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Resentment towards cheating boyfriend. (23M) (22F)

2023.06.05 08:44 NegativeTraffic9974 Resentment towards cheating boyfriend. (23M) (22F)

Me (22F) and my boyfriend (23M) have been on and off together for about 8 years. He has cheated multiple multiple times, disrespected me, made me look stupid.. the list goes on and on. However, the majority of this happened when we were in highschool. I have been able to chop most of this up to us just being young. I was 16-17 and so was he. I always wanted him, always wanted to be in a relationship with him, always have spoiled him and just yearned for love from him. When we were in highschool, it was always me pouring out my feelings to him, crying to him, begging him to change and settle down with me. Texting paragraphs after paragraphs explaining my feelings to him while he would often times blow what im saying off, ignore me or break up with me because im stressing him out. It was always like we would break up for months.. sometimes maybe even a year depending on how bad the break up was. 99.9% of the time, it was him breaking up with me because he was “stressed”. During those breaks would go out and sleep with girls, sometimes date other people.. but somehow he always found his way back to me with the same old apologies and claiming that he has changed.
Fast forward to November of 2021. We got back together (again we were always on and off) During this time we were way older than we were in highschool. This was our first time giving our relationship as adults a shot. About 2 months into talking, we had our worst break up of all. I caught him cheating.. yet again, it got a little physical… we stopped talking for an entire year. During that year, he moved in with the girl he cheated on me with and continued to sleep with the same girls i found in his phone. After he cheated, he didnt even bother reaching out and apologizing or explaining himself to me. We were doing so good. I was left in utter confusion.
After about a year, he reached out to me and told me he wanted to talk. I ignored it for a very long time but something in the back of my mind kept eating away at me dying to know what he wouldve said if i replied. A couple months after that, I told him i wanted to talk. I desperately needed closure.
Long story short, he profusely apologized to me and opened up to me in a way I have never seen from him before. He was so honest and open and caring about my feelings. It was a significant change. It is almost like he had to feel he really lost me to see how much he really loved me.
We have been talking again for about 3 months. He is still extremely open, reassuring, I have the passwords to his phone, he shares his location with me, he is more vulnerable, not closed off at all. Everything I have been wanting from him since we were 16. The problem is, I have now made a choice to be with him again. With making that choice, I have agreed to move on from the past and work on becoming a better us. However, i am always so mad at him. I have this anger and resentment in me for him. For betraying my trust and making me look stupid for years. I find myself getting mad with him over the smallest things and being short tempered and annoyed with him. The reason I think this is happening is because I cant get my mind off the past. I am so hurt about it but it feels like it hurts worse to not be with him so I deal with the hurt. I have never felt this confused in my life. I have never wanted to be with somebody so much because I see the change and the effort he is trying to make but now the roles are reversed. He text me and calls me all the time, he is fighting for the relationship more than me this time and I am almost checked out because I cant get over these feelings.
Yes, I know I’m dumb and I have put up with alot more than I should have. So please, someone just give me advice on where i should go from here. Has anyone ever went through this??
Side note: I have tried ending it alot of times because I have acknowledged that this anger and nasty attitude is not healthy for either one of us. If he has changed, he should be with someone who fully appreciates that change… no matter how bad it may hurt me. While I do slightly appreciate that change.. I feel it is too little too late. I feel myself sort of falling out of love. When i try to break up with him, He is left confused because he is doing everything right. He guilt trips me by saying If i wasnt ready I should have never reached out to him and that I never loved him in the first place because I’m no longer giving 110% to this relationship.
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2023.06.05 08:09 sadnesslaughs An immortal warrior with centuries of combat experience settles down to run an orphanage. Slave traders kidnap some of the children.... Big mistake.

“Miss Alexandria?” The child called out, tugging on the warrior’s dress. She had been asleep in her rocking chair, enjoying the small amount of rest she got from the chaotic orphanage. She opened her one good eye, staring down at Bronson.
“Did Lucy hit you with her training sword again? Honestly, she’s going to make a feisty warrior someday.” Alexandria chuckled, only to squint when she noticed the look of fear on Bronson’s face. She immediately stood up from her chair, staggering a little as the chair violently rocked from the sudden movement. “What happened?”
“Robed people. Lots of them! They came out of the woods and grabbed Lucy and the others. I… I wanted to help, but…” Bronson teared up, wiping his snotty nose on the edge of her dress.
“No, no, dear. You did good. Now I can rescue them. If you didn’t tell me, I might never have known. Now, where did they go?”
“T-towards the waterfall. The one near the big dumb dumb rock.”
“The dumb dumb rock? Oh, right, the one you all drew a face on. Never thought the dumb dumb rock would become a marker. Stay here and keep quiet. If anyone comes to the door that isn’t me, hide. If they find you, stab em with something pointy.” Alexandria instructed.
Alexandria went and found her sword, sliding it into its sheath. As she was about to leave, she heard Bronson call out. The child was already rummaging through the kitchen, looking for something sharp to hide with.
“Are they monsters?”
“Worse.” She headed out, following the path the kids took, finding her way quickly towards the dumb dumb rock. From the rock, she followed the water, seeing bloodstains along the way. As she continued to follow the stains, she finally came to the slavers’ camp, noticing that the blood hadn’t come from a child. Instead, it came from a slaver who was holding his shoulder.
“She stabbed me. The little brat stabbed me with my dagger. What sort of kid does that?” The slaver whined to his unsympathetic friend. “Not to mention she was biting my arm the whole time I carried her, calling me all sorts of names. Who raised that monster?” Alexandria smirked, unable to help feeling a little proud of what she was hearing. “Good job, Lucy.” She whispered to herself as she pushed past the nearby trees, stepping out into the clearing. As soon as she stepped out, she drew her blade.
She swiftly beheaded the wounded slaver, not bothering with a grand entrance. The slavers’ friend too stunned to move after the strike. With the first slaver down, she went straight for the other man, driving the blade into his knee before he could even think about getting up. Alexandria leaned her weight onto the handle of the blade, pushing it deeper.
“Where are they?”
“Where are who?”
“My kids.” She put more of her weight onto the handle, staring into his eyes as she did. “Where are they?”
“Boss has them. I’m only the one that grabs them. I don’t have any other role in the-“ She swung her fist, cracking it against his jaw. After the hit, she pulled her blade free and held the sword to their chest.
“And the boss is?”
“Right behind you.” A grizzled voice laughed. A hand went to wrap around her throat, only to miss as she ducked and sent an elbow flying into the man’s stomach. Alexandria glanced back at the man, noticing a dagger in the man’s scabbard. She pinched the dagger and drove it into his stomach.
“Attack before speaking. That would be my advice to you if you weren’t a dead man. Now I’ll ask once this only once. Where are my kids? The answer will determine how quick this all is.” Her attention was pulled away from the common slaver, focusing on their boss. She shoved the man to the ground and placed her foot on the wound, applying unhelpful pressure, digging the hell of her shoe against it.
“Go to hell.” He said, coughing up blood. Trying to keep some bravado in this situation.
Alexandria saw something strange on the man’s face. That split second smirk. She knew what was coming. Her back was turned and that idiot behind her had found a weapon. She could easily kill him before he attacked, but she wanted to give them a brief glimpse of hell before they went there. As the sword pierced her toned body, she didn’t even flinch, feeling the hot pain that she had felt hundreds of times. The confident grin of the boss fading as the grey-haired warrior still stood over him.
He couldn’t speak, but there was something about his look that amused her. The boss’s eyes were wide, filled with fear as he squirmed beneath her foot. Alexandria turned her head, peering over her shoulder at the slaver behind her. They had already released the sword and were fleeing back towards the dumb dumb rock. As they were about to escape, a small child jumped out wielding a sword nearly as big as herself. She swung it, almost taking her own arm off with the weapon. The blade collided with the slaver, hitting their side, throwing them to the floor.
“I… hah.. heard your voice, so I escaped from the rope they tied us up with.” She hunched over, panting, trying to get her breath back.
“Look away for a moment, dear.” She said as she placed her foot over the boss’s mouth, trying to muffle his screams as she killed him. Once she was done with the boss, she went over to the other slaver. Alexandria making quick work of them, too. When she turned back to Lucy, she could see her peeking through her fingers.
“Wow, you were so cool. You were like. Swing! Woosh, bang.” Lucy cheered.
“I was not like swing, whoosh and bang. It was swing, slash, chop.”
“Whatever, it was cool. When are you going to teach me that?”
“Aren’t you a little scared? You were just being held by slavers?”
Lucy placed a finger to her lip, thinking about it. Before responding with a loud.
“NOPE. I knew you would save me. Plus, Bronson escaped. It was only a matter of time before you got here.”
“Your confidence in me is charming. Now, where are the others?”
Alexandria followed Lucy to a tent, helping to free the others. When she finished freeing the last child, she found herself a little confused. Why did they all look so afraid of her? Had they heard the screams? Alexandria couldn’t help but feel a little self conscious about her warrior ways. She was trying so hard to be a good caretaker. Sadly, a scarred and one-eyed warrior didn’t make the most motherly figure.
“Um, Mom?” Lucy said.
“Yes, dear?” Alexandria felt her heart jump for joy at being called mom, those worries leaving her for a moment, as she crouched before Lucy. “What is it, dear?”
“You have a sword stuck in you… Wait, I’ll get it.”
“Wait, Lucy!”
Without wasting a moment, Lucy tugged on the sword, pulling it out, much to the horror of the other children. The others assuming they had just watched their caretaker get brutally killed in front of them. When the sword was pulled free, the wound closed.
“I’m ok. I promise. It’s a magic trick. Please stop crying.” Alexandria gave Lucy a cold, motherly stare. The child guiltily looking away, pretending not to notice it.
Eventually Alexandria calmed the children down, guiding them all home. As they neared the orphanage, she noticed someone had forced the door open. She released her grip on the children’s hands, rushing into the orphanage.
“WHO THE HELL IS IN HERE? I’M IN A BAD MOOD, SO UNLESS YOU WISH TO SEE YOUR OWN INSIDES I WOULD SUGGEST LEAVING.” She screamed, hoping she was out of earshot of the children. As she glanced around the room, she would notice a rather proud Bronson holding a fork while a man sat in her rocking chair, nursing his shoulder.
“Trent? What are you doing here?”
“Oh, hey. I just heard some slavers were in the area and wanted to warn you. When I noticed the door was locked, I assumed the worst and broke it open to offer my support. Well, seems you didn’t need my help. Your guard valiantly stabbed me with a fork.” Alexandria turned to Bronson, who triumphantly held his fork up, showing her. She let out a giggle as she walked over to Bronson, ruffling his hair before turning to her friend.
“You let yourself get stabbed by a fork? Your reflexes have gotten slow. Were all my years of training you for nothing? Also, what is with that beard? How do you ever expect to find a nice wife if you can’t keep yourself looking tidy? Oh, is that mud on your shoes, too?” Alexandria grinned, giving him a lecture. She could see him sliding down deeper into the chair, in more pain from the lecture than the fork wound. When she finished tormenting him, she finished it with. “It’s good to see you again, friend. I’ll be right back.”
“I kept him here all by myself.” Bronson smiled.
“Yes, you did. Now be a good boy and make sure the others are ok when they get inside.”
The rest of the children entered, Lucy still holding the sword that she had pulled from her mother. When she saw Trent, she threw the sword aside, jumping onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Uncle Trent, it’s so good to see you again. I stabbed someone today.”
“Huh? Oh, um. That’s nice.” He said, patting her back, before giving the other kids a smile.
“Uncle Trent? Where?” Bronson muttered, staring at the man.
“Right here. How could you not tell it was him? He’s Mom’s friend. He used to travel with her a lot. She said he was hopeless. Remember?”
“Ouch, you didn’t have to repeat that part. I’m more of a historian than a fighter. It’s not my fault I’m a little hopeless with a weapon. I can carry my own in a fight, though.” He tried to defend himself. Wanting to remind them that being an adventurer was secondary to his work as a historian.
“Uncle Trent? You’ve gotten fatter.” Bronson said with a harsh, unfiltered bit of childish honesty.
“Oh, um.”
“I didn’t know you had a beard.” Bronson joined the hug, getting on the other side of Trent.
“I thought it made me look more sophisticated. Don’t you agree?”
“It makes you look old.” Bronson responded.
“Ah. Maybe I should shave it.” He laughed, only to see Alexandria watching him, a smile on her face as she threw the bandages on his lap.
Aren’t you going to fix me up?”
“It’s just a scratch. You can handle it. I have to make sure the kids are alright, anyway. You can stay for dinner if you would like to, Uncle Trent.”
“Don’t you start calling me that, too.”
“You should be happy. It means they think of you as family. I guess you spend a lot of time around here. “
“Of course I do. I record history and you’re the best source of it I can find. No one else has lived-“
“Oh, right. Sorry. I should be going. I just wanted to make sure you’re safe.”
“Make sure I’m safe? I appreciate it, even if it’s unneeded.”
“Aww, you’re going already, Uncle Trent. I was hoping you would spar with me. Mom’s too strong.” Lucy whined.
“Next time. I promise. I’ll bring some presents too.”
“Yay. I want a castle.”
“A little out of my budget. How about a replica sword?”
“Yes. Make sure it looks dangerous.”
“What do I get?” Bronson asked.
“A new fork.”
“Aww, I don’t want a fork.”
“Fine, maybe I’ll find you something else. If you promise to behave.”
“Ok.” Trent stood up and made his way to the door, giving them a wave. “I’ll see you later. Maybe next week if I’m not busy.”
“Ok, bye Uncle Trent, sorry about stabbing you.” Bronson said.
“It’s ok. I appreciate the apology.”
When he left, Alexandria gathered the children, making sure they were all ok. When she was certain they weren’t hurt, she asked them what they would like to help cheer them up. Lucy tried to get the group to agree on a new sword, but she was outnumbered by the vote for cookies. A vote she wasn’t upset about losing. The kids went to play as Alexandria went to the kitchen, preparing the treats.
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2023.06.05 07:22 RelevantTumbleweed20 Went to a Korean Kareoke

It was fun, and the girl who served us said next time we come she will give us extra kimchi and winked, fun overall, sung chop suey
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2023.06.05 04:32 Valuable-Ad974 Budget/Beater Knife Sale WTT/WTS

Good evening, I have several knives on the chopping block. I will make deals on bundles just ask. Would only like to trade for a Smock, can do a big bundle for the Smock if interested. Pm with any questions.
CRKT Helical SOLD BUNDLE sv 25/ tv 25 Tanto Ken Onion design, looks to be unsharpened
CRKT VASP SOLD BUNDLE sv 20/ tv 20 Looks unsharpened, tip down
Gerber Covert FAST SOLD BUNDLE sv 30/ tv 30 Some light scratches at end of blade, solid assisted knife, tip down
Gerber Air Ranger sv 20/ tv 20 Has been sharpened pretty poorly, scratch marks on end of blade
Lonestar Knives OTF sv 30/ tv 30 Beefy cheap OTF, scratched up clip and button
Milano Switchblade sv 20/ tv 20 Scratched up blade, states 440 stainless steel
Schrade Old Timer sv 20/ tv 20 1520t steel, solid little fixed blade
CRKT Ripple SOLD BUNDLE sv 25/ tv 25 Ken Onion design flipper, tip down, pretty fun fidget
Boker Tenshi Brass SOLD sv 30/ tv 30 VG-10, has some patina. Liner lock will fail if force is applied, shown in video.
Sold the 3 CRKT’s and Gerber Covert FAST for $90
Will sell final 4 in bundle for $70
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2023.06.05 03:39 ogshug Out of control gray hair, need help :(

Out of control gray hair, need help :(
Hey, y’all! So I’m 31 years old and I already have a lot of gray hair on my hairline :( The hair is very unruly/unmanageable and I have a hard time keeping them down with gel and edge control. Any advice on ways to keep the grays in check? Or any hairstyles (preferably braids) where my hairline can be covered/hidden? (Not wigs/frontals) Also I haven’t had a relaxer since my big chop in 2013 if that’s helpful. TIA!
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2023.06.05 03:30 passionlessDrone Temperature seems way off

Been cooking thin pork chops for 30 minutes at “425”.
I am frankly getting kind of tired of replacing parts on a one year old grill. (Already replaced control panel, and heating chamber door).
Any way to fix this?
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2023.06.05 03:20 Forgetful_Frog (Day 8) Fight Fire With Gasoline, Shut Me Up, Feel Good Inc, and Tears Over Beers are in! What should I put in next? (Top comment(s) gets to choose the next song)

(Day 8) Fight Fire With Gasoline, Shut Me Up, Feel Good Inc, and Tears Over Beers are in! What should I put in next? (Top comment(s) gets to choose the next song)
Just a reminder, make sure to check my other posts on this sub to see what other songs I added to the playlist. Have a good one!
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2023.06.05 02:27 kmorton82 quick custom help

My friends 4 year old just passed away and I want to print them a model to remember her. Her 2 favorite things are care bears and Eevee from pokemon. I have a care bear.stl but I need a picture of Eevee on its chest. Anyone help a brother out
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2023.06.05 01:54 JoshAsdvgi The Man-Eating Wife,

The Man-Eating Wife,

The Man-Eating Wife,
the Little Old Woman and the Morning Star

A man and a woman lived by themselves in a clearing in the forest.
The man hunted; the woman raised beans and corn.
One day, when the woman sat in front of the fire baking an ash cake, a large spark flew out and burned her.
She rubbed the spot with her finger, and when it began to blister she wet her finger in her mouth and rubbed the blister; in this way she got the taste of her own flesh, and she liked it.
She took a flint knife, cut out the burnt piece of flesh and ate it.
The taste was so agreeable that she took a coal of fire, burned another place on her arm, cut out the flesh and ate it.
The desire grew upon her and she kept burning and eating herself till she had eaten all the flesh she could reach on her arms and legs.
The man had a dog that was wise and was his friend.
The dog sat by the fire and watched the woman.
When she was about half through eating herself, she said to him, “You had better go and tell your friend to run away and to take you with him.
If he doesn’t hurry off, I shall eat both of you.”
The dog ran as fast as he could and when he came to where the man was hunting, he told him what had happened, that his wife had become a ONGWEIAS (Man-eater) and was going to eat herself and then eat them.
The man and the dog started off. The dog’s legs were short, he couldn’t run fast, so the man put him in a hollow tree and commanded him to become punk. The dog was willing, for he wanted his master to save himself.
The man went on as fast as he could till he came to a river with high banks. By the river sat an old man.
“Grandfather,” said the man, “I am in great trouble.
Put me across the river; save me, my wife is following me I she wants to kill and eat me.”
“I know she is following you,” said the old man, “but she is still a long way off. I will put you across but first you must bring me a basketful of fish from my fish pond.”
The man went for the fish.
The pond was enclosed.
On the bank was a basket with a handle.
The man caught a large number of fish, filled the basket and carried it to the old man, who cooked the fish and then said, “Sit down and eat with me.”
They ate together, then the old man said, “Now you must bring me a basketful of groundnuts.”
The man ran to the old man’s garden, dug up the groundnuts as quickly as possible and carried them to him.
After he had cooked and eaten the nuts, he said, “Now I will put you across the river.”
He lay down at the edge of the water and, leaning on his elbows, stretched his neck to the opposite bank, and called out, “Walk across on my neck, but be careful, I am not as strong as I used to be.”
The man walked over carefully, then the old man bade him, good-bye, saying, “Far off in the West you will come to a large bark house; that house belongs to your three aunts; they will help you.”
After the women sent the dog away, she took a stick, and pushing the marrow out of her bones, ate it.
She filled her bones with pebbles and the pebbles rattled as she moved.
Every little while she stopped eating and danced and when she heard the stones rattle in her legs and arms, she said, “Oh, that sounds good!”
The woman devoured everything in the cabin, meat, bread, skins, everything that could be eaten, and when there was nothing left she started off to find her husband.
She came upon his tracks and followed them.
Once in a while she stopped and danced and listened with delight to the rattle of the pebbles in her bones; then she went on again.
When she came to the bank of the river and saw the old ferryman she screamed to him, “Old man, come and put me across the river; I am following my husband.
Be quick!”
The fisherman turned slowly toward her, and said, “I can’t put you across.
There is no crossing for a woman who is chasing her husband to catch and eat him.”
But the woman urged and begged till at last the old man said, “I’ll put you across, but first you must bring me a basketful of fish, and dig me a basketful of groundnuts.”
She brought the fish and the nuts, but when they were cooked she wouldn’t eat with the old man.
She would eat nothing now but human flesh.
After the old man had eaten the fish and the nuts he stretched his neck across the river but in the form of a horse’s neck, very narrow and arching.
The woman was angry, and asked, “How do you think I am going to walk on that?”
“You can do as you like,” answered he, “I am old.
I can’t make my neck flat; it would break.
As it is you must walk carefully.”
No matter how the woman raged, she had to stay where she was or cross on the arched neck.
At last she started, picking her steps and scolding as she went.
The water was deep and full of terrible creatures.
When the woman reached the middle of the river the old man, angry because she scolded, jerked his neck.
She fell into the water and that minute was seized and devoured all except her stomach; that floated down the river and past the house of the three aunts.
The woman’s life was in her stomach.
The aunts were watching, for their nephew had been at the house and they had promised to help him; they caught the stomach, chopped it up and killed it.
The husband hurried on till he came to a forest where he found a young woman gathering sticks.
“Where are you going?” asked the woman.
“I am going on till I find pleasant pleasant to live with.”
“Stay here and be my husband,” said the woman.
“We can live happily if you can manage my Grandmother, who is a little old woman and very troublesome.”
The woman was good-looking, pleasant and young; the man was glad to go home with her.
When they came to the cabin the little old woman was sitting outside, she was not half as tall as an ordinary person and was very thick.
As soon as she saw them she called out, “Oh, you have brought a husband! Give him something to eat.”
“Ask him in, Grandmother,” said the young woman.
The old woman said, “Come in!”
They followed her into the cabin and sat down, then she picked up a club and began to beat her granddaughter, saying, “You want a husband, do you?”
She struck and struck and the woman endured the blows without saying a word.
The next morning the old woman said to her grandson, “We must go to the island and hunt.”
They went—
The island was low and in the center of a deep lake.
They landed and drew up the canoe, then the old woman said, pointing in a direction away from the landing, “Take your place over there, I will drive the game toward you.”
When the man had gone some distance he turned and saw that the old woman was in the canoe and paddling off as fast as she could go.
He called to her, but she didn’t answer.
He stayed all day on the island; there was no way of escape.
After a while he noticed water marks very high up on the trees and then he knew that at times the island was almost under water.
When night came the water began to rise; the man climbed the tallest tree he could find ; the water kept rising and he kept climbing.
About half way between midnight and morning, when all the smaller trees were covered, the man was at the very top of the high tree and around was a crowd of creatures waiting to devour him.
All at once the man saw the Morning Star shining brightly.
Then he remembered that in his youth the Morning Star had promised him, in a dream, to help him in time of trouble or peril, and he thought, “If the Morning Star will hurry the day and make light come quickly, the water will go down and I will be saved.”
And he called out, “Oh, Morning Star, hurry on the day; Oh Morning Star, hurry on the day!
When I was young you promised to help me if I were ever in great peril.”
The Morning Star lived in a beautiful house and had a small boy as servant, hearing the voice he called to the boy, “Who is that shouting on the island?”
“Oh,” said the boy, “that is the husband of the little old woman’s Granddaughter.
He says that when he was young you promised in a dream, to help him.”
“Yes, I did promise,” said Morning Star. “Let day come right away!”
Day came immediately and the water on the island went down at once.
When the ground was dry the man slipped down from the tree and going to the landing place buried himself in the sand, leaving only his nostrils and eyes exposed. Early in the forenoon the little old woman came in a canoe and pulling it up on the beach, she said to herself, “The flesh of my granddaughter’s husband is eaten up, but maybe his bones are left; they are young and full of nice marrow.
I’ll find them and eat the marrow.”
And she began to search for the bones.
When she was far enough away, the man crawled out of the sand, sprang into the canoe, pushed out, and paddled away.
When he was some distance from the island the old woman turned, and seeing him, cried out, “Come back, my Grandson, come back ! I’ll never play another trick on you. I will love you.”
“Oh, no!” called the man, “You’ll not play another trick on me,” and he hurried on. When night came and the water began to rise the old woman climbed the tall pine tree.
Halfway between midnight and morning, when the water was near the top of the tree, and the creatures in the water were waiting to eat her.
She screamed out to the Morning Star, “When I was young, you promised to help me if ever I were in distress.
Help me now.”
The Morning Star heard the voice and called to his boy, “Is that man on the island yet?”
“Oh, no!” answered the boy.
“He got off yesterday; that is the little old woman herself.
She says that, when she was young, you promised in a dream that if ever she were in trouble you would help her.”
“Oh, no!” said the Morning Star.
“I never had any conversation with that old woman, I never made her any promise.”
The Morning Star went to sleep and let day come at its own time.
The water rose till it reached the top of the pine tree, then the creatures of the lake seized the little old woman and ate her up.
The man went home to his wife and they lived happily ever after.
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2023.06.05 01:24 jkschweintheschwat Please help a newbie :-) My first dive into the world of nicer chef's knives...

Hey all! Never actually post on reddit so bear with me...
I've been looking to get myself a nice chef's knife for YEARS now. Long story short, it's time. I have the cash, I have something to celebrate. I cook every single night. And I'm a (albeit frugal - haven't splurged yet have I) blade junkie.
Please. Give this newbie some recommendations :-) I've filled out the questionnaire as requested. I think that should cover most of the bases in terms of what I'm looking for.
What budget, currency, and region are you based in/can purchase from? ​ - Budget is 300 or less. 200 is better but could splurge on the right knife. I am located in the USA (Oregon, moving to Arizona). There are a few high-end local knife shops in my area. I'd love to go and hold the knife before buying... Not sure if anyone is willing to look at the brands offered at these shops and offer advice but I've included links. https://knifehouse.com/ https://www.seisukeknife.com/
What length, handle type, and profile are you looking for? ​ - Length: 210 or 240mm. Profile/shape: Gyuto most likely. Love the look of the kiritsuke but my understanding is it is slightly more specialized in practical applications. Think of this as a "one knife to rule them all" for years to come (getting a hammy down Shun paring knife to complement the full size). My guess is this leads me down the gyuto path. Handle: JAPANESE. Octagonal. Heptagonal. Oval. D Shape. All feel good. But can't stand the way Western style handles feel (for me).
Intended use case of the knife? Be as specific as possible ​ - General kitchen prep. Trim silver skin off game meat (zero bones - I have beater knives for bone work). Slice chicken. Slice onions. Chop veggies and herbs.
Do you prefer a high-performance knife with a thin, fragile edge or a knife that trades off cutting performance for a more durable and forgiving edge? ​ - High performance all the way. I like to think I take extremely good care of my stuff. Buy once, cry once, maintain, and it'll last a lifetime. Enjoy maintenance rather than it being a chore (I use a fountain pen...). I already use "high carbon" blades for outdoor use (A2 steel). I want effortless slicing and am willing to baby a knife within reason (nothing too nice I'm afraid to use it - aka no mirror finishes for me as I'd be polishing every day).
Do you require a stainless knife? ​ - Absolutely not. Metallurgy is fascinating, but admittedly somewhat over my head. I am no expert. That said I seem to like the idea of a Blue Super AS, Blue #1/2, White #1/2. Heard about these powdered steel knives... but know little about them. Big reason I want to upgrade from my stainless beater knives is I want the edge to last longer after a sharpening process. I need a harder steel. I love the look of a patina. And will take measures to avoid rust.
What knives have you owned? What do you like/dislike about them? - Crappy knife block from college. Grandfather's old chef's knife (I LOVE) but doesn't hold an edge long (old-school cheap stainless) and requires a touch-up before every cooking session. I've bought my brother a nice kitchen knife before I got myself one! Help me... I have a SpyderCo Para 2 in CPM3v daily wearer (LOVE) and a Bark River Canadian Special for the field, but use an outdoor edge with replaceable blades for the dirty work. I learned to use a whetstone on the college beaters. I can finally justify getting myself a nice knife.
What knives are you considering? What knives from the flowcharts interest you? Provide links where possible. ​- For the longest time ever I wanted a Moritaka 240mm gyuto. But upon further research it appears there may be some overgrind issues? Also, the bevel starts pretty low... A lifetime of sharpening may result in needing to thin the blade down the line, removing the kurouchi finish (which I heard wasn't that resilient anyways?) but that seems like a sin. I want a slicer. Higher initial grind point and thinner blade = better performance at the cost of durability. Correct me if I'm wrong...It simply seems that there may be better options at this price point. I do like the "unpolished" kinda rough around the edges look of the Moritaka though. ​I've heard great things about Yoshihiro Aogami Super but I can't find them in stock anywhere. Upon checking out the flowchart I can say I like the look of the Tadafusa blue 2 Nashiji and the Tsunehisa AS Migaki 210mm. For whatever reason I'm not nuts about Damascus aesthetics. Cool don't get me wrong. But Shun is everywhere around me lol I'm no hipster but gimme something different.
Any other additional context that you would like to give? (finishes, special requests, specific materials, height requirements, etc.) ​ - Rounded choil is a plus. I like the pinch grip. HRC 62-64 preferred, but yes there are other factors to consider in knife making... Aogami (Blue) Super? I do like rocking chopping... So "some" belly would be nice.
​​Anyone out there that loves their knife and has a suggestion/recommendation please lay it on me :-) your guidance is most appreciated! Thanks reddit community!​
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2023.06.05 01:15 Mizzno [H] Games [W] Lost Ruins, Lone Fungus, Offers

For sale, for Steam gift cards (or gifted Steam Wallet balance):

For trade:
*tentatively up for trade, assuming I buy the bundle


IGS Rep Page: https://www.reddit.com/IGSRep/comments/ti26nz/mizznos_igs_rep_page/
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2023.06.05 01:15 Kitchenkrab Daron is incredible

I’ve been listening to SOAD since I was 10, off and on. I’m 30 now and this time around I really started to feel their music like never before. It hits different now. I’m deeply inspired by Darons artistry, I can’t get over how good his voice is and his stage presence. I am really into the acapella clip of Daron singing chop suey, and one of his (after 2010) smaller live shows doing a cover of China Girl.
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2023.06.05 00:44 Jaded_Community723 Diffuse Large B Cell Treatment Protocol Up and Down-not reacting to treatment plans

I hope making this thread isnt a mistake as I'm prone to anxiety but I feel like this is the best place to vent and my parents are lovely and sensitive people that I can't talk to regarding my feelings of doom.
I was diagnosed with Diffuse Large B Cell at Stage 2 at the end of January 2023. I'm 31.
Was placed on a 6th month weekly regimen that consisted of E Chop with myself going through one day of a longer chemo session, afterward carrying a pump around for 24 hrs for 4 days or so, until one final shorter infusion followed by a shot.
After the 2nd treatment, I was seeing amazing results. The lymph node I had was the size of a golf ball under my armpit, and treatment helped drastically reduce the size. My quality of life immediately improved. The tumor under my armpit had been impacting my brachial plexus and had been making the pain in my back very stiff. My parents were constantly massaging it as it somewhat helped Also had heaps of tingles, throbbing, weakness, pain I could only describe as "sharp" and as if it was flowing through my blood (this is a blood cancer). My right arm was essentially useless and oxycodone gabapentin helped a lot.
Come to around the third treatment, I noticed that the mass felt like it was growing again. I immediately contacted my oncologist. Was placed on radiation treatment. After two weeks...scan showed that radiation was doing nothing to relieve size. It was essentially almost back to its original size and causing me distress every day.
Next plan is... Emergency chemo followed by Cart T Cell which has thankfully been approved (was told that treatment usually costs $850,000).
Now...I'm in the hospital waiting for my Cart T Cell Treatment. I'm pretty scared... terrified. I feel like my body is doing an incredible job at killing itself by not reacting to treatment. Taking it day by day...constantly paranoid about my health.
I guess I wanted to reach out to people that may have experienced something similar. I miss my old life...I miss being normal. I took so many things for granted.
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2023.06.05 00:37 Fadeyrocketleague Need some songs to learn

Electric guitarist here, been playing for around 6 months and I just recently learnt how to play Crazy Train and Chop Suey! Here asking for suggestions to learn, I like metal and rock. Oh and I’ve learnt some deftones too. Thank you !
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2023.06.04 23:35 Real_Sweet9190 WIBTA if I refused to cut my husband's haor

I (31 F) have been a barber for about 12 years. When my husband (38M) and I first got together 6 years ago I was working at an hourly place and we were long distance so I had no issues cutting his hair when I went over to his place.
Since I've been independent and renting my own booth I've set a boundary with everyone in my family and friend group that I will not cut hair at home unless it's an absolute emergency. I have a key to the shop I'm at now so it's no issue to come in after hours and cut hair if it's really necessary. The last time I cut my husband's hair at home was 2 years ago the night before our maternity pictures because we didn't have time to get to the shop and I paid a lot for the pictures so I wanted him to look good.
Over the last year he's started complaining about me no longer cutting his hair at home. I explain that it's easier for me to do it at the shop vs at home because it's less clean up and it's just a better result if I can do it in my chair at the salon. I also said I don't do home haircuts anymore in general unless it's someone in hospice or if they can't physically leave their house which is very rare.
Last time I cut his hair was 2 months ago so he's due. He doesn't look bad but it's time. So I told him last week that if he reminded me when I got home I'd do it before he left town to go to work. He didn't remind me and I got busy with our son so it didn't happen. Yesterday when I called him during my lunch I asked him to drop something off at the shop for me that I forgot. During the call he said he needed a haircut so I said no problem you can drive me to work tomorrow and I can do it before or after my shift. He started going off about how he didn't want to take our 16 mo old into the shop and have him run around while he got his haircut. He went onto say he'd just wait until my mom could watch him and he'd go somewhere else to get his haircut because he was tired of looking homeless and he was tired of jumping through my hoops everytime he wanted a haircut. His hair doesn't look bad just scruffy it's only an inch long on the side right now and his beard would still look fine if he didn't take his trimmers and start chopping at it. I told him to forget the favor I asked for and said I wasn't going to get into that conversation when I was working before hanging up. We haven't talked about it since.
The problem is we leave for a trip Tuesday morning and most of the Barbershops in my town are closed Mondays and the walk-in places usually have a 2+ hour wait all day. So I know he's going to end up having to ask me on my day off if I will cut his hair. After his temper tantrum I don't want to cut his hair. So WIBTA if I told him I'm no longer going to cut his hair after what he said.
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2023.06.04 23:20 LostPistachio [Dactyl Generator] I've released big improvements to previews and renders

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2023.06.04 21:21 sinlad A Belgian Jieffeco Commercial Pistol and a Dreyse M1907 saved from the chop saw yesterday. Both are over 100 hundred years old, and are going to live in a firearm safety class.

A Belgian Jieffeco Commercial Pistol and a Dreyse M1907 saved from the chop saw yesterday. Both are over 100 hundred years old, and are going to live in a firearm safety class. submitted by sinlad to milsurp [link] [comments]

2023.06.04 21:19 sinlad A Belgian Jieffeco Commercial Pistol and a Dreyse M1907 saved from the chop saw yesterday. Both are over 100 hundred years old, and are going to live in a firearm safety class.

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2023.06.04 21:08 Nightrider119 If you had to recommend one System of a down song. Which would it be?

I'm very new to the band and need a song to get me started. A gateway drug to System of a down. Recommend the song that you think best represents them.
Update: I listened to Chop Suey, thank you to everyone who recommended it. I plan on listening to some more of your recommendations soon.
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2023.06.04 21:02 fingerhoe 2 weeks of Autoflower

2 weeks of Autoflower
The three pics here have a 9 and 3 day gap between them. I think this plant in general does a good job of showing any of the few remaining holdouts(stubborn old heads) that autoflowers arent to be dismissed. With the right genetics and proper technique they will put out more weight per watt hour than any photo I've found.
Some breeders still definitely suck, and some aspects of growing these plants is more tricky but if I can chop an auto while I wait for photos to veg AND have a different structure and flavor in the stach, I can't see why I wouldn't.
I really wish I could remember which strain this is exactly but I can't, it's either Mephisto, night Owl or roc bud and was grown in 5g airpots, promix bx, NFTG one shot and cheap Chinese QB lights.
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2023.06.04 20:54 Fukui_San86 Keaton's Screen Loves - Who's Your Pick?

We're nearing the end of the series! (sigh) I thought it'd be fun to look back at his romantic pursuits.
In every movie, Buster pursues a lovely lady. Which one would you court if you had the choice? Links to google image search results for each.
Three Ages - Margaret Leahy, fetching in animal skins, roman garb, or modern clothes.
Our Hospitality - Natalie Talmadge, Buster's real life (first) wife, but don't hold that against her. You can pay her a visit, but you may not want to leave.
Sherlock, Jr. - Kathryn McGuire. Solves the case when she's tired of waiting for Buster to do it.
The Navigator - Kathryn McGuire again, this time as an equally spoiled rich girl. Wears her sailor suit well.
Seven Chances - Of the many marriageable women onscreen, the one he wants to marry is Ruth Dwyer, who will be at her home waiting for your call all day.
Go West - Sure Kathleen Myers is the lady of the movie, but we all know Buster's true love is Brown Eyes.
Battling Butler - Sally O'Neil. Mountain Girl needs you to beat someone up to impress her.
The General - Marion Mack. She does not want to hear from you until you've joined the Confederate army, Mister.
College - Anne Cornwall. Learn to love sports and she'll marry you 'til death.
Steamboat Bill, Jr. - Marion Byron. Just 16 years old when she starred in this movie! Your dad doesn't want you around her, and neither does hers.
The Cameraman - Marceline Day. She's ready for her close up.
Spite Marriage - Dorothy Sebastian. In this case you're already married to her, but do you really want to be?
For me, it's Marion Byron of Steamboat Bill, Jr. The most spunk and agency of the leading ladies. Good comedic chops in her own right and a delightful screen presence. And then Kathryn McGuire of The Navigator who did a lot of great business with Buster in what's essentially a two hander. And then no worse than third comes Brown Eyes. And I fear that I'm underrating her.
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2023.06.04 20:48 Oradainer Celestial Empire - Chapter 2

First, Next

Chun shuffled in her chair, she was only a mortal boar-kin, why did she have the misfortune of taking the hidden master up to his room. Now this Mei of the Iron Paw sect had cornered her in the Inn when she arrived for the morning shift.
Mei shoveled rice into her mouth from an oversized bowl as she spoke, “Tell me exactly what happened last night when you led the hidden master to his room. I want to know everything you know about him.”
Again Chun shuffled, “I actually met him before that, he was alone at the table near the exit. It was odd because everyone tries to move to the kang to keep warm, but this man simply sat at his table as though the cold meant nothing to him.”
Mei stopped eating, “He was here while we were eating? What was he doing?” She demanded.Chun recoiled a bit, “He just seemed to be watching everyone, including your table. When I brought him his food and drink I warned him to stop staring or he would draw someone’s wrath upon him.”
Mei nodded, if she couldn’t sense him, she obviously couldn’t expect a mere mortal to know what they were dealing with. “What did he do after that?”
Chun took a deep breath, “He seemed to just sit there and eat his meal until the warning bell sounded. When you and your sisters left he asked me how much he owed, dropped coins on the table and left the inn. I didn’t see him again until after the battle.”
Mei sat back and thought, “He paid for his meal you say?”
Chun nodded, “He didn’t even complain or haggle, he simply dropped the coins as if they were nothing and walked out. Huang has told me not to accept payment if he asks when he comes down this morning.”
Mei nodded, “A wise choice, now that he is no longer hidden he may decide to toy with you, it is best for you to play along.”
Chun looked around the inn as customers started to come in for breakfast, it was still early, the sun had barely breached the horizon.
Mei sighed, “Bring me another bowl of porridge, I will await the hidden master, his name was Cain, correct.”
Chun stood quickly before bowing, “He stated his name was Victor Cane, Mistress Mei.”
Mei sat back in her chair and shoo’ed the boar-kin mortal away. Her sisters had taken shifts to ensure from a distance the hidden master had not left. More information on this male was needed, and she expected to gather it for her sect.
She would already be renown for the twenty two instinctual cultivators slain here yesterday, particularly as she had only lost 7 sisters. Three to one was not a feat to be trifled with when it came to instinctuals. The problem was, at least ten of those were from this hidden master that she knew next to nothing about.
She would await him here, and eat her fill to replace her spent energies.
TIME 0700

Victor slowly regained consciousness after sleeping like the dead. New gene-mod updates, transmat accident, small firefight with ware-wolves and one cute tiger lady had really kicked his ass. “Computer, turn off that damn alarm.”
He opened his helmet as he sat up from the horrible bed. He had never seen a mirror as poorly made as the one in front of him, maybe it was tarnished bronze? He recalled his scout drones and sent them to storage before reaching in and pulling out his overnight bag.
After washing his face in the not-too-clean sink and brushing his teeth he made his way to the chamber pot by the bed. After relieving himself he decided breakfast was in order. He put his overnight bag into dimensional storage and made his way downstairs to the inn proper.
As he slowly walked down the stairs, hoping the wood could hold his three hundred kilo weight a second time he noticed Mei sitting at the same table as the night before. As usual, the patrons around them gave her a wide berth. Well, judging by the way Mei’s eyes never left him he assumed she wanted to talk to him.
“Hello Mei, how are you doing this morning? He asked innocently enough.
She looked at him stone faced, “I spent most of the night burying my sect sisters, then caught a few hours sleep while we waited for you to wake up.” She stated as she crossed her arms.
Well, this was more new information, evidently there was some camaraderie within the sects. He wasn’t sure of that until now. Evidently cultivators do care for each other, if they care little or nothing for the average peasant.
Victor decided it was best to seem the aloof master rather than the bumbling fool he obviously was and change course, “Chun, could you bring me whatever you have for breakfast, oh, and some more of that wine!”
Mei’s eyes flared at Victor, if looks could kill he’d be scorched right now, “Who are you? I just reminded you that 7 of my sect sisters were buried last night and you call to a mortal for food?”
Victor turned back to her, his officer face was back on again, “Is this your first war Mei?”
Mei sat back and batted her cup back and forth in her hands as she looked down at the table, “Yes, while I’m older than some of my sisters, war hasn’t visited the Celestial Empire in decades, if not centuries.”
Victor reached out a hand and placed it over one of Mei’s. She froze at his touch, a male cultivator touched her, a lowly cultivator of the second tier. “This is not mine, I have lost count of the small fire-fights and battles I’ve been a part of of my last twenty years. Or the soldiers I have lost.”
Mei blinked, fire-fights, like what he did last night was considered small, she had never seen creatures burn like that, wait, did he say the last twenty years. She cleared her throat, “Um, please excuse this lower cultivators curiosity, but you have been in battles for the last twenty years? You look no older than I at twenty eight seasons, how is that possible?”
Victor removed his hand as Chun brought him a huge portion of porridge, rice, pork sausage, eggs and wine. He looked up to her as she bowed down, “Thank you Chun, you are dismissed. Yeah, I don’t age like other people. Actually, I don’t age at all.”
Chun turned on her heels and nearly sprinted back to the kitchen. She had gotten a small taste of Mei’s killing intent when she glared at the hidden master, while she nearly dropped to her knees, the master didn’t even seem to notice.
Victor popped one of the sausages into his mouth as he watched Mei nearly drop her jaw in astonishment. Victor pointed to his plate, “Would you like one? They are quite good.”
Mei shook her head, “You’re an immortal and you thanked that peasant? Do you care nothing for face?”
Victor looked back as he chewed, “Chun? Yeah, she works hard, least I can do is thank her for her efforts. Someone should do something about the turnips though, they are horrible.”
Mei crossed her arms, “I cannot tell if you are toying with me or not. You have an Imperial accent, one that requires training from birth, you fight as if you are a divinity, and you show appreciation to mortals?”
Victor shrugged, “I’m not a complicated man, I’m just passing through the Empire looking for a way home. Speaking of which, you mentioned the Eternal Empress, would you say she is the most powerful person in the land?”
Mei uncrossed her arms before leaning in, “You mean to tell me you don’t know about the Eternal Empress yet you are hundreds of li into her Empire?”
Victor mixed his eggs and sausage into his rice bowl and then looked despairingly down at the chop sticks. He reached into his dimensional storage and produced a spoon, which to Mei seemed to appear from nowhere and scooped out a portion before taking a bite and pointing at Mei with his spoon. “Well, it’s not grits, but it will do in a pinch. No, I don’t know about the Empress, that’s why I’m asking you, if anyone knows how to get me home it might be your Eternal Empress, so how do I get an audience with her?”
Mei sat back in her chair once more, holding the hand Victor had recently touched under the table, “That might be easier than you think, but you may not like the outcome. I sent ahead to my sect leader one town over and she will be using a calling stone to reach the Imperial Palace, I’m sure they will have questions about the foreigner who is also a hidden master.”
Victor stopped eating and sat back in his own chair, “Ah, you say I may not like the outcome, why is that?”
Mei shrugged, if he didn’t know how things worked she didn’t see the harm in telling him. “The Eternal Empress has been said to be a bit temperamental, particularly to foreigners entering her lands. Yes, she is said to be the wisest in the land, and many millennia old. Her magic defends this land and its people.”
Victor took another slow bite with his spoon, “So she may know how to get me home, or she may try to have me killed. No way to know until I meet her eh?”
Mei nodded before stopping, “Wait, you said she may try to have you killed, not that she would have you killed or kill you.”
Victor grinned at her, “Well, I’m not about to make it easy on her if she tries. Listen, I’ve got some things to get done, so in the mean time, here.” He then presented her with a silver bauble with a red gem in the center that dropped from nothingness into his hand. “Take this with you, and give it to the Empress, it will allow her to communicate with me no matter where I go.”
Mei stared at the piece of exquisite jewelry, it would be worth many fortunes over in the Celestial city, and he just handed it to her? “Wait, I can’t just let you leave, you are a foreigner in our lands, it is my duty to keep a watchful eye on you.”
Victor walked over to the bar where Huang looked nervous and dropped a large pile of copper coins before walking to the door.
Mei stood, kicking the chair behind her and stomped towards the exit only to see the hidden master take flight again on wings of fire. This time he did not stop at the bell tower, but continued to fly towards the mountains. “Damn that man to the divinities she shouted as even she lost sight of him in the clouds.”
“Activate camouflage mode.” Victor spoke into his helmet as his armor took on the the colors surrounding him. It wouldn’t fool anyone close up, but from the distance he was from the village now he doubted even the cultivators could make him out from the sky.
With any luck, Mei would get that communicator back to the Empress, who might know how to get him home. In the mean time though, he reached into his dimensional storage and brought out a satellite probe. He had used the full capacitor load on his jump jets and was still eighteen thousand meters up, more than enough for the probe to reach geosynchronous orbit.
After launching it he looked for a good patch of ground to land. He found one at the base of a mountain range, it even came with a mountain stream. Firing his retro-rockets he landed soft enough and sat on a particularly smooth boulder.
His heads up display showed him his probe had reached geosynchronous orbit and was gathering data. “Well, this is going to take some time.” He thought to himself as he ordered his AI to split his armor. To anyone else watching this would have probably been horrifying as the scout armor appeared to break apart and separate into two halves joined together by a hinge.
Victor took a sniff of himself and groaned, “Good thing the suit is sealed, being in that thing for almost two days and I am ripe!” He thought as he found a nice place in the woods to relieve himself in a way he couldn’t with his armor on.
After that he removed the boxers he wore in his scout armor and placed them on the boulder and stepped across the pebbled beach into the stream. He instantly regretted it, gene-mods or not, a mountain stream in the fall is still cold! After washing as best he could he walked back to his armor, reached into his dimensional storage, produced a towel and fresh boxers and dried off while sunning himself on his rock.
His AI sounded in his inner ear. IMMEDIATE AREA SURVEY COMPLETE.
He kicked off his boulder and climbed back into his now somewhat aired out armor and checked out the results. A mountain in this range was nearly perfect for his needs, abundant metal and mineral deposits, and a valley with a small but very useful petroleum reserve, as well as some natural gas deposits, although those were less than 6% on the scan.
Victor checked that his jump jets capacitor were sufficiently charged and set his jump vector for a somewhat flat ridge three quarters of the way up the mountain, just below the snow caps. Four minutes later, he landed, staring at a nearly sheer cliff face that raised up the mountain another 20 meters above him.
He reached into dimensional storage and retrieved a mining laser. These were a bit expensive, but necessary to start any good mining operation. Mining drones were not good at starting a mining shaft. Oh, it could be done, but it was usually done slowly and crudely. Best to set the aperture to four meters square and crank up the power.
The laser had a magazine of some miracle crystal that put out about ten seconds of power before it was exhausted and was then discarded. He squeezed the trigger and watched as the sheer rock face before him seemed to literally disintegrate as the shaft began to deepen to a depth of about four meters in.
The laser chimed and ejected the magazine as the barrel smoked from the immense heat it had just endured. Victor carefully sat down the mining laser and opened his dimensional storage once more to bring out four mining drones, two forge spiders, and four scout drones.
He set the mining drones to work digging into the mine shaft with gusto the seven dwarfs could never match. Then turned his attention to the scout drones, he sent them off in a patrol pattern to watch over the mountain for any sign of trespassers. Then he remembered the satellite and set it to watch over his piece of paradise as well.
He also thought about retracing his helmet but the temperature outside was just above freezing and decided it best to have a seat and wait a bit for the mining drones to get some work done. On a whim he checked his database, yup, there were 86 different versions of Snow White, might as well pick the Disney one from antiquity, he’d never seen it anyways.
One hour and twenty three minutes later the film was over, and his mining drones and forge spiders had deepened the shaft another five meters. A small pile of ingots had been dropped off by the spiders, the air around them giving off a small mirage effect from the heat they radiated.
Computer, have the nano-forge produce proper steel doors, tracts, motors, and security to cover the dimensions of this shaft. The AI took measurements, produced the adjusted prints, sent them to Victor for approval, then started crafting the necessary materials. Then Victor’s stomach growled.
Sighing, he went over to the pile of fresh ingots, some iron, some copper, others tin and silver.
Retracing his helm he found that although the temperature hovered around 2 degrees celsius, near the ingots it was quite a bit warmer, if you didn’t mind the metallic smell, which it didn’t. Reaching into dimensional storage he found his ration stash, while he had hoped this would be what he would use to fashion himself a life after he left the Imperial Guard, there was a chance he would never get home.
“Resources are there to be used.” He quoted to himself as he took a bite from a bar he hoped wasn’t made from corpo-starch, but as it had no ingredient list he had no way of knowing. Finishing his ration bar, the densely caloric and extremely nutrient bar would play havoc with his bowels later. He noted getting living quarters up soon would be a really good idea.
He slid his helm back into place, “Computer, have the mining drones level off and begin to dig a cavern to fit the small hab module in dimensional storage, have them oversize it by a meter on all sides, I want some clearance when I bring this out of storage.”
The AI complied and he watched his mini-map on his hud as the drones turned ninety degrees and started opening up a new cavern. A few minutes later, the computer chimed to let him know the doors were complete and ready for installation.
A good thing he had his scout armor, these doors were five centimeters thick and three meters high and wide. They weighed almost four tons a piece, which was right at the limit of what his power armor was capable of. Pulling out the necessary tools he installed the tracts above and below, then setup the motor controls before pulling the doors out of storage and setting them into the tracks.
After testing and adjustment he was satisfied that not only were they very secure, they even seemed to blend in well with the sheer cliff wall. “Not a bad job if I do say so myself.” Victor said as he began setting up production orders for ventilation, water drainage, and lighting with his AI to start construction while he waited for the chamber to be completed.
A full six hours later and several movies of varying degrees of watchfulness, his computer chimed letting him know the new cavern was complete and the mining drones were continuing their downward path towards the more dense metal reserves deeper in the mountain.
He stood, stretched his back, and ordered the massive steel doors to open, walking the gently sloping shaft down the ten meters to the new cavern. The walls were smooth and the entrance seemed just about right for the habitats air lock door to fit flush with the mining shaft.
A few minutes later and a loud bang as the habitat module appeared from dimensional space and then found that gravity existed again, slamming it the few centimeters to the floor of the cavern. “Oops!” Victor said to himself hoping he didn’t break anything.
Nothing appeared to be damaged, after all, these habs were basically mini-bunkers designed for anything from death worlds to deep space mining. Fifteen meters on each side and four meters high, it gave him an excellent respite from the world around him. Indoor plumbing, central heating and air, entertainment center, kitchen, bath, and a bed.
He entered the habitat and sealed the airlock to the mine shaft. The internal temperature of the hab read twenty one degrees celsius, so he shed his armor, placed it in the airlock rack and connected it to the habitat’s power and computer system before opening the inner airlock.
“Home sweet home, at least until I find a way back." Then he thought about it, would the Guard blame him for the transmat accident? Sure he lied about having anything on him in dimensional storage but he knew guys who smuggled things around all the time and something like this never happened to them. "Hope I don’t look at a court martial if I ever to get back home for going AWOL or some such bullshit.” He muttered as he headed for the shower. That mountain stream was freezing!
“What to you mean he flew away?” Shihan looked at Mei from across her desk.
Mei shifted uncomfortably in the rickety chair that sat across from the elder cultivator in front of her. The room was also cold, and Shihan had set the desk low so that she could sit on the kang and keep warm while others had to endure. “He said he had important matters to attend to and flew away on wings of fire.”
Shihan shook her head, “Lazy eggs, all of you. We lost seven Iron Paw warriors in your battle three days ago, and probably would have lost you all if not for this hidden master. I have reached out to the the sect mistress who will be informing the royal court at this weeks meeting with the Empress. Do you have anything else to report?”
Mei nodded and set the jeweled bauble on the desk in front of the elder sect leader, “The hidden master, Victor Cane presented me with this. He stated to give it to the Empress and they would be able to communicate no matter the distance.”
The older lady stared at the priceless looking item before slowly looking back up to Mei, “I feel no chi coming from this item, how could it possibly do what he says. Even our best calling stones can barely reach three hundred li, how could this tiny broach communicate anywhere?”
Mei had thought long on this, “I do not know mistress, however, I do know that not once did I feel any chi from this hidden master either. I believe it is his cultivation technique, as he must use near perfect yang energy to power his creations. Can you detect pure yang, head mistress?”
Shihan shook her head, “I cannot my student, for that is only in the realm of the highest levels of male cultivation, and to my knowledge, no male alive can use pure yang energy, hence why they are inherently weaker as they cultivate some yang and some yin, their meridians are out of balance.”
Mei nodded, this was the same conclusion she had reached as well, “I watched him create multiple items from thin air, some for weapons, one was a simple soup spoon, we know most men use their cultivation for crafting, perhaps this hidden master is so adept at it he uses pure yang energy that we simply cannot sense.”
Shihan’s eyes widened with the implications, “That means he would appear as just a normal mortal until he decided to act, just as he did in your report.” She then looked down at the silver jeweled broach that sat on the desk. “The craftsmanship of this object is superb, its gem is absolutely flawless, I have never seen silversmithing so pure. Were this not to be sent to the Empress its sale would keep the Iron Paw clans coffers full for seasons on end.”
She sighed, “No, we cannot abandon our duty, I will send this item to the Empress herself, and as this Victor Cane had entrusted you with it, I feel that you should be the one to deliver it to her yourself.”
Mei gasped before bowing, “I will not fail you head mistress.”
Shihan sat back on her cushions enjoying the warmth of the kang under her, “See to it that you do not, for the Empress does not take kindly to fools who waste her time.”
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