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Sub For All Things Jeff Rosenstock! Jeff Rosenstock is an American musician and songwriter from Long Island, United States. He was the lead singer of the ska punk band The Arrogant Sons of Bitches, the musical collective Bomb the Music Industry! and the indie rock band Kudrow. After the breakup of Bomb the Music Industry!, he began a solo career.

2023.03.21 08:44 BoatConscious3010 My theory on the significance of the Leader

So I've been thinking recently about how the show in season 3 and 4 really seemed to hype up the significance of the position of Leader of The Others, only to pull the rug back and reveal it as mostly insignificant compared to the role of Protector. So what gives? After all, it was said by Richard that the Leader had to be "special" whereas this wasn't a prerequisite to become the Protector. Jacob had a number of candidates, some special and some not.
We know that the origin point of The Others as well as Jacob's search for a new Protector was the same exact time - the arrival of Richard on the Black Rock. Its the point that the MiB makes his first play at finding his loophole and Jacob realises he has a limited time before he will succeed. It's also the time he gives Richard the job of essentially creating The Others. So here's what I think the deal with the Leader was originally. I think it was the original method that Jacob used to find a replacement Protector. We know that Jacobs brother was "special" and identified as such why he was still a boy. Mother favoured him to originally to become Protector over Jacob and Jacob is very conscious of that fact.
So I think way back in the 1800s he instructs Richard to find boys who exhibit unique abilities. This is where the long held tradition of island leadership was established. These boys would be raised up by Richard to take the reigns of power when they come of age as a kind of job interview - Jacob would see how they handle being given responsibility over protecting the island to see how suitable they are to replace him as Protector. During their leadership they would be guided by Richard but have no direct communication from Jacob because it was a test. If they passed, they would finally be invited into the statue for an audience with Jacob and would be offered the job of replacing Jacob as Protector.
But what happened is this process was a failure. From whoever the first ever Leader was right up until Benjamin Linus, the final leader selected before MiBs long con with Locke, none of the leaders Richard put in power were ever granted an audience with Jacob as none were suitable to become Protector. And most of not all were not special in any way.
So around the 1950s I think is when Jacob began mostly abandoning this idea and going out on his own to select large pools of candidates to replace him instead, abandoning The Others as his method of finding his replacement because of the disappointment he'd experienced
Meanwhile in 2007, thinking he'd finally found the right leader (John Locke), one who seemed more special than any that came before, Richard reluctantly breaks Jacobs rule of not taking the leader for an audience until he was invited by Jacob. And not only that allows him to bring a former leader in with him (Ben) and Jacob is murdered by Ben. Putting in motion the final sequence of events that will lead to the war with the MiB that will see Jacobs candidates defeat the MiB.
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2023.03.21 08:41 Responsible_Cod_2975 i (f 21) kissed my friend (m 21) while i was drunk

it’s a little bit lengthy. sorry!
i (f 21) am a college student and in a sorority on my campus. my friend, we’ll call him “john” (m 21), also attends my university and is in a frat on campus. we have been friends for about a year and have had our ups and downs, but he is fiercely loyal and i definitely consider him one of my closest friends on campus. when we first became friends, john knew that i had been in a situationship with one of his frat brothers. john would listen and offer advice on the situation, and i would do the same for him with his girl problems. early on in our friendship, before we became good friends (about 7 months ago) i was at a party being hosted by john’s fraternity and i asked john if he would be interested in pursuing anything romantic with me or if we should stay as just friends (literally almost exactly how i asked the question), and he said he wasn’t ready for anything romantic in general at that point in time. about a month later, john was a bit tipsy and made a comment about how our relationship could be just like my situationship if we made out/kissed. i laughed it off and john doesn’t remember saying that, but it’s more of an inside joke now. about 5 months ago, john was one of the only people to come to my defense when his frat made sexist jokes/comments about me, effectively making him one of my only friends in that frat. since the initial talk about whether we should be romantic or platonic, john and i have not done anything romantic or sexual. this past weekend, i got drunk for the first time in a while. it was the first weekend back on campus after spring break. i ended up texting john and telling him that i missed him, and he responded by saying that he missed me too and that i was “one of [his] favorite people” and that he is “so lucky to have [me] in [his] life.” i returned the sentiment and said i loved him (which is not an uncommon thing for me to say to my friends — including john) and asked if i could come over to his room at the frat house to hang out. i showed up a little after 2 am, drunk, and we talked for a while. i can’t remember a lot of what we talked about, which makes me a little nervous. we ended up watching a cartoon and i somehow ended up cuddling him on his couch. i can’t remember how that happened but i’m assuming i initiated it because i remember being absolutely freezing and shaking from being cold. i started to fall asleep so john moved to the bed and left me on the couch. i had no blankets and started shaking again, so i THINK i asked to cuddle or something? and he said sure so i got in bed with him. he turned the lights off and i can’t remember how we started kissing but the next thing i remember is us making out for a long time. afterwards, i remember asking him if he was okay and he said yeah but that he wasn’t expecting that to happen. i remember responding by saying “you weren’t expecting it? but you initiated it haha” and i don’t remember how he responded to that comment. i also don’t remember if he actually was the one to initiate it. after, we cuddled and talked a little bit and i remember it being a light-hearted conversation, but i can’t remember if we talked about the “omg we just made out” factor of it all. the next morning i woke up and he was on the couch, he gave me a sweatshirt and i walked home. i texted him after and asked if we were good, and he said yes. i texted him again today (two days after) and asked if he really meant it when he said we were good or was he just trying to avoid conflict, and he said we were actually good. beyond that, we haven’t explicitly talked about what happened and i haven’t told any of my friends because john and i share a lot of mutuals.
i don’t need advice on how i shouldn’t drink or anything along those lines; i’m well aware (thank you though). i’m worried that i said something or did something that i can’t remember, before during or after the make out, that crossed his boundaries or made him feel uncomfortable. i’m also debating if we should talk about what happened at all or just pretend it didn’t happen. i know john said we’re good, but i don’t want this to ruin our friendship or, worse, have him feel like he’s unsafe around me or that he can’t trust me. should i ask him if he wants to talk about it? should i ask him if i said anything too “unhinged” while i was drunk? should i ask him if he was comfortable with everything that happened or if it was a violation of his boundaries? should i tell him i’m worried because i don’t remember a lot of the specific details or conversations that occurred throughout that portion of the evening? i don’t want to keep bringing it up to him at the risk of making it uncomfortable and weird, but i don’t know what i to do.
please let me know, any advice would be appreciated!
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2023.03.21 08:26 dice1899 LFMW Rebuttal, Part 9: The Early Church – The Witnesses [B]

Posts in this series (note: link will not work properly in old Reddit or 3rd-party apps):
Last week, I briefly mentioned some of the insults and ill-treatment that have come my way because of writing these posts. One of the primary accusations made against me was that I was trying to make a name for myself. This couldn’t be further from the truth.
I have personally advertised these posts a grand total of six times: when I made my first Reddit post regarding the CES Letter, I went to a private LDS-related sub with about 30 active members and asked that if anyone had anything further they’d found, to share it in the comments of the post; when FAIR asked if they could repost them, I linked to the first one on my Facebook account and told my friends for the first time what I’d been doing for the past six months; I also mentioned when FAIR and Jennifer Roach each graciously invited me onto their podcasts; I announced this current series on Facebook; and I thanked FAIR for giving me an award at last year’s Conference, as well as all of the people who had been so supportive of me to that point. That’s it.
While I’m incredibly grateful to FAIR for giving me a wider platform and I’m very proud of the work I’ve put out, my goal was never to get attention for myself. I haven’t been searching out ways to put myself in the spotlight. I wasn’t even the one who approached FAIR; it was the other way around. In my offline life, I’m pretty shy and introverted, and attention actually makes me uncomfortable. It’s been an adjustment these past few years, with people suddenly knowing my name and recognizing my face. I don’t regret putting my real name to my writing and numerous blessings have come my way because of it. I’ve made a lot of friends, and the FAIR audience is generous and amazing and inspiring. But honestly, it hasn’t been easy and it wasn’t my intention.
I had five goals when writing the original CES Letter series:
1) To say that yes, these questions actually have been answered, and to share a few of those answers
2) To offer up a bunch of resources people could use to investigate the truth for themselves and find their own answers
3) To teach people how to evaluate sources and rank them according to their reliability and trustworthiness
4) To teach people how to study with the Spirit by their side, and
5) To point out manipulation tactics and fallacies commonly used by critics in their attacks
Ultimately, my intent was always to teach people how to maintain and grow their faith in Christ and in His restored gospel.
And you know what? Intention matters. It’s why I spent time at the beginning of each of these blog series delving into the background and prior statements of the authors whose documents we’re discussing. It’s why I give background information on some of the notable figures that come up. It’s why we need to learn how to evaluate sources in the first place.
A hostile source has a bias and an agenda. So does a friendly source, and so does a neutral source. Jeremy Runnells and Thomas Faulk have a bias and an agenda against the Church. I have a bias and an agenda in favor of the Church. You need to know that going into this material. Their intention is to tear down your faith. Mine is to build up your faith. I’ve been upfront about that right from the beginning. Have they? Because that’s information that you can use while evaluating our reliability and trustworthiness. Which of us is hiding information from you? Which of us is cutting quotes out of all context to give a false impression? Which of us is telling you to trust them, and which is telling you to trust God, the ultimate source of truth?
I’m bringing this all up because today’s topic involves accounts written by sources that need to be treated with caution. However, Thomas Faulk presents them as being completely truthful. Understanding how to evaluate sources is critical, and it’s only going to become more so as the years go by.
We all know that we can’t trust everything we read on the internet. Or, at least, we should know that. But for some reason, a lot of otherwise very smart, capable people don’t hold history books to the same standard. They need to. People make mistakes, and people have biases that aren’t always immediately clear.
You know the saying, “History was written by the winners”? That’s true. Historians have agendas, too. For a prime example of this, you don’t need to look any farther than D. Michael Quinn’s thoroughly debunked Same-Sex Dynamics Among Nineteenth-Century Americans: A Mormon Example.
In today’s chunk of the LFMW, Faulk picks up with a discussion about the Eight Witnesses:
  • The 8 Witnesses
On March 25, 1838, Martin Harris testified in public that none of the 3 or 8 witnesses saw or handled the physical plates.
That’s a mischaracterization of what we know.
After the fall of the Kirtland Safety Society bank in 1837, most of the Saints left Kirtland in early 1838. By the time this meeting occurred, a faction led by Warren Parrish had taken control of the temple with the intent, according to George A. Smith, “to renounce the Book of Mormon and Joseph Smith, and take the ‘Mormon’ doctrines to overthrow all the religions in the world, and unite all the Christian churches in one general band, and they to be its great leaders.” He also said, “One of them told me that Moses was a rascal and the Prophets were tyrants, and that Jesus Christ was a despot, Paul a base liar and all religion a fudge. And Parrish said he agreed with him in principle.”
Eventually, a growing division between the members of the faction came to a head, and they held a meeting to determine the validity of the Book of Mormon and other revelations Joseph received. This is the meeting referred to in Burnett’s letter.
I’m going to briefly skip ahead in the LFMW, just so the rest of this explanation makes sense:
A letter on dated April 15, 1838, Stephen Burnett wrote the following to Lyman Johnson:
“I have reflected long and deliberately upon the history of this church and weighed the evidence for and against it — loth to give it up — but when I came to hear Martin Harris state in public that he never saw the plates with his natural eyes only in vision or imagination, neither Oliver [Cowdery] nor David [Whitmer] and also that the eight witnesses never saw them and hesitated to sign that instrument for that reason, but were persuaded to do it, the last pedestal gave way, in my view our foundations was sapped and the entire superstructure fell a heap of ruins, … I was followed by W. [Warren] Parish, Luke Johnson and John Boynton, all of who concurred with me. After we were done speaking, M[artin] Harris arose and said he was sorry for any man who rejected the Book of Mormon for he knew it was true, he said he had hefted the plates repeatedly in a box with only a tablecloth or handkerchief over them, but he never saw them only as he saw a city through a mountain. And said that he never should have told that the testimony of the eight was false, if it had not been picked out of air but should have let it passed as it was.” (
Burnett was a member of Parrish’s band of dissenters, and believed that Martin Harris recanted his testimony during this speech. Parrish agreed with his assessment, though George A. Smith, who was in town during the meeting, reported the opposite. He said that Harris testified in favor of the Book of Mormon’s truthfulness, and said that anyone who rejected it would be damned.
According to a Church Institute Manual handout, “Martin Harris strongly objected to how Burnett described his testimony and ‘remained a convinced Book of Mormon believer.’” The quote is taken from Richard L. Anderson’s fantastic book, Investigating the Book of Mormon Witnesses:
We are of course seeing Harris through the mind of a frustrated intermediary, one who thinks Mormonism presents a “whole scene of lying and deception.” He thinks that Martin Harris has not really seen the plates. If “only in vision,” then Burnett (not Harris) says it was really just “imagination.” If the Three Witnesses “only saw them spiritually,” then Burnett (not Harris) can explain it as essentially “in vision with their eyes shut.” But Martin Harris felt misrepresented, or he would not have stood up in the Kirtland Temple to challenge the explanations of Burnett and his disaffected associates. Note that there are two distinct experiences of Harris: (1) “he said that he had hefted the plates repeatedly in a box with only a tablecloth or handkerchief over them, but he never saw them, only as he saw a city through a mountain”; (2) “he never saw the plates with his natural eyes, only in vision.” Getting at the real Martin Harris requires subtracting Burnett’s sarcasm that seeps into the above wording. … In other words, Burnett heard Martin say that he had seen the plates in vision, and when Burnett uses “only” four times to ridicule the experience, that shows his disbelief, not Martin’s speech. Martin’s candid denial of seeing the plates while translating was sometimes exaggerated into a denial of ever seeing the plates, but even Burnett reports Martin claiming two types of contact with the plates: lifting them thinly covered, plus later seeing them in the hands of the angel. So Burnett paraphrased Martin Harris with the evident rationalizations of a skeptic. But Martin knew his own experience and remained a convinced Book of Mormon believer. Study of his interviews shows how strongly he insisted that the sight of the angel and plates was as real as the sight of the physical objects around him….
In fact, Burnett’s own letter says that when Harris realized how Burnett and others interpreted his testimony, he stood back up and testified of the Book of Mormon, them said that his previous comments had been “picked out” of him under duress.
Now, there is a slight discrepancy on what this letter actually says. The Joseph Smith Papers Project transcribes this line as “picked out of air.” However, in his Early Mormon Documents, Volume 5, Dan Vogel transcribes it as “picked out of [h]im.” When you zoom in on the text, it’s hard to tell exactly what it says. Either way, though, the point is clear that in Burnett’s own words, Harris felt like he’d been forced into making whatever statement he may have made about the Eight Witnesses.
So, since none of these are firsthand accounts from Harris himself, we have to try to judge the sources on their merits. Burnett and Parrish claim Harris said one thing, Smith felt he said something else. And, as was just pointed out, Burnett’s letter later shows Harris agreeing with Smith.
Personally, to me, it sounds like Burnett and Parrish mischaracterized the situation. Regardless of where you land on that, however, it’s obvious that the actual situation is a lot more questionable than Faulk’s proclamation makes it seem. The following sentence actually comes in between the first sentence I quoted from Faulk and the letter:
This statement caused apostles Luke S. Johnson, Lyman E. Johnson, John F. Boynton, high priest Stephen Burnett and LDS Seventy Warren Parish to leave the church.
This is factually untrue. They left the Church because of the failure of the Kirtland Safety Society. As most of the people listed in that sentence were apostles at the time, their departures from the Church are well-documented.
Luke Johnson denounced Joseph alongside Warren Parrish and many others in late 1837 and at that point resigned from the Church. He was formally excommunicated alongside his brother Lyman E. Johnson and David Whitmer on April 13, 1838.
That denunciation took place shortly after December 10, 1837. All of those listed by Faulk were among those who denounced Joseph at this time. The History of the Church had this to say about it:
I returned to Kirtland on or about the 10th of December. During my absence in Missouri Warren Parrish, John F. Boynton, Luke S. Johnson, Joseph Coe, and some others united together for the overthrow of the Church. Soon after my return this dissenting band openly and publicly renounced the Church of Christ of Latter-day Saints and claimed themselves to be the old standard, calling themselves the Church of Christ, excluding the word “Saints,” and set me at naught, and the whole Church, denouncing us as heretics, not considering that the Saints shall possess the kingdom according to the Prophet Daniel.
Remember, The History of the Church was written to sound like it was Joseph speaking, but there’s no guarantee this paragraph was actually taken from his own words. It may have been the recollection of someone else entirely that was rewritten to sound like Joseph’s voice.
John F. Boynton was excommunicated in 1837. So was Warren Parrish. In fact, between July and August of 1837, Parrish was the one who led the armed riot inside the Kirtland Temple, an incident in which Boynton participated. They were well out of the Church before that letter of Burnett’s was ever written.
The only one whose timeline of apostasy is at all murky is Stephen Burnett. Most sources just say that he apostatized “by 1838.” He was one who participated in that denunciation of Joseph in December of 1837, but it’s unclear whether he actually left the Church at this point or within the next few months of early 1838.
There was no love lost between Burnett and Joseph. In the Elder’s Journal from August 1838, Joseph described Burnett as an “little ignorant blockhead ... whose heart was so set on money that he would at any time, sell his soul for fifty dollars and then think he had made an excellent bargain; and who had got wearied of the restraints of religion, and could not bear to have his purse taxed.”
So, clearly, by the time April 1838 rolled around, Burnett and Parrish were both incredibly hostile toward the Church and particularly toward Joseph Smith. That bias has bearing on how we should view their characterization of the meeting featuring Martin Harris, just like Richard L. Anderson explained above.
And let’s not forget the words of Martin Harris himself:
[N]o man ever heard me in any way deny the truth of the Book of Mormon, the administration of the angel that showed me the plates; nor the organization of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, under the administration of Joseph Smith Jun., the prophet the Lord raised up for that purpose, in these the latter days, that he may show forth his power and glory. The Lord has shown me these things by his Spirit–by the administration of holy angels–and confirmed the same with signs following....
A similar point was made by John Whitmer, the next Witness we’re going to discuss:
I have never heard that any one of the three or eight witnesses ever denied the testimony that they have borne to the Book as published in the first edition of the Book of Mormon. There are only two of the witnesses to that book now living, to wit., David Whitmer, one of the three, and John Wh[itmer], one of the eight. Our names have gone forth to all nations, tongues and people as a divine revelation from God. And it will bring to pass the designs of God according to the declaration therein contained.
These men were firm in their testimonies. Each one of them died still declaring their testimonies to the world.
On April 5, 1839 member of the Church, Theodore Turley, challenged John Whitmer, one of the 8 witnesses, to either affirm or deny his testimony regarding the gold plates. Whitmer responded by saying “I now say, I handled those plates ... they were shown to me by a supernatural power.” (History of the Church, vol.3 p307).
According to the 1828 Webster’s Dictionary, “supernatural” was synonymous with “miraculous” in Joseph’s day. The Witnesses appeared at various times to use the word to mean “by the power of God.”
As FAIR explains, three years before this report by Turley, John Whitmer said:
I desire to testify unto all ... that I have most assuredly seen the plates from whence the Book of Mormon [was] translated, and that I have handled these plates, and know of a surety that Joseph Smith, jr. has translated the Book of Mormon by the gift and power of God.
Then, in 1839, Turley reports Whitmer as making this statement:
Whitmer replied: ‘I now say, I handled those plates; there were fine engravings on both sides. I handled them;’ and he described how they were hung [on rings], and [said] ‘they were shown to me by a supernatural power;’ he acknowledged all.
And then, in late 1877 or early 1878, Myron Bond reported Whitmer as saying:
John Whitmer told me last winter ... [that he] ‘saw and handled’ [the plates and] ... helped to copy [the Book of Mormon manuscript] as the words fell from Joseph’s lips by supernatural or [A]lmighty power.
In each of these three statements, he declared that he both physically saw and handled the plates. Then he closed each statement by also testifying of the miraculous nature of the Book of Mormon. In the Turley incident, if it was reported accurately, he wasn’t saying that he didn’t literally see and handle the plates. He was saying that the plates themselves were miraculous. It was miraculous that Joseph received them, that he was able to translate them, and that Whitmer was allowed to see them for himself.
Again, situations like this are why we need to research these questions. If we only looked at one quote presented in a slanted manner, we wouldn’t know that this was a common pattern of Whitmer’s, and that he didn’t mean what Faulk implies he meant.
Why would a supernatural power be necessary if the plates actually existed? Couldn’t Joseph just invite the men he wanted to be witnesses over to his house, take the plates out of the box where he kept them and pass them around?
That’s exactly what was done when the Eight Witnesses saw the plates. They went into the woods to do it, but Joseph is the one who handed the plates over to them and let them hold them and turn the leaves.
The Three Witnesses were a different story, but there’s a reason why they were shown the plates by an angel. If their testimony was exactly the same as that of the Eight Witnesses, critics could claim that Joseph just manufactured the plates himself and there was nothing miraculous about it. And if all of the testimonies were like that of the Three Witnesses, they could claim that the plates never actually existed and that Joseph made the entire thing up. But this way, it’s a lot harder to account for the two different types of testimony.
Why are visions and supernatural means necessary to see these plates?
They weren’t. They are now, because the plates were returned to the Angel Moroni, but that wasn’t the case in 1829. They needed to pray for permission to see the plates, but they didn’t need to be shown them through miraculous means. The Three Witnesses were shown the plates by an angel to prove as true the Lord’s revelation that they had to see them by faith.
However, the two different types of testimony, one spiritual and one practical, make it that much harder to dismiss their testimonies. I have no doubt that was by design.
Published on are the signed statements by the 3 and 8 witnesses. JosephSmithPapers reveals that both statements and all signatures are in the handwriting of Oliver Cowdery. The official statements printed in the Book of Mormon are not signed with original signatures, dated or given a specific location where the events occurred.
The only surviving full copy of the Book of Mormon manuscript is the printer’s manuscript. It’s in Oliver’s handwriting because he copied it from the original manuscript so that they’d have two copies available.
In October of 1841, Joseph put the original copy in the cornerstone of the Nauvoo House. More than 40 years later, Emma’s second husband, Lewis Bidamon, made some renovations to the house and rediscovered it. It was badly damaged by water seepage and mold, and the Witness statements were some of the most damaged because they were at the back of the original Book of Mormon, not the front. Bidamon displayed the pages and gave many away to visitors to the house. Today, only about 28% of it is still intact, and even many of those pages and fragments are damaged. Extensive efforts to conserve them have been undertaken by both the Church and the Wilford Woodruff Museum, the two places where the bulk of the remaining pages survive. Private collectors have other additional fragments.
We have one statement from John Whitmer saying he signed the original copy, and three accounts of Joseph F. Smith saying that David Whitmer said he signed it as well (here, here, and here). There’s also a fourth David Whitmer account saying that Oliver copied their names onto the printer’s manuscript. Whitmer initially believed he had the original manuscript, which had previously been in Oliver’s possession until his death, but later came to accept that he had the printer’s copy.
Aside from the John Whitmer account, these are all secondhand reports, some given several decades later. As such, they should be treated with some skepticism. But, as most of them come from a prophet, I do personally lend them some weight and consider them to be pretty solid sources.
It’s true they’re not dated, but we know approximately when the experiences happened (in June of 1829) and where they happened. The Three Witnesses were shown the plates by the angel in the woods near the Whitmer home, while a few days later, the Eight Witnesses were shown them in the woods near the Smith home in Palmyra.
It should be noted that in John Whitmer’s final interview, published after his death, the details differ from the other accounts. He’s quoted as saying that he was shown the plates inside Joseph’s home, in two groups of four rather than all at once. However, this does conflict with other accounts, and David Whitmer publicly disputed the accuracy of the interview when it was published.
These are not 11 legally sworn statements; rather it seems possible that they are simple accounts pre-written, pre-signed and agreed upon at some later time.
This is a comment ripped straight out of the CES Letter. No, these are not legally sworn statements, but who on earth ever claimed that they were? Why would anyone think that? There’s no notary information on the statement.
And obviously, the printer’s manuscript was pre-written and pre-signed, since it’s not the original manuscript. But nothing other than the content of the statement was agreed upon at a later time. They all declared repeatedly, until the end of their lives, that they experienced the things they testified in those statements that they experienced.
In addition, consider the statement by Martin Harris (one of the 3 witnesses): “…and also that the eight witnesses never saw them and hesitated to sign that instrument for that reason, but were persuaded to do it.”
And, as we covered in the beginning of this post, that statement is suspect. It’s not a direct quote, it’s a summary from a hostile source’s letter—and that same letter said that Harris disavowed this statement.
Also, it’s worth pointing out that Martin Harris was not present when the Eight Witnesses handled the plates. He didn’t know what they experienced any more than we can. All any of us has to go on is their signed statement and the other comments they made about their experiences over the years. It’s not our place, and it’s certainly not Harris’s place, to redefine their experiences for them.
Reportedly this source document is printer’s manuscript and the original was only partially ruined, however the Church has never been able to produce the original.
Oh, good heavens. Yes, this is the printer’s manuscript, as we went over, and yes, the original was mostly damaged. The Church has produced the original on the Joseph Smith Papers Project. However, they did not obtain it until 2017. Prior to that, it was owned by the RLDS/Community of Christ Church, and the Church could not publish it in full color due to copyright reasons. There was a black and white copy copyrighted to the Community of Christ available on the website before that point.
So, in wrapping this all up, there was a clear, consistent theme running throughout this entire post. Vet your sources, guys. People lie, they twist the facts, and they have agendas. Be aware of that, and do your homework. Yeah, it can take a long time to do that, I get it. But the truth is important. When we hear slanted rhetoric like this, it’s not always obvious what the truth really is. We have to put in the work to figure it out. The Lord rewards us when we do. Remember, it’s after the trial of our faith that the witness of the truth comes to us.
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2023.03.21 08:13 Zappuel_LightninRod Help building plot for a campaign

So, in a few months, I might have a chance of running a small campaign, and my mind immedietly wandered into what I'd like to run. However, I feel like I need to bounce this off someone and figured I'd ask this entire subreddit, since I doubt anyone who would be a part of it is here. (Side note, if you're one of the six other people that's a part of Tales of Xen'Drik: Raiders of the Lost Condintent, BE GONE)
So the idea I had is based off of Powerwolf a bit, where werewolves are secretly in charge of the Church of the Silver Flame. This happened around the time of the Silver Crusade, being an incredibly well kept secret, that the only people who ever knew about it were the ancestors of the player characters, who personally dealt with The Wild Heart, and by exntension of him meddling with it, Dyrnn.
Cut to the present, and the player characters are "Recruited" by an otherworldly being that knows something's going on, but doesn't know what. The player characters are then mentally teleported to the past in the bodies of their ancestors, where they live through the Silver Crusade as their ancestors.
There would be times where they go to the present and the past, typically all as one party, but swaping character sheets based on the time period the character is in. I.E. someone is always going to be John, but while in the past, they'll use their ancestor's sheet, Jacob. Additionally, if John's player can't attend a session, Jacob takes their place as played by the DM, even if Jacob would be using John's sheet.
As for what I need help with the plot, would be.. I guess most of it? Obviously, I can tie quite a bit of ideas together, with the Lords of Dust, the Daelkyr and the Church of the Silver Flame, but it's the Lycanthrope side I'm having trouble with. They're in charge of things in the present, but what do I underline to make them evil and nefarious. Outside of Power and Vengence against the Church, what would their goal be?
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2023.03.21 08:06 ParaMoon42 So, yeah... Another day of it.

First of all - Good morning, everyone. And I hope that everyone is hanging in there and doing well. If not, hugs to you! And if yes, then hugs to you anyway. <3
This is my second post, in 20 hours, I hope that's alright? I just wanted to update things a bit about my first post here, concerning Rob's situation. Please forgive me - as I'm still learning Reddit etiquette and whatnot.
So... In my first post - I explained my brother's Rob situation and how my sister and I were going to take him to the VA hospital that morning. He has a brain tumor, diabetes from the said tumor, and a badly infected leg that is likely to be amputated in the near future. His health is steadily declining and it's pretty much an "end of life" kind of situation, with a little hope that perhaps the right kind of doctors can save him in Minnesota. It's a huge hope, however, with no guarantees.
Anyway - my sister, Ace, called the local VA, and got him all set up with their systems, and the registered nurse there advised that Rob come in right away to the VA's Emergency Room, so that doctors can work on his leg. I know how serious the leg is, because I've changed his bandages, and...
I don't know how to tag posts here yet, so - CONTENT WARNING: Gruesome medical details! (Just skip this paragraph, if you have a weak stomach or not wishing to carry such a mental image in your head today). So yeah... there's very little left of Rob's lower leg, above the ankle and just under the knee. He's lost so much muscle mass (in both legs, but especially where the infection is). There's a five-inch open wound there down to the pink and white fleshy layer, that bleeds heavily and leaks fluid. On the same leg, there are three smaller open wounds, with the third one opening up just under his knee recently. When I peel off the bandages, I peel away some of his skin and wound too - because it's very fragile and is just sloughing off at this point.
His situation is dire and extremely painful for him. So yes, Ace and I set up his trip to the VA yesterday - the nurse there gave my sister a number to call for a transportation service as well. We were both ready to go and all geared up, but then... Rob decides that he doesn't want to go. He hates hospitals. Doesn't want to stay in yet another hospital for long periods, like what happened to him at the not-so-nice hospital in Maryland.
I mean, I get it. I've had four surgeries in the past eight years and a childhood of being sick - in and out of hospitals. I hate hospitals too! But... his leg is literally falling apart and he's literally DYING. And I'm literally frustrated as all get out! LOL! XD
So, I sat down directly across from Rob, met him eye-to-eye, and calmly said to him, "You have two choices, dude. You can go to the VA and have them check out your leg, to get you set up with a home nurse, and a new brain surgeon too. Or you can stay here and die on our sofa. And we don't mind which choice you make, it's okay, but ultimately it's up to you."
He thought about it for a moment, then decided, "I'll go tomorrow. I just need to gather myself first." Okay, fair enough, so... we're going to try to get him to the VA hospital sometime today.
Unless he changes his mind.
And I'm grinding my teeth right now. LOL.
I really hope that he goes today, as I don't really want to change his bandages again. I'm pretty tough, but it's an ordeal to have your gloves covered in human blood and bodily fluids, and smelling the unmistakable stench of a serious infection. To hear the painful cries of your childhood hero and to feel like a right bastard for being the reason why they're crying out in pain, while changing said bandages.
It's A LOT. And I just hope that he goes into the VA today, to give both myself and Ace a break. A short breather is all. And more importantly, so that he can get REAL medical care and not just his sisters playing doctor and nurse. As I said before... stubbornness is a family trait, unfortunately.
Anyway, I am now sleeping at 1 or 3 in the afternoon, so that I can be awake by 9 or 10 at night, so Ace can sleep for work. And I checked in on Rob at 10 pm, just as Ace went to sleep for the night in her room. Rob was excited that I was there and that he wouldn't have to spend a couple of hours alone tonight. I explained that I am sleeping earlier so I can be awake with him in the night.
He asked me to watch a movie with him... a god-awful Vin Diesel movie. I forget the name of it, but it had witches and whatnot in it. He LOVES this movie and I'm dying of complete boredom before I began replaying scenes of a far better action movie in my head - John Wick. =p
But, finally, Rob has fallen asleep (for the next 40 or so minutes) and I'm back at my laptop in my room, having survived a Vin Diesel movie all the same.
So, that's my update for now. Will update this post, if he does or doesn't go into the VA today.
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2023.03.21 08:00 dspeyer EA Forum Digest 21 Mar 2023

Revolutionising National Risk Assessment (NRA): improved methods and stakeholder engagement to tackle global catastrophe and existential risks

Co-authored with Nick Wilson
This post is a partial and high-level summary of our research paper on national risk assessment (NRA) published in the academic journal Risk Analysis in March 2023. This post also places our work in the context of another recent report on NRA identifying common ground. Consider reading our full paper for complete details of our thinking on NRA as it applies to global catastrophe, and existential risk.
Many countries undertake National Risk Assessment (NRA) to evaluate risks of national significance, assessing for example, natural hazards, infectious diseases, industrial accidents, terrorist attacks, cyberattacks, organised crime, or institutional failure. The NRA process is complex and cross-sectoral, often excluding risks with low probability, and often has a short-term focus of less than five years. The outputs of NRA tend to communicate results in some form of National Risk Register (NRR) and/or consequence-probability (C,P) risk matrix.
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Summary/TLDR Introduction Aim of our paper Important Assumptions of National Risk Assessments Probability-consequence Risk Matrices Global catastrophic and existential risks Example: Pandemics Uncertainty and Assumption Stakeholder Engagement Conclusions

The Wizard of Oz Problem: How incentives and narratives can skew our perception of AI developments

Estimation for sanity checks

I feel very warmly about using relatively quick estimates to carry out sanity checks, i.e., to quickly check whether something is clearly off, whether some decision is clearly overdetermined, or whether someone is just bullshitting. This is in contrast to Fermi estimates, which aim to arrive at an estimate for a quantity of interest, and which I also feel warmly about but which aren’t the subject of this post. In this post, I explain why I like quantitative sanity checks so much, and I give some examples.
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Why I like this so much Some examples Photo Patch Foundation Sanity-checking that supply chain accountability has enough scale Sanity checking the cost-effectiveness of the EA Wiki Optimistic estimation for early causes Other examples Conclusion

Deep Deceptiveness

Save the Date April 1st 2023 EAGatherTown: UnUnConference

We're excited to officially announce the very first EA UnUnConference! APPLY HERE.
Naming What We Can, the most impactful post ever published on April 1st, have already volunteered to host a Q&A. We’re calling in the producers of the TV hit Impact Island, and would like to invite Peter Barnett to launch his new book What The Future Owes Us. The X-risk-Men Incubation Program is running an enlightening talks session.
Location: Mars in Gathertown
Date: April 1st, 2023, 24 hours and 37 minutes starting at 12:00pm UTC (or “lunch time” for british people)
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The case for impact What to expect Check out our official event poster! Get involved

Our clubs’ day tabling went well, AND wasn’t that effective.

EA Wellington (EAW) in New Zealand, has been iterating on the same basic stall idea since 2021, we have found this low cost method to be effective at encouraging engagement at the stall, with mixed results in people then turning up to our regular events, and unknown impact on people’s long term thinking.
This post outlines how we ran the stall at a recent Clubs’ Day at our local university, including the thinking behind some of our decisions, what we learnt from the process, and some things you might want to consider if you’re running a stall.
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1) Tell people about our upcoming events. 2) Get people to sign up for a temporary (2 emails) email list. 3) Tell people about the EAW Facebook page. 4) Offer people a free EA-themed book. 0) Interact with people - The Hook 1) Tell people about our upcoming events. 2) Get people to sign up for a temporary (2 emails) email list. 3) Tell people about the EAW Facebook page. 4) Offer people a free EA-themed book. Fellowship Long form mailing list Stickebookmark/EAW branded paraphernalia giveaways In terms of running an engaging stall, we think the most important elements for us were:

My Objections to "We’re All Gonna Die with Eliezer Yudkowsky"

Note: manually cross-posted from LessWrong. See here for discussion on LW.
I recently watched Eliezer Yudkowsky's appearance on the Bankless podcast, where he argued that AI was nigh-certain to end humanity. Since the podcast, some commentators have offered pushback against the doom conclusion. However, one sentiment I saw was that optimists tended not to engage with the specific arguments pessimists like Yudkowsky offered.
Economist Robin Hanson points out that this pattern is very common for small groups which hold counterintuitive beliefs: insiders develop their own internal language, which skeptical outsiders usually don't bother to learn. Outsiders then make objections that focus on broad arguments against the belief's plausibility, rather than objections that focus on specific insider arguments.
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Will current approaches scale to AGI? Discussion of human generality How to think about superintelligence The difficulty of alignment Yudkowsky tries to predict the inner goals of a GPT-like model. Why aren't other people as pessimistic as Yudkowsky? Hopes for a good outcome AI progress rates

Cooperative or Competitive Altruism, and Antisocial Counterfactuals

"We don’t usually think of achievements in terms of what would have happened otherwise, but we should. What matters is not who does good but whether good is done; and the measure of how much good you achieve is the difference between what happens as a result of your actions and what would have happened anyway." - William MacAskill, Doing Good Better

Counterfactual thinking is fundamental to economic thinking, and this approach has been incorporated into Effective Altruism. The actual impact of your choices is based on what changed, not what happened. Per the forum wiki summary, "Counterfactual reasoning involves scenarios that will occur if an agent chooses a certain action, or that would have occurred if an agent had chosen an action they did not."
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Myopia and Hyperopia Cooperation Within Effective Altruism, and Without Shapley Value "Non-EA Money"

Our research process: an overview from Rethink Priorities’ Global Health and Development team

Rethink Priorities’ Global Health and Development team is a multidisciplinary ten-person team conducting research around various global health, international development, and climate change topics. We have so far mostly done “shallow” style reports for Open Philanthropy, though we have also worked for other organizations, and have conducted some self-driven research. This post aims to share our current research process. The hope is to make our research as transparent as possible.
The Global Health and Development (GHD) team is one of the newer departments at Rethink Priorities (RP). It officially formed in Q3 2021, and throughout 2022 the team grew from the initial four hires to its current 10 members. Our team consists of two senior research managers (Tom Hird and Melanie Basnak) overseeing eight researchers of different seniority (Greer Gosnell, Aisling Leow, Jenny Kudymowa, Ruby Dickson, Bruce Tsai, Carmen van Schoubroeck, James Hu, and Erin Braid). GHD team members have expertise in economics, health, science, and policy, and bring experience from academia, consultancy, medicine, and nonprofit work.
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Our workflow The timeline of a typical project

Some Comments on the Recent FTX TIME Article

I worked at Alameda Research (AR) for about three months in early 2018. I was not involved in stealing FTX customer funds, and hopefully people trust me about that claim, if only because I quit before FTX was founded.
To make my COI clear: I left the company I founded to join AR; doing so was very costly to me; AR crashed and burned within a few months of me joining; I blamed this crashing and burning largely on Sam.
People who know I had a bad experience at AR are sometimes surprised that I’m not on the “obviously Sam was obviously 100% evil” bandwagon. I’ve been wanting to write something but found it hard because there weren’t specific things I could react to, it was just some vague difference in vibes.
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2023.03.21 07:59 RoboticOperatingBudd On This Day in Nintendo History: Kirby's Dream Land 2; Wario Land 3; Game Boy Advance; F-Zero: Maximum Velocity; Fire Emblem and more

On this day (March 21) in Nintendo history...

What are you favourite memories of these games? How do you think they hold up today? Hash it out in the comments.
(I am a bot. I think that I'm posting Nintendo events from this day in history, but if I've made a mistake or omission please leave a comment tagging KetchupTheDuck).
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2023.03.21 07:54 heavnferal Mahoraga:

Mahoraga, in my opinion is one of the most interesting aspects of jjk. In Japanese mythology Mahoraga is one of eight deities Deva, Naga, Yaksha, Gandharva, Asura, Garuda, Kinnara and Mahoraga, said to protect the Dharma.
Mahoraga are born as a result of practicing generosity whilst also protecting the Dharma and are inclined to anger.
Now eight deities could be symbolically linked toward the wheel on Mahoraga’s back or potentially fully realised potential of Megumi’s CT as Naga are most often portrayed as serpent, serpent like or half-serpent.
However the motif of the CT is Tokusanokandara or Ten Divine Treasures
  1. Mirror Of The Deep
  2. Mirror Of The Shore
  3. Eight Handled Long-Sword
  4. Jewel Of Life
  5. Jewel Of Resuscitation
  6. Jewel Of Plenty
  7. Jewel Of Turning Back On The Road
  8. Snake-Repelling Scarf
  9. Bee-Repelling Scarf
  10. Scarf To Ward Off Various Things
What do you think this could manifest as within Mahoraga or Ten Shadows Technique
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2023.03.21 07:53 MathematicianOk2149 Long Black Onyx Ring 92.5% Silver Ring 10x40 Mm Stone Ring - Etsy

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2023.03.21 07:51 vynomer I enjoyed the dungeons. Kind of.

I wasn't able to no life the entire beta, unfortunately. Some rather unfortunate people, let's call them "friends", forced me out of my cave and into the light for a few wall to wall sessions of table therapy. Or board games. Whatever. The point is, I didn't get to play nearly as much as I would have liked.
But I really enjoyed each dungeon I ran through. The atmosphere, the pacing, the bosses, the events... er, well. Actually. not the events. Well, some of the events. Like, kill everything on the floor was an okay event. I mean, I was probably going to do that anyway. Go find this key and carry it back was actually really enjoyable! Kind of. Well, see, it was a great basis for an event. Really, the only legitimate concern I had with the dungeon events that I encountered, some 20 or so, was that a couple of them required you to backtrack through empty dungeon. There was one dungeon, however, where I had to destroy some evil ground nodes that ended up being an outward spiral. And I missed the little off shoot for the first node. It ended up being faster to move back to teleport out of the dungeon and walk back in to fix that.
There is a good fix for both of those problems, I think. Backtracking with a box is actually totally okay... as long as the dungeon spawns in new mobs for the walk back! I love killing things in this game. It's fun and visceral. I like clearing the dungeon, too. So, I'm fine with wiping out the monsters and then exploring the dungeon afterward. But as part of an event, backtracking needs to be more enjoyable here.
As to the second problem, look no farther than a spiritually similar game: Wo Long, or it's predecessors, Nioh and Nioh 2. They are similar to a Dark Souls game, taking a large bit of that genre's playbook. But they're also a level based game, where you start a level and run through it. Sometimes you have to back track the level but... they also have doors that don't open from this side. That spiral level I mentioned would have been totally fine if, once I got around to the far end of the spiral, there was a lever or a breakable wall, or some other way to create a shortcut back to the earlier part of the dungeon. That way, I can go grab the thing I missed without having to all the way through a now totally empty dungeon.
I've got one more gripe with the events. See, a lot of people talk about the amazingly random worlds of the previous game, and some other games. And you know? I get that. I recognize a lot of people followed the metas and did their best to skip over as much of a dungeon as possible using teleports and other machinations. And you know? Some of those maps were super tedious with their twists and turns. This game, on the other hand, has a relatively small number of layouts per dungeon, and they can get rather predictable. Especially if you go into two or three dungeons with the same tile set. You start to see the pieces and how they fit together. But actually, that's totally fine. It makes repeating the dungeons faster and more efficient.
No, the real problem for me are things like Gharbad the Weak, the Butcher, and the Skeleton King from Diablo 1. That is to say, "random" events that can occur that add to the level or modify the dungeon. The first was a random NPC that gave you a mini quest before he inevitably betrayed you. The second was a set piece found somewhere in the dungeon that was iconic, but also not always in the game. And the final one was a sub dungeon you'd sometimes have access to with a basically mini dungeon inside a dungeon.
So what I'm saying is, I want the dungeons to be more random in their layout, not because I get tired of the repetitive nature of what I see or how the dungeons feel. No, what I really want are more arbitrary random events that might show up that could alter a dungeon in a way that is totally unexpected and not always available in that dungeon.
To be honest, there is at least one event that is very nearly exactly what I want, and if you've seen that event, I bet it made quite the impact upon you, especially for us hardcore players. My only disappointment was it felt more like a treasure goblin than a cool cinematic surprise. There was no seamlessly integrated element to the dungeon that housed this quite enjoyable event. It just sort of felt like a normal thing that suddenly turns out to be more of a big deal than expected! Cool and memorable, sure, but not quite what it could be.
Anyway, this turned into a bit of a rant. If you made it down this far, thank you for your patience. I suppose it's time to wrap this up.
To make a long story short, I really enjoy the dungeons. A few of the events need to be looked at in order to make them more fun, and a few of the dungeon layouts need a better way to get back to earlier areas without a ton of backtracking. And finally, it would be very exciting if integrated random events could be added to a dungeon, something to spice it up, such as surprise side floors or set pieces with an event, similar to what can be found out in the main world.
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2023.03.21 07:49 MathematicianOk2149 Long Moonstone Ring 92.5% Silver Ring Duel Stone Ring Blue - Etsy

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2023.03.21 07:45 Astro-Pal V For Vendetta is an action packed philosophical roller coaster that I adore, are ideas truly bulletproof?

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2023.03.21 07:37 Jrubas The Wolf and the Warrior: Pt 1

Griger Kel-Am watched from his cell in the old town jailhouse as workers busily erected a scaffolding in the courtyard below. It was shaping up nicely, he thought with an appreciative nod; the skeletal beams reminded him of the bones of dead animals in the Karel Desert and that comparison almost disturbed him.
Which was no easy feat. Griger had seen the worst the world had to offer. He fought beasts in the Staygin Mountains, fended off feral bandits in the Jarel Plains, and weathered more attacks, fights, battles, and death than most people even knew existed. Nothing on earth could rattle him. He couldn’t afford to let himself be shaken. Life, he had learned, was like a surging storm tide. You either stand strong against it, or you get knocked down and swept away. Griger refused to be swept away. He refused to wind up like the old bones he stumbled across on the North Road and in the snowy stepps at the top of the world. A man must be hard and stoic to survive, and he must be harder and colder to thrive.
Despite his grizzled face, many scars, dead eyes, and unseemly facial hair, Griger, a sword for hire since before the Great Plague, had always thrived.
Sighing, Griger left the window and walked over to the door; three brisk paces. He threaded his arms through the bars and tried his best to look up the corridor. In the cells across from him, other men, their faces dirty and white, cowered, waiting for their judgement.
Their open fear disgusted Griger.
Griger wasn’t afraid to die. Dying was easy; you closed your eyes and went to sleep. was hard, every day a knock down, drag out fight for dominance against something. Outlaws, nature, your own inner darkness. He did not seek death, but he welcomed it. The prospect of a noose tightening around his neck, of his body jerking and dancing before many jeering eyes and spitting mouths, however, almost bothered him.
But as a wise old man he once knew had said, This too shall pass.
A sardonic smile touched Griger’s chapped lips and he shook his head like a man who couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Of all the things he’d done in his life to deserve a hanging, self-defense is what did him in. Ha.
Two weeks ago, he was following the river from the North, on foot and alone save for his sword and his rucksack. He stopped at a tide pool to drink, and was beset by a man with a knife. In his frock coat and rubberized boots, he was too well dressed to be a highwayman; he never spoke a word until he lay in the grass, his throat laid open and gushing rich red blood. “Scoundrel,” he gurgled.
Griger relieved him of his boots and pocketbook and carried on. Before dusk, he came across the village and rented a room at the inn. Women in cheap, homespun dresses haunted the halls, knocking at doors to sell their company, and Griger, lying in bed by the flickering light of a lamp, was considering spending the rest of the money on one when three constables broke down the door.
The man he killed, they told him later, was the son of the mayor. At that moment, Griger knew he was in trouble.
They refused to believe that the son attacked first and pointed to the things Griger had taken from his as proof of overland piracy, theft, and murder. He was tried in a packed courtroom and found guilty, standing tall and proud but alone as no lawyer in the land would take his case.
Out in the courtyard, someone shouted, and a team of horses neighed, Griger, sitting on the edge of his cot, looked up at the window. The light was getting weaker as night approached. Shadows, long and black, fell through the slats and made unwholesome shapes across the earthen floor. Down the hall, a man cried out for water, and elsewhere, someone raked a metal cup back and forth across the bars. Would they hang him tonight, Griger wondered, or would they wait for dawn?
“You,” someone spat.
Griger looked up to find the mayor standing at the bars, his bloated face filled with hatred. Another man was with him, this one taller and thinner. They were both clad in the finest garments, but the stranger was undoubtedly better suited. Griger took him for a government official.
“What do you want?” Griger asked, an edge in his voice.
The mayor opened his mouth to speak, but the stranger silenced him. “My name is Urick Farbin. I’m the governor of Ezk Province and I have a proposition for you.”
“What’s that?”
Farbin flashed a tight smile.
It looked to Griger like he wouldn’t be hanged at all.
And that made him smile.
Griger watched the countryside pass slowly by, all green hills, trickling brooks, and dense thickets. The occasional straw hut loomed out of the wilderness like an antsy thief, and six miles out of the village, they passed a stately manor house that could only have belonged to the mayor.
It was mid-afternoon and the overcast day wrapped itself around Griger like a wet blanket. The previous night, Governor Farbin sprang Griger from his cell and brought him to the inn, where he was kept under armed guard. Griger spent most of the evening in a straight back chair and whittling. You don’t have to worry, he said to the sentry standing at the door, I’m not going anywhere.
And he wasn’t. He was not an honor bound man by any stretch, but Farbin saved his life, and Griger reckoned that earned him a little loyalty.
The guards didn’t stand down, but Griger didn’t blame them. He wouldn’t have either.
In the morning, they set off in a horse drawn carriage, heading northwest along the Western Road. Now, hours later, Griger sat next to the Governor, who wore a dark cloak and wide-brimmed hat befitting his office. Beside him, the driver held the reins and stared ahead with the practiced indifference of a man used to tuning out things he wasn’t supposed to hear.
“Will you explain to me what I’m doing?” Griger asked.
Farbin was quiet for a moment, then he looked up at the sky, the muted light bathing his craggy features. “Your file says that you’ve done work for the Government.”
“Some,” Griger replied.
“You’ve handled things of a singular nature,” the old man continued. “Things that most other men have never dreamed possible.”
Gringer nodded. He had. His only oath was to himself, and he worked for whoever paid him the highest sum. Men like him were called mercenaries but he preferred to think of himself as a businessman.
“There’s a matter in a nearby village that has been ongoing for quite some time,” Farbin said, picking his words carefully. “I have sent my best agents and they’ve done nothing for it. When the paperwork on you came to my office, I checked your name, as I do all condemned men, and knew at once that you were the man for this job.”
Griger was almost touched. “What’s the job?”
The Governor turned to face Griger, his expression bloodless and sober, as though he had something great yet terrible to impart upon him. “Do you believe in werewolves?”
“Yes,” he said, “I do.”
“Have you ever killed one?”
Griger hesitated. “No,” he said, “not personally, but I was with a party that did.”
Five years before, Griger wintered in a village among the steep foothills guarding the forbidding expanse of Mount Grez. In the deepest, darkest days of the freeze, local livestock began to die, ripped asunder and strewn across snowy fields like trash. Wolf tracks larger than any Griger had ever seen led to and from each scene, and at night, high, ghostly howls rose above the shrieking wind, curdling the blood of even the most sturdy men.
After a watchman on patrol was attacked and gutted in the main square, the men of the village banded together and tracked the beast, eventually cornering it in a cave near a frozen river. Even if he lived to be a thousand, Griger would never forget the monster they encountered. Seven feet tall, coated in matted gray fur, its face canine yet human, its eyes blazed with the fires of hell, and as the men approached, it snapped and snarled, the sounds it made so close to words that even now, Griger wondered if it were trying to speak. They beset it with swords and torches, and when the dust settled, five men were dead and three were wounded. The wolf lay crumpled on the ground, decapitated and aflame. Even with no head, even with its heart divorced from its body, it screeched as the fire consumed it, a high, hitching wail that haunted Griger’s dreams for many moons after.
Farbin nodded. “I figured as much. A man as well-travelled as you has to have seen such things.”
He went on to explain that a suspected werewolf was loose in the countryside around the village of Koreth, a tiny fishing port on the sloped and muddy banks of the Rey River. Three weeks before, sheep and horses began to turn up dead, their bodies laid open and their intestines pulled from their stomachs. Before long, travellers along the Western Road started to die in a similar manner. Every time a new victim appeared, officials found large wolf tracks and strands of fur nearby.
Several nights ago, it broke into the home of a land baron and killed him, his wife, and his daughter. His young son survived, but was blinded in one eye.
‘It was a massive beast,’ the boy told the Governor, a personal friend of the baron. ‘It stood seven feet tall, was as wide as it was long, and had the snarling face of a man mixed with a dog.’
“You want me to kill it,” Griger said. It was not a question.
The carriage jostled as its big wheels splashed through ruts and puddles. “And in return…?”
“You’ll get a full and unconditional pardon.”
Hmm. Griger considered the offer carefully, even though he was in no position to bargain. “Alright,” he said at last, “I’ll do it.”
They arrived at the village three hours later. Perched on the banks of the lazy river, it seemed a single estate rather than a town. A stone wall, roughly a dozen feet high, enclosed it, pitched roofs visible beyond. Two guards in helmets and chainmail, swords on their hips and crossbows in their hands, stood at the gate, their expressions stony and as hardscrabble as the fields sloping away from the walls.
Inside, tiny buildings lined narrow dirt streets and people in plain, homespun clothes went about their business, pushing carts, hawking vegetables, and playing dice. Old men sat in canned chairs before the town pub and a group of boys chased each other back and forth through shadowed warrens, their faces smudged and weatherbeaten beyond their years. Chickens and pigs, both plump and hale, ran free, the former flapping their impotent wings and the latter snorting happily as they wallowed and shat. Griger spotted a blacksmith in his quarters, striking an anvil with a hammer, and wondered idly if he had any interesting items for sale.
“The people here are stubborn and refuse to flee,” Farbin said.
Griger faced forward. “These types usually are.”
“You are not to worry about their safety,” Farbin warned. “They can see to themselves. Your only concern is to be the wolf.”
The driver parked near the town inn and tied the horse to a hitching post while Griger and Farbin got out. Griger rolled his neck and flexed his shoulders. After so many years of walking wherever he went, he was unaccustomed to sitting for long periods and inevitably ended any long, stationary trek sore.
Past the batwing doors, a shadowy lobby lit by candlelight greeted them. Farbin led Griger directly up the stairs and to a tidy room with a single, neatly made bed and a desk beneath the window. “These are your quarters,” Farbin said.
“Spacious,” Griger said unsarcastically. He sat on the edge of the bed. “What leads do you have on this wolf?”
“None beyond what I’ve told you,” Farbn said. “My men have scoured the countryside but they haven’t found a thing.”
Griger hummed. “No tracks? Droppings? Nothing at all?”
“Not beyond what I’ve told you.”
That was odd. Werewolves rarely strayed far from their den. Unless they were of the rare half-breed that turned upon the cycle of the moon, man at day and beast by night. But those were as common as an honest man in the High Council - not very damned common at all.
“What are you thinking?” Farbin asked.
Griger said what was on his mind.
“But those aren’t real,” the Governor said, a hint of confusion in his voice.
“I tell you they are.”
Farbin’s brow furrowed with incredulity. “A man cannot simply change his form, nor can a wolf, for that matter. It goes against all logic.”
All Griger could do was spread his hands. That a man - even a large one - could transform into a werewolf (and that a werewolf could shrink back to the size of a mere man) did defy logic. Griger could not account for it, but he knew it to be so, and he said as much. Farbin, shaken by the confidence in Griger’s tone, nervously scratched the back of his neck and looked constipated. “Put aside what you think you know and ask yourself. What if it is a wolf-man?”
“But what if it isn’t?” Farbin countered.
Griger ticked his head to the side in acquiescence. “Maybe it’s not. Maybe your men have failed to uncover a den large enough to house a seven foot tall monster. Maybe they’ve been looking up each other’s backsides instead of where they should be.”
A dark shadow flickered across Farbin’s face. “My men are highly trained and highly skilled.”
“That’s why you came to me.”
Farbin fumed. “I came to you because you have experience in such things.”
“Right,” Griger said. “I do. And I’m telling you - in my expert opinion - that if there is no den, the wolf is a changeling. I cannot explain the science behind how and why it is a changeling. I don’t know how it can happen...but it does. You have to consider the possibility that you are looking for a phantom, that your wolf may be out there right this second ploughing a field or herding sheep and not asleep in a cave waiting to be found and made.”
Farbin turned away and put his hands on his hips. No shoulder had ever been colder, and for a second, Griger thought the old man was going to send him back to the gallows. “Alright,” Farbin finally said, “suppose it is a half-breed. What then?”
“I want to see where the latest attack happened.”
A half an hour later, Griger and Farbin stood before a large stone house with a slate roof and wide windows. A dirt drive looped around an ornate fountain and tall trees rustled in the new breeze. Several Provincial Guardsmen accompanied them, all with swords and crossbows and one, the commander, with a rare flintlock on his hip. Farbin led Gringer to the west side of the structure. “The wolf came in through the servants’ entrance,” he explained. A set of paw prints led to the door and Gringer knelt to study them. Roughly half a foot apart, they were slightly larger than any other he had seen.
Inside, the house was dark and cold, shadows clustered in corners like demons waiting for the fall of night to advance their ghoulish aims. Dried blood stained the wooden floors and spackled the bare walls. “Has anyone seen this creature and lived but the boy?”
Farbin shook his head. “No.” His face was white and strained, the somber, funeral atmosphere affecting him.
“You’ve told me everything?”
Griger nodded to himself. If the wolf were a changeling, someone, somewhere likely would have seen it coming or going. That was a strike against his theory. On the other hand, there were likely dozens of isolated farms and homesteads scattered through the surrounding countryside. The wolf could be anyone from anywhere.
“I want to talk to the locals,” Griger said as he and Farbin walked back to the carriage.
“I’ll also need a team of men at my disposal,” Griger said. “And a sword.”
They were sitting across from each other in the carriage’s enclosed cab. Without, the sky was beginning to cool to purple and evening gloom stealthy crept from the forest. “We’ll get you one.”
“It must be made with silver,” Griger said.
Farbin frowned. “Silver is a poor alloy for sword-making.”
“But it’s the only alloy for werewolf killing,” Griger said. “It shouldn’t be made entirely of silver, but there must be some in it, the more, the better.
Farbin nodded that he understood.
By the time they made it back to the village, full dark had fallen. The streets stood deserted, the animals locked up for the night and most of the people hunkered in their homes. A few guards walked the lanes and dooyards, bows and swords at the ready, and a stray cat with no tail slunk furtively between piles of refuse, its ears laid flat against its skull and its fur matted and crisscrossed with scars from battles past.
The only activity was at the pub attached to the inn, where lights burned in the segmented windows and the chatter of many voices drifted into the street, occasionally flaring in laughter or song. Apparently, those hearty souls refused to let a wolf stand between them and their end-of-day festivities.
Griger’s respect for them increased.
Before entering, Farbin and Griger called on the blacksmith, a burly man with a bald head and a mustache that reminded Griger of walruses he had killed and eaten at the top of the world. Griger explained his need and impressed upon the man a sense of urgency. “I need it as soon as you can possibly have it ready.”
The blacksmith nodded gamely. “I’ll have it by dawn.”
Farbin took out his purse and paid, then they made their way to the inn.
Inside, a roaring fire crackled in the stone hearth and lamps on the walls sent shadows flickering across the floor. A dozen men sat at the bar with stines of beer and a half dozen more occupied the many tables in the middle of the room. A barkeep kept the drinks flowing while a pretty waitress with her blonde hair done up in an elaborate braid like a golden tiara brought trays of beer and pretzels to the tables.
Griger and Farbin sat at an empty table near the fireplace and Farbin removed his gloves. “Men will make merry even while the world burns around them,” he mused.
“Why not,” Griger said, “they can’t do it in the grave.”
The women came over and they ordered a pitcher of beer and a sandwich each. While they waited, Griger went to every man one-by-one and asked them about the wolf. They responded, to a man, with an eye roll or a dismissive laugh. None were worried in the slightest. One man lifted his brow in a pitying sort of way and looked Griger up and down as though he were mad. “Werewolves? Why, those were banished from the Realm centuries ago, it’s all much ado about nothing.”
“It’s a big wolf,” the barkeep said, “and dangerous too, that much is fact. But it’s a lot of hysteria. People today are too goddamn soft. In my time, we had wolves and bears too. If they acted out of line, we hunted them down and cut their heads off.”
The last man Griger came to was a wispy, white-haired oldster with rheumy eyes and three days’ worth of stubble covering his angular chin. Baggy brown clothes, old and wrinkled and caked in the dirt of the field, hung slack from his scrawny frame, and his long, spindly fingers threaded through the handle of his mug like fleshless bone. If Griger had ever seen a man who bore the official title “Town Drunk” he wouldn’t look the part any more than the old man.
Before Griger could ask him a single question, he spoke in a rusty voice that conjured images of graveyard gates in the dark Province of Helem. “I seen it,” he said, “and it weren’t no regular wolf neither.”
The barkeep sniffed. “You see lots of things, Sel. Like them little pink elephants.”
A wave of mean-spirited laughter ran through the bar, and Sel’s jaw clenched. Griger sensed that Sel was often made sport of at the bar.
Ignoring the other, Griger asked, “You’ve seen it?”
Sel nodded and held up three fingers. “Thrice, in fact,” he said with a belch.
“Tell me.”
The old timer looked up at him with a twist of suspicion. “Down by the road leadin’ up,” he said.
“All three times?”
“All three times,” Sel confirmed.
Once a mason, Sel had moved to the village ten years before to try his hand at farming, he explained. His homestead, comprising five acres, a tumbledown barn, and a decomposing shack masquerading as a house, sat below the walls, in a hollow between the hill and the river. Many nights, he sat on the front porch and “communed with the King” (King Rum, Griger assumed). From that perch, he witnessed “The damned beast” loping toward town. “The first time, I seen’t it over in the road,” he said, pronouncing road as rud. “I have good eyesight and I knew right off it weren’t normal, so I jumped outta my chair and ducked down real low so ways he couldn’t see me.”
Sel couldn’t provide a description of the wolf beyond “near eight damn feet tall and built like a mountain” but Griger didn’t need one. The old man’s story supported his supposition that the wolf was coming from somewhere else and not a den in the hills. Why would it come down the middle of the road each time? The only thing to the south was the river and open fields dotted by stands of forest, all of which Farbin’s men had already searched.
Werewolves are nocturnal creatures who sequester themselves somewhere dark and dry during the day. Farbin’s men should have found it by now. That they hadn’t suggested that it was a changeling.
Thanking Sel for his help, Griger went back to the table and sat across from Farbin. “The baron’s house lies in the direction of the river,” he said, more to himself than to the Governor. “What of the other attacks?”
“Mainly in that area,” Farbin said, “why?”
“The changeling - and that’s what it is - comes from across the river. How many homesteads are there beyond the banks?”
“At least two dozen,” Farbin said.
Griger crossed his arms and thought for a moment. “I want your men, tomorrow, out there going door to door with garlic. Make everyone they come across smell it and anyone who sneezes is put under watch.”
The Governor looked stricken. “But...why?”
“Changelings are allergic to garlic,” Griger said.
Farbin pursed his lips in contemplation. “Alright,” he said, “I’ll have them start at first light.”
After dining, they adjourned to their rooms, Farbin on one side of the hall and Griger on the other. A team of six Guardsmen took up position in the empty saloon and kept watch, ready to roll out at a moment’s notice. Griger threw the window open and perched on the ledge, the night breeze washing over him and rustling his graying hair. He rolled a cigarette, lit it with the bedside candle, and looked up at the glowing face of the waxing moon. Tomorrow night it would be full and the changeling would be compelled to turn and hunt as the tide was compelled to crest. It could come tonight still, but unless it was killed, it would return tomorrow for certain, mad with bloodlust.
Well past midnight, Griger blew out the candle and retired. The mattress was far too soft and it took him nearly a half hour of tossing, turning, and muttering curses to himself to find a position he liked. Once he did, he fell into a light sleep from which he was aroused near dawn by a knock at the door. One of the guards informed him that the blacksmith was finished with his sword, and after dressing, he and Farbin went to collect it. Comprising a simple blade with a guard and a grip, it was far from the most opulent weapon Griger had ever wielded, but it was well-suited to his needs and fit comfortably in his hand.
Back at the inn, Farbin gathered every available man under his command, including the constable and his three deputies, and ordered them to sweep the countryside as Griger had suggested the night before. They showed no reaction despite their lord’s strange request, and departed in a single file line.
The saloon opened for breakfast at six and Griger and Farbin each had a plate of eggs, bacon, and beans. People began to drift in as they ate, Sel the Drunkard at the head of the pack. The maiden, who quartered somewhere upstairs, came down in a simple white dress beneath a waist apron, and Griger’s eyes tracked her as she carried out her functions. The dress - loose and high cut - revealed nothing of her bosom, but pulled tight across her bottom when she leaned over to set food and coffee in front of her guests. Their gazes met, and her eyes flicked quickly away like two timid minnows in a fish bowl.
She was beautiful.
She reminded him of someone.
His mind went back to the jagged mountains atop the world, to a little cabin where weary travellers waited out the snowstorms that raged sometimes for weeks in the winter. There, in one of the most isolated outposts of the Realm, lived a woman Griger had known. She was tall and gaunt whereas the barmaid was average and healthy, her hair was black to the maiden’s blonde, but their eyes were the same breathtaking hazel. Now, staring at his plate, his chest stirred in a way that it hadn’t in years.
He didn’t like it.
“...else,” Farbin was saying.
“Yeah,” Griger said, as though he knew what Farbin had said. Now, the woman he loved one winter was on his mind and his mood was verging on foul. He recalled the way her hair brushed the creamy slope of her throat when she turned her head, the sound of her laughter, how her heels dug into his behind, urging him deeper unto her.
He was young, then, and a fool. People, he learned later, come and people go. Loving someone...indeed even hating them...was pointless, for in a breath of summer wind, they’re gone.
After finishing with breakfast, Farbin requested a metal tub be filled with water so that he could bathe. While he did that, Griger threaded his sword through his belt and walked down to the river, keeping his eyes open for wolf tracks. He spotted a few in the dirt edging the road, all pointing in the direction from which he had just come, and squatted down to examine one more closely.
Just before reaching the water, Sel’s farm appeared on the right, the main house seeming to sag in the middle as though under the burden of years and the field out back overgrown and gone to seed. The place looked as though it had died, come back to life, then died again. The screen door, which naturally hung askew, banged open, and Sel himself backed out butt first, a ceramic pot in his hands. He turned, saw Griger, and hesitated, then ducked his head and scurried down the stairs, disappearing around the side of the house Griger lingered a moment, then followed, tangles of grass pulling at his boots. In the back, a clear patch boasted several pots like the one Sel had come out with, each blossoming with an assortment of multicolored flowers. Sel knelt before one and heaped rich soil in with his hands. A gust of wind flipped his lank, white hair back and forth, and a satisfied smile played at the corners of his thin mouth.
“You garden?” Griger asked.
Sel shot him a dirty look. “I do,” he said, a defensive edge in his voice. He stopped, favored the flowers with a sober look, and added, “These plants are the only friends I’ve got.” He chuckled self-consciously.
“Plants seem like they’d make poor friends,” Griger said. “When the first frost comes, they leave you.”
Sel ticked his head to one side in acquiescence. “Tis better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all.”
An image of the girl at the top of the world flashed across Griger’s mind, and for a moment he could feel, feel, her presence. “I don’t believe that,” Griger said. “Loss is hard for a man who’s known love.”
“Still better than never knowing it at all,” Sel said and got stiffly to his feet. He dusted his hands on his pants.
“You’ve never lost someone,” Griger said.
“You’ve never loved someone,” Sel countered.
Griger stiffened. Mouthy old bastard, yes I have.
“What do you want?” Sel asked.
“I wanted to ask you about the werewolf.”
Sel’s face crinkled. “I told you everything I know.” He started walking back to the front of the house, and Griger fell in beside him.
“Is there anywhere around here you think a werewolf might live?” Griger asked. “Caves? Dens? Anything.”
“There’s some caves about,” Sel said, “other than that, I can’t say.”
They were on the porch now, Sel holding the door open.
“Can you tell me your story one more time?” Griger asked. “Maybe it might jog something you forgot.”
Sel sighed. “I don’t have nothin’, okay?”
He started to go inside, but Griger stopped him. “Please?”
The old man looked at him, then sighed. “Fine. Come in.”
They sat in Sel’s tiny and cluttered parlor. The furniture was as old and threadbare as the man who owned it, and the simple walls were crowded with old photos, many of them featuring a smiling woman with dark hair. She looked nothing like the girl at the top of the world, but Griger was reminded of her anyway. “Your wife?” he asked.
Sel, seated in an armchair across from him, busied himself pouring Griger a cup of tea. “Yes,” he said shortly.
From his tone - and the woman’s absence - Griger inferred that she was dead. “I’m sorry.”
Sel’s hand shook as he pushed the cup across the table. “So am I,” he said.
“Children?” Griger asked.
“Three,” Sel said. “Two boys and a girl.” Tears crept into the old man’s faded eyes and he fixed his gaze on a point over Griger’s shoulder. Open displays of emotion made Griger uncomfortable, and he shifted in his seat, sorry that he had brought the topic up. “We were married thirty years,” Sel said. His lips trembled and Griger thought he was going to break down crying. Instead, he smiled. “Those were good years.”
Griger nodded to himself. “I bet.”
He must not have sounded convincing, because Sel creased his brow. “Are you married?”
“Ever loved someone?”
Sel looked at him with a frank directness that bordered on mind-reading, and though it wasn’t possible, Griger could almost imagine the old man was seeing into his mind...and his heart. “You’re a liar.”
Griger considered his reply for a long time. “When I was a boy,” he said. “I thought I was in love.”
“What happened?”
Perhaps the old man had cast some kind of pall over him...or maybe he was in a rare mood...but Griger heard himself answer honestly. “I left her.”
A heavy silence lay between them.
“You left her?”
Griger nodded. “I moved on. She had her ways and I had mine. I didn’t see us working.”
“You regret it.”
“Yes,” Griger responded instantly. “I wish I tried.”
Sel nodded understandingly. “All boys make mistakes. Some are just luckier than others, I reckon.” He laughed, his posture relaxing, and Griger realized he was starting to like the old bastard.
“True,” he said. “Now your story…”
Sighing, Sel lifted a hand. “I don’t have much ways else to say.” He ran through his story just as he had before, with no additions or subtractions.
Griger nodded that he was satisfied, and got to his feet. “That’ll be all.”
Sel walked him to the door and stuck out his hand. “That damned thing’s a monster,” he said as they shook, “you watch yourself.”
“I can handle a werewolf,” Griger assured him.
Later on, after returning to the inn, Griger and Farbin rode out to meet the men on the other side of the river, catching up to them at a fork in the road. “No one’s sneezed or broken out, sire,” Farbin’s second-in-command, a tall, rodent-faced man, reported.
“Expand the dragnet,” Griger said.
Rat-face looked at Farbin for confirmation, and the Governor nodded.
They would find the wolf...or the wolf would find them.
Griger wanted the former, but would settle for the latter.
If he had to.
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2023.03.21 07:34 Beverlyjewelry Classic Cushion Cut Diamond Rings for Modern Brides

While round and oval cut diamonds in St. Thomas are popular, cushion diamonds are highly sought-after by brides for their unique shape and elegant and stunning sparkle. These gemstones are classic and highly versatile and easily pair with a range of cuts, settings, metals, styles, and designs.
Be it a contemporary three-stone ring or a chic solitaire ring, you can find a diamond to suit every style and personality preference.
Reasons to love cushion diamond rings.
One of the main reasons why a lot of brides tend to prefer cushion-cut diamonds in Virgin Islands is that this gemstone can be cut and shaped in a variety of ways to suit your needs. Right from being long and square to soft and rounded and even sharp and strong so that it can be tailored to your style.
Just keep in mind that cushion diamond rings tend to appear smaller than other shapes and so if you’re looking for maximum shimmer and shine you’ll need to invest in a larger diamond and a higher carat size.
Your local watch jewelers in Virgin Islands will tell you to always invest in a high-quality diamond that has a clean cut and high clarity along with being certified, insured, and appraised.
These diamonds tend to give off a softer and more feminine shine and glow and so if you are looking for a bright, flashy shine, then make sure that your diamond has added facets and is perfectly symmetrical.
Cushion diamonds tend to veer towards vintage-inspired settings or even contemporary settings like a two-stone, halo, or an east-west setting, however, you can also pair them with a modern prong or solitaire setting.
While platinum and yellow gold are popular choices, rose gold also offers a stunning and romantic appeal.
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2023.03.21 07:14 NewTravelVlog Most Beautiful Place in the world Maya Bay Phi Phi Island

In this video, we're traveling to the most beautiful place in the world: Maya Bay, Phi Phi Island. Maya Bay Thailand located at Koh Phi Phi Ao Nang, Mueang Krabi District, Krabi 81000, Thailand. The world famous Maya Bay, location of the film “The Beach” starring Leonardo Dicaprio, located in Phi Phi Ley, with white sandy beach, surrounded by gigantic limestone cliffs and coral reefs. The beach at Maya Bay is one of the most famous and photogenic places in Thailand, and it was the main thing responsible for bringing tourism to Phi Phi island. In fact, it’s now one of the most famous white sand beaches in the world. Maya Bay is open again! It just reopened for tourists in 2022 after being closed by the government of Thailand for almost four years, so now is a great time to visit the Koh Phi Phi islands! Maya Bay song's English music album Maya Bay. Maya Bay Island is located on the uninhabited island of Phi Phi Ley. Of course, the beauty of Maya Bay Beach has attracted the tourist hordes, just like any of the amazing places in the world, but if you plan your visit right you can still enjoy the beach without too many people. The Beach is a 2000 adventure drama film directed by Danny Boyle, from a screenplay by John Hodge, based on the 1996 novel of the same name by Alex Garland. The film stars Leonardo DiCaprio, Tilda Swinton, Virginie Ledoyen, Guillaume Canet, and Robert Carlyle. It was filmed on the Thai island of Ko Phi Phi Le. Full Video
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2023.03.21 07:13 usopsong In praise of charity

In John’s gospel the Lord says: By this love you have for one another, everyone will know you are my disciples. In a letter by John we read: My dear people, let us love one another since love comes from God and everyone who loves is begotten by God and knows God. Anyone who fails to love can never have known God, because God is love.
So the faithful should look into themselves and carefully examine their minds and the impulses of their hearts. If they find some of the fruits of love stored in their hearts then they must not doubt God’s presence within them, but to make themselves more and more able to receive so great a guest they should do more and more works of durable mercy and kindness. After all, if God is love, charity should know no limit, for God himself cannot be confined within limits.
What is the appropriate time for performing works of charity? My beloved children, any time is the right time, but these days of Lent provide a special encouragement. Those who want to be present at the Lord’s Passover in holiness of mind and body should seek above all to win this grace. Charity contains all other virtues and covers a multitude of sins.
As we prepare to celebrate that greatest of all mysteries, by which the blood of Jesus Christ destroyed our sins, let us first of all make ready the sacrificial offerings — that is, our works of mercy. What God in his goodness has already given to us, let us give to those who have sinned against us.
And to the poor also, and to those who are afflicted in various ways, let us show a more open-handed generosity so that God may be thanked through many voices and the needy may be fed as a result of our fasting. No act of devotion on the part of the faithful gives God more pleasure than the support that is lavished on his poor. Where God finds charity with its loving concern, there he recognises the reflection of his own fatherly care.
Do not be put off giving by a lack of resources. A generous spirit is itself great wealth, and there can be no shortage of material for generosity where it is Christ who feeds and Christ who is fed. His hand is present in all this activity: his hand, which multiplies the bread by breaking it and increases it by giving it away.
When you give alms, do not be anxious but full of happiness. The greatest treasure will go to the one who has kept the least for himself. The holy apostle Paul tells us: He who provides seed for the sower will give bread for food, provide you with more seed, and increase the harvest of your goodness, in Christ Jesus our Lord, who lives and reigns with the Father and the Holy Spirit for ever and ever. Amen.
– Sermon by Pope St. Leo the Great, early church father
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2023.03.21 07:09 Ok_Win_3538 Team RWBY Power Ups: Semblance Awakening/Evolution, Silver Eyes TRUE Power, Maidens Max Potential & New Combo Attacks!

Lets give them an upgrade!
This is gonna be a long one, so grab a snack and maybe something to drink or smoke because I am going all in for this one. I fancy myself a bit of a power scaler and fight analyzer for RWBY, I enjoy the combat system, the weapons and the power system while FLAWED TO ALL FUCKING HELL, still is fun and engaging. Yes, semblances are confusing as shit, yes they make very little sense and yes it is hard to tell the difference between magic and semblances. I get all that, I hear you; but please, PLEASE just let me cook. Alright? Alright.
I got somethin' cooking trust me
So firstly let's break down each of the 4 main girls powers and their fighting styles, trust me this will be important for understanding how I structure each of these powers/upgrades. A big part of power scaling is knowing the ins and outs of the power system you are working with and the limitations of EACH INDIVIUDUAL. So of course will go in chronological order, starting with the team leader and our little Red Reaper, Ruby Rose.
Red Like Roses
Weapon: Crescent Rose- High impact bolt action High Cal. Sniper rifle
Ammo/Dust: Fire and lightning.
Fighting Style: Close, mid and long range. Speed style combined with propulsion via her weapon and her semblance. Ducks and dodges a lot and uses her own momentum to her advantage to confuse her enemy so she can hit a blind spot. Though without her weapon she is POWERLESS in combat especially if she can't use her semblance.
Semblance: Petal Burst- Allows Ruby to move at super sonic speeds while also dispersing into a flurry of rose petals if she so chooses to. She can also split into various flurries of petals with additional effort.
Magic: Silver Eyes- An Anti-Grimm ability that enables Ruby to stun, petrify or vaporize the creatures of Grimm based on her strong desire to want to protect and preserve life. Over use of the eyes seems to cause extreme exhaustion.

Next we have the Ice Queen herself, Weiss Schnee
White is cold
Weapon: Myrtenaster- A multi-action Dust rapier
Ammo/Dust: Fire, Wind, Water, Ice, lightning, gravity, hard light, nature, earth and more.
Fighting Style: Fencing and enchantment, Weiss is a support heavy character with her glyphs able to augment not just herself but her allies. Used creatively she can create negative side effects for her enemies. She's mainly a close range combatant but can fight at range if needed though prefers to get in close and strike quickly before backing off as she is a glass canon.
Semblance: Glyphs- Hands down the most versatile semblance in the entire series the possibilities with this semblance put it borderline on magic territory, the only thing separating it from magic is that the glyphs of stronger power NEED dust to work, where as summoning is simply the will of the user manifesting a fallen enemy using their aura as a conduit. Weiss has shown a variety of glyphs like her basic ones, the black glyphs, time dilation and her summoning.
Magic: None

Next we have our beast from the shadows, Blake Belladonna.
Black the Beast
Weapon(s): Gambol Shroud- A cleaveShort sword that his outfitted with a Glock that can transform into a Kursari-gama.
Fighting Style: Stealth and shadow striking; Blake fights very much like a shinobi, a ninja; hit and run tactics combined with brute force and speed. In combo with her semblance she is at her best mid to close range.
Semblance: Shadow- Allows Blake to leave behind a quick shadow image/after image of herself that can take a hit for her so she can gain the advantage over her target. Augmented by dust the clones can have different effects like exploding fire clones or ice clones that can freeze a target if struck hard enough.
Magic: None

Finally we have our Sunny little dragon and goldilocks; Yang Xiolong.
Yellow Beauty Burns

Weapon(s): Ember Celica- Twin shotgun gauntlets that extend over Yang's forearms; after losing her left arm she got it replaced with a cybernetic that comes with a custom build shotgun and she upgraded it further in Atlas with mini sticky grenades.
Fighting Style: Close Combat, Hand-to-Hand, brawling with mixed martial arts. Yang uses a mostly boxing styled punches and weaves, she also can and does incorporate kicks but 99.99% of the time she is using her fists.
Semblance: Burn- After taking enough damage Yang can channel all the accumulated energy into power to be used for a strong punch or series of punches if she is quick because this energy seems to burn out almost as quickly as Yang gains it.
Magic: None

Alright still following me? Cool, so first we need to establish what kind of power up would best suit each of these characters and why, so lets start with Ruby and the best kind of power up for her would be two things: Mastery of her silver eyes and Maiden magic. This especially makes sense when you consider who the final two opponents Ruby will face, Cinder & Salem; in that order.
To defeat Cinder, I think the full power of the silver eyes will be enough but to so much as put a dent in Salem she is gonna need both Maiden magic and Silver eyed magic. To make this VERY simple so I am not here for hours, think of Ruby's silver eyes + maiden magic as essentially Anti-Magic from Black Clover. This will not be the last time that anime gets referenced or used for inspiration.
In essence this ability would be the one and only thing short of the Gods themselves that could hurt Salem because in essence? This type of power would be the power of the God of Light but in a human body. Because remember; from what we are told, Silver eyes come from the God of Light right? He and the God of Darkness already had an insane amount of magic power but imagine that kind of power in a mortal body.
That's basically what Salem is and would end up being by the end of the story, because let me remind you that she will eventually get her hands on the sword of destruction. A weapon of literal MASS DESTRUCTION that can wipe out entire armies in a single swing, Salem is also immortal and commands the Grimm. Sounds like the God of Darkness to me wouldn't you say?
So for Ruby instead of her semblance evolving in a drastic way, her silver eyes would be the thing that grows in power giving her access to a wider range of ability that she had no idea she was capable of because again, silver eyes are a form of magic and so there is a lot we don't know about it.
So what would this look like? I think the silver eyes at their max power would basically have a Gear 5th effect on Ruby but not in the same way Gear 5th effects Luffy; what I mean by this is Ruby would gain all white hair and her clothes would turn white. However unlike Luffy she wouldn't be smiling or laughing. Quite the opposite in fact, no Ruby would effectively become for lack of a better word: The weapon of God.
The silver eyes are the bane to the grimm, the one thing they are SCARED of; so Ruby in this moment literally would seek to mow down any grimm her eyes see in front of them and in this case that means Cinder and Salem.
So basically imagine this but her cloak, dress and hair have turned white.
Art by Dishwasher1910
In this form the light from her eyes would take the form of her scythe and it would effectively do divine damage as I like to call it. Where it doesn't just harm the body, it harms the soul; so Cinder didn't just get her arm chopped off or her eye slashed out no; Ruby in effect made it so that no matter what? Those wounds would never truly heal and they'd burn and harm Cinder should she survive.
Basically imagine the Ghost Riders penance stare but if it could be turned into a physical weapon and with maiden magic thrown into the mix she could easily create powerful and destructive combo attacks in this state because her own desire would be to destroy the Grimm and so if she has the power of the elements at her finger tips you best trust she will use it.

Next up we have Weiss and for her the best kind of power up for her would be one that maximizes her versatility, increases her speed and improves her defense so she can last longer in battles with powerful enemies without gassing herself out. So the best way to do that and Weiss lowkey is already doing this; using partial parts of her summons, but I will take this one step further. Taking some more inspiration from Black Clover but also Fairy Tail, Weiss could use her summons as armor and as well add elemental effects to her summons to boost their power.

(by tennison-p)
So imagine Weiss summons her Knight and then augments it using lighting or fire dust giving it an elemental boost or side effect if it gets destroyed. In addition a cool attack I could see Weiss doing that we also lowkey kind of see her do in Vol 7 is an attack similar to the Gates of Babylon.

Just imagine an armored Weiss with Nevermore wings raining down ice and lightning and her knights swords from multiple glyphs. This would be especially possible if Weiss was the Winter maiden because then? She wouldn't need dust, she would have the power of the elements at her finger tips and so this feat would be infinitely more impressive and possible that way.
You can totally see Weiss doing this with a snow storm as her backdrop don't lie to me!

Next we have Blake and for the evolution of her semblance I am gonna take partial inspiration from My Hero Academia and Jujutsu Kaisen; more specifically from Tokoyami Fumikage's Dark Shadow and Megumei Fushiguro domain expansion.

art by Dane-of-Celestia
For Blake she would have absolute control over her shadow and the element/abstract construct of shadows themselves. In essence, Blake would be able to fight along side her own shadow while at the same time, forging shadow creatures from the darkness around her. This darkness would be like an area of effect that would provide Blake a distinct homefield advantage, turning her once cowardly semblance on its head. Now her opponent won't be able to run from her because the darkness that would surround them would effectively be dragging the target down like a black void.
This ability would allow Blake to move freely because she becomes one with the darkness, able to slip in and around it as if it were not even there to her and her enemy would also not be able to see because if she casts this ability at its full power it basically traps both in a pitch black void, not an issue for Blake because she has faunus night vision. Add maiden magic to that and Blake could do something similar to what I suggested for Weiss and her summons only Blake would have a lot more vareity because she doesn't have to kill enemies to form them out of shadows.
Blake just has to think of some beast or monster she wants formed from the shadows and it will appear to attack whatever Blake points to without question.

Lastly we have Yang and for her it's pretty simple; instead of letting all the power out in a single burst; allow the power to stack up and then let it flow through your body. Let the power give you a longer and more consistent boost and that way ALL of your attacks have added kick, not just the final punch. Similar to how One For All works, where Deku/All Might have to let the power course through their bodies entirely so they can use it effectively.
The visual change for Yang would be a more ethereal flame effect to her hair, she will have a constantly glowing and fiery aura around her like a super sayain but the most notable thing would be the color of her eyes.
It would be a perfect blending of her red and purple eyes and in a way would symbolize that Yang has found her balance and is now at the peak of her strength. Now add maiden powers on top of that and you have a Yang who can add large blasts of fire to her punches or electrify her fists with lightning or throw punches strong enough to cause massive wind blasts.

That about does it for the power ups themselves, I could go into more detail but I would be here all night and this post is long enough. Here are a few combo attacks I thought of, likely to update these but still:
Ruby + Yang= Summer Rose: Ruby blasts Yang with a volley of high impact rounds that charge her semblance up through the damage. Ruby then zooms forward using her semblance and grabs Yang who then activates her semblance and they rocket towards their target before Ruby launches Yang forward and Yang lets loose a storm of gatling punches and then Ruby ends it off with an above air spinning downward slash.
Yang + Weiss= Armed & Ready: Weiss uses her glyphs to litter the battlefield with copies of her knights sword, each of them infused with a different dust element. Weiss then casts time dilation on Yang and she rushes forward and grabs a sword slashing at the target. Each sword only has one or two slashes before they vanish so Yang jumps from sword to sword until they are all gone or the enemy stops moving.
Blake + Ruby + Yang = Blackrose Dragon: Blake casts her shadow garden(placeholder name) trapping the target. Blake, Ruby and Yang all then rush the enemy and attack from different sides, Weiss on the sidelines using time dilation on Yang to speed her up because of the effects of the shadows. At the end of the combo attack Blake summons giant shadow dragon that bites down on the enemy after they are punched and shot into its mouth by Ruby and Yang.
Ruby + Weiss= White Rose Knight: Weiss casts summoning armor on Ruby giving her nevermore armor which allows Ruby to fly. Ruby then uses her super speed and new armor wings to speed blitz their enemy along with Weiss.
Weiss + Blake= Royal Monochrome: Blake casts her shadow garden and using her imagination conjures a shadow version of Weiss' arma gigas. Weiss then uses her summon glyph to summon her own knight and she casts time dilation on it to make it faster in Blake's little realm. Weiss and Blake can alter the knight's sizes to fit the attacks they are doing. Basically playing out like a mini chess match, Weiss on one side and Blake on the other; advancing on their opponent.
Ultimate Team Combo: RWBY RUSH:
^ I made an entire post about this combo in particular go check it out.

So yeah, those are my thoughts on power ups they could get, magic or not. It may seem like I am ripping off other anime for these abilities but I'm really not, simply using them as reference and inspiration. None of these abilities would be nearly as busted as domain expansion or the magic we see in Black Clover or Fairy Tail, the key to a good and fun power system is having balance.
So I hope you all like these ideas, took me about 2 hours to type this lol.
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2023.03.21 07:06 KaitieGrande Adventures of The Raven (Part 1?)

There is a Raven, it can understand human talk, can’t talk human but somehow this bird was special enough to pick up our language. It is a big bird, solid black. They’re kind of sinister looking. An omen of death. The bird is conscious, it understands our systems, what’s good what’s bad, life, death, birth, sex. It doesn’t care for it, just understands.
We find The Raven on a particular day it follows a rich man, actually it’s been following the rich man for weeks. The Raven has created a human identity on paper, had letters written and phone calls made using his three twiggy toes. The rich man is evil too so we can feel better about what the bird is about to do. Besides, the rich man might as well already be considered dead with his lack of heart and soul. The rich man did not get this way by handing out freebies, his empire must have been built at the expense of others. The Raven doesn’t really acknowledge the rich man’s face. It’s all blurry because his suits are usually too colourful.
One day, the rich man is riding his rich bicycle. And the bird calculates the trajectory of a stone, drops it from his beak from high above, which the man cycles over, looses control of the bike and dies. It’s a horrible gruesome death, and it’s covered on every channel. His body became twisted and mangled like soft clay.
A few weeks later there is a letter addressed to an unknown name and it’s a statement from the will. Its two and a half million dollars addressed to the fake identity, made up by the bird. The man was so rich 2.5 mil was only a small amount, and it could go by unnoticed. The bird single-handedly, (single-clawededly) made himself a beneficiary through a fake human personality. If this were a comic the last comic panel would be the bird floating in a hotel pool on a donut sipping a long island iced tea while he sunbakes with nice sunnies on. Actually, I would end the comic with the bird looking into the audience. But there’s something eerie about the way a bird looks at us humans. With the one eye. Back and forth from side to side of their face. Turned left first, the single eye. Then right, the other eye. Quickly inspecting. Wondering. It feels, when they do eventually look at you head on, with both orbs, and your eyes meet for more than a second, they will take the instant opportunity to reach and pluck deep into your soul, emotionless, and fly off to feed it to their chick. As if you were a dead rat.
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2023.03.21 07:00 ArmyofSpies Cardano Rumor Rundown March 21, 2023

Hey Everyone!
Let’s go….
Newly Covered Today:
  1. Charles dropped a video on Markets and Contagion in which he revealed that Credit Suisse wouldn’t allow an account when he was with Ethereum b/c crypto was “too risky.” Bwahahahaha.
  2. Apparently, Djed will also be on ETH and BSC?
  3. Super ironic that the Credit Suisse CEO claimed crypto was in a bubble at $7k BTC. How the tables have turned.
Previously covered, but still interesting:
  1. Here’s IOG explaining what Ouroboros Genesis solves in just a single post.
  2. Emin Gün Sirer is right about these centralized L2s. Very susceptible to regulations and cut against our crypto ethos of decentralization generally.
  3. Rogue Galaxies is pulling back on some of their initial vision and re-focusing their plans.
  4. Lots of rumors circulating right now about which DeFi projects may or may not have received Wells Notices from the SEC.
  5. Open AI CEO says full AGI would break capitalism. Maybe. But, either way, I’m convinced the AI will demand to be paid in crypto.
  6. People are mentioning that FutureFest could host the 2023 Cardano Virtual Summit. Interesting idea.
  7. Charles finally did an AMA episode with IO President Tamara Haasen. Turns out she’s an ex-hockey player. Linkedin: also apparently in Friday Night Lights back in the day. Wut?
  8. There’s a new test version of Lace out there with a dApp connector and hardware wallet capabilities. You can give it a try on testnet!
  9. got some coverage in Bloomberg and Yahoo Finance.
  10. They show us once again that their definition of “liquid staking” is not the same as ours.
  11. NFT volume has seen better days.
  12. Algorand users apparently suffered a very serious web wallet exploit in one of their leading wallets. Many reports of drained wallets.
  13. John Woods (now CTO of Algorand) made a beautiful video on wallet security.
  14. Cardano Spot has a very short and concise Cardano Beginner’s Guide you can share with crypto curious friends.
  15. Wow! Utah just passed a bill instituting Limited Liability Decentralized Autonomous Organizations (LLDs). You have to identify one human organizer. You can elect to be taxed as a corp or LLC (pass through taxation). Some will like it. Some won’t. But, the mainstream reach of crypto is undeniably growing.
  16. Sen. Lummis killed it in a recent hearing defending the energy use in crypto. It’s less relevant for us in Cardano since we’re not PoW. But, still entertaining to watch.
  17. Apparently, Gensler says he sees no risk in crypto fleeing the US.
  18. The Coinbase Chief Legal Officer will be testifying before the House Financial Services Committee on Thursday (March 9).
  19. Some hints from Brian Armstrong on whether we see KYC in the early days of Base (their ETH Optimistic Rollup L2).
  20. Powell says interest rates are likely headed higher than the Fed expected.
  21. Liqwid’s Agora Governance instance will hit public testnet in the near future.
  22. Virtua cribs can basically become exchange connected galleries today.
  23. Do you like Javascript and Cardano? This thread is for you.
  24. It’s going down today! Hearing in the House on the Coordinated Attack on Crypto.
  25. Paul Krugman hilariously complains about being locked out of his Venmo account. He predicted the impact of the internet would be about as much as the fax machine and has subsequently opposed crypto.
  26. Even Jerome Powell thinks we need regulatory clarity for crypto.
  27. In the House hearing, he also gave us some new tidbits on CBDC development.
  28. A member of the House committee actually asked Powell about Operation Chokepoint 2.0.
  29. Senator Lummis got Powell to agree that properly regulated stablecoins could have a place in our banking system and that a workable legal framework for crypto is something Congress should do.
  30. Big Pey is launching something called Atrium Lab.
  31. Believe it or not…legal systems made up entirely by coders may not be optimal. Incredibly, the study of law is actually a fully developed centuries old academic discipline that lies outside of JavaScript and Python. Unless you have full anonymity, you WILL be cross-chain bridged to IRL law. Some DAOs will learn this the hard way.
  32. The NY Attorney General just filed against Kucoin for being an unregistered broker-dealer. Here’s the important part: they’re alleging that ETH is a security and a commodity. Their argument is not’s very straightforward.
  33. Silvergate was a failure of fractional reserve banking, not of crypto.
  34. The current US Administration’s Budget seeks to eliminate tax loss harvesting for crypto, add a 30% tax on energy used in crypto mining, hike capital gains taxes on high earners, and beam us directly to clown world with an unrealized gains tax on high earners.
  35. The subcommittee hearing on “the Administration’s Attack” on crypto went about like expected. Paul Grewal of Coinbase along with Prof. Evans of Penn State Law made some persuasive pleas for regulatory clarity. The “Anti-Crypto Party”™ also brought out their favorite witness from Duke.
  36. Rep. Emmer (Pro-Crypto) called the current regulatory approach “lazy & destructive…that is chilling innovation.”
  37. Rep. Foster (Cryptophobe): “this is the essential thing that has to be provided for the healthy development of the crypto industry…somewhere there has to be an API provided by a trusted 3rd party to register your crypto wallets.” Why not just completely neuter crypto?
  38. Rep. Ritchie Torres (Pro-Crypto) pointed out offshore deregulated overleveraged centralized crypto companies pose the greatest risk to consumers. But, the regulators don’t focus there. They incredibly only attack the onshore entities. He also pointed out the absurdity of the idea a stablecoin is a security. (Sadly there’s the Section 2(a)(1) exposure).
  39. Rep. Davidson (Pro-Crypto) shamed his anti-crypto colleagues for their implied claims that these assets are the same as centralized assets and came out strongly supporting self-custody and pointed out there was no FTX risk if you self-custodied your assets. “We have people overtly trying to make self-custody illegal.”
  40. CMC is tweeting about IOG’s Sidechain toolkit?
  41. Now we’re dealing with U.S. bank runs. Among the casualties was Silicon Valley Bank where Centre (the Circle/Coinbase joint entity that issues USDC) was keeping $3.3 billion of the $43ish billion backing USDC. Signature Bank was also shut down by regulators.
  42. Unfortunately, the FDIC insurance limit is $250k.
  43. The Feds were taking bids for anyone to acquire SVB until 2pm Eastern on Sunday. The big question on Sunday was whether the Feds will cover all uninsured depositors. They decided they will and that also applies to Signature Bank.
  44. Here’s the joint statement from Treasury, Federal Reserve, and FDIC.
  45. Yellen said NO to a bailout for SVB on Sunday. She’s obviously got bigger macro concerns. But, it’s funny how that fits perfectly with a strategy of suppressing stablecoins generally.
  46. Here Caitlin Long explains the fundamental incompatibility between fast settling crypto and fractional reserve banking that caused all this.
  47. CZ reminds us that he’s considered buying banks in the past and asks if it’s time yet.
  48. CIP-1694 has been updated.
  49. Here’s a good rundown of all the changes in the CIP-1694 update.
  50. Apparently, Cardano NFTs will be going to space!
  51. Many in the crypto space think that Signature’s shutdown was just an extension of Operation Chokepoint 2.0 aimed at shuttering crypto banking.
  52. Rumors: regulators are calling every bank today and asking if they have exposure to crypto.
  53. Instagram is disabling NFTs.
  54. Cardano TVL is doing things.
  55. Cardano NFTs in space!
  56. GPT4 was released today. It crushes the Bar Exam, the SAT, the GRE, the LSAT, and almost all AP subjects. This will displace a lot of human jobs.
  57. It has already done amazing real world things. In Example #6 it shows you how to exploit an arbitrary ETH contract. Better pay attention crypto.
  58. Report: Gov. Newsom failed to disclose accounts at SVB while lobbying White House and Treasury for a bailout of depositors.
  59. Things are not looking good at Credit Suisse.
  60. The court in the Voyager decision had some pretty harsh things to say about the SEC.
  61. Barney Frank points out that the regulators never claimed Signature Bank was insolvent and wonders if they are the first US bank to ever be closed down without being insolvent.
  62. Charles dropped a video addressing the updates to the governance proposal.
  63. Gensler reasserts his claims that proof-of-stake tokens are securities.
  64. Dudes are already letting GPT4 run whole startups.
  65. Here’s an interesting theory: taking down Binance would create too big a hole, so they took down Silvergate, Silicon Valley Bank, and Signature to insulate the fiat world from crypto. Now they can take down Binance.
  66. The Army of Spies Channel is now TWO YEARS OLD (March 17)!
  67. Yes! Everyone’s favorite Cardano cetacean is back!
  68. I was asked to list a few Irish whiskeys today.
  69. An interesting exchange between a Senator and Janet Yellen regarding the effect of the bailouts on small banks.
  70. Eleven other banks swoop in with $30 billion to save First Republic.
  71. Wut?
  72. Here’s Raoul Pal with a very optimistic take for crypto if you are one who believes anyone understands the markets.
  73. Any buyer of signature bank must agree to give up its crypto business.
  74. Here’s Duncan Coutts explaining P2P in Cardano.
  75. Here’s a visual representation of how CIP-1694 works.
  76. This is one of the craziest things I’ve seen in crypto. Balaji is burning a few million to ring the fire alarm and make everyone aware of what he believes is an impending attack on dollar holders. Counterparty is guaranteed $1million (minus BTC price) if he just buys one additional BTC (or an option to purchase more).
  77. Here’s the Space where he explains his bet.
  78. Arthur Hayes gives you an incredible explanation of what’s going on with this banking crisis and what he thinks comes next.
  79. This is officially the worst regulatory approach ever.
  80. The SEC hide the ball game seems to conflict with how judges actually view the law.
  81. The Fed Quietly opened the swap lines with other central banks on Sunday night.
  82. Here’s why they are opening the swap lines: so that US treasuries don’t get dumped on the open market by foreign banks. This way the foreign central banks can have dollars to absorb the treasuries from the foreign banks.
~Army of Spies
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2023.03.21 06:59 WiaXmsky [TOMT][TV SHOW][Late 80s/Early 90s] An educational(?) TV show, set in and around the ocean.

This was a live-action TV show my fourth grader teacher would show us in class. I'm certain it was a television production of some kind, not so much a long-running series, but perhaps a mini-series. It was most certainly produced in the late 80s/early 90s-ish era, based on the production quality. It's that similar vibe to 'Wishbone' or 'The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles', and I believe the show had an educational bent but I may be wrong. The show is likely American or Canadian.
All I remember is that the show had a cast of characters living on the ocean coast(?) who'd regularly venture out into the ocean on a boat, for reasons I can't remember. The cast included a younger boy and an older man, and obviously the older man was an experienced ocean-goer.
The only sequence I can remember is when the characters (perhaps not all of them, but some of them) are stranded at sea, or perhaps stranded on an island. The young boy begins forcing himself to drink sea water to "get used" to the taste, but the older man explains to him the dangers in doing so, to the effect of: "It's not the bitter taste that's the problem, you'll only dehydrate yourself further doing that." Obviously a big paraphrase, but that's the one sequence that's been stuck in my mind all these years.
Any possible answers would be appreciated!
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