigo's hunger had become a burning fire, an insatiable rage that consumed everything in its path. I fired round after round, my aim true, each shot finding its mark. The demons fell before us, their grotesque forms disintegrating into nothingness.
And then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over. The last demon fell, its dying screech echoing through the cavern. The wendigo stood before me, its chest heaving, blood dripping from its maw. We had triumphed, but at what cost?
I turned my gaze to the family, their eyes filled with a mix of awe and fear. They had witnessed the horrors unleashed upon their home, and yet, they were alive. The wendigo had saved them, had saved us all.
As we made our way back through the Appalachian Mountains, a new dawn broke on the horizon. The blood moon sank beneath the earth, its malevolent influence waning. The world seemed brighter, the air sweeter. We had faced the eldritch demons and emerged victorious.
But I knew, deep down, that the horrors we had faced would forever haunt us. The Appalachian Mountains held secrets that would never be spoken of, nightmares that would forever linger in the recesses of our minds. We had danced with the darkness and survived, but at what cost to our souls?
The wind whispered its final farewell as we disappeared into the fading mist, leaving behind a trail of blood and broken dreams. The legend of the man and his pet wendigo would be whispered among those who dared to tread these haunted mountains, a testament to the horrors that lay hidden beneath the surface.
And as the world moved on, ignorant of the terrors we had faced, I knew that the night would come again. The blood moon would rise, and once more, the man and his pet wendigo would be called upon to face the unspeakable.
"We did good," I said, petting him as we walked away. "We did good."
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2023.06.02 06:14 Dead-Bowl-4572 I live in the middle of nowhere. My pet wendigo is a very good boy.
Blood Moon Rising
The Appalachian Mountains loomed before me like dark sentinels, their ancient peaks shrouded in an eerie mist. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the secrets of the forgotten. I tightened my grip on the shotgun in my hand, my knuckles turning white. Beside me stood a creature of legend, my pet wendigo, Milo. Its eyes glowed with a hunger that matched my own, its presence a twisted comfort in this desolate landscape.
We had been hired by a desperate family, a last resort for them. Their ancestral home nestled deep within these unforgiving mountains had become infested with eldritch demons. Creatures born from nightmares, they tore at the fabric of reality itself, preying on the weak and the unsuspecting. The family, driven to the brink of madness, had sought out our unique services, knowing that only the unholy alliance between man and wendigo stood a chance against these abominations. The family called them 'demons', and in my experience with real demons, these were not the real deal, but rather another undiscovered species of cryptid.
The moon hung low in the sky, casting an otherworldly glow upon the land. It was a blood moon, a harbinger of the horrors to come. We trudged through the thick underbrush, guided by the faint cries of the family's lost souls. Every step brought us deeper into the heart of darkness, the air thick with a sense of impending doom.
Suddenly, a guttural growl pierced the silence. I raised my shotgun, readying myself for the onslaught. The wendigo beside me crouched low, its elongated limbs poised to strike. From the shadows, a grotesque figure emerged. Its skin was a sickly gray, stretched taut over emaciated bones. Its eyes glowed with an unholy light, pulsating with a malevolence that sent shivers down my spine. It was humanoid, but barely resembling a living creature as its limbs contorted and twisted while its head snapped and clicked, its jaws drooling with hunger.
Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger.
The shotgun's blast echoed through the night, tearing through the creature's chest. It let out a shriek that curdled my blood, but still, it advanced. The wendigo leaped forward, tearing into the demon with a ferocity that defied nature. Its razor-sharp claws ripped through flesh and bone, leaving nothing but a mangled corpse in its wake.
We pressed on, our mission clear in our minds. We were here to cleanse this unhallowed ground, to rid it of the evil that had taken root. But with every step, the horrors grew more twisted, more grotesque. The demons crawled from the shadows, their forms shifting and contorting with each passing moment. They were nightmarish amalgamations of flesh and tentacles, their faces a mockery of sanity.
The shotgun became an extension of my arm, each shot a prayer for survival. The wendigo danced through the chaos, its hunger insatiable. Limbs were torn asunder, bodies rent in two. The demons howled in agony, their unearthly cries carrying through the night, a symphony of terror.
Hours turned into an eternity as we fought our way through the hive. The family's cries grew louder, their desperation fueling our resolve. Finally, we reached the heart of the infestation, a cavern bathed in an ethereal glow. The demons swarmed around us, their numbers seemingly endless.
But we were not so easily defeated. The wendigo's hunger had become a burning fire, an insatiable rage that consumed everything in its path. I fired round after round, my aim true, each shot finding its mark. The demons fell before us, their grotesque forms disintegrating into nothingness.
And then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over. The last demon fell, its dying screech echoing through the cavern. The wendigo stood before me, its chest heaving, blood dripping from its maw. We had triumphed, but at what cost?
I turned my gaze to the family, their eyes filled with a mix of awe and fear. They had witnessed the horrors unleashed upon their home, and yet, they were alive. The wendigo had saved them, had saved us all.
As we made our way back through the Appalachian Mountains, a new dawn broke on the horizon. The blood moon sank beneath the earth, its malevolent influence waning. The world seemed brighter, the air sweeter. We had faced the eldritch demons and emerged victorious.
But I knew, deep down, that the horrors we had faced would forever haunt us. The Appalachian Mountains held secrets that would never be spoken of, nightmares that would forever linger in the recesses of our minds. We had danced with the darkness and survived, but at what cost to our souls?
The wind whispered its final farewell as we disappeared into the fading mist, leaving behind a trail of blood and broken dreams. The legend of the man and his pet wendigo would be whispered among those who dared to tread these haunted mountains, a testament to the horrors that lay hidden beneath the surface.
And as the world moved on, ignorant of the terrors we had faced, I knew that the night would come again. The blood moon would rise, and once more, the man and his pet wendigo would be called upon to face the unspeakable.
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The Appalachian Mountains loomed before me like dark sentinels, their ancient peaks shrouded in an eerie mist. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the secrets of the forgotten. I tightened my grip on the shotgun in my hand, my knuckles turning white. Beside me stood a creature of legend, my pet wendigo, Milo. Its eyes glowed with a hunger that matched my own, its presence a twisted comfort in this desolate landscape.
We had been hired by a desperate family, a last resort for them. Their ancestral home nestled deep within these unforgiving mountains had become infested with eldritch demons. Creatures born from nightmares, they tore at the fabric of reality itself, preying on the weak and the unsuspecting. The family, driven to the brink of madness, had sought out our unique services, knowing that only the unholy alliance between man and wendigo stood a chance against these abominations. The family called them 'demons', and in my experience with real demons, these were not the real deal, but rather another undiscovered species of cryptid.
The moon hung low in the sky, casting an otherworldly glow upon the land. It was a blood moon, a harbinger of the horrors to come. We trudged through the thick underbrush, guided by the faint cries of the family's lost souls. Every step brought us deeper into the heart of darkness, the air thick with a sense of impending doom.
Suddenly, a guttural growl pierced the silence. I raised my shotgun, readying myself for the onslaught. The wendigo beside me crouched low, its elongated limbs poised to strike. From the shadows, a grotesque figure emerged. Its skin was a sickly gray, stretched taut over emaciated bones. Its eyes glowed with an unholy light, pulsating with a malevolence that sent shivers down my spine. It was humanoid, but barely resembling a living creature as its limbs contorted and twisted while its head snapped and clicked, its jaws drooling with hunger.
Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger.
The shotgun's blast echoed through the night, tearing through the creature's chest. It let out a shriek that curdled my blood, but still, it advanced. The wendigo leaped forward, tearing into the demon with a ferocity that defied nature. Its razor-sharp claws ripped through flesh and bone, leaving nothing but a mangled corpse in its wake.
We pressed on, our mission clear in our minds. We were here to cleanse this unhallowed ground, to rid it of the evil that had taken root. But with every step, the horrors grew more twisted, more grotesque. The demons crawled from the shadows, their forms shifting and contorting with each passing moment. They were nightmarish amalgamations of flesh and tentacles, their faces a mockery of sanity.
The shotgun became an extension of my arm, each shot a prayer for survival. The wendigo danced through the chaos, its hunger insatiable. Limbs were torn asunder, bodies rent in two. The demons howled in agony, their unearthly cries carrying through the night, a symphony of terror.
Hours turned into an eternity as we fought our way through the hive. The family's cries grew louder, their desperation fueling our resolve. Finally, we reached the heart of the infestation, a cavern bathed in an ethereal glow. The demons swarmed around us, their numbers seemingly endless.
But we were not so easily defeated. The wendigo's hunger had become a burning fire, an insatiable rage that consumed everything in its path. I fired round after round, my aim true, each shot finding its mark. The demons fell before us, their grotesque forms disintegrating into nothingness.
And then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over. The last demon fell, its dying screech echoing through the cavern. The wendigo stood before me, its chest heaving, blood dripping from its maw. We had triumphed, but at what cost?
I turned my gaze to the family, their eyes filled with a mix of awe and fear. They had witnessed the horrors unleashed upon their home, and yet, they were alive. The wendigo had saved them, had saved us all.
As we made our way back through the Appalachian Mountains, a new dawn broke on the horizon. The blood moon sank beneath the earth, its malevolent influence waning. The world seemed brighter, the air sweeter. We had faced the eldritch demons and emerged victorious.
But I knew, deep down, that the horrors we had faced would forever haunt us. The Appalachian Mountains held secrets that would never be spoken of, nightmares that would forever linger in the recesses of our minds. We had danced with the darkness and survived, but at what cost to our souls?
The wind whispered its final farewell as we disappeared into the fading mist, leaving behind a trail of blood and broken dreams. The legend of the man and his pet wendigo would be whispered among those who dared to tread these haunted mountains, a testament to the horrors that lay hidden beneath the surface.
And as the world moved on, ignorant of the terrors we had faced, I knew that the night would come again. The blood moon would rise, and once more, the man and his pet wendigo would be called upon to face the unspeakable.
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2023.06.02 06:14 Dead-Bowl-4572 I live in the middle of nowhere. My pet wendigo is a very good boy.
Blood Moon Rising
The Appalachian Mountains loomed before me like dark sentinels, their ancient peaks shrouded in an eerie mist. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the secrets of the forgotten. I tightened my grip on the shotgun in my hand, my knuckles turning white. Beside me stood a creature of legend, my pet wendigo, Milo. Its eyes glowed with a hunger that matched my own, its presence a twisted comfort in this desolate landscape.
We had been hired by a desperate family, a last resort for them. Their ancestral home nestled deep within these unforgiving mountains had become infested with eldritch demons. Creatures born from nightmares, they tore at the fabric of reality itself, preying on the weak and the unsuspecting. The family, driven to the brink of madness, had sought out our unique services, knowing that only the unholy alliance between man and wendigo stood a chance against these abominations. The family called them 'demons', and in my experience with real demons, these were not the real deal, but rather another undiscovered species of cryptid.
The moon hung low in the sky, casting an otherworldly glow upon the land. It was a blood moon, a harbinger of the horrors to come. We trudged through the thick underbrush, guided by the faint cries of the family's lost souls. Every step brought us deeper into the heart of darkness, the air thick with a sense of impending doom.
Suddenly, a guttural growl pierced the silence. I raised my shotgun, readying myself for the onslaught. The wendigo beside me crouched low, its elongated limbs poised to strike. From the shadows, a grotesque figure emerged. Its skin was a sickly gray, stretched taut over emaciated bones. Its eyes glowed with an unholy light, pulsating with a malevolence that sent shivers down my spine. It was humanoid, but barely resembling a living creature as its limbs contorted and twisted while its head snapped and clicked, its jaws drooling with hunger.
Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger.
The shotgun's blast echoed through the night, tearing through the creature's chest. It let out a shriek that curdled my blood, but still, it advanced. The wendigo leaped forward, tearing into the demon with a ferocity that defied nature. Its razor-sharp claws ripped through flesh and bone, leaving nothing but a mangled corpse in its wake.
We pressed on, our mission clear in our minds. We were here to cleanse this unhallowed ground, to rid it of the evil that had taken root. But with every step, the horrors grew more twisted, more grotesque. The demons crawled from the shadows, their forms shifting and contorting with each passing moment. They were nightmarish amalgamations of flesh and tentacles, their faces a mockery of sanity.
The shotgun became an extension of my arm, each shot a prayer for survival. The wendigo danced through the chaos, its hunger insatiable. Limbs were torn asunder, bodies rent in two. The demons howled in agony, their unearthly cries carrying through the night, a symphony of terror.
Hours turned into an eternity as we fought our way through the hive. The family's cries grew louder, their desperation fueling our resolve. Finally, we reached the heart of the infestation, a cavern bathed in an ethereal glow. The demons swarmed around us, their numbers seemingly endless.
But we were not so easily defeated. The wendigo's hunger had become a burning fire, an insatiable rage that consumed everything in its path. I fired round after round, my aim true, each shot finding its mark. The demons fell before us, their grotesque forms disintegrating into nothingness.
And then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over. The last demon fell, its dying screech echoing through the cavern. The wendigo stood before me, its chest heaving, blood dripping from its maw. We had triumphed, but at what cost?
I turned my gaze to the family, their eyes filled with a mix of awe and fear. They had witnessed the horrors unleashed upon their home, and yet, they were alive. The wendigo had saved them, had saved us all.
As we made our way back through the Appalachian Mountains, a new dawn broke on the horizon. The blood moon sank beneath the earth, its malevolent influence waning. The world seemed brighter, the air sweeter. We had faced the eldritch demons and emerged victorious.
But I knew, deep down, that the horrors we had faced would forever haunt us. The Appalachian Mountains held secrets that would never be spoken of, nightmares that would forever linger in the recesses of our minds. We had danced with the darkness and survived, but at what cost to our souls?
The wind whispered its final farewell as we disappeared into the fading mist, leaving behind a trail of blood and broken dreams. The legend of the man and his pet wendigo would be whispered among those who dared to tread these haunted mountains, a testament to the horrors that lay hidden beneath the surface.
And as the world moved on, ignorant of the terrors we had faced, I knew that the night would come again. The blood moon would rise, and once more, the man and his pet wendigo would be called upon to face the unspeakable.
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The Appalachian Mountains loomed before me like dark sentinels, their ancient peaks shrouded in an eerie mist. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the secrets of the forgotten. I tightened my grip on the shotgun in my hand, my knuckles turning white. Beside me stood a creature of legend, my pet wendigo, Milo. Its eyes glowed with a hunger that matched my own, its presence a twisted comfort in this desolate landscape.
We had been hired by a desperate family, a last resort for them. Their ancestral home nestled deep within these unforgiving mountains had become infested with eldritch demons. Creatures born from nightmares, they tore at the fabric of reality itself, preying on the weak and the unsuspecting. The family, driven to the brink of madness, had sought out our unique services, knowing that only the unholy alliance between man and wendigo stood a chance against these abominations. The family called them 'demons', and in my experience with real demons, these were not the real deal, but rather another undiscovered species of cryptid.
The moon hung low in the sky, casting an otherworldly glow upon the land. It was a blood moon, a harbinger of the horrors to come. We trudged through the thick underbrush, guided by the faint cries of the family's lost souls. Every step brought us deeper into the heart of darkness, the air thick with a sense of impending doom.
Suddenly, a guttural growl pierced the silence. I raised my shotgun, readying myself for the onslaught. The wendigo beside me crouched low, its elongated limbs poised to strike. From the shadows, a grotesque figure emerged. Its skin was a sickly gray, stretched taut over emaciated bones. Its eyes glowed with an unholy light, pulsating with a malevolence that sent shivers down my spine. It was humanoid, but barely resembling a living creature as its limbs contorted and twisted while its head snapped and clicked, its jaws drooling with hunger.
Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger.
The shotgun's blast echoed through the night, tearing through the creature's chest. It let out a shriek that curdled my blood, but still, it advanced. The wendigo leaped forward, tearing into the demon with a ferocity that defied nature. Its razor-sharp claws ripped through flesh and bone, leaving nothing but a mangled corpse in its wake.
We pressed on, our mission clear in our minds. We were here to cleanse this unhallowed ground, to rid it of the evil that had taken root. But with every step, the horrors grew more twisted, more grotesque. The demons crawled from the shadows, their forms shifting and contorting with each passing moment. They were nightmarish amalgamations of flesh and tentacles, their faces a mockery of sanity.
The shotgun became an extension of my arm, each shot a prayer for survival. The wendigo danced through the chaos, its hunger insatiable. Limbs were torn asunder, bodies rent in two. The demons howled in agony, their unearthly cries carrying through the night, a symphony of terror.
Hours turned into an eternity as we fought our way through the hive. The family's cries grew louder, their desperation fueling our resolve. Finally, we reached the heart of the infestation, a cavern bathed in an ethereal glow. The demons swarmed around us, their numbers seemingly endless.
But we were not so easily defeated. The wendigo's hunger had become a burning fire, an insatiable rage that consumed everything in its path. I fired round after round, my aim true, each shot finding its mark. The demons fell before us, their grotesque forms disintegrating into nothingness.
And then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over. The last demon fell, its dying screech echoing through the cavern. The wendigo stood before me, its chest heaving, blood dripping from its maw. We had triumphed, but at what cost?
I turned my gaze to the family, their eyes filled with a mix of awe and fear. They had witnessed the horrors unleashed upon their home, and yet, they were alive. The wendigo had saved them, had saved us all.
As we made our way back through the Appalachian Mountains, a new dawn broke on the horizon. The blood moon sank beneath the earth, its malevolent influence waning. The world seemed brighter, the air sweeter. We had faced the eldritch demons and emerged victorious.
But I knew, deep down, that the horrors we had faced would forever haunt us. The Appalachian Mountains held secrets that would never be spoken of, nightmares that would forever linger in the recesses of our minds. We had danced with the darkness and survived, but at what cost to our souls?
The wind whispered its final farewell as we disappeared into the fading mist, leaving behind a trail of blood and broken dreams. The legend of the man and his pet wendigo would be whispered among those who dared to tread these haunted mountains, a testament to the horrors that lay hidden beneath the surface.
And as the world moved on, ignorant of the terrors we had faced, I knew that the night would come again. The blood moon would rise, and once more, the man and his pet wendigo would be called upon to face the unspeakable.
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