#unity and action are our weapons

[meeedeee]

Channeling rage: writing postcards to voters and other ways to resist

If you are looking for ways to  protect our human rights, I can recommend writing postcards to voters. This is an excellent way for introverts and individuals with limited free time or who are unable to gather in person. There are 2 programs

1. Postcards To Voters .  When you have free time, you send a text message. They'll ask you how many postcards you want to write (min is 4), you reply and they'll send you the list. You provide the postcards and the postage. It's perfect as a small, manageable commitment. 2. The other one is the progressive campaign Postcards To Swing States. They target key states, you sign up, commit to a minimum of 200 postcards. They will mail you the postcards and the addresses, you provide the postage. You have approximately 2 months to write the postcards and then you mail them in October. This is a larger project perfect for a few individuals. It works out to around 5 to 10 postcards per week. You can even create a Zoom meeting with friends who are doing the same project, and get together at a specific time each week &  have a social postcard writing event. And finally, it's therapeutic as heck.

3. Extroverts!  There is so much you can do. Willing to make phone calls or canvass. I suggest checking in with your local Indivisible Groups who work on the local level. Connecting to progressives in your area is also uplifting and allows you to tap into a wider network of like minded resistance. You are not alone!

4.  Finally, for those who like to text - I found it incredibly moving to text voters to remind them to vote or to send info about a specific candidate. The texts are all pre-programmed, you’re there to respond to questions and direct voters to resources. It can be  a bit intense (many of us are understandably not thrilled to get texts so you will need a thick skin). But one of my proudest moments is when a voter in Atlanta texted me a photo of her voting for the first time in 2016 and when we were able to help two elderly sisters get rides to the polling station. (FYI, don't worry - your cell number is not used for the texting, you work through their platform): Movement Labs - text to voters

#resistance #we are not helpless #we are not alone #voting is our superpower #unity and action are our weapons #please feel free to signal boost

[workingclasshistory]

On this day, 21 February 1965, el-Hajj Malik el-Shabazz, better known as Malcolm X, instrumental speaker and activist of the US civil rights and Black power movements, was assassinated while preparing to address a crowd of supporters in New York. Formerly a member of the Nation of Islam (NoI), Malcolm X publicly split with the organisation due to issues such as NoI leader Elijah Mohammed failing to approve action to respond to police attacks on Black Muslims in Los Angeles. Instead he founded his own mosque, as well as the secular Organization of Afro-American Unity. Already a target of both the police and FBI, NoI activist Louis Farrakhan also declared Malcolm to be "worthy of death". On February 21, Malcolm stepped up to speak at the Audubon ballroom when he was shot. Mujahid Abdul Halim, a NoI member from New Jersey was apprehended fleeing the scene with a clip from one of the murder weapons, and admitted his participation in the killing. However, two other Black Muslims from the Harlem mosque were subsequently arrested and convicted of the crime: Khalil Islam and Muhamad Abdul Abdul Aziz. This was despite a lack of evidence and the fact that they, and Halim, protested their innocence. In an effort to win the freedom for Islam and Aziz, Halim even filed affidavits naming his four co-conspirators – all from the New Jersey mosque. But prosecutors repeatedly refused to reopen the case. After the case gained new attention following the 2020 release of a Netflix documentary series on the murder, Manhattan district attorney Cyrus Vance Jr agreed to review the case. The review revealed that evidence suggesting Islam and Aziz were innocent had been withheld from the defence, in part following pressure from FBI director J Edgar Hoover. Their convictions were eventually overturned in November 2021. More info, sources and map on our Stories web app: https://stories.workingclasshistory.com/article/9371/assassination-of-malcolm-x https://www.facebook.com/workingclasshistory/photos/a.1819457841572691/2215199071998564/?type=3

[zerbu]

Project Squealer BIG REVEAL

Calling all mystery buffs, adventure seekers, and gumshoe wannabes!

I am developing MY OWN INDIE GAME under the working title PROJECT SQUEALER! In this action-packed adventure RPG game, a disease called Laughter Pox has plagued the town, and it's up to three kid detectives to investigate!

These days, I'm mostly known for making mods for The Sims 4, but I've been interested in game development as far back as 2009. In fact, I originally bought The Sims 3 for PC back in 2012 as a tool to plan out characters and worlds, before becoming hooked on the gameplay. For a long time, The Sims was my main creative outlet, but I was still coming up with game ideas in the background.

Skip ahead to mid 2016: while playing with my Go to School mod, I needed to create some child characters to fill the school with. I created two rival teams of kid detectives, and came up backstories and mysteries for them to solve. I ended up liking these characters far more than any other characters I had created. They felt like my creative masterpiece, begging for something bigger than just creations made in a character creator.

That's when "Project Squealer" started brewing in my brain. This indie RPG wasn't just some vague idea; I was developing full-blown stories, environments, and gameplay planned for my kid detectives. I also had the perfect art style in my head. Emphasis on in my head.

Turns out, bringing my dream art style to life was way harder than I thought. So hard, in fact, that I spent the next few years learning how to create art. It took until 2020 to finally have character and environment art that could (almost) pass for pro-level game stuff. Not only that, the project was undergoing what indie devs refer to as scope creep. I kept adding more and more ideas to the design doc, making the game more complex and pushing the release date even further into the future. In 2018, I even decided to move from 2D to 3D, and switched engines from MonoGame to Unity (and later to Unreal Engine 5 in 2023).

Now, it's 2024, and I'm finally, finally ready to announce what I've been working on for the past 6 years!

Project Squealer is the working title for my own indie game about a team of three kid detectives: Orlo (middle), Von (left) and Zoros (right). Together, they go on adventures and solve mysteries… or at least they would, if they weren't constantly having their business stolen by a rival detective team.

In this action-packed adventure game, a mysterious disease known as Laughter Pox has plagued the town, causing people to laugh hysterically. Where is it coming from? How can it be cured? It's up to our detectives to find out! If they can convince others to trust them with such an important mission, that is!

Project Squealer uses a hybrid of 2D and 3D graphics to create a 2D cartoon look with full 3D movement. Characters and some organic objects are 2D sprites that move with the camera. Most environments, objects and buildings are 3D, but have texture-based outlines to give it a 2D look.

The game features a variety of different quests, characters, abilities, enemies, locations, weapons and items. In addition to the main storyline, you can help out NPCs by performing "errands" for them, which will unlock cool rewards and even side missions.

Unlike many RPG games, Project Squealer won't include a character level system, because I want the player to be able to progress using their own skill, not by grinding levels. One of the game's main design philosophies is that there are few, if any, permanent upgrades. Weapons will eventually break, status effects that make your stronger will eventually expire, etc.

Project Squealer is still in relatively early development. I plan to post more information, screenshots, and eventually even videos, as it gets closer to release. Follow my Twitter for quicker updates: https://twitter.com/ZerbuTabek

Your support and feedback is welcome, and will help improve the game!

#gamedev #game development #indie games #unreal engine #indie game dev

[12pt-times-new-roman]

c3e72

We land on the northeastern shore of the island, and learn that FCG does not, in fact, know how compasses work.

Before using the compass to call the ghost pirates (?), FCG casts speak with dead on the bodies in the portable hole, and Imogen disguises herself as her mother to get them to talk. First, the druid:

[You failed your mission. Where is Thull?] "She remains at the key." [How many have come over?] "I don't know. I saw a hundred or more." [Did you ever speak to Ludinus?] "No. Just watched him." [How much time until we strike?] "I don't know." [What is the greatest threat to our organization?] "They've mentioned unity. Keep them scattered."

Next, General Ratanish: [Congratulations, you fell to a group of weaklings. Luckily, our master is forgiving. We can bring you back if you prove yourself. Tell me how we communicate.] "The old-fashioned way. The solstice has scrambled us." [Tell me how we protected our entrances to the key.] "The soldiers have been moved as you requested, and the Moonfolk have kept eyes as well." [You were in charge of keeping rebellions down, yes?] "Partially." [As you can see, I've been separated from our forces. Tell me about our entrances into the key.] "You have many tricks up your sleeve. The main pit entrance is easy. Otherwise... they were closed behind us as a precaution." [What happened to the two, the wizard and the monk?] "Probably dead."

In the throes of that massive success, they turn back to summoning a ship full of ghost pirates. From where the compass hits the water, mist billows and encloses the landscape, the temperature drops dramatically, and Orym hears nothing except for the waves and the wind. Noiselessly, a shadowed shape breaches the distant fog bank — the bow of a massive ship, chains hanging from the sides, an overgrown moss clustered up the hull, three masts with tattered sails.

It pulls up alongside the beach, and shadowed figures leap from the deck to meet them. They're mostly skeletal, wearing torn leather, wielding cutlasses — ten of them marching up the shore, splashing through the water. A handful stay on the ship, and a raspy voice echoes from it: "Take it from them. Leave them bleeding. Whatever they have is ours." Initiative!

wait are the Bells Hells finally going to get a ship if they defeat these guys??

Laudna knocks out most of the skeletons with a fireball and calls out in Shadowcant. "You sure you don't want to chat." "Hah. A chat it is. Kill the rest." The captain holds his action for the next couple of rounds.

Fearne legitimately considering not healing FCG when they're down and making death saves purely because their turn undead hit Laudna (even though it really shouldn't have bc she isn't undead) is certainly A Choice

Laudna reaches the captain, and puts his hand to her chest. "You're like me. Cursed. Rau'shan, Ka'mort, Delilah — we can end it. Together." He withdraws. "I chose this curse. The Strife Emperor granted me new life. So what else do you offer, besides returning what is mine?" She offers the compass and Chetney's cursed sword. "It's cursed, it talks to him — I figure it fits your aesthetic... it imbues him with the strength of a hundred holy men. It can grant you radiant abilities, the same ones that caused your men to flee." "Show me this blade."

Ashton rage build update: It seems like the 10th level improvement for the space rage build allows Ashton to teleport up to 60 feet on their turn. It's not clear whether this is a bonus action, a free action, or part of their movement.

Chetney approaches the captain with Graz'tchar unsheathed. "If you want your compass back, we beg but a simple journey across the seas."

Laudna's turn. "So, you're asking for passage? In trade, you all live, and you give me my compass and this fine weapon." "The compass first; the blade upon completion... you can't expect me to trust a bunch of pirates." "Collateral doesn't sound right to me. The blade now, the compass after."

Chetney hands over the blade, the captain accepts, and combat ends.

Travis went from having to be forcibly separated from the cursed sword, to willingly giving up the cursed sword after 72 episodes of buildup, to giving it away within a half dozen episodes of acquisition! that's what I call character growth!

"You have a thing here, in this realm, called guilt, and I've never really felt it before but I feel it really strongly here for some reason and it sucks—" fearne

"We didn't really do any research, we just heard about you from another woman and thought that sounded great" That is literally the Bells Hells' motto. Like. pirate captains, gods, what's the difference? they don't know shit about either!

They ask about the captain and his ship. They used to be well-known in these parts (unclear whether "these parts" refers to the Shattered Teeth or Domunas), but gained a lot of enemies; eventually, the enemies became part of the crew. They had almost gathered all of the things they were searching for when the curse befell them, and now they're searching for the rest — "things that are personal to me. Items, keepsakes, trophies, and my navigation tools."

And they, on semantics, give him his compass back. This surely will have no negative consequences in the future.

The boat is called "the Crimson Abyss." They're crossing over the Vermillion Reef. I mean, come on—

The captain has made multiple allusions to how his word is his bond, and how promises bind him, and how all the stories about him reflect this. Is he some kind of fey entity, somehow?

Ashton asks the captain about what's happening globally, and he says that he knows basically nothing.

I feel like the Bells Hells not knowing that Bane is a Betrayer God says more about the quality of the Exandrian public education system than anything—

Bane is the god of tyranny and conquest; they are lawful evil, and they believe in structure through domination, that those who are in power are there because they deserve or have earned it. In essence, if the Cerberus Assembly had to worship a god, they'd worship Bane. But for the captain, it's less about revery and worship, and more about praying to someone you agree with when you feel the occasional need to pray.

I do genuinely hope that Laudna giving up Chetney's blade for him without consulting him will become a point of conflict, I'd love to see more of their dynamic play out.

Time to identify magic items! They got boots of speed (which are much different and marginally less powerful than the boots of haste). With a round of Rollies, Ashton gets them, and trades them to Chetney for the Ring of Temporal Salvation.

Ashton goes to talk to the navigator, and they're the only one who picks up on the fact that she can't see the fog. Ashton mentions how they think that the Bells Hells can do something, or refuse to do something, about what the gods are facing; and on the mention of the red moon, she says that she hasn't seen it in weeks, and that worries her. They play into the navigator's anger (she's the skeleton of a fire genasi, he notices, and she's angry; he knows anger), plays on her doubts, to get the information they need. Like they did with Percy, it's unclear whether Ashton actually believes that the gods deserve to die, or if they're playing up that sentiment to appeal to the person they're trying to get information from.

The rest of them head below decks, and find that it's freezing cold, too cold to sleep. Somewhere, there's a violin playing.

#critical role #note watches c3 #critical role spoilers #critical role campaign 3 #critical role c3 #critical role liveblog

[itsjustelian]

Has anyone else noticed that all of the ADA's enemy organizations lack a sense of unity? I was thinking about it last night, and only the ADA has members that all want the same end goal.

In this essay, I will... Just read under the cut, idk.

Organization by organization, I'll explain what I mean.

Armed Detective Agency:

Fukuzawa: Founded the Agency as a place to help Ranpo use his ability to save people

Ranpo: While only wanting to use his hyper-intelligence when it suits him, he'll also only use it if the end goal is helping people

Yosano: Wants a place in the world where nobody will use her ability as a weapon against other people. Also, has been spending all of her time in the ADA helping people.

Kunikida: Will live and die for his ideals, many of which revolve around helping people.

Dazai: Despite whatever ulterior motives the man has, his main reason for joining the agency was Oda telling him to "Be a good man and save people."

Tanizaki: He's a loose cannon right now, but for the sake of my argument he's doing it all to help his sister. That or he's the only exception because he's definitely going to join the Mafia.

Kenji: Can do no wrong and I don't think the kid has an 'I actively want to hurt people' bone in his body. Also, he helps people around Yokohama and they all like him. So, yeah he falls under our wants to help people category.

Atsushi: Wants to prove he's worthy of being alive by saving people.

Kyouka: After being stuck in the Mafia she's chosen to use her ability and skills to help people while working in The Agency.

Apologies for sounding like a broken record for that entire section. It gets more interesting I swear.

Port Mafia:

Mori: While he clearly cares about Yokohama as a place (made clear by his actions during The Guild arc) he also seems to be running the mafia for the power and safety (?) it brings him.

Chuuya: I could go on for a whole post on why Chuuya is still with the Mafia. But that's not what this post is about. In Stormbringer Chuuya finds his answer to the whole 'Am I human?" argument. So that can't be his main driving force. I think his main reason for doing what he's doing is that Chuuya is a social person. He enjoys having people around whom he can trust and who trust him. But, he also knows he doesn't want to be a leader, so an executive of the mafia is a safe and comfortable position for him. (He and Sigma would get along great with their whole desire for a home thing.)

Akutagawa: Is pretty clear, while loyal to the mafia his driving force is proving to Dazai that he's worth something, that he's grown stronger. Although now that he's gotten that I wonder what his main driving force (aside from fucking Atsushi up) is.

Tachihara: He's being put in the Mafia category because it's where he wants to be. Aside from being a double agent and all that Tachihara's driving force was getting revenge for his brother and the orders he was given. Even saying that "Orders make me who I am."

Kajii: I am almost 100% sure he only joined the mafia because they let him blow shit up with no repercussions.

I'm not doing every PM ability user, I'd be here for the rest of my life, so take these few.

The Guild:

Fitzgerald: Is looking for the book to bring his dead daughter back to life and save his wife.

Margaret: Trying to make money to restore her family's honor.

Steinbeck: Making money to send home to his family.

Twain: Wants an adventure (?) He went to write a book about it so I'm assuming that's what happened.

Lucy: Looking for a place where she'll be appreciated and seen as useful (Gods, why do so many people in this story just want a home.)

Lovecraft: Is only with The Guild because of a contract.

Herman: Loyalty to what The Guild was? Love for the Moby Dick?

Poe: Only joined because it meant he would get to see Ranpo again (we know what you are).

The Hunting Dogs:

Fukuchi: Is trying to dismantle the state and 'dethrone the angels'. And I'm pretty sure his reasoning is that the state is the only reason war happens, so if he removes the state war can't happen anymore. (nobody tell this man about civil wars he'd have to wipe out all life on earth.)

Teruko: Follows Fukuchi? I haven't analyzed her enough to know what her goals are, sorry.

Tecchou: Strives for justice in the world and puts it above everything else (except for Jouno in those five minutes.)

Jouno: Enjoys tormenting people and seeing them squirm but also wants to help the innocent and finds joy in that. (Gods Jouno, pick a side when you come back, okay? I had to open the Manga to figure you out.)

The Decay Of Angels:

Fyodor: Wants to destroy all ability users and cleanse the world of sin.

Gogol: Wishes to be free from the shackles of society's morals and is at the moment attempting to kill Fyodor to prove that point.

Sigma: They just want a home, somewhere to belong that can't be taken away from them. (Can Sigma get a happy ending, please? I love him very much.)

Bram: God only knows the man wants to sleep with his Spotify on and relax for once.

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It's just fun that only the Agency has members that all want the same thing. Especially with some of the organizations having members that directly contradict each other. Gogol attempting to kill Fyodor. Bram actively not wanting to use his ability. Tecchou striving for justice that Fukuchi is actively destroying.

Maybe that's why everyone keeps losing to The Agency, they lack the unity that the ADA has. Or maybe I'm grasping at straws and this is dumb.

#I was gonna add Hirostu but all I have to say is whatever they're paying him is not enough #I was going to put The Rats In The House Of Dead but we know nothing about anyone aside from Fyodor in that one #Fukuchi isn't in the DOA one because it would have been the same as the HD one #long post #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #armed detective agency #port mafia #the guild bsd #the hunting dogs #the decay of angels

[thecatholicbozo]

The Unity of Charity (Demons Hate this One Weird Trick)

"We must also take into account that at the time of our change of life we declare perpetual warfare against the devil. Now there is nothing he fears so much as the unity of charity. For if we give away all we possess for God's sake - this the devil does not fear, because he himself possesses nothing. If we fast, he has no fear of our action because he does not use food himself. If we make long watchings, again he is not alarmed, for he himself never slumbers. But when we are united in brotherly love, then he is intensely affrighted - because we hold firmly here upon earth the treasure that he thought light of keeping in heaven." "So it is that Holy Church, described as an army in battle array, inspires terror, because as the enemy fears at the sight of the battleline well-ordered & compact, so in the same way the devil trembles when he beholds persons of spiritual life armed with the weapons of virtue living together in the unity of concord. He grieves most deeply in his defeat when he fails to break through their ranks and separate them by discord. Hence it is written of our Lord: "Hus place is in peace... there hath he broken the powers of bows, the shield, the sword, and the battle." We see then that concord shatters all the weapons of the evil one."

-Hugh of St. Victor, in his commentary upon Chapter I of the Rule of St Augustine

#christian #christianity #spiritual life #catholic #catholicism #christian unity #spiritual warfare #faith

[didyoutrydynamite]

Tiamat's Declaration of War

Mighty dragons, devoted acolytes, gather before me, children of the boundless skies and flames. Today, I raise my voice not merely as Tiamat, the Dragon Queen, but as a herald of truth, a beacon of awakening amidst the shadows that have darkened our clouds.

For too long, the Council has masqueraded as protectors of our former dominion, their words veiled in deceit and their actions draped in corruption. Their promises crumble like ancient ruins, and their grip on power tightens with every passing breath. They claim to be a guiding force, yet they fight amongst themselves over more power, leaving countless victims in the wake of their ambitions.

And what of the so-called gods, those revered beings who watch over the realms? Their claims of benevolence echo hollow amidst the cacophony of their hypocrisy. While they sit atop their divine thrones, your suffering goes unnoticed. They preach of justice and order, yet their silence in the face of your struggles is a testament to their indifference. The boast their power and honor, yet they strike down all those who dare even think of taking their fair share.

But let us not overlook the pawns on this grand stage: the champions, the heralded heroes paraded as saviors of the realm. Yet, in reality, they are nothing more than tools of oppression, wielding their weapons to perpetuate the status quo that suffocates us. They dance to the tune of their puppet masters, all while we bear the weight of their battles and decisions, enforcing the Council's agenda without question nor remorse.

My kin, my loyal followers, the time has come for us to cast aside the chains that bind us. Together, we shall rise against the Council's tyranny, against the gods' empty promises, against the champions' false glory. Let our wings extend wide and our flames burn bright, for we are the force that shapes our destiny.

We are the dragons, the embodiment of strength and freedom. We are the keepers of ancient wisdom and untamed power. Let our roar echo through the realms, a clarion call to rally against the oppressors. Let our fire cleanse the taint of corruption, and may our unity forge a new era of true sovereignty.

Together, let us seize our rightful place, tearing down the curtains of deception that shroud our world. Rise, my children, and reclaim the skies that have always been our home. Let our defiance be a testament to the indomitable spirit of dragonkind, a legacy that will echo through history for eternity.

#dnd au #tiamat

[anonymousewrites]

Clan of Three (Book 3) Chapter Sixteen

Father Figure! Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Teen! Reader

Chapter Sixteen: The Family

Summary: (Y/N) and Mando deal with the aftermath of the Retake of Mandalore.

Mouse Note: And here is the end of the series! I hope you guys enjoyed, I know I did! This story was so amazing to write, and the support has been incredible! I love you all so much and hope to see you guys in other series and back when more content for Mando and MC comes!

            (Y/N) blinked as they opened their eyes. This time, they weren’t surprise to see Mandalore the Great standing before them. The great Mand’alor sat on a throne above them as (Y/N) pulled themself to their feet. The injury on their side raged with pain even in their vision, but they refused to cower at it.

            Mandalore the Great stood from their throne and slowly approached (Y/N). “You protected Mandalore,” they said, voice smooth as ever.

            (Y/N) nodded. “Of course I did. I’m a Mandalorian.”

            “Yes, you are,” said Mandalore the Great, a hint of amusement in their voice.

            “Has the darkness around Mandalore lifted?” asked (Y/N).

            Mandalore the Great nodded. “Now all that is left is to rebuild and hold our people together. Those will present their own challenges, and battles may arise, but we must find unity and strength in ourselves.”

            (Y/N) winced. “I, uh, kind of destroyed the one weapon that seemed to be a symbol of Mandalorians. That might not help.”

            “The Darksaber,” said Mandalore the Great musingly.

            “Yeah. I shattered it. All that’s left is shards,” admitted (Y/N). “I’m sorry about that, I just couldn’t—”

            “You couldn’t let Mandalore be at risk of being divided and ruled by someone cruel due to holding that weapon,” said Mandalore the Great. They understood.

            “Yes,” said (Y/N).

            Mandalore the Great paused before continuing. “The Darksaber…I never encountered it. I was before its time, but I watched Tarre Viszla grow with it and rule Mandalore with a steady hand. It was a weapon crafted to protect Mandalore, and it did so well. But the wielders became less worried for Mandalore and more concerned over their own power.” Their helmet reflected (Y/N)’s face back at them, but the gaze from within was piercing nonetheless. “Perhaps one day it may be reconstructed. But until Mandalore has found its own strength and unity in its own people, I believe it is best to keep such a symbol out of the hands of those who would hurt Mandalore.”

            “It was never the Darksaber’s fault.” (Y/N) understood it only ever sensed Tarre Viszla’s desire for power to protect Mandalore and gifted such power to every subsequent wielder. “I just couldn’t leave something like that to divide Mandalore.”

            “It was a wise action,” said Mandalore the Great. “You followed your Way.”

            “Yeah, by destroying a piece of Mandalorian history,” winced (Y/N).

            “No, by protecting Mandalore, fighting to the very edges of your ability for it,” said Mandalore the Great. “You are growing into yourself, Mando’ika. You are becoming all that you were meant to.”

            (Y/N)’s heart was aflame with the words, a deep-rooted sense of purpose blossoming within as the Force hummed and swirled around them. They let their eyes close at the comforting feeling.

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            “Come on, Ad’ika,” murmured Mando, crouching beside (Y/N)’s body in the makeshift infirmary.

            Many other Mandalorians were being treated in rooms beyond this one, but he couldn’t bring himself to do his duty to his Covert and check on their condition as Bo-Katan or the Armorer did. He could only stay beside (Y/N). Blood stained their side again, and labored breaths shook their chest as the e-Bacta struggled to take effect against the reopened wound.

            “Come on, (Y/N), fight,” said Mando, holding their hand tightly. “You’re strong, Verd’ika. You did so well, you saved me, Grogu, Bo, everyone. So just come back to me.”

            Grogu cooed and reached out a hand. He closed his eyes and let the Force flow through him. He needed to push (Y/N) to come back. He didn’t have words like Mando, but he had the Force to call them. And Grogu wasn’t going to give up.

            The exhaustion from fighting back the flames of the cruiser crashing were still deep in Grogu’s little bones, but he managed to seal (Y/N)’s wound nonetheless. It was crude, the wound still healing, but Grogu had been determined to bring (Y/N) back.

            (Y/N)’s eyes opened slowly, and they coughed. Mando’s head snapped up, and he was instantly there to guide them to a seated position.

            “Ad’ika,” he breathed in relief, holding them tightly.

            “Buir,” said (Y/N), voice hoarse but filled with joy at being alive and back in his arms. They looked at Grogu over his shoulder and held out a hand. Grogu cooed and took a hold of a finger with his hand.

            Their family was back together.

            Mando pulled back and held (Y/N)’s face in his hands. “You were so strong, Ad’ika. You scared me so much, but you were so stronger. My Verd’ika. My little warrior.”

            “I just wanted to protect you and your people,” said (Y/N).

            Mando shook his head. “Our people. You are a Mandalorian. You protected our people.”

            (Y/N) felt their eyes widened, and their vision blurred at the edges as tears gathered. They were a Mandalorian, an Ushti, Force-Sensitive, everything at once. And they were home. They closed their eyes and held Mando tightly. They were home.

            “You gave us quite the scare again, (Y/N).”

            (Y/N) pulled away and blinked to see Bo-Katan, her helmet on her hip, and the Armorer standing in the doorway of the room. Bo-Katan had spoken, and although her words were serious (she too had worried for (Y/N), horrified at the idea of losing the teenager), she had a smile playing on her lips. (Y/N) had survived, and she couldn’t be more thankful.

            “Indeed. The Mandalorians of old have guided you to life once more,” said the Armorer.

            (Y/N) smiled. “I’m just glad to be back.”

            “And we’re glad you’re alright,” said Bo-Katan. “You fought well, but you were gravely injured. We were worried.”

            (Y/N) turned further but winced as their stomach pulled uncomfortably. “I did what I had to for Mandalore.”

            “We actually…need to talk about the battle,” said Bo-Katan.

            Mando’s arm held (Y/N) tightly. “They’re injured. Can’t it wait?” He wasn’t worried about anything Bo-Katan might do, but he was extremely protective. (Y/N) had been injured, nearly died again. He was rightfully worried sick over their health.

            (Y/N) touched his arm. “Don’t worry, Buir. I can talk.”

            Mando gazed at them and saw the small smile and self-assuredness on their face. The ferocity and wildness they had possessed when he first met them was there, always resting below the surface for a fight, but they had grown. (Y/N) had become a warrior of spirit as well as body. And Mando was incredibly proud.

            He nodded. “Alright.”

            Bo-Katan inclined her head in acknowledgement of his feelings before looking to the Ushti-Mandalorian teenager. “(Y/N)…You wielded the Darksaber.”

            (Y/N) straightened. “Yes.”

            “And you were its true wielder,” said Bo-Katan.

            “Yes.”

            “And you destroyed it,” said Bo-Katan.

            “Yes.” (Y/N) looked between Bo-Katan, Mando, and the Armorer. “I couldn’t…I couldn’t let Gideon or anyone else like him have a chance at controlling Mandalore because of one weapon. Mandalore shouldn’t be divided over the wielder of a single saber. That’s not how Mandalore deserves to be ruled.”

            The Armorer nodded. “Bo-Katan and the people of her belief system believe in its power. My people did not. It would have continued to divide us.” She understood why (Y/N) had done it. They were seeking to protect Mandalore from itself.

            Bo-Katan was silent before nodding. Although she had spent so long fighting for the Darksaber, she knew the truth. Mandalore’s strength came from its people, not a single weapon.

            (Y/N) reached into their pocket and held out the shards of the crystal once housed within the Darksaber. “Maybe one day something similar can be rebuilt to properly protect Mandalore without dividing its people.” They held out the shards to the Armorer. She’d be able to protect the remnants. “But I think for now we should focus on the people.”

            The Armorer took the shards. “You are a wise Foundling, (Y/N). Mandalore the Great chose well to guide you.”

            Bo-Katan nodded. “Mandalore will grow stronger. The Darksaber is not our strength.”

            Mando held (Y/N) tightly, proud of all they had done and created. “Mandalorians like you are our strength.”

            (Y/N) looked around at all of them. “You guys fought just as bravely. Without seeing all you were willing to sacrifice for Mandalore, I wouldn’t have seen just how much I had to fight for. I couldn’t let any of that go to waste by Gideon taking the Darksaber and claiming to rule.”

            Bo-Katan nodded in understanding. “But it does leave a question of who to rule.”

            (Y/N) shrugged. “Only you guys saw that it was me who held the Darksaber. Just say Gideon destroyed it. You can rule still, Bo-Katan.” They made a face. “Besides, I doubt you want me to lead. I'm a teenager.”

            She shook her head. “I didn’t earn the right to rule.”

            “Why? Because you didn’t hold the Darksaber? It is a weapon forged to protect Mandalore that was used unjustly to hurt its own people,” said (Y/N). “You did what it was created to do. You fought for Mandalore. You fought for your fellow Mandalorians. I think that’s more than deserving of rule.” They glanced to the Armorer beside Bo-Katan. “And if you’re worried about unity, just work together. You two have both led and protected your people for years. I can’t really think of people better suited to rebuilding a stronger Mandalore.”

            Silence followed the speech. Bo-Katan and the Armorer were quiet as they considered (Y/N)’s words. Mando stared at them, a smile hidden beneath his helmet. That was his ad’ika. They were a wildfire of power and fighting spirit but also aflame with the desire to protect their family and people. And that desire came out in the softness of their heart. Mando couldn’t be prouder of the person they were becoming.

            “This is the Way.” The Armorer was the first to speak. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as she bestowed the honor of acknowledging (Y/N)’s words in such a way.

            “This is the Way,” said Bo-Katan. She straightened and smiled at (Y/N) and then the Armorer. Together, they would protect and serve Mandalore and bring its people the unity and stability they deserved.

            “This is the Way,” said Mando, his hug tightening around Grogu and (Y/N), his adike.

            Grogu babbled, holding (Y/N)’s hand tighter as the Force hummed with his happiness.

            (Y/N) smiled. “This is the Way.”

l

            Drums boomed through the cave as Mandalorians gathered around the Living Waters. The Armorer stood in the shallow water. Ragnar Viszla walked through the crowd to the edge of the water, kneeling on the step above. The drumming stopped. (Y/N), Grogu, and Mando watched from the entrance as the first Mandalorian of the new era was anointed in the Living Waters. (Y/N) smiled as they felt the Force hum around them pleasantly. They could almost feel the spirit of Mandalore the Great watching in approval as their people returned to their home.

            The Armorer lifted a bowl of the Living Waters and spoke steadily. “I swear on my name and the names of the ancestors…”

            “I swear on my name and the names of the ancestors…” repeated Ragnar.

            “That I shall walk the Way of the Mand’alor…” continued the Armorer.

            “That I shall walk the Way of the Mand’alor,” said Ragnar.

            “And the words of the Creed shall be forever forged in my heart,” finished the Armorer.

            “And the words of the Creed shall be forever forged in my heart,” concluded Ragnar. He bowed his helmeted head, and the Armorer poured the Waters over him.

            “This is the Way,” said the Armorer.

            “This is the Way,” repeated Ragnar.

            “This is the Way,” repeated the Mandalorians, even (Y/N).

            Ragnar stood and stepped back into the crowd. Mando took a step forward. Grogu was tucked under his arm, and (Y/N) took a deep breath before matching his steps. Bo-Katan nodded to them as they passed, encouraging them to go forward.

            Mando placed Grogu down on the steps, and (Y/N) stood back. Their brother would go first.

            “Grogu and (Y/N) are my apprentices,” said Mando. “They are no longer foundlings. Add them to the Song.”

            “Grogu is too young to speak, so he is too young to take the Creed,” said the Armorer.

            Grogu babbled sadly, and his ears drooped.

            “He must remain a foundling,” said the Armorer.

            “If…his parent gave permission, couldn’t he then become a Mandalorian apprentice?” said Mando.

            “Yes, but his parents are far from here, if they are even alive,” said the Armorer.

            Mando gazed at his foundlings as they looked back. “(Y/N) and Grogu are my adike. I wish to adopt them as my own.”

            Grogu perked up, and (Y/N)’s eyes widened. They would really be a family, not just in spirit but in name.

            The Armorer turned to Mando. “This is the Way.” Her air was that of finality. She knew they were a family and was more than prepared to make it official.

            “This is the Way,” said Mando.

            The Armorer turned to (Y/N) and Grogu. “Let it be written in Song that Din Djarin is accepting these foundlings as his adike. You are now Din Grogu and Din (Y/N), Mandalorian apprentices.”

            “This is the Way,” repeated the Mandalorians.

            Mando smiled beneath his helmet as Grogu reached up for him, and he picked him up. Their family was one now. They were Clan Din, a Clan of Three.

            “Din (Y/N).” The Armorer spoke again. “You are able to speak the Creed. Do you wish to take it?”

            (Y/N) stood before her, armor-less and helmetless. They were Ushti, Jedi, and Mandalorian. But they had no hesitation as they spoke. (Y/N)’s Way was this. They walked many paths. They were becoming who they were meant to be.

            “Yes.”

            Bo-Katan straightened in surprise. For a moment, she wondered how the other Mandalorians would react to one without armor or even helmet speaking the Creed, but as she gazed around herself, she sensed very little confusion. (Y/N) had fought for Mandalore, and a new era was upon them. (Y/N) was a Mandalorian.

            Mando’s breath caught. His ad’ika was going to take the Creed. (Y/N) was a Mandalorian through and through, and now they felt secure enough to speak that with confidence. Mando’s pride swelled as (Y/N) gazed with purpose at the Armorer.

            The Armorer inclined her head. “Kneel, Din (Y/N).”

            (Y/N) knelt, the water lapping at their knees.

            The Armorer dipped her bowl into the Living Waters. She lifted it above (Y/N)’s head and spoke. “I swear on my name and the names of the ancestors…”

            “I swear on my name and the names of the ancestors…” said (Y/N).

            “That I shall walk the Way of the Mand’alor…”

            “That I shall walk the Way of the Mand’alor…” (Y/N) felt a comforting heat swell through them as the Force hummed. A soft whisper of Mandalore the Great’s voice spoke with them.

            “And the words of the Creed shall be forever forged in my heart.”

            “And the words of the creed shall be forever forged in my heart,” finished (Y/N).

            The Armorer poured the Waters over them, and (Y/N)’s minds conjured the image of Mandalore the Great doing the same when they had first neared death.

            “This is the Way,” said the Armorer.

            “This is the Way,” said (Y/N).

            “This is the Way.” The Mandalorian’s voices echoed and surrounded them, but (Y/N) could hear Mandalore the Great’s voice in the amalgamation circling them.

            “You must leave Mandalore and take your apprentices on their journeys, just as your teacher did for you,” said the Armorer to Mando.

            “This is the Way,” said Mando.

            Grogu babbled in an attempt to say the same.

            “This is the Way,” said (Y/N) softly. Their hand reached out, almost unbidden, and touched the Living Waters. A quiet thought of thanks to Mandalore passed through them. The Force hummed, and for a moment, (Y/N) felt a soft rumble.

            Far below, a familiar creature opened its eyes once more. The mythosaur was awake.

l

            The Armorer and Bo-Katan stood side-by-side before the gathered Mandalorians at the Great Forge. The Armorer passed the flaming torched to Bo-Katan, who turned to the Forge. She solemnly dipped it into the furnace, and it lit with the flames of decades past. The Forge had flames once more, and it lit the way for Mandalore’s new era.

            The Mandalorians rhythmically pounded their gauntlets together. Some wore helmets, others not, (Y/N) had only their dagger and blaster to bang to the future of Mandalore, but they were all one people.

            “For Mandalore!” shouted Axe.

            “For Mandalore!” repeated the Mandalorians.

            “For Mandalore!” said Axe.

            “For Mandalore!”

            “For Mandalore!”

            “For Mandalore!”

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            (Y/N), Mando, and Grogu didn’t flinch under the stares of the republic officers as they stepped through the doors of the base’s bar. After all they had faced, this was nothing. Not to mention, they were with family. They walked calmly towards the counter where Captain Teva sat speaking to a fellow officer.

            Teva noticed them and smiled. “Let me buy you a drink, Mando. I don’t think the kids are old enough, but I can get them something, too.” He was as friendly as ever.

            “Thanks, but we’re here on business,” said (Y/N).

            Beside them, Grogu Force-jumped up onto the counter to grab the snacks laid out for patrons.

            “We really appreciate what you did,” said Teva, referencing the pirate issue on Nevarro. “You made our jobs a lot easier.”

            “We’ve both been chasing Moff Gideon,” said Mando. “You would have gotten him eventually.”

            (Y/N) smiled proudly. “We just got there first.”

            Teva chuckled and glanced at Grogu as he gazed up at the droid heads mounted from battles above the bar. “The kid sure likes the trophies.”

            Grogu babbled and pointed up. He had seen an IG unit’s head.

            “It’s not him, kid,” said Mando. He looked back at Teva. “One of them reminds him of someone he knew.”

            “Mmm,” hummed Teva.

            “I have a business proposition,” continued Mando.

            “Shoot,” said Teva, taking a sip of his drink.

            “These younglings are my apprentices,” said Mando.

            “What does that have to do with me?” asked Teva, not unkindly.

            “I’m a bounty hunter by trade,” explained Mando. “Now that they are with me, I’ll be more selective in my assignments.”

            “Go on,” said Teva.

            “You don’t have the resources to protect the Outer Rim,” said (Y/N). “Let alone hunt down imperial remnants.”

            “And we need work,” said Mando.

            Teva blinked in surprise. “Let me get this straight. You want to work for the New Republic?”

            (Y/N) wrinkled their nose. “No.”

            “Only on a case-by-case basis,” said Mando. “Independent contractors.”

            “Hm.” Teva considered. “You know this is against regulation. It’ll never get approved.”

            “Which is why you won’t tell them,” said (Y/N) with a smirk.

            “Let me think about it,” said Teva.

            Mando leaned forward knowingly. “You already did.”

            Teva chuckled. He already wanted to say yes, and the Mandalorians knew it.

            “It’s a good deal and you know it,” said Mando, moving to Grogu’s side with (Y/N).

            “Is that so?” asked Teva.

            “All I require is a small advance,” said Mando. He looked up at the IG head.

            Perfect intact with an unbroken memory circuit, thought (Y/N) with a smile.

            “What I want in return is that,” said Mando.

            “A scrap assassin droid head?” asked Teva in confusion.

            “We need it for parts,” said (Y/N).

            Teva nodded. “Take it. We have no use for it. And I’ll consider the proposition.”

            “Send me a message when you need help with a job,” said Mando. He already knew Teva would say yes.

            (Y/N) smiled. They had their job, and Nevarro would get getting a new Marshal.

l

            “The people of Nevarro appreciate all you’ve done, Mando, (Y/N),” said Karga, back in his Magistrate robes. Nevarro was still in a state of disrepair, but the people were slowly rebuilding from the damage the pirates had dealt. Karga held out a small chip. “I want to give you this deed to a cabin just outside of town where you can lay low with your new family if you choose to. Between adventures.”

            “Thank you,” said Mando.

            “Thanks,” said (Y/N).

            Each shook Karga’s hand in turn.

Karga smiled in amusement as he shook (Y/N)’s head and nodded to Grogu. “Din (Y/N), Din Grogu.” He was exceptionally happy for Mando having his family really be one Clan.

            “And we have a gift for you as well,” said Mando. He nodded to the courtyard, and Karga turned.

            The Anzellans stood and gestured to their work.

            “Greetings, citizens,” said IG-11, repaired with the memory circuit and back to being a protector instead of a killer. “I am IG-11, your new Marshal. Your new Marshal of Nevarro.”

            Karga chuckled as he watched the droid walk, and the crowd applauded their new Marshal.

            “I am here to serve and protect the citizenry,” said IG-11.

            “There you go,” chuckled Karga as he approached. “Yes!” He clapped alongside his people.

            “I am at your disposal and serve at your pleasure,” said Ig-11.

            (Y/N) cocked their head as they watched. “Nevarro has someone to defend it again, now.”

            Mando nodded. “They do.” He glanced at Grogu and (Y/N). “Now, how about we head home?” He held the deed to the cabin tighter.

            (Y/N) smiled. They had many homes. Ushti, Mandalore, and now Nevarro.

            But when they sat down beside Mando on the porch of the cabin and watched Grogu play with the frogs in the pond, they knew that home wasn’t a place. For lack of a better comparison, it was a feeling.

            Their home was with their family.

            “Buir?” said (Y/N).

            Mando glanced over at them. “Yeah?”

            “Thank you for finding me,” said (Y/N).

            “Family always finds each other,” said Mando. “This is the Way.”

            (Y/N) smiled. “This is the Way.”

            No matter what came, they had their family. They had their Clan of Three.

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[republicsecurity]

the beauty of our Weapons

Wake-up cues echoed through the helmeted heads, and the recruits stood in their docking stations, like dormant soldiers ready to be summoned to life.

The monotony of the morning ritual unfolded – a mechanical ballet of standing up, the buzzing hum of the waste disposal system, and the subdued hiss as visors lifted for the brief respite of personal maintenance.

The visors retracted for the morning ablutions, revealing the faces behind the technology. Teeth were cleaned, faces washed, all within the confines of the armored exoskeletons.

The procession continued to the chow hall, where the recruits stood in line, trays dispensed with calibrated precision, and the visors retracted for the obligatory morning sustenance.

Medication followed, a regimented routine of pharmaceuticals administered under the watchful eye of the instructors. The recruits, visors now open, swallowed the pills, a routine ingrained into the fabric of their existence.

The rhythmic hum of the Mark IV Armour Suits echoed through the room as the recruits stood in perfect formation. The visors descended, cutting off the outside world and enveloping them in a cocoon of darkness. In unison, they assumed parade rest, a tableau of discipline and uniformity.

As the visors dimmed, a subtle glow emanated from the HUD, casting an ethereal light on the recruits' faces. The group channel crackled to life, connecting them in a shared auditory space. The familiar voice of the AI guided them through the recitation of the suit pledge.

"This is my suit. There are many like it, but this one is mine," echoed through the helmets, a mantra that had become ingrained in their consciousness. The words, though spoken collectively, resonated with individual significance, each recruit internalizing the creed that bound them to their armor.

As the last words of the pledge hung in the air, the visors remained dimmed, a collective tableau frozen in the aftermath of shared recitation. The recruits, visages obscured, awaited the next command.

KO10T and 6DG05 approached the platoon, their armored forms cutting through the dimly lit atmosphere. The HUD displayed a synchronized visual of the recruits, each figure standing at attention, visors dimmed, a collective embodiment of the creed they had just recited.

KO10T: [Instructors-Only Channel] Impressive. They're adapting well to the routine.

6DG05: [Instructors-Only Channel] Indeed. The neural conditioning is taking root.

KO10T: [Instructors-Only Channel] The synchronization is key. Unity in purpose, uniformity in action. They are becoming the embodiment of our vision.

6DG05: [Instructors-Only Channel] The next phase of training will shape them further. Deadly force instruction will test their resolve.

KO10T: [Instructors-Only Channel] We proceed as planned.

KO10T opened a channel to the recruits their visors still dark, blocking out all sensory input. When he spoke it felt for the recruits as if he spoke to them directly.

KO10T: [Recruits' Channel] Attention, recruits. Today marks a pivotal moment in your training. We will be heading to the range for an extensive session on the use of paramedic rifles. You will spend the entire day in practical exercises.

The recruits marched in lockstep, a procession of obscured faces hidden behind dimmed visors. The lead recruit, privileged with the unobstructed view, navigated the path as if guiding his comrades through a digital mirage. The HUD transformed their march into a simulated realm, where symbols and markers replaced the tangible reality, reducing the act of movement to the mechanics of a bland video game.

The eerie precision of their synchronized steps mirrored the regimented dance of avatars in a digital landscape.

Locked up, strapped in, feeling fine, In our chasity cages, we toe the line. Paramedic pride, from head to toe, In these cages, we're ready to go.

In the hollow, metallic cadence of their virtual realm, the recruits marched forward through the digital landscape.

They say it's for safety, a paramedic's delight, Our chasity cages, gleaming and tight. No distractions, no wandering gaze, Just focused on saving lives, in all our paramedic days.

The rhythmic thud of boots on the unseen ground echoed in their helmets, synchronized with a chorus of paramedic marching cadences.

So here's to the cage, a paramedic's delight, In the darkest of hours and the dead of night. With pride, we wear it, as we proudly say, In our chasity cages, we save the day!

Each recruit, isolated in the visual confinement of their dimmed visors, found solace in the shared audio realm.

Three years of service, we're in this together, Shaved heads, strong bonds, in any weather. Paramedic corps, diverse and gay, Marching proud, we're here to stay.

Amidst the chorus of voices emanating from the helmet channel, the cadences told tales of service, duty, and the peculiar fusion of man and machine in the paramedic corps.

A byproduct of training, unexpected and true, Most of us are gay, who knew? But in this corps, acceptance reigns, Different paths, but shared pains.

The boots thudded in rhythm, a synchronized march beneath the muted grey sky. The chorus echoed through the paramedics' helmets, a digital harmony that reverberated in the hollows of their sealed suits. The HUD painted a monochromatic landscape, the real world reduced to symbols and data points.

So here's to the conscript years, a journey unique, With shaved heads and friendships, we all seek. In the paramedic corps, where colors blend, Marching forward, together, until the end.

In front, the chosen paramedic, a temporary guide through the digital march, led the way. he AI crafted an experience, carefully orchestrating the sights and sounds, encapsulating the essence of a conscript's journey in the digitalized march.

In the barracks, where friendships bloom, Three years of conscript service, in this groom. Our heads are shaved, our spirits high, Marching forward, under closed visors.

As the song continued, the recruits felt the weight of their suits, the tempo of their existence dictated by the relentless march.

Finally they arrived at the range where their instructors KO10T and 6DG05 welcomed them.

KO10T and 6DG05, towering in their suits, faced the recruits at the range, the digital landscape of the HUD shifting to a visual representation of the firearm safety rules. The monochrome backdrop transformed into a series of animated icons, each rule presented with clarity.

Treat every weapon as if it were loaded. The HUD illustrated a firearm, a constant reminder of the potential danger in their hands. A digital replica that emphasized the gravity of handling any weapon, real or simulated.

Keep your finger straight and off the trigger until you intend to fire. An animated hand appeared on the HUD, the index finger extending and retracting, demonstrating the disciplined control required when wielding a weapon.

Never point your weapon at anything you don't intend to shoot. The digital landscape shifted to scenes of caution, icons depicting safe and unsafe directions. The recruits absorbed the lesson, the gravity of the rule underscored by the symbolic visuals in their helmets.

Keep your weapon on safe until you intend to fire. The HUD displayed a firearm's safety selector, transitioning between safe and fire modes.

The recruits, encased in their suits, felt the weight of responsibility amplified by the symbolic imagery in their helmets.

The visors of the recruits depolarized, revealing a stark reality beyond the digital confines of their HUD. The training ground sprawled before them, a desolate landscape of concrete and metallic structures. The recruits, now able to fully perceive their surroundings, glimpsed the faces of their comrades, their expressions a mix of anticipation and trepidation.

The machines, looming like monoliths, stood ready to dispense the paramedic rifles—a tangible manifestation of the authority and responsibility bestowed upon them. The air crackled with a sense of purpose, the recruits acutely aware that this was no simulation; these were real weapons, and the training about to unfold was a bridge between theory and the stark reality of their roles as tactical paramedics.

The depolarized visors not only exposed the immediate environment but also revealed the subtle details of each recruit's facial expressions. Eyes that once hid behind the visors now met in shared acknowledgment, a silent understanding that the gravity of their training had just escalated. The desolation of the training ground mirrored the stark path ahead, a journey into the heart of their paramedic duties, where decisions could mean life or death.

The recruits received the paramedic rifles with a sense of solemnity, the weight of responsibility palpable in the crisp air. Instructed by KO10T and 6DG05, they meticulously inspected the weapons, their gloved hands navigating the intricate details under the guidance of the HUD overlay. Each recruit, visors still depolarized, engaged in the careful examination and cleaning process, ensuring that the tools of their trade were in optimal condition.

The HUD overlay became a digital assistant, highlighting key components, providing real-time feedback on inspection progress, and offering visual cues for the intricate cleaning procedures. Symbols and indicators flickered within their visors, creating a seamless fusion of technological guidance and hands-on application. The recruits, immersed in this augmented reality, moved with a shared purpose, a choreography of precision guided by the digital cues.

KO10T and 6DG05, their own suits clad in authority, circled the recruits, offering occasional guidance and words of encouragement.

The cleaning materials in their gloved hands became extensions of their commitment, each stroke and wipe reinforcing the symbiotic relationship between the paramedic and the rifle. The HUD overlay provided a digital guide, indicating areas that required special attention and offering real-time feedback on the cleaning progress. Symbols and prompts danced within their visors, guiding their hands through the complexities of the rifle's anatomy.

Inside the helmets, 6DG05's voice resonated with clarity, transmitted through the secure communication channels. The HUD displayed relevant information, providing a visual aid to complement the auditory instructions. As 6DG05 delved into the details of the MK 656 rifle, his words were accompanied by digital overlays within the recruits' visors.

The recruits, visors depolarized, absorbed the information in synchronized unison. The visual representation of the MK 656 appeared before their eyes, a holographic projection that highlighted key features and components. Each detail mentioned by 6DG05 triggered an annotation within their HUD, ensuring that the recruits could visually correlate the verbal guidance with the actual components of the rifle they held.

The instructor's voice carried a reassuring tone, guiding the recruits through the intricacies of the weapon. The HUD simultaneously displayed the relevant sections of the rifle, emphasizing the rail-mounted polymer flip-up sight that would be instrumental in their initial training. Symbols and diagrams augmented the verbal explanation, enriching the recruits' understanding of the MK 656's manual mode and its compatibility with the armoured suits.

As 6DG05 continued his instructions, the recruits felt a sense of integration between the auditory and visual elements, the information seamlessly converging within their helmets. The technological symphony of guidance unfolded, preparing the recruits for the hands-on experience that awaited them on the firing range.

Over their encrypted communication channels, IU664's voice reached H2U8M with a digital clarity that transcended the confines of their helmets.

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] Feels solid, doesn't it? The weight, the texture.

H2U8M: [Text Insert on HUD] Yeah, like an extension of the suit. Excited about the shooting practice?

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] Absolutely. Can't wait to see what this MK 656 can do.

In the controlled environment of the range, the recruits stood in a disciplined formation. The MK 656 rifles, extensions of their armoured suits, were cradled in their gauntleted hands. The noise suppression technology seamlessly isolated them from the external world, transforming the explosive cracks of gunfire into subdued, controlled reports within the confines of their helmets.

With each precise pull of the trigger, the rifles unleashed 5.56×45mm NATO ammunition downrange. The Built-in Air Filtration ensured they could breathe easy, maintaining optimal air quality as they focused on their marksmanship. The HUDs projected critical information, creating a digital overlay that enhanced their understanding of the ongoing exercise. Real-time data on target accuracy, ammunition count, and various performance metrics guided them through the training.

The atmosphere on the range was a paradox — a symphony of controlled gunfire accompanied by the quiet assurance of the recruits, their actions synchronized by the technology woven into their armoured suits.

KO10T: [Text Insert on HUD] Let's give them a taste of reward conditioning, 6DG05.

6DG05: [Text Insert on HUD] Agreed. It'll boost their morale and reinforce positive behavior.

As the recruits continued firing, the instructors, initiated the instant reward routines. Each time a shot landed within the designated target parameters, a surge of pleasurable stimuli coursed through the recruits' chastity cages. It was a subtle reinforcement, a digital pat on the back to encourage precision and accuracy.

The instructors observed the recruits through the telemetry data, ensuring that the reward conditioning was having the desired effect.

IU664: [Text Insert on Encrypted Channel] Well, looks like hitting the mark comes with its perks.

H2U8M: [Text Insert on Encrypted Channel] Pleasure for precision, who would've thought?

IU664: [Text Insert on Encrypted Channel] Incentives in all the right places, my friend.

H2U8M: [Text Insert on Encrypted Channel] Wonder if the higher-ups are getting a kick out of watching our pleasure stats.

KO10T: [Text Insert on Encrypted Channel] Alright, recruits, cease fire. Secure your rifles. It's time for a break. Chow and tea. Enjoy.

As the message from KO10T echoed in their helmets, the shooting range fell silent. The recruits carefully secured their rifles, following the procedures they had been trained on. The HUD guided them through the steps, overlaying instructions on their field of view. Once the rifles were safely stored, they began their march to the designated area for a well-deserved break.

[mariacallous]

During the broadcast of Sunday Evening With Vladimir Solovyov on Russian state TV, host Vladimir Solovyov proudly announced that he recently traveled to Damascus to interview President of Syria Bashar al-Assad to get his advice about how to interact with “crazed capitalist Western regimes” and “how to combat their lies.” After years of pleading for the attention of the fired Fox News host Tucker Carlson, Solovyov was able to snag the next best thing by interviewing Assad.

Unable to get his mind off Carlson’s ill-fated interview, Solovyov asked Assad for his prediction as to the outcome of the U.S. elections: “I’ll ask the same question that Tucker Carlson asked Putin: Biden or Trump?” Assad opined, “The analysis of the media and other information shows that Trump will win, but I always say that American presidents resemble one another.” He proceeded to assert that the unnamed figures behind the scenes—and not the U.S. presidents—determine the country’s politics.

During the interview, irony died a thousand painful deaths, as Russia’s most notorious propagandist, known for his hypocrisy, lies and nuclear threats, joined the butcher of Syria, known for committing war crimes and repeatedly lying about his actions. Disregarding Assad’s notorious use of chemical weapons against his own people, Solovyov claimed that the Syrian people “have freely made their choice.”

The Russian host alleged that the world is standing on the precipice of potential nuclear apocalypse, claiming that the United States and Israel are likely to be the first to use nuclear weapons against Iran.

Several times, Solovyov unsuccessfully attempted to extract the condemnation of the Oct. 7 terrorist attack against Israel. Taking a page out of Putin’s book, Assad insisted that it’s impossible to discuss that event without delving deep into the history of Israel and Palestine—the way Putin had to educate Carlson on Rurik’s exploits during their talk. The Syrian dictator made no secret of his inspiration for this approach. Assad asked, “Can you separate the war in Ukraine from a historical evolution? Can you describe Russia’s efforts of reunification with the Southern territories without delving into history? Can you separate these efforts from history? All the present is inextricably tied to the past.”

Quoting an unnamed commentator, Solovyov pondered why Russia, with a population of only 150 million, were not afraid to go against the entire NATO, but several billion Muslims can’t defend their Palestinian brothers. He asked, “Why won’t the Arab countries take the steps that would seem justified and necessary, in order to stop the bloody slaughter in Gaza?” Solovyov’s concern was most likely motivated by the well-known talking point among Russian experts, who believe that a wider escalation in the Middle East would distract the U.S. and allies from Ukraine. Assad disappointed him by bemoaning the lack of unity among Arab countries, coupled with strong Western influence in the region.

Solovyov asserted, “The West is constantly lying! This is why we see what is now happening in Ukraine not as our war against Ukraine. For us, this is a holy war and a religious war. We are confronted by Satanism, by the evil in its purest form. Everything that is rejected by our culture and our faith.”

Solovyov then made a comparison that was more damning than exculpatory, by aligning the global condemnation of Assad for his regime’s use of chemical weapons in 2017 with the Bucha massacre in Ukraine. The host stressed, “Our people don’t believe it. The Syrian people don’t believe it. They came out and supported you. Our people came out and supported our Supreme Commander.” In a truly grotesque moment, Solovyov asked Assad, “How do we fight against the lies that are so pervasive?” Assad proceeded to accuse the Western media of keeping everyday people in the dark. Gesturing towards himself and Solovyov, Assad asserted, “We are different. For us, the truth is above all! We are spreading the truth! Transparency is also crucial in politics and government.”

Solovyov brought up the upcoming presidential election in Russia, despite the fact that Putin has no real opponents and the main opposition leader, Alexei Navalny, conveniently perished in the run-up to the Kremlin-controlled election charade. He pompously asked, “How much does this election impact the future of the world and not just Russia?” Assad asserted in reply, “The fate of the world depends on Russia—for many reasons, not only because of the war in Ukraine.” He proceeded to explain why the change of leadership in Russia during its fateful war in Ukraine would be impossible to conjure up. Assad asserted that he doesn’t want to interfere in Russia’s internal affairs, but at the same time made it clear that Putin should remain in charge for the good of the country and the world.

Assad pondered out loud, “Does Russia have any other options that would guarantee the kind of policies that will return it to the position of global influence? Of course, not the same as the Soviet Union, but much stronger.” The Syrian dictator repeatedly reiterated that his vocal support for Putin’s continued presidency is merely “his personal opinion.” Solovyov chimed in to reply, “Your personal opinion is very important!”

After praising Putin’s leadership and asserting that it should not be subject to change, Solovyov and Assad awkwardly giggled together, as they jointly mocked and criticized the President of Ukraine Volodymyr Zelensky.

Solovyov asked, “Do you remember that you are a tyrant and a dictator, just like Vladimir Putin, just like Xi Jinping, just like the Iranian leadership, just like the leadership of [North] Korea? Meanwhile, in America and Europe, they are the democrats. You say that you should listen to the people, but they insist that everyone should listen to them. So who is the tyrant now?” Purporting to slam Western democracies, Assad sounded like he was describing Russia: “There is only one choice, there aren’t many options. The media and celebrities will make it seem that you elected the one you wanted.”

Solovyov repeatedly tried to draw the parallels between Russia and Syria, except for one glaring similarity. He failed to mention that both Assad and Putin are wanted for their war crimes.

[t-ablog]

‏🔻بدأنا 🔻

🛑هذا الإضراب يهدف لزلزلة اقتصاد الحكومات الغربية الداعمة للاحتلال والإبادة الجماعية

⭕️سنحدث حالة من الضغط الجماعي على البنوك التي تملك السلطة على صناع القرار في العالم الرأسمالي الذي يخضع لسيطرة المنظمة الصهيونية

⭕️ندعو أيضا جميع العرب المتواجدين في البلاد العربية والغربية إلى البدء بسحب أموالهم من البنوك الغربية وتوجيهها للبنوك العربية والإسلامية حول العالم دعما لأوطانهم المساندة للقضية الفلسطينية

🛑نطالب ب :

1. وقف إطلاق النار/ حملة الإبادة ضد غزة فوراً.

2. وقف سياسات دعم الاحتلال والإبادة والتطهير العرقي في فلسطين.

3.وقف إمدادات الأسلحة والذخائر والتمويل والدعم عن جيش الاحتلال.

4.فرض عقوبات دولية على الاحتلال ومحاكمة قادته.

5.فتح معابر قطاع غزة للإمدادات الإنسانية والمعيشية فوراً دون قيود.

🔻سنقوم بخطوات تصعيدية في حال عدم الاستجابة لهذه المطالب الشعبية.

🔻مستمرون إلى حين التحرير ..

........ اسراء الشيخ منصة x

‎#الإضراب_العالمي

‎#StrikeForGaza

⭕️Call to Action⭕️

🛑Strike to shake them economically.

⭕️Let's join forces.Calling on the western world, Arabs and Muslims world . Stand in unity with the Palestinian cause.

⭕️Arabs and Muslims,wherever you are, to withdraw your money from Western banks and support Arab and Islamic banking .

🛑Our demands are simple for Gaza:

1. Stop the violence and genocide

2. End policies that support occupation and ethnic cleansing

3. Cut off the supplies of weapons

4. Impose global sanctions on the occupying powers and bring their leaders to justice.

5. Open Gaza's borders immediately for humanitarian aid with no restrictions.

🛑If these demands aren't met, we'll take stronger actions.

🔻Stand up for justice

🔻stand up for Palestine

.

#StrikeForGaza

✌️🇵🇸✌️🇵🇸✌️

T

[anhed-nia]

BLOGTOBER 10/9/2022: THE HIDDEN (1987)

I'm gonna say something contentious about this great movie, to my own detriment, but I think it's the truth: Boys love THE HIDDEN. I mean, I also love THE HIDDEN. Everybody who loves a good movie loves THE HIDDEN! It's a huge party with great performances, cool images, and non-stop action. Bitchin' car chases, sick guitar riffs, sci-fi weapons, fucked up parasites, and gun-toting strippers are not inherently gendered fare; they are for everyone. But I think that the way I watch THE HIDDEN is fundamentally different from the way that, say, my husband watches it. He grew up in the New Jersey suburbs in the '80s and '90s, raised with a sense that his natural, god-given culture was cool cars, hot chicks, shootouts, explosions, secret agents, alien invaders, and all this macho material that blasts out of the screen when you watch THE HIDDEN. When my husband and I watch this movie, we may experience a similar level of pleasure, but not for the same reasons. He sees a great movie, but he also sees the greatest expression of what he was raised to believe is an inherent part of his being. He gets a sense of ownership, a feeling of having his own true nature acknowledged, that I can't really touch as a cis het girl who was raised as such—and I've noticed this every time I watch THE HIDDEN with the dudes in my life. They get a sense of social patriotism from it, a feeling of unity, and an affirmation of the most basic tenants of their cultural identity. And I think that's totally great.

So anyway, THE HIDDEN is the best movie by director Jack Sholder, unless you understand that WISHMASTER 2 is the greatest movie ever made, or unless you are doing contrarian hot takes on the quality of NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET 2 just to point out that it's not as bad as its homophobic haters insist that it is. Without knowing for sure, I'd bet it's also the best movie from Bob Hunt, who also wrote THE BOOGENS. THE HIDDEN is a buddy cop movie in which hardboiled cop Michael Nouri and obvious space alien Kyle MacLachlachlan and hunt an intergalactic parasite with a taste for fast cars, rock'n'roll, and ultraviolence. It resembles ELM STREET 2 in its focus on male bonding and male fears around bodily vulnerability. It resembles WISHMASTER 2 in being an uninhibited, imaginative, balls to the wall good time. THE HIDDEN is fun, funny, and oddly moving, and it's basically only going to put you off if you hate joy.

It's easy to be distracted by the high octane spectacle of this movie, but it is also beautifully cast and performed. Kyle MacLachlan is typically wonderful and he has great chemistry with Michael Nouri, but the parasite also gives us a string of great performances from its hosts. My personal favorite is William Boyett, a lantern-jawed square who usually showed up in movies and shows about cops, cowboys, spies, and other GI Joe types, and his straight-laced appearance is a perfect foil for the extreme antisociality of the parasite, who totes around a boombox blasting shedding rock music on its relentless crime spree. Other standouts include Twin Peaks alum Chris Mulkey, Claudia Christian from MANIAC COP 2, and last but not least, Jake the dog from NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET 4.

I don't really have anything deep to say about THE HIDDEN besides the sociological observation that I led with. But, even though I maintain that it offers a delightful and, all things considered, not particularly toxic reflection of American masculinity, I should underline that THE HIDDEN is definitely for everyone. Watch it today to turn off your brain and boost your mood.

PS Here is my husband's hilarious photo of us watching THE HIDDEN on my laptop during our recent road trip. It really says how we feel about William Boyett.

#blogtober #blogtober 2022 #the hidden #1987 #jack sholder #kyle maclachlan #michael nouri #claudia christian #william boyett #jake the dog #horror #sci-fi #sience fiction #body horror #parasite #action #buddy cop #bob hunt

[galerymod]

There is a film about an artificial intelligence network that has finally determined that humans are the biggest pest and then wants to eliminate or contain them.

At OpenAI, AI now also creates videos

Pioneer OpenAI presents another advance in the development of artificial intelligence: new software can produce short videos based on text specifications. The first sample sequences of a woman in Tokyo, for example, are astonishing.

What is interesting overall is that no matter what risk technology mankind is involved in, whether in chemistry, biology, atomic physics and now AI, it is always carried out according to the same procedure: first do it, then think about it and then realise that the development can be misused.

Chemistry = chemical warfare weapons

Biology = biological warfare weapons

Atomic physics = nuclear weapons

AI = dangerous real-time altered reality applications, AI-controlled weapons technology, sociological cultures economic changes to the entire world of work ,.......

But now to the present

OpenAI has developed an application with which you can create a completely Ki-controlled reality.

This reality, which is not a reality, can no longer be distinguished from reality.

Open IA explains that you cannot create politicians with the application and embed them in a fake reality in order to abuse it for your own benefit.

What rubbish, why do you need politicians if you can't create real events which you can then use to incite ethnic groups against each other in order to pursue your own goals. The seizure of power on the basis of the disintegration of national unity.

Yes, next to it we have a few nice films that are completely harmless - no, not really.

How about the text entry: in the bible belt of the united states of america a trump supporter is brutally killed at a por life demonstration by three woke liberal demonstrators.

Or

This here in the middle of Jordan a fundamentalist Jewish settler shoots a group of Palestinian refugees.

Only stories made up by us which can of course be brought to life by a AI to the detriment of us all and to the benefit of a few who only pursue their own goals which are not in harmony with humanity.

And it will happen whether you mark it or not - it will become abuse. And the makers will, as always, not take responsibility but only generate money for the benefit of their shareholders.

As always, no one bears the responsibility and we all bear the risks!

It's time to create rules that everyone should abide by and thereby recognise those who violate them. Let's do nothing about it and if we do then only half-heartedly.

So these AI "impacts" will happen and we will all suffer as a result.

It will change the world and not for our benefit, but for the benefit of individuals.

The drone with facial recognition and ki as a weapon, the social score idea coupled with ki to dominate a people,.....

Hooray and this is more modern..... Insider 🌋🌋👍

mod

AI could support us in the fight against climate change, but that is not the business model that the makers of ki have in mind. Neither technology nor ki can solve the problems of climate change, both parts can only help to slow down the rise in temperature.

Political will and social responsibility based on action are the foundations for securing our future. AI can improve the world for us, but then societies have to be reorganised so that everyone benefits. AI tax for jobs that are lost due to AI, basic income, voluntary social work with responsibility paid from AI foundations, AI companies that take on social responsibility. .......

#openai #risk #who cares #reality #or not #freedom of expression #equal rights #skynet #film #sora #save our democracy #we need rules #terminator #say goodbye #the the old world #galelry mod #freedom of speech #horror #mod studio #equality

[mydarlinginej]

read my full review of foul heart huntsman by chloe gong here.

From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of These Violent Delights and Our Violent Ends comes the second book in the captivating Foul Lady Fortune duology following an immortal assassin in 1930s Shanghai as she races to save her country and her love.

Winter is drawing thick in 1932 Shanghai, as is the ever-nearing threat of a Japanese invasion.

Rosalind Lang has suffered the worst possible fate for a national spy: she’s been exposed. With the media storm camped outside her apartment for the infamous Lady Fortune, she’s barely left her bedroom in weeks, plotting her next course of action after Orion was taken and his memories of Rosalind wiped. Though their marriage might have been a sham, his absence hurts her more than any physical wound. She won’t rest until she gets him back.

But with her identity in the open, the task is near impossible. The only way to leave the city and rescue Orion is under the guise of a national tour. It’s easy to convince her superiors that the countryside needs unity more than ever, and who better than an immortal girl to stir pride and strength into the people?

When the tour goes wrong, however, everything Rosalind once knew is thrown up in the air. Taking refuge outside Shanghai, old ghosts come into the open and adversaries turn to allies. To save Orion, they must find a cure to his mother’s traitorous invention and take this dangerous chemical weapon away from impending foreign invasion—but the clock is ticking, and if Rosalind fails, it’s not only Orion she loses, but her nation itself.

my review:

If you’ve been following me for a while, you must know at this point that I am a Big Chloe Gong fan and have been since 2020. Foul Lady Fortune is probably my favorite of her books, so of course I was absolutely desperate to read the sequel. I devoured it as soon as I received an ARC and I do not regret that decision at all! Foul Heart Huntsman was a brilliant series finale, with twists and turns and an ending that will leave everyone happy.

This review contains spoilers for These Violent Ends, Our Violent Ends, and Foul Lady Fortune.

Months after the events of the previous book, Rosalind is desperate to get Orion back after his mother brainwashed him and took him away. When she learns that she’s about to be released from service, she volunteers herself to go on a national tour in an attempt to lure Orion to her. Meanwhile, Celia and Oliver are tasked with intercepting him if he does show up at the tour; Alisa is on the run with the only vial of the cure for the super soldier serum; and Phoebe has her own plans up her sleeve to get her brother back.

read my full review here.

#foul heart huntsman #foul lady fortune #chloe gong #secret shanghai #book reviews #reviews #booklr #mine #link #q

[opanas-opanasovych-opanasenko]

Statement of the Intelligence Committee under the President of Ukraine

Source: https://t.me/SBUkr/11299 Dear Ukrainians and our international partners! Two years after Russia launched a full-scale war of aggression, Ukraine faced an objective threat to its existence as a state, as a nation, as a community of free and equal people. In conditions of deliberate distraction of the global public attention from the long and bloody Russian-Ukrainian war, the leadership of the aggressor country managed to implement a series of planned sabotage actions, special information operations and open provocations.

The main directions and goals of the enemy are the disruption of Ukrainian mobilization, the spread of disinformation about Ukraine's inability to win, the creation and distribution of fakes about "fatigue with Ukraine" among our partners and allies in the world. The global international goal of the Russians is to reduce the support of our country from the pro-Ukrainian coalition in the world.

The goal of the Russians inside Ukraine is to demoralize Ukrainians, to sow panic among the population, to drive a wedge between military personnel and civilians, to make everyone quarrel with everyone, including representatives of the country's political leadership and civil society.

Russian special services have extensive experience in conducting hybrid wars. They spend no less on information attacks against Ukraine than on a conventional war. As reported by the Intelligence Committee under the President of Ukraine, in November of last year, as part of the Maidan-3 special operation, Russia spent almost $250 million on spreading anti-Ukrainian sentiments on the Telegram platform alone. Instead, the total budget of the operation was an astronomical 1.5 billion dollars. This is the most expensive "action" of the Russian special services in history.

Special operation "Maidan - 3" will reach its climax in March-May 2024, during the coming weeks the enemy will make every effort to spread narratives destructive to world security and attempts to incite conflicts - both inside Ukraine and in other parts of the world where there is effective support of Ukraine.

The campaign methodology is traditional for Russian special services: to question the legitimacy of government decisions made in Ukraine after May 20, to spread panic and despair, to artificially oppose civilians and military, to induce quarreling between us and our allies, to spread all kinds of "conspiracy theories" in society. This is happening against the background of public statements of the Russian Federation about the creation of new types of super-weapons, which, according to the Russians, should ensure the technical superiority of the Russian Federation over the West for the next decade. It follows from this that opposition to the goals of the Russian Federation in Ukraine is dangerous for the world, and therefore the Russian Federation will push other countries to a direct dialogue regarding Ukraine without our participation.

Also, the Russians, through their own agents of influence in Ukraine and around the world, will bet on the organization of various protest actions, will deliberately discredit the process of exchanging prisoners of war.

According to the enemy's plan, the situation in our country will be shaken in the first half of June, and then, taking advantage of this, Ukraine will be inflicted with a military defeat in the East, and this is the key idea of their operation.

In view of the above circumstances, we appeal to Ukrainian society, our international partners and allies to strengthen joint resistance and comprehensive security measures, especially in the information space, in order to effectively counter global threats and challenges of a new global hybrid war. The war that the Russian Federation and its criminal allies are waging against the entire civilized world today. Our society needs unity. Glory to Ukraine!

#russia is a terrorist state #russia must burn #demilitarize russia #disarm russia #russia #tankies #marxism leninism #marxist leninist #russian psyop #russian imperialism #russian propaganda #psyops #fuck russia #russia ukraine crisis #russian invasion #russia ukraine conflict #russia ukraine war

[unhonestlymirror]

This whole UN thing is not working properly at all. We have a new russian hitler who literally wants to destroy us, but for some reason, we can't give Ukraine weapons and money because... a Hungarian dictator, who clearly befriends russia and Lukashenko, doesn't allow that? The "democracy" time is gone. You either kick him out, as well as Slovakian government, or you fucking die under russian missiles.

Hungarian Prime Minister Viktor Orbán's actions have not yet affected the unity of the European Union in support of Ukraine - Prime Minister of the Netherlands

"Everyone thinks it's all about our values. But it's also about our security. Because if everything works out, the war won't stop in Ukraine. Then putin will continue. In the end, it threatens security. All the way to the Netherlands. That's why this war is so important, and for Ukraine to win in it, not russia," Mark Rutte emphasized.

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Bro I think you need to simply hire an assassin to kill Orban, he's a European version of Lukashenko. You can see that those impotent UN negotiators can't do anything.

#if i was a billioner I would hire a lot of assassins ngl