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Testing testing; check one two – DWT is live once again on Reddit!
Terrific, terrific stuff
- I - The Wisdom
- II - The Financials
- III - The DWT Statistic Collection
- IV - The Fundamentals
- V - The Main Event
- VI - The Reasonings
- VII - The Epilogue
I - THE WISDOM
Welcome back hombres ✌️. So to kick things off - an explanation. A few of the more eagle-eyed amongst yous will have noticed a wee switching of the agenda; a wee mixing of the publishing time. As mused there last week - there's been an abundance of duties added to Dads Remit. In other words: A new occupation 👍. Tis a wee smidge of requirement that enforces the even earlier rising of Dad - an indication of the commitment required to maintain pish going forth. Fortunately for Dad but - the first few have proven terrifically fruitful and engaging... to be fair a feeling that perhaps had been laid to rest. No for e'er (hence this happening); but an acceptance that maybes Dads crumbling frame and dilapidating mind, werenae a draw for a potential employer. So Dad took action: the imagining of Dads Aviary for example. Moves made to fill the void with summat poignant - summat that'd fill the bank account with a flow of currency at some stage. No sign of that happening alas... tis a lengthy danger-filled road towards the place to even qualify for cashola unfortunately. Tis achievable sure... just the timeframe is hazy. Henceforth - the sourcing of a Cash Cow Dad can leap up on top of and learn to ride. The box is ticked - the panic (of sorts) can subside - and dreams can become clearer in ones Minds Eyeballs. Realism is a cunt who robs the opportunity of progress all too fucking often sure... takes a leap of faith or two, to properly create an impenetrable barrier around the engine block driving the whole cunt forth. No to say it's the best of the best just yet of course... a ways to go until the feet are properly under the table and Dad can take pish to granted (to a degree anyhow). but for sure - there's a real sense of potential: Dads Banter has already infiltrated the psyches of manys a terrific cunt - there's clear scope for believing pish'll be ok 😎. Dad - whilst a fussy cunt who finds potential disruption to otherwise ok shite - is one of those who can add a good wedge of positivity to any fucking place, should the inhabitants be keen for such a happening. So far so good people - hoo mama 🙌
No just that sure - the getting to know you chat, has revealed manys a possibility... a route back to music included sure 👍. No summat Dad has crowed about all too oft... mainly owing to the complete lack of prosperity music has provided Dad for much too manys a fucking year. All Dads fault sure... no blaming music haha. But you hit the bumps on the road - you tire of the semantics of bandmates... the reason for doing it is lost all too swiftly. Makes a cunt yearn for a set of DJ Skillz or summat - at least that way it's a journey taken free of intrusion (at least comparatively). Skip forward several years and Dads Bass is nowt more than an ornament, albeit plucked down from its protective case a smidge more frequently in recent times. No to say there was much thought being given to reinstating that urge to get out there and bond with potential jam-buddies. As it turned out - the decision was taken from Dad, instead enthusiastically prospered by others, long since bored at no finding a cunt who can finger the four-strings. Just to clarify: Dad isnae fucking Geddy Lee or whomever... the skillset is moderate at best ✌️. But for sure - hanging out with three or four brethren, meandering our way through the simpler examples of favourite rock records, whilst placing the lips around a glass dick every half hour or so - twas a terrific time 😎. So we'll see sure... Dad isnae expecting it to be the greatest without evidence to the contrary - but there's certainly an appetite for finding out and a hope for it being the case. Reflecting - it's been a shockingly lengthy time Dad hasnae picked at such scabs... an indication of how much damage was done by experiences gone by. Twas all too easy for Dad to let go of such things; partly based on the belief that Dad had evolved in the time and would therefore find alternate sources without too much hassle. Nope. That was the end of the chapter. The sight of Dads old Bass Amp gathering dust in the corner of the garage, covered in leaves and oily substances... it repped a grim evolution. Since - a modest practice amp hath been purchased: a feeling there was that sure - there is a point to uncoiling the stiff medium fingers and using them to vibrate the open drop D once more. Luckily - Dad still has a blend of sex appeal that'll work fine on a stage or suchlike; none of your life crises type shite going on here 🤘
So for sure - an injection of vigour Dads received - and as such, the desire to engage hath returned. The introverted and reserved Dad willnae depart for good sure... tis tough to imagine no having ones space to unwind in for several hours of each and every - but there is a spell there available for Dad to shoehorn in an activity or two. By proxy - Dad is hoping the increased level of serotonin to the relevant areas will ease the pressures on the brain and muscles and so on. the aches and pains of age have been a bug bear for a fair old spell now sure... for sure it has felt a battle to maintain Dads preferred ways of livin' (i.e. with a good handful of energy and intensity). As such - it's with a spooky sense of timing all of this shite has arrived... serendipitous dare one say. Raises an interesting point, despite the failings of DWT: is Dad being aided by higher powers, who believe him essential to the grand landscape of entertaining cunts and making them feel terrific? Probably. And for sure - that's enough. Just the chance Dad is helping save lives and draw goosebumps from the necks of several is enough to persevere and believe. Always the bigger moments are noted... those crossroads Dad reaches that always seem to send him down the correct road. No to say there isnae a happening or two that'd maybes have Dad thinking, 'Oops... one is on the wrong route,'... it's ne'er easiness and greasiness every step of the fucking way. But to arrive at the source of light you've been wandering towards for so long, is as rewarding a moment as one'll get. Stick to guns and you will find the purest of joy. Tis a shame there was a scar or two added along the way... but at least there's fodder for enthusiastic storytelling. Learn the value of experience good and bad, and eventually the good will consume most of e'thing. Come what may - Dad'll be ok 👍
II - THE FINANCIALS
What can we say that hasnae recently been gushed afore... fucking SHITE. You work and you work and you fucking work on a Boat - and you arrive at the sort of assumption that maybes the fuckin g boat isnae worth maintaining... maybes it's best to just stick a rope round the wheel, point it towards the abyss, afore releasing the brakes and watching her slowly drift the fuck away. But of course no people: of course fucking no. Too much blood sweat and spunk has been splashed onto the various surfaces... to turn ones back now: Cannae. So we step aboard again, fire up all the usual pish to keep the cunt afloat - and we mosey on out. This time the harvest weill be fucking reaped 🙌. Probably. Reddit Running Total (RRT) currently sits at -£782.95
. Ah no.
III - THE DWT STATISTIC COLLECTION
Welcome to The DWT Statistic Collection
|DWT Statistic #101 |
|9 DWTs we've endured since the wonderfully winning warrior that was DWT138: in that time - we've seen an unbelievably shite 3 winning singles from a mind-boggling 27 picks. Win or fucking receive a slap the day by fuck - hoo mama. |
See you next week, for yet another addition, to The DWT Statistic Collection
IV - THE FUNDAMENTALS
------------------------ I'm not promoting it in the slightest to be put on; it's purely to be completely transparent about where the beans I'm spilling are being pushed towards – this is after all, a Life Experiment: Can a useless old arsehole prosper under strict weekly gambling conditions? Word of warning; prior to this – not really. The sticky clarifies - but just to reiterate - here's the format...DRS20 is Dads Recommended Spend: £20. This is a lot of money granted - and I would encourage absolute apprehension if this sort of money represents life altering for you personally if zero is returned. I’m lucky enough to be able to afford to lose £20 in a week; but confess that if I got no return for say, 20 weeks in a row - I would likely be without something I value (a streaming service or summat). I don’t take it lightly. Four bets are placed with this outlay: a £5 Treble (DWT) and three £5 Doubles. Generally if two come up, the bet is covered (up or down £2 or so). As of DWT100 - we here at DWT now splash out an additional 15 bangers on the Singles. Regardless - DRS20 remains. I would NEVER recommend spending yet more on this if you have been a regular DRS20 utiliser... if owt - spend less 👍. My gambling prowess is pretty much a joke; so whilst I advertise, I in no way qualify them as a given. I’m a prick with plenty bollocks to spout is all. This is how I frame it.
IV - THE MAIN EVENT
So here it is - the one that joins the more sensible world of reasonable odds and feels somewhat secure in the knowledge that for sure, 150 bangers or so (potential yield) is nowt to be sniffed at:
we get for this selection – terrific 😎
Over 30’s last week; over 10's this week - a big, big fuck off drop down the prices sure... tis the nature of limited selections and all the rest - fucking internationals ✌️. But with the enforcement of less to choose from, comes a trio of heroes that dare I say it - looks a cert of sorts 🙌. Two at home - all three chasing prosperity of the purest... no manys a cunt would say 'All three'll lose' I reckon... other than purely for the reason it's me choosing them haha - hoo mama. But whilst nowts guaranteed, there's for sure a big slice of belief that comes in the surer waters of 10's... inspiration for the future? Let's see what fucking happens 🤙
DWT148 - The Doubles
|DOUBLE ||TEAM A ||TEAM B ||Odds |
|A ||PORTSMOUTH ||CARLISLE UNITED ||4.38/1 |
|B ||PORTSMOUTH ||MANSFIELD TOWN ||3.52/1 |
|C ||CARLISLE UNITED ||MANSFIELD TOWN ||4.25/1 |
VI - THE REASONINGS
begin the start of the expected new era of success - a team showing real signs of closing down on the cunts above and achieving the previously unthinkable and actually making it to the play-offs... would be some going sure - off the page 💪. Dad has mused oft about Pompey since the arrival of Mousinho, a cunt who has taken the rough talent he's surrounded by and turned them into a shiny smooth gemstone 😎. A home crowd to entertain the day... they'll be expecting clinical decisive action: Dad too by fuck - Dad fucking too 🤘
*** CARLISLE UNITED
up next - currently enjoying a wondrous run of 6 unbeaten, conceding a piffling 1 goal in that stretch. A couple 0-0s most recently maybes slips a smidge of doubt in there... but with Bradford away and Stevenage at home - they werenae exactly dropping the fucking ball or owt. Needless to say - a trip to struggling Gillingham will more than likely re-open the floodgates... and there'll Dad be, waiting to gather up the high value notes when they fucking do 👍
*** MANSFIELD TOWN
round things off - one of Dads Main Squeezes as regular viewers'll know ✌️. Stuttered a bitty they have in recent times alas... eager they'll be to hop back up into the hotseat and regain their composure. An opponent today who hover around where they themselves are in the table - sutton'll have eyes on the climb up to the Special Table Positions themselves sure. But to fuck with that - our hombres Mansfield are a titan at home much the time; beeswax as usual is on the agenda 👊
VII - THE EPILOGUE
So there we have it – nostalgia, hope and determination all apparent in equal measure. This time we do it right; wind in the sails – and off across the ocean in search of new worlds. A powerful pirate ship hunting high and low for treasures. Raise the fucking flag - the Good Ship DWT is back and ready to provide for its crew. If you play; play safe. DRS20 as always people. Frustration at the amount won, is better than the heartache at the amount lost. https://preview.redd.it/7gsbm8xnzupa1.jpg?width=630&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=35e0cb1b7e205f37db476b3cffbc5be26fd5df6c
2023.03.25 09:21 Sweden13 Oscar Robertson: A Career Evaluation
I am biased against Oscar Robertson. I do not like Oscar and find him to be one of the most overrated players in league history, and this post is very much for the sake of making and proving that agenda. I DO have to admit- contemporary players and people who know basketball way better than I do value Oscar, and there are those oldies who call him the GOAT- the Oscar fans are probably closer to the truth than I am, so consider this a form of... devil's advocacy. Except the writer is delusional enough to believe it.
Mister Triple Double. One of the greatest point guards of all time. Former MVP. Oscar Robertson has a reputation as one of the greatest Point Guards of all time, and it's hard to say it isn't well-earned. A glance at the stat sheet showcases EXACTLY how much Oscar filled them up. But in the modern NBA discourse, or better or for worse (it's for worse), there is one thing that's key- rings and winning. And at first glance, Oscar has that, that 1971 ring with the Bucks preventing him from being banished to the realm of ringless superstars like Charles Barkley, Karl Malone, Elgin Baylor and Steve Nash.
But it's just that. The 1971 ring with the Bucks. Robertson had played in the league as "the man" for a decade before this past his prime ring. He wasn't Mr. Triple Double because of the Bucks, but because of his stint with the Cincinnati Royals. How did these Royals teams go? Was he the lone star, struggling as our Kings forerunners utterly failed to put a team around him? Just get unlucky? Well, this post is an exploration of Oscar Robertson's career, focusing on the Royals years. So, out with the introduction, and in with the basketball!
- Stats: 30.5/10.1/9.7
- Team Record: 33-46
Rookie year, Oscar was already statistically dominating- averaging almost a triple double, third in the league in points, and leading the league in assists. And despite that? The Royals missed the playoffs, coming very last in the west. In complete fairness, the Royals weren't exactly GREAT before Oscar- pitifully winning 19 games, asking them to be a contender might be a little too much. But it wasn't as if they were devoid of talent either- this team featured Jack Twyman, of Twyman-Stokes award fame. The year before, Twyman became the first player (alongside Wilt), to average 30 ppg, and this year as Oscar's number two, was still fifth in the league in scoring from his small forward position. This team also had center Wayne Embry, who just had his first of five straight all-star appearances- frankly, it was probably his weakest one, and he's a more dubious hall of fame selection, but he's still someone. In his favor- the Royals went up to FIRST in offensive rating (up from fourth), while they stayed dead last in defensive rating. Anyway, again, not being too cruel here- rookie year, only place to go is up!
- Stats: 30.8/12.5/11.4
- Team Record: 43-37
This is Oscar's most famous year! The lauded triple double year! With his stats increasing, so does the team success- they go over .500, maintaining their top of the line offensive rating... while also still featuring a dreadful defensive rating. Oscar leads the league in assists and is fifth in the league in scoring (Twyman and Embry are ninth and fourteenth), and they go to the playoffs for the very first time! Their opponent? The Detroit Pistons, starring hall of famer Bailey Howell, Gene Shue, Don Ohl, and Ray Scott. I doubt most of those names mean much to you- but Howell was an efficient scoring-rebounding machine, while Shue and Ohl are definitive members of the Hall of Very Good. Regardless, the lower seeded Pistons who are kinda just... middle of the pack in everything, chop down the Royals 3-1 and advance to get squished by the Lakers. Again, this year is improvement- elite offense, terrible defense, not having yet hit the level of real contender.
- Stats: 28.6/10.4/9.5
- Team Record: 42-38
This iteration of the Royals has kinda... flatlined. Oscar, Twyman and Embry all see their numbers dip- Oscar still fourth in the league in scoring and second in assists, while Twyman stays top 10 in scoring. Things HAVE changed more though- Cincinnati moves to the eastern conference, escaping the Hawks and Lakers, and get blessed by the Boston Celtics instead. Probably not worth it. The Royals still have a top of the line offense, and they still have a bottom of the line defense. They make the playoffs again, this time getting a first round matchup with the 48 win Syracuse Nationals, featuring Hal Greer, Lee Shaffer, Red Kerr, and the corpse of Dolph Schayes. In typical Royals fashion, this series was a track meet- one that Oscar and Cincy would pull off 3-2 with an overtime game five victory- one that saw Oscar's 32-19-13 lead the way, despite a 46 point performance by Shaffer. But this series was ANYTHING but an Oscar carry job. Twyman had an efficient 25 a game, while Embry had 17 and 16- he clicked, the team clicked, and they moved on. The ECF saw them face with the Bill Russell Celtics and.... they ALMOST won. Giving up 47 to Sam Jones in game 7 isn't much of a success. Anyway, Bill Russell and the suffocating Celtics defense pretty much shut down the Royals supporting cast- Oscar's 11-24 for 43 points in game 7 wasn't enough to lift them up. Anyway, this isn't particularly egregious- the Celtics were simply the much better team, and the Royals took them to the limit. NEXT YEAR is the dream.
- Stats: 31.4/9.9/11.0
- Team Record: 55-25
As I said, next year was the dream! Cincy was second in the east, coming behind Boston, while Oscar won his MVP! The Royals also gave Oscar a new co-star- Hall of Famer and 75th anniversary team member Jerry Lucas arrived for his rookie year, averaging 17 points and 17 rebounds while also leading the league in FG%. The Royals had the best offense in the league, and for once... their defense was okay. Hitting the playoffs, they clipped the formerly Nationals now 76ers 3-2 once more (Twyman, despite a meh season, shows up again. Oscar isn't solo carrying this team), and head to the ECF to do battle with the Celtics. This time, the Celtics murder the Royals elite, league leading offense. Oscar? 28/10/6, with a very hot .398 fg% Embry? .338 fg%. Lucas? 12 and 12 with a sizzling .270. Twyman was for the most part good but... yeah. For once, the Royals didn't lose because their defense. They lost because their strength, their offense, was completely humiliated- they only once scored above 100 ppg, with 102 in their game four win, after averaging 114 for the whole season. After this 4-1 loss, pretty much going backwards... well, all you can do is hope it goes better next year.
- Stats: 30.4/9.0/11.5
- Team Record: 48-32
The Royals go backwards a little, but they're still who they are. Oscar is still being Oscar, averaging almost a triple double every year with around 30 points. Jerry Lucas now looks like a full-fledged number two- he becomes one of three players ever to average 20 points and 20 rebounds in the same season, and yeah he's seventh in the league in scoring, while making All-NBA first team. Old Twyman, Old Embry, and Adrian Smith make up the rest of their supporting cast, and I'm sure you know the recipe. Top offense, bad defense. Cracking the playoffs as the two seed, they get a familiar foe in the first round- the Philadelphia 76ers, now featuring Wilt Chamberlain. How do you think a defenseless team fares against Wilt? If you said "not well," you'd be correct! The Royals lose the series 3-1, while Oscar again has a meh FG% and his rebounding disappears (Understandably though. Wilt and Lucas both averaged 20 and are among the greatest rebounders of all time). Statistically, I'd dare to say Lucas outperforms Oscar in this series, though again, Robertson is the one running the offense. Either way, doesn't matter, the Royals perish in the first round, while Wilt, Hal Greer and Chet Walker average a combined 74 ppg against their pitiful defense. (Wilt is only 27 of that!)
- Stats: 31.3/7.7/11.1
- Team Record: 45-35
The Royals peaked. Oscar's rebounding too has, really, and so has his supporting cast. Twyman and Embry are relevant no more, instead you have Happy Hairston and the aforementioned Adrian Smith. Jerry Lucas is still Jerry Lucas and averages 20-20, so he still has an all-NBA first team teammate. For once, the offensive rating of the team starts to slide- falling down to third, and yeah, defense still bottom of the barrel. Regardless, this team makes the playoffs again- and this time, it's the Celtics first round! And well, they wouldn't humiliate themselves this time, taking the series to five in a 3-2 first round loss. Oscar's stats don't crater like they did last time he played the Celtics- 32-8-8, though his FG% is still .408. Most teammates disappear totally sans Lucas, who is still himself, albeit a more ineffecient version- 20-20 with a .471 FG%. Besides that... yeah, another first round exit for Oscar, albeit against a much better team.
- Stats: 30.5/6.2/10.7
- Team Record: 39-42
Same old Oscar. Second in the league in scoring, the Royals still have the second best offensive rating, still have a terrible defense, and his supporting cast is getting steadily worse. The team dipped under .500 this time! This is where my Oscar slander can really take off- how many times, in their absolute prime, will a super star let a team fall under .500? Especially when he has an All-NBA teammate like Lucas. Nevertheless, the east still has no depth as the age of expansion looms, so he hops right into the playoffs and faces... the 1967 76ers. Oscar plays well this series- a 33 point double-double gave them game one, before the Sixers win the next three games. Oscar is mostly efficient and passing well, with the exception of a brutal game four. But Wilt, Greer and Walker bully the hapless Royals defense- they just don't have the defense to come close to holding up to one of the greatest teams in NBA history. Out again.
- Stats: 29.2/6.0/9.7
- Team Record: 39-43
The good: Oscar wins his first and only scoring title! The bad: the Royals miss the playoffs. This makes two duds in a row, where good individual stats don't reflect on team success- the Royals had an elite offense and a bottom of the league defense, shocking no one. In his defense, Oscar only played 65 games this year, the team going 35-30 with him, and a less than great 4-13 without him, which is more a stat that condemns the 20-20 Lucas. With him the whole time, odds are they have a better chance at winning two more games and locking in the playoff spot. The supporting cast is a far cry different than before- Hairston was traded for Tom Van Arsdale, undersized center Connie Dierking, there's Smith, and then pre-breakout Bob Love. Moving on, perhaps the Royals would put things together again.
- Stats: 24.7/6.4/9.8
- Team Record: 41-41
Yes, Oscar played the whole season this time. The Big O's prime has clearly passed- scoring and rebounding down, but he's still leading the best offensive rating in the league. Lucas had 18-18, Tom Van Arsdale is filling the role as new Jack Twyman and made his first all-star appearance. And the Royals defense just sucks. Goes without saying that they missed the playoffs yet again too, finishing behind the Unseld-Johnson-Monroe Bullets, Russell Celtics, Cunningham-Greer-Walker Sixers and Reed-Frazier Knicks. The east was stacked, sure, but especially looking at it today, you'd expect an all-time player to elevate his team to higher levels. As a side note- this was also his last season leading the league in assists.
- Stats: 25.3/6.1/8.1
- Team Record: 36-46
Oscar's last season with the Royals. Not a good one. New head coach Bob Cousy had a new cool ideas for an offense, which utterly flopped and resulted in the team cratering to 10th. Jerry Lucas got traded, so the team's core was the scoring duo of Oscar and all-star Van Arsdale. Their defense was also bad this year- this was really just a bad team all around. You CAN blame this on Cousy- after all, he thought it would be a good idea to come out of retirement, but the Royals were on the path to mediocrity before the Houdini of the Hardwood ever came into town. And this is how his legendary Royals career ends- after the season, dealt for Flynn Robinson and Charlie Paulk to join the young Milwaukee Bucks.
Before I get to the Bucks, let me sum up the extent of the core of Oscar's career, this 10 year stint with the Royals:
Oscar dominated statistically, that cannot be denied. Gaudy scoring, passing and rebounding numbers translated into league leading offenses year after year after year. And what did those turn into?
Out of 10 years, Oscar missed the playoffs four times. What other super star missed the playoffs four times in their prime? A fifth time, he made the playoffs with an under .500 record. So I'd solidly say half the time, this team underperformed. But in his six playoff ventures he:
- Lost once to the lesser seeded Detroit Pistons
- Lost three times to the Boston Celtics
- Lost twice to the Wilt 76ers
Of these, four of them were first round exits.
In terms of regular season success Oscar's teams... never really had it. His most admirable playoff run came in 1963, where they upset the Sixers and pushed the Celtics to the limit. 1964 was their single best regular season (and only 50 win season), and their vaunted offense was DISMANTLED by the Celtics in the conference finals. From that point forward, the Royals just slid back into obscurity.
I've been really harsh on Oscar, so it's time to be fairer- this team's defensive issues were not his fault. The failure to get a strong rim protector was on management, and their defense would just be a sieve throughout the whole run. His supporting cast had talent but... they were also imperfect. Jack Twyman was an elite scorer and strong second option, but he wasn't a defender. When he led a team, they won 19 games. Embry was undersized and a short prime. Jerry Lucas statistically dominated, but I think, to a degree, he's an "empty stats" sorta player. He's overrated much the same way Oscar is, with the caveat that it's the year 2023 and no one really cares about Jerry Lucas anymore. Tom Van Arsdale famously is the best player to never make the playoffs either, and Adrian Smith... is a guard. Who won all-star MVP once. A bunch of good players here, but this team just stacked the offense too much.
Anyways, to sum up this section- the Royals tenure was disappointing. Oscar's teams were never transcendent, and actually, were disappointing more often than not. Oscar's stats are impressive and come from a team that didn't play defense in one of the highest paced eras in NBA history, and he plays next to a guy where the consensus is the stats "overrate" him. My take is that Oscar falls in the same boat- a great player whose stats and flashy style makes him look better than he really was, with less contribution to winning. In terms of his contemporaries, I'd dare to say Jerry West should clearly be over him, and I tend to favor Bob Pettit and Elgin Baylor too, depending on the day. Oscar's career didn't end with Cincy of course- so time to cover the Bucks.
Postlude: The Milwaukee Bucks
The greatest team Oscar was ever on wasn't the Cincinnati Royals, but the 1971 Milwaukee Bucks. And for once, he was the number two. The Bucks were Kareem's team- 32 and 16 make that quite clear, but Oscar still contributed, with 19/5/8. He was GOOD, but this isn't Mr. Triple Double. And in an odd twist, despite shouldering less of the load, Oscar was LESS efficient once he joined Kareem. The Bucks weren't a two man show though- they also starred the incredibly underrated Bobby Dandridge, who averaged 18/8/3.5 himself. A recent hall of fame inductee, Dandridge scored more points in the finals in the 70's than ANY other player, one of my favorite pieces of trivia. And in fact, Dandridge scored more over this playoff run than Oscar did himself- he's more of a third star than a roleplayer, and I favor the argument that he was the Bucks second best player throughout their tenure with the Bucks- as demonstrated by continued success as Oscar aged.
Again, I'm being a little too cruel. Oscar Robertson played a key part in the greatness of the 1971 Bucks, but this wasn't a ring carried by two super stars. This was Kareem and two all-stars leading a strong team to a ring.
After 1971, Oscar was old, simple as that. Was he still a good player? Yes, but a star no more. He made his final all-star game in 1972, averaging 17/5/7, and his numbers kept going down till he called it quits after the Bucks failed finals run in 1974. All-in-all, I like the comparison to CP3 on the Suns- Oscar helped a strong team get over the hump, before age began to set in. It doesn't mean he's not a good player, just that he's past his prime. And just like Chris Paul's lack of playoff success before Phoenix doesn't mean he's not an all-time great, the Big O's struggles in Cincinnati doesn't mean he's not one either.
Just not as great as some might think.
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2023.03.25 09:15 Glass_Sentence7139 DreamWorld/Land of Nod
Ok, so this is my first reddit post, so please excuse any confusion. Recently, while watching YouTube, I stumbled upon a list of 10 alternate/parallel universe stories. I have believed in the theories of alternate universes forever...I mean literally, for as long as I can remember, and I have good reason.
I am a woman, almost 50 y.o, who has always had these "dreams". In my dreams, I am someplace else, but with full memories of ever part of my life when in the dream. I wake up at least 5x's/night, with full memories of the dream I had just had. I tried keeping dream logs, but, with the amount of dreams I have a night, along with the details remembered in each dream, I don't have the time to write down each dream. If i were to write them, they would be complete stories, not dreams. I almost wish I had someone who could write them for me.
The majority of my dreams are all in the same world. I call this world "The Land Of Nod", Don't ask me why I call it that, I started calling it that when I was about 15 and it just stuck.
My earliest memory of having repetitive dreams and dreams of this other world, was about when I was either 4 or 5, but I am sure I have had them my whole life, unfortunately, our brains don't start storing memories until about that age. My earliest memory of this life, was when I was approx. 3-4 y/o. My parents tell me that as a baby, I had colic until I was 9-months old, that's pretty late for colic, considering it usually subsides by the time a baby id 3-4 months old, I truly believe that it was not colic that kept me awake all night instead of sleeping, I believe I was having these dreams even then. At that young age, and I believe i was so confused, about what to believe and what not to believe, kept me up, crying, trying to stay in in world. Now, I know this is just a guess, but if you had experienced the things I have experienced thru-out the past 49 years of my life, you would understand why I feel this way. My friends and co-workers ask me everyday about my dreams the night before. Sometimes I tell them, sometimes I don't and sometimes i can't, because in "The Land Of Nod", there are creatures that don't exist here. There are everyday animals sold in their pet shops that don't exist here, on this plane, and most importantly, there are colors that don't exist here. They are impossible for me to describe, and although I will vividly remember the colors I see for several days after the dream, the memories slowly fade with time. But one thing I am sure of, they were there.
I compare it to how different animals, can see different colors due to the cones in their eyes. They say dogs only see in black and white, yet some insects can see different colors on the color spectrum, like ultraviolet,that our human eyes can't even imagine. Well, you can think I'm insane all you want, but it's true. There are amazing, marvelous, beautiful colors, both light and dark, shimmery, yet not opaque, indistinct, yet comprehensible, all at the same time.
When i say I wake up 5x/night,I am not exaggerating, in fact, I am lowering the bar. There have been times when i have woken up 9-10x/night due to these dreams.
Like I said, the majority of the time, I go to the same world when i dream. I know the whole town so well, I could draw a map. I know where the movie theater is,the mall, the train stations and the houses.
While some of you are probably thinking that I have taken bits and pieces of the real world and introduced them to create "The Land of Nod", i assure you, that is not the case. These are places, I know I have never seen, with people, most of who I have never met. Sometimes different people in my family will be there, and other times, someone entirely different would be my mother or father. On these occasions, I remember that whole entire life, clear as day. All the memories are intact, Sometimes, I am me, but younger, or older and other times, I am someone completely different. I have been a black woman in my dreams (I am a white woman in this dimension). I have been a Chinese male, and a Chinese female. For some reason, I have been Chinese more than any other ethnicity,
Now don't go getting up in arms over race and sex....I have no control over my dreams in the past, or even who I will be tonight.
A common theme with most of my dreams is the world ending. I have dreamt about this more times than I could begin to explain. 9 out of 10 times, in my dreams, the world ends due to floods and tsunami's. On occasion, I have been in the thick of it, trying to save people and get them on boats. But most of the time, it's after the fact. The damage and destruction. The haunting shapes of twisted metal from where skyscrapers use to be. I will say this: all of the dreams about the tsunami catastrophes appear to be far in the future. I can tell by what has been left over. The remnants, even of the twisted skyscrapers, are nothing that even remotely looks like this century.
I have not only had dreams of the end times, I have had dreams where I have lived a whole lifetime, grown up, fell in love, got married, grew old and relaxed with my old, true love, on a raft, in a makeshift lake that was inside a giant spaceship, where we could look up and see the clear dome, at least a 100 feet above us, showing all the stars. I remember the peace I felt in that moment.The peace of knowing I had a good life, with a man I love and being ready to accept death.
I have had movies that were complete movies. I( watched them fro beginning to end. They don't exist here in this dimension...believe me, I have searched. I have dreamt of musicals, one I remember i call "Stomp", because it was a horror, comical musical, of this band of gypsies, that floated from town to town, killing people, by stomping their heads while circling around them singing. I remember all these and more, vividly.
I have seen giant insects like 4 feet long spiders and 12 inch bees, whose abdomens were completely transparent, so much so, that I could see the intestines, both blue and green, inside the liquid sac of their abdomen.
I don't know why, after all these years I am talking about this.
I believe, honestly in my heart, that these are different dimensions that are out there, but we are unable to see or touch them, at least I can't when I'm awake,.
One more thing I would like to mention. When i crawl into bed and drift off to "The Land of Nod", i almost always find myself waking up there. I go to sleep here and wake up, still drowsy, in a different bed, but knowing where I am and who I am.
This was just a quick synopsis of my dream world and how i believe it relates to parallel dimensions. If anyone is interested, I have dreams and stories from the other side that could last for days. Do the math: between 4- 10 dreams a night, every night. Almost always remembering every detail. I have a lot written down, but more in my memory, stored, hoping someday to possibly write a book, or one of the movies or musicals I saw in the other world.
I would like to do a sleep study someday, but I wouldn't know what to say as to why. It's not really a medical reason, so insurance wouldn't cover it. I wish there was a scientist out there, studying dreams and other dimensions. If there was, I would be the perfect candidate.
Until then, if anyone happens to find my dreamworld interesting, amusing, or has had similar occurrences, Please let me know.
Sleep well. Don't fear. Namaste.
I certainly have no shortages of dream stories to tell....I just don't have enough time left on earth to tell them all.
Good night all...I'm off to "the Land of Nod" again. Hopefully I will only visit the other world no more than 5 times tonight......it takes a toll on my waking life.
I have never written about it before,maybe the fact that you are all a bunch of strangers that can't judge me helps me to speak my dark into the light. I've gotta be at work in a few hours, and I have an extremely tough job, being an SUD counselor for addicts in a recovery home, so I have to be on-point. Thanks again for listening to an old lady drag on about nothing and everything at the same time. I appreciate all of you. There is purpose, both in this life and the next, I can promise you that!
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2023.03.25 08:39 AssistSwimming2976 Paragliding In Vagamon: Tips For First-Time Flyers
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Paragliding is a sport that involves flying through the air by means of a paraglider, which is a free-flying, foot-launched parachute. The paraglider wing is made of an inflatable fabric that has been stretched over a rigid frame. The pilot wears shoes with built-in shock absorbers and holds onto handles as he/she steps off a hilltop or mountain peak with his/her feet pointed straight down (like skydiving). The wind catches under the inflated canopy, lifting it and pulling the pilot upward into flight while they lean forward into the harness to maintain balance. Paragliding can be done anywhere there are hills or mountains with sufficient wind speed (12kmph) and updrafts to carry you aloft; however paragliding in Vagamon
offers perfect conditions for beginners as well as experienced pilots due to its high altitude (1,000mts above sea level), low humidity levels and minimal turbulence from nearby trees etc., making it ideal for paragliding activities!
While paragliding Vagamon
can be an adrenaline-filled adventure, it’s also an opportunity to take in the breathtaking views of the surrounding landscape. Make sure to take a moment to appreciate the scenery and enjoy the experience. Don’t forget to bring a camera or GoPro to capture the memories and share them with friends and family. And most importantly, trust your pilot and follow their instructions for a safe and enjoyable flight.
Weather conditions play a crucial role in paragliding at Vagamon
, and it’s important to be aware of them before you take off. Wind speed and direction, as well as cloud cover and precipitation, can all affect the safety and enjoyment of your flight. Make sure to check the weather forecast before you book your Vagamon paragliding experience, and be prepared to reschedule if conditions are not favorable. Your safety and the safety of your pilot should always come first.
Where to Stay
There are many options for accommodations in Vagamon. You can choose from hotels and resorts, homestays, or even camping sites. If you’re looking for a place to stay that offers luxury and comfort but still allows you to experience nature at its best then a hotel would be your best bet. The hotels in Vagamon will offer everything from swimming pools to restaurants on site so they make an ideal choice if you want something more than just sleeping quarters when visiting this beautiful hill station. If you prefer staying in smaller accommodation such as homestays or camping sites then there are plenty of options available too! Homestays are becoming increasingly popular among visitors because they offer more authentic experiences than larger hotels do; however there may not always be facilities such as WiFi access or air conditioning available at these places which might make them unsuitable depending on what kind of holiday experience you’re looking for (if any).
2023.03.25 06:25 Garmo738 Pre-building inspection tips
As a builder I end up doing a lot of building inspections for friends and family. It's a pain in my arse- if I take any money there's moral liability issues, but often I end up doing 10 or 15 housing inspections and end up with a 6 pack of beers.
As a consequence I've gotten real good at taking non-builders through the basic things to look out for, and I thought I'd share that with the group, for any of yous lucky enough to be buying a house in this climate.
Before we begin- this is a public service aimed at other builders in the same boat as me. Not you, you lucky bastard. Quit whinging about how hard it is looking for a house and buy your mate a bottle of lagavulin. Legally- you can definitely read this and skip an actual building inspection. Totally. Ive got a flair from reddit which is a govt recognized accreditation. I accept full liability. Email me @ [email protected]
Let's start from the top-
step back and look at the lines and planes of the roof. Any faults in the roof framing will be visible to the eye in sags in the top line or any plane. If it bends down in the middle of the top ridge or along any plane there are framing issues.
Penetrations: how many holes have been made for chimneys, HWC, TV aerials etc? The more things coming out of the roof the higher the risk. The older they are the more the risk increases.
Tin roofs: it's horribly expensive to pull the old lead washer nails up and replace them. The nails are a massive pain to pull without damaging the tin and the big washers are 2 bucks a pop. If it's nailed not screwed try to take at least half of a reroof (avg 30k in akl ish- plus insulation and hurricane ties while it's off another 10)
Tile roofs- concrete tile roofs last pretty much forever. Is it painted? Are there tiles missing? Cracked? Recently replaced? Tile roofs are heavy- check the planes and lines a second time to look for framing issues. They will show much more than in tin.
Downpipes: how many are there? How does the gutter look? Is there some fall? Is there mossy bits? Do they go into a storm or just discharge onto the ground? We'll get back to this with drainage.
Most building inspection companies have a waiver that they don't cover roofs- there's too much other shit to look at and it's too dangerous for them to clamber about- so the roof condition is perhaps the most important thing to judge for yourself.
Eave: does the building have a roof overhang? Eg the roof extends past the walls a significant amount? Preferably 600mm at least 400mm? No? Is it older than 2011? Only get it inspected if you think you can get 200k off the asking price.
Stick your head up into the attic. Is there paper under the tin? If tiles can you see any patches of light coming through? Is it insulated? With what? Can you see any evidence of water staining or rot?
Let's just get out the gate and say any 90s build external monolithic EIFTS or wtf it's called fake Spanish adobo no eave bullshit is a great buy. Can't go wrong. Probably a real bargain. Get in quickly! Skip an inspection!!!
Fibre cement pre 1988. Asbestos is the perfect building material. The Romans used to make napkins out of it. They'd finish dinner, wipe their face, throw them in the fire, and pull them out snowy white and ready for another meal. Asbestos also has excellent thermal qualities, electrical resistance, and longevity. They still pull Asbestos napkins out of the ground in mint condition. I cannot get enough asbestos in my buildings. I need more asbestos. It's flawless. Inject it into my veins.
Jokes aside- you can often pick up an asbestos clad house for a bargain. Theyre mint. You just can't change the floor plan without paying a fortune. IMHO you're more likely to have issues with a new fibre cement clad.
Windows: windows are the nasal cavities of the deadly virus known as leaky house syndrome. How is it transmitted? NO ONE KNOWS. But look at the gib inside under the corners of the windows. And the skirting. Pull back the carpet. How old is the house? Can I be fucked talking about flashings? Nah bro I cannot.
Framing: main thing to check for the layman is borer. When you've stuck your head up in the roof have a good look for it. Do the same in the sub floor. If the realtor is not looking whip out yore sledgie and knock a couple quick holes into the gib. They won't mind. Most realtors know the best way to patch a hole is a bit of A3 paper and some PVA. Trust me. I'm a realtor. Change my flair.
Mostly borer will start from the subfloor and work it's way up. You do hit the odd older house where the subfloor is something bug resistant and the cladding is miro and the walls are sapwood rimu and completely fucked. Get the sledge out bro. It'll be fine.
Pile Foundations- get under the house. First thing we're looking for is rot. Crawl all around. Get nice and dirty. Then come out again- you don't know anything about bearer spacing. You're wasting your time under there. Who's your builder he's a fucking idiot.
Concrete: if there's cracks in the slab or the blockwork then you've got some problems.
Drainage: ah Jesus paddy Drainage is fucking complicated. Again most building inspection companies AFAIK will have some sort of waiver cos they don't cctv the lines. I dunno. Kick a gully trap. Does it ring a little bit? Should be all good.
Plumbing: do a massive jobbie in the loo. Wipe like you're meeting cleopatra for lunch. See what happens. Hopefully some kind plumber will talk about butelyne pipes because I'm all out of fucks. Are they black? Butelyne is black. I think 80s-90s. That's all I know.
Electrical- open the board. Lick your finger and rub it around. I'm out of beers and this house is ugly. Just buy it anyway.
Disclaimer: this one's for my fellow builders. I realize I've done a shit job on this. It's the clients fault. Feel free to pile in with some help.
If anyone has any questions it's a six pack of beers per answer. Stay safe out there team and good luck.
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2023.03.25 04:00 ActuaryPersonal2378 Long and winding ramblings as an adult of undiagnosed borderline stepmom and my dad the enabler
I am coming back to the top after writing this - realizing how long it is. Apologies for that but I suppose I had to get it off my chest.
I have very limited contact with my dad and even more limited with my stepmom. I'm 30 years old and I remember fantasizing about turning 18 and never seeing them again. It hasn't been quite that way, but I've certainly kept them at an arm's length.
I really don't know much about what their life looks like - my dad is a salesman and my undiagnosed borderline stepmom apparently works at the company my dad works at. She has always been kind of a mess when it came to getting a job which is kind of funny bc she was always a dick about me not having one. I am happily employed now well into my career, but I was a bit of a late bloomer. Retail work gave me a ton of anxiety and so I avoided work because of that, not out of laziness, if that makes sense.
A few years ago her dad died. I was broke and had just graduated college and couldn't afford to come home. But my dad was insistent that I need to come for the funeral and said I should borrow cash from my roommates to get home. And then he said he wasn't able to use credit cards (to buy a plane ticket for me) - I didn't ask why because frankly I think the less I know, the better. But it seemed really pathetic that you could be in your 60s and not be financially responsible enough to have credit cards.
Fast forward to now, they apparently own multiple properties, a boat, go on vacation a lot and stuff. Meanwhile I'm saddled (as is my mom and my brother) with thousands of dollars in student loans. And my dad didn't put one cent towards my college education.
A long time ago he said in a one-off conversation that they were going to pay for half my college (fat chance). And then a few years ago my car broke down. I was going to pay for the repair and they were going to pay for the part. Then at one point they called and said they'd do an early birthday present and cover the whole thing.
I went to pick up the car and the guy was like, "that will be $2k" and I said my dad should've covered it and nope. I texted him about it and later he called and tried to gaslight me into thinking that he never said that.
Money issues are kind of my last straw. I have a lot of money anxiety and thankfully I had savings and could cover it (barely), but it's what really sets me off these days. Especially now because they're living such a weirdly lavish lifestyle and they don't do anything to help me.
I know I probably sound entitled, I get that, I have to pay my own way in life. I never told them how much it upset me. and i'm not sure I ever will. I don't respect them enough to give them the vulnerability of my feelings. I suppose I am a bit curious how intentional it was - if they knew they were gaslighting me or not.
I got lunch with them around the holidays - my flight had been cancelled because of the weather and tbh I was grateful. The plan was that I was going to spend the night at their lake house and I was absolutely dreading it, but I am incapable of boundaries. When I did get into my home state, I told them that I didn't feel comfortable driving in the weather. Of course they said that they can pick me up - and I said no - I said I didn't want to be out on the roads in this blizzard.
When I saw them at lunch, I said something about that - about how I didn't want to drive and that I was sorry about that. My borderline stepmom immediately chimed in saying that well, we offered to pick you up - in a really bitchy tone. But I stood my ground.
This post got way out of control lol - lots of feelings that I'm finally starting to process - but yeah, the money issues sting. That was the last time I ever involved them in anything in my life. I had to euthanize my family cat that I took with me in adulthood (and they were super mean to her), and I did cry on the phone to my dad about it. I'm pretty mad at myself for showing that level of vulnerability.
It's just sad because he does have moments of showing real compassion and empathy but then turns around and does horrible things.
I think in therapy I'm starting to process the loss that comes with never having a reliable father figure. He was in my life - thursdays and every other weekend, but stepmom always came first. The Last of Us actually made me realize this - when Ellie ran to Joel after the fire in episode 8. When Joel said "I got you baby girl" it just made me burst into tears over the father I never had. (although it's a bit complex because there were some moments of empathy - which makes me feel guilty for that grief)
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2023.03.25 02:07 Saturdead The Drainpipe Siren
The summer I turned 10 was the best time of my life. For years I’d had trouble making friends with other girls, and out of nowhere I was accepted into a group of boys. We would ride our bikes everywhere, play games, and sit up all night just talking about superheroes. I loved it, and I started enjoying coming to school.
That summer was the first summer we went to Everett’s cabin. We biked up there with his dad and spent three days hiking, fishing, telling stories, building a treehouse, and chowing down on hot dogs. It was amazing, and probably the first time in my life where I truly felt like part of a group.
For the next few years, we went back up there every summer. Sometimes we’d get another member, sometimes we’d lose one. People came and went, but we biked up there every summer nonetheless.
They became my best friends. I was one of the “original members” alongside Everett and Sam, but one year we had Lewis, another year there was Owen, and so on. But me, Everett, and Sam? We were always there. The originals.
By the time we all turned 14, there was another girl joining the group; Sam’s girlfriend Josslyn. I’d had some trouble getting along with other girls, so I was a bit hesitant about having Josslyn come along. But I was hilariously wrong. Within a couple of weeks, Josslyn became my best friend. She was like the sister I never had.
The year we turned 16 was the last time we would go there as a group. By then, everyone was growing up. Some were going to college; others were getting a job. Hell, Sam and Josslyn had just broken up and could barely be in the same room. Spending the summer in Everett’s cabin became one of those things that you just stop doing. We promised we’d go back there someday and celebrate summer the right way, knowing full well that would probably never happen.
And then, nothing. And as with all names and faces, they started growing distant. We kept in touch every now and then, but Sam, Everett and Josslyn all went on with their lives. I did too.
That was until a few years ago, when we all turned 30.
By then, Sam was about to move out of state. His startup company had gained some traction, and they were moving their main office. He was hitting the big leagues.
Josslyn was planning a move to Scotland. She’d met this guy at the university that she fell head over heels in love with, and the two of them’d had a long-distance relationship for close to a decade.
Everett, well, he’d tried to play the family man. He had a four-year old son and a two-year old girl with a woman who was divorcing him. Oof.
And me? Well, I wasn’t dealing with my aging very well. I’ve had anxiety all my life and haven’t celebrated a birthday since I was 14. I can barely look myself in the mirror, horrified of the possibility of seeing a grey hair. I’m a bit of a hypochondriac, truth be told, and I imagine feeling all kinds of cramps and pains because of my age. And yes, I know 30 isn’t that old. Doesn’t matter.
But that summer, Everett sent us a message out of nowhere. His family was selling the cabin, and he figured one more trip down memory lane would do us all some good. The whole area was being sold off to a logging company at the end of summer. Personally, I just think the divorce was getting to him.
At first, I wasn’t going to accept. But after seeing both Sam and Josslyn agreeing to come, I couldn’t say no. Maybe it would distract me from turning 30.
So one sunny day in late June I drove down from Morgantown back home to Juniper (WV), not knowing what to expect. I figured I might get a nice weekend out of it.
And as I met up with Sam and Everett, it was as if nothing had changed. They hugged me. We laughed, we joked around, and we laughed some more. Everett had rented us mountain bikes. I got the blue one.
Sure, they looked a bit different. Sam had put on a few pounds and had a thick pair of glasses. He was already sweating. Everett, who used to have dreadlocks, had this short and neat office-type haircut, and his eyes looked darker. But that was all just appearance; they were the same guys. Same humor, same smiles, same favorite superheroes. Wonderful.
We stopped at the supermarket. I was comparing beef jerky prices when Sam walked up to me.
“Josslyn went on ahead,” he explained. “The roads are all dug up, so we’re taking the tunnel.”
“The Rosewater tunnel? By the railroad?” I asked.
“Yeah,” nodded Sam. “Shouldn’t take long. Josslyn is already up there.”
Made sense to me. Josslyn was the outdoorsy type. She was probably up there making a fire by rubbing sticks together or something. But just in case, I bought myself a Firestarter. You never know.
And then we were off. Riding bikes with the same people, down the same roads. Sure, it all looked different, but it really wasn’t. After all these years, I was still just me and the guys. For a moment, I felt this surge of optimism; like everything, somehow, might turn out all right.
Everett took point. We followed a trail deep into the pine forest, sweating under the summer sun. The canopy was a blessing, hiding us from the afternoon heat. It took us a bit over an hour to find the railroad tracks. We followed them north. Sam was sweating like he’d never even seen a bike before.
Then we got to the tunnel. The old Rosewater tunnel wasn’t long, but it was old. Everyone knew about it, but it was the kind of place that parents refused to let their kids go near. The place was probably covered in mold. Still, biking through it wouldn’t be a problem. You could feel the draft coming through.
The tunnel had a slight curve to it, so we couldn’t see the other side. Still, Everett took point and howled with joy as he entered. The echo bounced off the walls, reaching into the mountain. Sam followed suit, shrieking just as loud. We dove deep into the dark with the rhythmic thumping of the railroad tracks beneath us.
Our bike lights shone as bright as they could, but the tunnel swallowed them. It was getting colder and colder, almost to the point of my breath showing. Little dust particles danced in the weak light. The sound of spinning bike chains and thumping wheels echoed, and the air tasted like old moisture.
Suddenly, Everett stopped. Then Sam. And soon, I could see why.
We were in the middle of the tunnel, and there was something covering the ground.
We were all standing there dumbfounded. Snow? In late June? That didn’t make a lick of sense.
“That’s just weird,” said Sam. “Let’s keep going.”
“Wait,” said Everett.
He stepped off his bike and walked around for a bit. I leaned against my handlebar, feeling the weight of my backpack. I hadn’t even noticed how out of breath I was. Everett leaned down, looking at the snow.
“What’s up?” Sam asked. “We going?”
“Yeah, yeah,” nodded Everett. “It’s just… I dunno.”
“Like… where’re the tracks?”
“You’re sitting on ‘em” I added. “What’s the deal?”
“No, Josslyn’s tracks.”
Now I could definitely see my own breath. And Everett was right, the snow was undisturbed. Josslyn couldn’t have come through there, unless the snow had recently settled. But what, an inch and a half of powder snow in late June, in less than a day? Nah.
Everett got back on his bike.
“Let’s just keep going.”
We biked through the snow. About ten minutes later, we got to the edge of the tunnel.
It’d collapsed in on itself.
The ceiling had caved in and filled the entire tunnel with a steep slant of solid rock chunks. It didn’t look recent either.
We just turned around. There was no reason for us to keep pushing forward, so we decided to just go back out and follow the (if somewhat broken) main road instead. We had bikes, we could go pretty much anywhere. Still, I couldn’t help but notice how Everett seemed a bit distraught. We all were.
On our way back through the snow, I got the sense that something was off, but I couldn’t put my finger on what. But right then and there, I was just happy we were leaving.
Except we didn’t get far.
The path we came in through had also collapsed.
“Did we make a… a wrong turn?” Sam asked. “I thought this… this was just a straight line.”
“It is,” said Everett. “This, uh… this doesn’t make sense.”
“I didn’t hear anything,” I gasped. “I didn’t hear a goddamn thing.”
“This is old. There’s dust. It didn’t just collapse, this is… ,” insisted Everett.
“So we must’ve gotten turned around somewhere,” smiled Sam. “So we backtrack.”
It took us about 45 minutes to move from one end of the tunnel to the other; but both ends were definitely collapsed. How we entered in the first place was mind boggling. It didn’t make sense.
At some point, we just stopped. We stepped off our bikes and sat down. Sam used his phone as a flashlight, illuminating the dancing dust particles. The air tasted stale.
“No bars,” Sam said. “Tunnels suck.”
“It doesn’t make sense!” groaned Everett. “We got in, we can get out!”
“How?!” I asked, throwing my arms out. “I’m not seeing any exits! It… it fell!”
“That’s impossible!” spat Everett. “There would be a… a goddamn ear-bursting pressure! There’d be so much dust we… we wouldn’t be able to breathe! And there wouldn’t be goddamn snow all over the ground!”
We tried to get our phones to work. We tried moving the rocks, but the thick moisture in the air had frozen; making them all stick together like bricks and mortar. There was no way.
We wasted hours, and the temperature just kept dropping. I’d started shivering, and Sam’s breath had frozen into little icicles in his beard. Everett paced back and forth, trying to come up with a plan.
The snow was either expanding, or we kept coming back to it. Either way, it was everywhere. And the temperature kept dropping; fast.
At one point, that strange feeling in my stomach came back to me. I removed my bike light and used it as a torch. I noticed something in the snow.
I could see our tracks. Both from our bikes, and our shoes. But there was something else; a slight impression. Two thin parallel lines, running next to the wall. They twisted and turned at times, but I couldn’t make out what it was supposed to be. I called Sam and Everett over to help me, but we suddenly got distracted.
Somewhere deep in the tunnel, I heard something.
“You should be helping me.”
It came from further in. Without a doubt in my mind, and after all these years, I could still recognize Josslyn’s voice. We tried to pinpoint where it came from, but the tunnel made it impossible.
“Joss?” Sam called out. “Joss, you there?”
Nothing. We looked at one another. It took Everett a few moments to even attempt to accept this.
“Joss!” Everett finally called out “Josslyn!”
We looked for her. I could feel myself growing more desperate as the air got colder. My teeth had started to chatter, and no amount of rubbing my arms changed a thing. My hairs were standing at attention, as if listening for warmth.
Sam and Everett kept calling out to her, but we got no response. And all over the snow I kept seeing these two parallel lines, just barely scraping the top of the snow. Either they’d been there for a while, or whatever was making them were something extraordinarily light. But there was no way of telling where it came from.
I have no idea how many hours we spent walking up and down that freezing tunnel. At some point, we all gathered in a circle and wrapped ourselves in sleeping bags. I tried to use my Firestarter, but we didn’t have much to burn. We piled up some of our extra clothes and spent the better part of an hour setting it on fire. It burned for less than ten minutes.
At some point, we just stopped trying. Our hands were raw, and I started having cold sweats. We’d turned off the lights to save on battery, but my restless eyes kept moving. I could feel myself going cross-eyed, my mind confused by the pressing dark.
There was too much ground to cover. There might be some side tunnel that we might’ve missed, but we were losing hope. I didn’t know what to make of it. Sam and Everett had gone through several cycles of arguing, making a desperate effort, being anxiously hopeful, and then back to arguing. Now they were just quiet.
I would’ve preferred an argument.
“You… should be helping me.”
We all looked up. It was distant, but not as distant as last time. I could hear Sam shuffling as he got up. He called out to Josslyn again and again, but there was no response. Sam was growing more and more desperate, and his screams got louder. At some point, he stopped calling out to her; he just screamed.
The arguing started again as Everett tried to shut him up. But I heard something. I looked up, concentrating on the sound. There was a slight reverb, like the sound bouncing off something metallic.
I put my bike light back on and looked up, letting the bright cone answer my question.
There were drainpipes running along the ceiling of the tunnel.
“Some… some kind of drainage, or a run-off,” said Sam, looking up. “That’s gotta… wait. This wasn’t at the entrance.”
“So it started further in,” I said. “Maybe there’s a maintenance area.”
At that, Everett got up.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Yeah, that makes, uh… that makes sense.”
We followed the pipes, and I couldn’t help but notice that the parallel lines in the snow that seemed to be going the same way. They were roughly following the way the pipes were running in the ceiling. Sam and Everett didn’t seem to notice.
“There might be another way out,” said Sam. “Like a… maintenance entrance.”
“Yeah,” agreed Everett. “They can’t have people running in and out of here when the trains are coming, right?”
My stomach turned. The stress was getting to me. I wasn’t usually the quiet one of the group, but crawling around in the dark just weighed my entire mind down. It wasn’t supposed to be cold. It wasn’t supposed to be dark. We were supposed to be making hot dogs by the cabin.
There was a faint tapping sound. Something banging against the pipes, somewhere up ahead. Sam and Everett pushed forward.
And there it was. A maintenance door.
We all got excited. We ran up to it, and the moment Sam put his hands on the handle, I shouted at them to stop.
They just looked at me, barely illuminated by our combined electronics. I could see the parallel lines running in the snow leading into the maintenance door. I pointed it out to Sam and Everett, who didn’t pay it no mind. Sam thought it was water drops from condensation. Everett didn’t care.
It couldn’t be water drops. It was too cold, and too consistent. Something in me screamed at me to just… not go further. This was bad.
But the door flung open, and we stepped inside.
There was an awful smell in the air. Chemicals; mostly ammonia. It took some time getting used to, but we pushed on. There was a small corridor leading us further in, branching into maintenance tunnels that were so small that we had to move sideways to fit.
We explored, as a group. We couldn’t find an obvious way out, but we could make an educated guess. We just had to find a way that pointed us either straight forward, or straight back; following the curvature of the Rosewater tunnel.
At one point, we hit a dead end. As we turned back, I was suddenly first in line. Then we heard it again.
“You should… be helping me.”
This time it was just down the hall. It was so close it chilled me more than my freezing breath. And for a split second, I could swear I saw something move just at the edge of the light. Something that retreated into the dark with a rhythmic sound. And it was leaving behind those strange parallel lines in the frost-covered floor.
We got back to one of the maintenance hubs. The drainpipes coalesced, leading us further in. We stopped for a while, as Sam was out of batteries.
“They will come looking for us,” said Sam. “We should just go back and wait.”
“We’ll freeze,” I said. “It’s absurd, but we’ll freeze.”
“She’s right,” agreed Everett. “We… we gotta push.”
“Then I go second. I don’t have a light.”
And as we turned around, there was Josslyn.
We could barely make out her shape at first. She looked taller, and her hair clung to her face like she’d crawled out of a cold bath. She just stood there, barely keeping herself upright. Sam and I stood there in shock, but Everett burst into action. He sprinted forward towards her.
In a whiplash-like motion, Josslyn was pulled back into the dark. She didn’t make a sound.
I noticed two things.
One, that her legs didn’t move.
And two, that her feet barely touched the ground; leaving parallel lines in the frosted floor.
Everett rushed after her, screaming her name over and over like a desperate parrot. I was right behind him, and Sam was trying his best to keep up. We ran, seeing whiffs of her hair disappear further and further into the darkness. She was moving, fast, and we could barely keep up. Just seconds later, as we came to a four-way junction, she was gone.
Everett fell to his knees, panting. I stopped short of tripping over him.
“She… she’s here,” Everett panted. “S-something’s wrong.”
I spat and tried to stay in motion to keep my sweat from freezing. The salt stung my eyes.
“Why… why is she doing this?” he asked. “What’s going on?”
“Wait,” I said.
I turned around.
We backtracked. We tried to mentally map those labyrinthian halls, but we just came up with dead end after dead end. Sam was gone. Disappeared into the dark.
And somewhere, far ahead, we could hear something again.
“Yooooouu~ should be… helping me.”
But this time, in Sam’s voice.
Sam’s broken, drawling, drawn-out half-voice. It made the drainpipes reverberate, shaking with excitement.
This time, we turned the other way. We couldn’t keep getting pulled further and further in. We made a silent agreement that whatever was in there was something we didn’t want to see. We had to keep going, and once we got out, we could help.
“We… we have to follow the pipes,” said Everett. “They have to lead outside at some point!”
“Or they’ll just… just lead us further in!”
“We can’t keep running in circles! We pick a path, and we stick to it!”
He grabbed my shoulders. Even with barely functioning light, I could see the panicked size of his pupils. I nodded. Whatever it took for us to stick together.
We must’ve walked for hours. And finally, it opened up into another junction. This one with only two adjoining corridors. But by now, we’d moved around so much there was no way to tell what was north, south, or in-between. We could only guess.
“You pick,” said Everett.
And I did.
We followed one of the halls, and I could hear my footsteps growing louder. The echo was increasing. Moments later, the halls opened into a kind of hub area where all the drainpipes coalesced. It was much large than expected, with solid concrete walls and floors. Dozens of pipes lead us here.
Everett was about to rush forward when I put a hand on his shoulder. I looked around for a bit, but he brushed me off and kept going.
“Wait!” I called out, pointing.
There was something up ahead.
It was impossible not to recognize Sam. His body hanging limp, inches off the ground like a stringed-up puppet.
His skin white as snow, with icicles hanging from his beard and hair. He didn’t move.
“You shooooould… be helping me,” his body groaned, without ever moving his mouth.
The shadows behind him moved.
The very dark of the room; it moved.
And at that moment, I realized there was something oil-slick and dark slithering along the pipes; holding Sam up like a ventriloquist dummy.
“Sssssshould. Sssssshould be.”
I could see Josslyn’s bike, snapped in half and thrown into a corner. Strange flowers grew along the edge of the wall; like little sunflowers, frozen and blue.
I could see Josslyn’s backpack torn open and thrown across the floor. The hot dogs, trampled and abandoned. And there at the very edge of my light, I could see Josslyn’s frozen hair splayed across the concrete in a pool of frozen blood.
Unnatural hands crawled across the drainpipes, causing a rhythmic thumping. And just as the horror of this vision sunk into me, my mind exploded into panic. It was like watching through my eyes like a passenger, surrendering completely to whatever power would get me out of there. My mind lit up the world with fear, as a real and tangible threat started coming our way; and it was dragging Sam along.
I bolted back out the door. Something was right behind me, but I didn’t know if it was Everett or… that Sam-thing. I didn’t care. I didn’t care the slightest.
I turned a quick corner. Everett followed. The Sam-thing couldn’t keep up, and whatever held him just tossed him aside. I could hear his body shattering like a gypsum statue; his body frozen solid.
Another corner. A quick turn.
I tripped on my own feet. I fell, and Everett fell right after me. We ended up on our sides, lying face-to-face. Something in my elbow broke, and I couldn’t get up.
Then, Everett stopped. I did too. I held my breath, waiting for whatever pain there was to come. Everett looked at me, slack jawed.
His breathing stopped. A long mosquito-like appendage had extended down from the drainpipes, piercing the back of his skull, like popping a water balloon. It was sucking out his warmth, making his skin lose its color. Eyes sinking into his skull, freezing. Nails and tongue turning black. Skin cracking like porcelain. Membranes shriveling into nothing but dry meat.
“Yooooooou~ “ it started. “… yoooOoou… heEeeeeEelping me. Help. Helping meeeee.”
I couldn’t look away.
But as my light dwindled, all that was left was the cold of his touch, and his words; frozen in time.
“Shhhh… shhhhoooOo… should be. Be. Be.”
As my light went out, all that was left was one desperate plea. And for a moment, it sounded just like him.
“Helping me. Helping. Helping me. Helping… me.”
I must’ve stayed there for hours, growing colder by the minute. I just lay there, listening to him slowly learning how to talk with Everett’s body. My tears had frozen my eyelids shut, and my shivers had subsided to a deep throbbing pain.
At some point, Everett was lifted off the floor. And as a cold spike poked against my skin, I realized I could barely feel it. I was too cold.
The creature must’ve thought the same thing, as it left me there. I had no warmth left for it to feast on.
I was no longer interesting prey. I’d accidentally strained my elbow as I fell, and I could barely feel my legs. Further and further away, I could hear the rhythmic thumping as the creature moved along the drainpipes. The pleas of what remained of Everett grew more confident, and distant.
At some point, it wasn’t interested anymore. I fumbled down corridor after corridor, trying to keep my eyes open.
And out of nowhere, the tunnels just seemed to... open up.
On the other side of the Rosewater Tunnel, the light blinded me.
The sun of late June promised me that I was finally safe.
Now, this was all about… five years ago. Law enforcement insist that we were “urban explorers” who messed up. There had been reports of rockslides near the Rosewater Tunnels, and they figured that Sam, Everett and Josslyn got caught in it somewhere deep in the abandoned side tunnels. They didn’t take any other report or indication of wrongdoing seriously. That I had frost burns in late June didn’t seem to bother them.
I’ve been holding off on writing this story as it was technically open for investigation until last September. They finally closed it, officially classifying it as a kind of spelunking expedition gone wrong. They swear they’ve investigated the tunnel, but I have yet to see a single squad car anywhere near it.
I don’t think this is over.
I’ve since left it all behind. The town, the people, the past.
And whatever future I have left, I will cherish.
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2023.03.25 00:08 next3days For anyone looking for something to do this weekend, here's some ideas....
There's a lot going on this weekend and even better the weather forecast looks great with 60s and 70s and only a little rain on Saturday morning.
Here's 35 local events you can enjoy at Virginia Tech, in Blacksburg and throughout the New River Valley: 1. Pink Moon Peach Milkshake IPA Release Moon Hollow Brewing, Blacksburg Friday, March 24, 2023, 3:00 - 10:00 PM Admission is free. Beer and food are regular price.
Moon Hollow Brewing presents the Pink Moon Peach Milkshake IPA Release in support of the local Pink Boots Society. This year’s blend contains Loral, Eukanot and HBC 586. A heaping dose of lactose, peach purée and vanilla bean also help create a rich and delicious brew. $1.00 from each pint is donated the Pink Boots Society Blue Ridge Virginia Chapter. This helps the chapter continue to put on educational, community enriching events. The Pink Boots Society aims to assist, inspire and encourage women and non-binary individuals in the fermented/alcoholic beverage industry to advance their careers through education. Food will be available for purchase from Countryman Jamaican Grill. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685855 2. Root Down in Concert Rising Silo Farm Brewery, Blacksburg Friday, March 24, 2023, 6:00 - 9:00 PM Admission: Free
Root Down is a jazz trio based in the New River Valley. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=684803 3. College Softball: Chattanooga vs. Virginia Tech Tech Softball Park, Virginia Tech Friday, March 24, 2023, 6:00 - 8:00 PM, Saturday, March 25, 2023, 12:00 PM and 2:00 PM (Doubleheader) Admission: Free
Watch the Virginia Tech Softball team compete against non-conference opponent the University of Tennessee Chattanooga in a three game series. No tickets are required for Hokie Softball games. Parking is available behind the outfield at Tech Softball Park and enter along the right field side of the stadium. Stands open one hour prior to the start of the game. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685859 4. Music Theatre: "Book of Mountains and Seas" Moss Arts Center at Virginia Tech, Blacksburg Friday, March 24, 2023, 7:30 - 9:00 PM Adult Tickets (based on seat location): $25.00 - $55.00 Virginia Tech Students with ID and Youth 18 & Under: $10.00
A daring new music theatre work by composer Huang Ruo and puppeteer, designer, and director Basil Twist, "Book of Mountains and Seas" is a modern take on ancient Chinese creation myths that are relevant to our current climate change struggle, featuring the chorus of Ars Nova Copenhagen alongside massive puppets and striking lanterns. The work is sung in Mandarin with English supertitles. Book of Mountains and Seas is inspired by the ancient Chinese compilation of early myths of the same title, which was first transcribed in 4th-century B.C. Book of Mountains and Seas is a 21st-century adaptation and expansion of four of these tales. The work contains timeless codes about the universe, creation, planet, nature, life, human ambition and fate, the relationship and interaction between mankind and the planet. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=678174 5. Will Easter & The Nomads in Concert Dogtown Roadhouse, Floyd Friday, March 24, 2023, 8:00 - 11:00 PM Admission: $8.00
Will Easter has one of those voices that is like a home-cooked meal for the soul. Will has the cool throwback rock edge of Tom Petty with the modern folk-Americana appeal of the Avett Brothers, but with something hard to put your finger on that could only be born out of the shadows and peaks of the North Carolina mountains. One iteration through a chorus and you’ll find yourself humming along, by the second time around you’ll be singing out loud, ready to hit the repeat button. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=684795 6. Juxtaposition A Cappella Spring 2023 Concert: Time For A Hoedown Haymarket Theater (Squires Student Center), Virginia Tech Friday, March 24, 2023, 8:00 - 9:30 PM Virginia Tech Students: At the Door: $7.00 Non-Students: $10.00
Juxtaposition A Cappella presents their Spring 2023 Concert titled "Time For A Hoedown". Juxtaposition will be performing seven new songs including their entire ICCA set. Juxtaposition is an all-male Virginia Tech A Capella group that was established in 1994 and has since produced seven albums and been awarded numerous awards and honors. They enjoy performing their wide repertoire of 70's, 80's, 90's and current hits. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685879 7. 2023 Ramp N Roads Eastern Elementary/Middle School, Pembroke Saturday, March 25, 2023, 8:30 AM - 12:30 PM Admission: Free
Renew the New presents the 2023 Ramp N Roads where volunteers will be cleaning up litter from highways and byways, boat ramps, and river & stream access points. Be prepared to pick up litter off road in ditches and over the banks. Each volunteer will be assigned a team who will be led by captain when they arrive at Eastern Elementary/Middle School. These captains will lead the on-site clean up and will provide any needed safety instructions. There will be no buses running this year. Each volunteer will take their own car or carpool and convoy to one of the planned cleanup areas. There you will be given gloves and bags to use. Each volunteer is asked to return to Eastern Elementary at noon where they will receive pizza for a to-go lunch and a t-shirt. Volunteers need to sign up in advance. This is a rain or shine event however pick up along roadways will be suspended during active rain if it happens. ReNew The New is a volunteer organization committed to stewardship of the of the New River flowing through Southwest Virginia. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685871 8. Yoga On Tap with Blacksburg Yoga Collective Rising Silo Farm Brewery, Blacksburg Saturday, March 25, 2023, 9:30 - 10:45 AM Suggested donation of $15.00-$20.00.
The Blacksburg Yoga Collective presents Yoga On Tap with an energizing and uplifting flow. Flow with Blacksburg Yoga Collective in the beautiful settings of the Rising Silo Saturdays. These Kundalini-inspired, donation-based Yoga and meditation sessions focus on therapeutic movements and various breathing techniques aimed toward collective wellness. Meditate, chant, and move together to ease stress, manifest positivity, and improve our awareness and focus. Admission includes the class and a post-yoga non-alcoholic beverage from the brewery. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685840 9. 2023 Warm Hearth Village Arts & Crafts Fair Warm Hearth Village Center, Blacksburg Saturday, March 25, 2023, 10:00 AM - 5:00 PM Admission: Free
If you love unique, beautiful, locally handcrafted gifts and art, then attend the 2nd Annual Warm Hearth Village Arts & Crafts Fair. The show will feature high-quality artisanal goods from both artists on our campus and throughout the New River Valley. Handmade items for sale will include pottery, woodworking, home goods, accessories, soaps, candles & more. The Huckleberry Cafe will be open for grab-n-go refreshments. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=683666 10. Free Wine Tasting Vintage Cellar, Blacksburg Saturday, March 25, 2023, 11:00 AM - 4:00 PM Admission: Free
Vintage Cellar presents Free Wine Tasting every Saturday from 11:00 AM to 4:00 PM. Join them for a decadent wine tasting at our free wine tasting. They will teach you all about the regions and grapes from the wines as you taste. After the tasing, grab a bottle or glass and enjoy it with some food from their kitchen. Must be 21 or older to participate. IDs required. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685724 11. Open Virginia Tech Football Practice Lane Stadium, Blacksburg Saturday, March 25, 2023, 11:45 AM - 1:00 PM Admission: Free
Fans are invited to attend the open practice to get an early look at how the Hokie's 2023 football squad is shaping up. Gate 6 will open up at 11:45 AM for fans to enter. Note: It is prohibited for fans to take photos and videos when the Hokies are on the field. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685711 12. 2023 Beliveau Bridal Expo Beliveau Farm Winery, Blacksburg Saturday, March 25, 2023, 12:00 - 4:00 PM Admission: Free
Bring your friends and family and visit with the area's leading wedding professionals on display to plan your perfect wedding in an elegant venue. Wedding vendors such as florists, musicians, photographers, bakeries and more will set up in our Great Hall to talk to you about their services. This is a great opportunity to meet many of the vendors in one afternoon. Food and wine will be available to purchase throughout the entire event. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=684117 13. Women's Lacrosse: Boston College vs. Virginia Tech Thompson Field, Virginia Tech Saturday, March 25, 2023, 12:00 - 2:00 PM Admission: Free
Watch the Virginia Tech Women's Lacrosse compete against ACC conference opponent and #7 ranked Boston College. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=684297 14. Program: Vegetable Gardening Meadowbrook Public Library, Shawsville Saturday, March 25, 2023, 1:00 - 2:00 PM Admission: Free
Want to grow your own vegetables, but aren’t sure where to start? Join Dr. Emma Patterson, VCE Volunteer Master Gardener, to find out more about planning a vegetable garden, caring for it, and keeping it going through year’s end. Free seeds and soil testing kits will be provided. For ages 12 and up. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685348 15. 2023 Oyster Dinner Drive-Thru Riner Volunteer Fire Department, Riner Saturday, March 25, 2023, 2:00 - 6:00 PM Admission: $15.00
The Riner Volunteer Fire Department presents their Annual Oyster Dinner Drive-Thru featuring fried oysters, baked beans, slaw and dessert. Tickets can be purchased in advanced at Eagle Express, Riner Food Center and Village Barber Shop. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685387 16. Delta Chi's Into the Wild Benefit Concert featuring Audio Fever and The Red Ferns The Milk Parlor, Blacksburg Saturday, March 25, 2023, 2:00 - 5:00 PM Ages 21 & Over: $9.00, Ages 20 & Under: $12.00
The Delta Chi Fraternity at Virginia Tech presents their Into the Wild Benefit Concert featuring music from Audio Fever and The Red Ferns. Proceeds from ticket sales will go towards the V Foundation for Cancer Research. The Red Ferns is a groovy guitar band based in Blacksburg and Audio Fever is a Blacksburg based band as well. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685882 17. March Flashlight Tour St. Albans, Radford Saturday, March 25, 2023, 5:30 - 7:30 PM Admission: $15.00
Join St. Abans for their March 2023 Flashlight Tour which includes a little history and paranormal in one. This is a guided tour. Take a walk through the dark halls of St. Albans Sanatorium and join them for a flashlight tour of the building. Hear all the chilling tales of what paranormal investigators, and the public, have encountered within these 120 year old walls. A little bit of history, a little bit of paranormal. Tickets are available online in advance and will be sold at the door provided tickets are still available. Comfortable shoes and a flashlight are recommended as there will be lots of walking and many dark areas. Dress accordingly as the building is not climate controlled. You must be 18 years of age (16 if accompanied by a parent or legal guardian). Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685883 18. March's Beans and Banjos (Final Event) Meadowbrook Public Library, Shawsville Saturday, March 25, 2023, 6:00 - 8:00 PM Admission: $5.00 requested donation
The Shawsville Ruritans and The LINC Letter presents March's Beans and Banjos and the final event of this series. Nothing lasts forever, not even Beans and Banjos. March's Beans and Banjos will be the last. Instead of having a couple of bands the organizers are inviting everyone who's ever played or sung at Beans and Banjos to come out and jam to play Beans and Banjos out in style. Beans and Banjos has been going for at least 14 years. Enjoy a dinner of beans, cornbread and desserts. Organizers ask for a donation of at least $5.00 to help keep the LINC Letter publishing. The LINC Letter is the non-profit community newsletter for Eastern Montgomery and is distributed to residents of Alleghany, Elliston, Ironto, Lafayette and Shawsville, Virginia. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685325 19. Amelia Empson in Concert Rising Silo Farm Brewery, Blacksburg Saturday, March 25, 2023, 6:00 - 9:00 PM Admission: Free
Amelia Empson plays a variety of Indie-Folk and Americana covers and originals from the Appalachian Mountains with talent far beyond her years. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=684804 20. Salsa Night 2023 Beliveau Farm Winery, Blacksburg Saturday, March 25, 2023, 7:00 - 11:00 PM Advance Tickets: $12.00, At the Door: $15.00
Join Beliveau Farm Winery for a dancing experience with your loved one, group of friends, or come single; you are bound to have a good time no matter what. Lessons begin at 7:00 PM and the event lasts until 11:00 PM. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685126 21. 2023 March of Ales Mardi Gras Celebration German Club Manor, Virginia Tech Saturday, March 25, 2023, 7:00 PM - 12:00 AM Admission: $50.00
The Blacksburg Junior Women's Club (BJWC) presents the 2023 March of Ales Mardi Gras Celebration featuring unique beers for tasting, along with wine and a signature cocktail. Coffee, water, lemonade, hors d’oeuvres and desserts will also be available. Guests will enjoy entertainment by a DJ, dancing, and a live and silent auction. The auctions feature an extraordinary variety of items donated by local businesses and individuals. At the end of the evening, discounted Uber service will be available to guests. Tickets will be available for purchase at the door if the event is not sold out in advance. All money raised at March of Ales is used to fund service projects and donations throughout the year. The funds have benefitted groups and causes such as Special Olympics, Salvation Army, Ronald McDonald House, Montgomery County Christmas Store and many others. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685695 22. WUVT's Jazz Night with Copy Cat Syndrome and Yung LZRD Odd Fellows Building Lodge #20 (Wilson Avenue), Blacksburg Saturday, March 25, 2023, 7:00 - 10:00 PM Admission: $6.00
Join WUVT for a night filled with the sweetest jazz melodies provided by Copy Cat Syndrome and Yung LZRD. Copy Cat Syndrome is a fusion trio performing jazz based in Blacksburg, VA. LZRD is a jazz band from Blacksburg, VA. Entrance to this event is ticket only (sold online) with a maximum of 50 being sold. Doors open at 6:00 PM and the music starts at 7:00 PM. WUVT-FM 90.7 Blacksburg is the New River Valley's only source for independent, alternative programming. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685887 23. TechNotes Spring 2023 Concert: TechNotes Lightnin’: Feeling the 50s Haymarket Theater (Squires Student Center), Virginia Tech Saturday, March 25, 2023, 7:00 - 8:30 PM Advance Tickets: $5.00, At the Door: $7.00
TechNotes presents their Spring 2023 Concert titled "TechNotes Lightnin’: Feeling the 50s". Enjoy a night full of new songs and old TechNotes favorites and chances to win epic raffle prizes. TechNotes is a co-ed A Cappella group at Virginia Tech that performs at various events throughout the year. TechNotes was founded in 2010. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685878 24. Caroline Owens & Company in Concert Floyd Country Store, Floyd Saturday, March 25, 2023, 7:00 - 10:00 PM General Admission: $15.00, Reserved Seating: $20.00
Caroline Owens is a 2X IBMA nominated Bluegrass and Gospel artist. She has performed alongside many of her heroes such as Alison Krauss, Suzanne Cox, The Isaacs, Larry Gatlin, Darin & Brooke Aldridge, Lorraine Jordan and many others. And, has made quite a name for herself in the North Carolina bluegrass community. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685713 25. Hoppie Vaughan & The Ministers of Soul in Concert The Floyd Center for the Arts, Floyd Saturday, March 25, 2023, 7:30 - 9:30 PM General Public: $15.00, Students: $10.00
Don't miss your chance to see the long awaited return of Hoppie Vaughan & The Ministers of Soul. It will be a fun, funky night of soul. The diversely talented Hoppie Vaughan is all about the soul! He is a blue eyed soul singer, song writer, guitar and bass player. Besides performing solo, he is the front man for Hoppie Vaughan and the Ministers of Soul based out of Roanoke, VA performing classic soul, R&B, blues and funk. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685712 26. Three Band Concert with Kenny Vaughan, Sullivan Smith & Stray Lions and Friend of the Three Southpaw Cafe & Community Space, Blacksburg Saturday, March 25, 2023, 7:30 - 10:00 PM Admission: $5.00
Southpaw Cafe & Community Space presents a Three Band Concert with Kenny Vaughan, Sullivan Smith & Stray Lions and Friend of the Three. Friend of the Three is a band based in Virginia that performs adult alternative, pop and rock. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685881 27. Stand-Up Comedy Show Lost In Taste, Christiansburg Saturday, March 25, 2023, 10:00 PM - TBD Admission: $7.00
The Cosmic Comedy Club returns with performances by comedians Sage Delong, Derek Budd, Julia Goyer, Tony Rodriguez, Jermaine Callando and hosted by Andrew Gustafson. Recommended for ages 18 & up. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685853 28. 2023 Hot Diggity Dog Day (Fun for Your Dog) Beliveau Farm Winery, Blacksburg Sunday, March 26, 2023, 12:00 - 6:00 PM Admission: Free
Bring your pup and come have a day at Beliveau Farm Winery annual canine event. There's 165 acres of dog fun for your furrr-ever friend to explore and relax. Fresh air, dog parade, lots of outdoor space. Beliveau will have food and drinks for purchase throughout the day. With every hot-dog sold, they are donating 20% of our proceeds to the Montgomery County Humane Society. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685322 29. Community Quilting Bee: Rotary Cutting Fabric Blacksburg Library, Blacksburg Sunday, March 26, 2023, 1:00 - 3:00 PM Admission: Free
Blacksburg Library presents their monthly Community Quilting Bee with the the topic "Rotary Cutting Fabric". This month atteneeds will learn how to use a rotary cutter and ruler to make accurate fabric pieces. Everyone is welcome including beginners. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685349 30. Book Club: The Winemaker Blacksburg Wine Lab, Blacksburg Sunday, March 26, 2023, 1:00 - 3:00 PM Admission: $40.00
Join the Blacksburg Wine Lab for the Wine Lab Book Club tasting & discussing featuring "The Winemaker" by Noah Gordon. About The Winemaker: Josep Alvarez is a young man in the tiny grape-growing village of Santa Eulália, in northern Spain, where his father grows black grapes that are turned into cheap vinegar. Joseph loves the agricultural life, but he is the second son, and his father’s vineyard will be inherited by his brother Donat, the firstborn. He yearns for a job growing grapes and for an opportunity to marry Teresa Gallego. In Madrid, an assassination plot, conceived against the political leader of Spain by men of wealth and power, creates a storm of intrigue that sucks into its vortex a group of innocent young farm workers in Santa Eulália. How Josep’s life is changed drastically by these events, and how, ironically, they gradually turn him into an inspired vintner with an evolving vision of life, is the fascinating story of "The Winemaker". During the Book Club, enjoy four fantastic Spanish wines to taste. Chef Bryan will create a pairing board of house–made Spanish tapas, cheese and charcuterie to accompany the tasting. Reservations required. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685385 31. Willard Gayheart and Ricky Cox performing "Old Favorite Songs of the Blue Ridge" Floyd United Methodist Church, Floyd Sunday, March 26, 2023, 2:30 - 3:30 PM Admission: Free
The Floyd County Historical Society presents an encore performance of Willard Gayheart and Ricky Cox performing "Old Favorite Songs of the Blue Ridge. Ricky Cox’s friendship with Willard Gayheart also goes back 35 years. This shows in the programs they present together, harmonizing and appreciating one another’s contributions as they delight their audiences. Willard is a pencil artist from Southwest Virginia. He is originally from Eastern Kentucky, working mostly from the theme "Nostalgic Glimpses of the Appalachians". His works are positive images of Appalachian Culture, presenting the region as a place alive with interesting personalities. Besides his artistic talent with the pencil, Willard is also an accomplished bluegrass musician having played as a member of the bluegrass band The Highlanders. Ricky Cox has been entertaining and educating many of us for decades. Throughout his teaching career at Radford University he shared the history and culture of our region through his music and writing, earning a number of special recognitions along the way. Ricky contributed his photographic talents to the second of two books featuring Willard Gayheart’s drawings. Note: The event was originally scheduled for Sunday, March 12th, but had to be postponed due to inclement weather. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685328 32. Blacksburg Community Band Spring Concert Blacksburg High School Auditorium, Blacksburg Sunday, March 26, 2023, 3:00 - 4:00 PM Admission: Free
The Blacksburg Community Band presents their Spring Concert conducted by David McKee and Associate Conductor, Dean Chiapetto. Christiansburg High School's band director, David Miller, will be guest conducting. Jefferson Ritchie will solo on trombone. The Blacksburg Community Band, Inc. is an all-volunteer community organization formed in 1989 under the auspices of the Department of Parks and Recreation in the Town of Blacksburg. The ensemble is open to individuals of all ages and ability levels from the New River Valley and surrounding areas. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685314 33. Helping Hands Fundraiser with Spaghetti Dinner and Live Music Belview United Methodist Church, Radford Sunday, March 26, 2023, 4:30 - 7:30 PM Donations Appreciated
Join Belview United Methodist Church for some fun and great fellowship all while helping support a wonderful mission. Help them fund their Helping Hands Pantry by enjoying a spaghetti dinner starting at 4:30 PM, silent auction, raffle and live music from Eddie & Sherry Richards and Spoken For beginning at 6 PM. Belview's Helping Hands Pantry supplies clothes, personal care items, cleaning items and household items to those in need in Montgomery County, Radford, Dublin, Giles County and Pulaski and other surrounding areas. The Silent Auction starts at 1:30 PM and ends at 7:30 PM with over 40 items to bid on. There are over $2,000 in prizes for the raffle. Raffle tickets are $5.00 each, $10.00 for three or $20.00 for seven. Donate a pack of diapers, pull-ups or Depends and get three free raffle tickets on the day of the event. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685880 34. Indian Run Stringband in Concert Palisades Restaurant, Eggleston Sunday, March 26, 2023, 5:00 - 7:30 PM Admission: Free
The Indian Run Stringband from Blacksburg, VA plays fiddle and banjo foot stomping dance tunes and sings traditional songs with old time harmonies perfect for dancing the two step. From dance tunes to the blues, the Indian Run Stringband plays with love and abandon. They make old-time music fresh and new. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685310 35. Virginia Tech Percussion Ensemble in Concert with Guest Artist Michael Burritt Moss Arts Center at Virginia Tech, Blacksburg Sunday, March 26, 2023, 6:00 - 7:30 PM General Public: $15.00, Seniors: $12.00, Students & Youth: $10.00
The Virginia Tech Percussion Ensemble, under the direction of Annie Stevens, performs a concert with guest artist Michael Burritt who is one of his generation’s leading percussionists. He is in frequent demand, performing concert tours and master classes throughout the United States, Europe, Asia, Australia and Canada. He has been soloist with the United States Air Force Band, Dallas Wind Symphony, Omaha Symphony, Chautauqua Symphony Orchestra, Richmond Symphony Orchestra, Ju Percussion Group (Taiwan), Percussion Art Quartet (Germany) and the Amores Percussion Group (Spain). Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685872
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2023.03.24 21:43 shipitoautomarine The Honda Marine True 5 Warranty
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2023.03.24 21:28 76SUP Respect Odin! (Norse Mythology)
The powerful and wise All-Father of the Aesir. In the ancient past, Odin and his brothers slew the primordial giant Ymir and crafted the world from his body. Odin holds many godly roles and constantly wanders the world in search of new knowledge. His ultimate aim is to find a way to prevent the fated Doom of the Gods, Ragnarök.
This thread covers several Norse mythological sources. The two main sources for this thread are the Poetic Edda and the Prose Edda, which provide us in the modern day with the bulk of our current understanding of Norse myth. Several other historical sources were consulted as well. For a full list that also includes which particular translations were used, check the Source List. Note that the source list doesn't include everything I went through, just what I ended up pulling quotes from. This thread is focused specifically on Norse stories, nothing else.
All feats are cited within Pastebin. Occasionally, Odin is referred to by different names (such as Gautr or Hnikarr) or by a different spelling (such as Óðinn).
- Odin's genealogy is... interesting. He's the son of Bor and the jötunn Bestla, daughter of Bölthorn. Bor was the son of Buri, a man who mysteriously appeared out of a block of salty ice that was licked away by the primeval cow Audhumla. No mother is named, so it seems Buri reproduced asexually somehow.
- Odin is the highest and most ancient of the Aesir. Mighty though the other gods are, they submit to him. He has many names, and is known as the father of the slain, the the god of the hanged, the god of prisoners, and the god of cargoes.
- By many names, I mean many.
- The entire Aesir race of gods is descended from Odin and his wife Frigg. That is why Odin is called All-father.
- Odin is the foremost of the Aesir.
- The Aesir age like other beings do, but they can eat the goddess Idunn's apples to stay young; without these apples, they will soon grow old and grey, which happened when Idunn was kidnapped temporarily. (Similarly told later in the Prose Edda.)
- Despite the endless food available in Valhalla, Odin himself requires none to live, only wine.
- Before the Earth was created, there was a vast gap named Ginnungagap, a cold world named Niflheim in the north, and a hot world named Muspell in the south. When the frost of Niflheim met with the blowing warmth of Muspell, it created water from which the frost giant Ymir was born.
- Together, Odin and his brothers Vili and Ve killed Ymir and used his body parts to create the world. The earth was made out of his flesh and bones, the sea was made out of his blood, and the sky was made from his skull and held up by four dwarves. They also created the stars by taking molten sparks from Muspell and fixing them in the sky. Some were set to stay in place, while others were given courses to follow.
- Night and day was created when Odin gave two beings (called Night and Day) chariots and horses and had them ride around the earth every twenty-four hours. The Sun and Moon are also both beings that were given a role like this, though multiple gods set them in place, and they're constantly being chased by two wolves.
- Odin and his brothers creating the world is similarly told in the Poetic Edda, in the poem Völuspá.
- Odin and his brothers came across two logs, which they used to create the first two humans, Ask and Embla. Odin in particular gave them breath and life, while his brothers gave them consciousness, movement, speech, and their senses.
- In the Poetic Edda poem Völuspá, instead of making humans with his two brothers, Odin does it with the lesser known gods Hænir and Lodur. He still is the one to give them breath.
- The gods created dwarves, who had first taken life as maggots in Ymir's flesh. The gods gave them intelligence and the shape of men.
- In the Poetic Edda poem Völuspá, it seems like the gods only create a few dwarves, who then make the others out of the earth, though an alternate version of this poem exists in the Hauksbók manuscript with slightly different wording that suggests the gods made them all from the earth.
- After they all spit into a vat, the Aesir and Vanir created from it a man named Kvasir, who was so wise he could answer any question asked of him.
Sigrdrifa / Brynhild's Wall of Fire
- After striking down the valkyrie Sigrdrifa with sleep, Odin set some kind of blockade of burning fire around or above her, described here in the Poetic Edda poem Fáfnismál as "the terror of the linden" playing above her. Sigurd will eventually have to ride through this fire to awaken her. This story is told in many sources, with details changing between them.
- In the Poetic Edda poem Sigrdrífumál, Sigurd first sees the blockade as "a great light" like a fire burning. When he comes to it, it's a shield-wall with a banner flying over it.
- In the Poetic Edda poem Helreið Brynhildar, the valkyrie's name is instead Brynhild, and he first creates a hall of shields around her, before setting blazing fire high around it which only one warrior (Sigurd) could pass through.
- In Volsunga saga, Sigurd sees a light on a mountain, and when he comes closer, it's a fortress with a banner flying over it, similar to Sigrdrífumál, but the valkyrie inside is Brynhild.
- Later in Volsunga saga, a conflicting scene is given where the same events play out a second time. This time, it's a hall roofed with gold that's surrounded by a burning ring of fire that Sigurd has to ride through to reach Brynhild.
- Here's a quote taken from the introduction of the translation of Volsunga saga I used that explains some of the historical reasons behind the Sigrdrifa-Brynhild discrepancy and the specific case of the conflicting depictions of the wall of flames.
- Slew the giant Sokkmimir, though it's not clear how.
- After the other gods brought Loki's children to him, he threw the serpent Jörmungandr (before it grew giant-sized) into the sea, and threw Hel into Niflheim, though from where he did this is unclear.
- Stabs the sword that would become Gram into a tree.
- Charges against Sigmund, hefting up his spear at him; Sigmund's sword breaks against it; his sword could saw through stone and iron.
- Uses his auger Rati to drill a hole through a mountain; in the Prose Edda, this was done by the giant Baugi, but in Hávamál, it's Odin.
- Threw the giant Thiassi's eyes into the sky, making them two stars; in another source, the Poetic Edda poem Harbardzljod, Thor claims responsibility for this instead.
- Survived hanging himself on the world tree Yggdrasill and wounding himself with his own spear. He hung there for nine long nights without food or water before he fell off. Somehow, he learned runes from this.
- Survived being tortured and made to sit between two hot fires for eight nights straight, only given one drink the entire time.
- While shapeshifted into a hawk, has his tailfeathers cut off by King Heidrek wielding Tyrfing and still manages to fly off. This is why hawks have short tailfeathers; No man or animal can survive a wound from Tyrfing for more than a day, no matter how small, and yet Odin's fine after this. Probably because it wasn't really a "wound" per se.
- During Ragnarök, Odin will fight against, but die to the wolf Fenrir after it swallows him. Fenrir is large enough that, when it opens its jaws, one will touch the sky and the other the earth, and there'll be no more room for it to open further. (Similarly told in Völuspá)
With Other Gods
- Assisted the other Aesir in restraining Fenrir, which involved tying him up to a large stone slab, fastening that slab deep into the ground, then thrusting another large stone into the ground as an anchoring-peg. Odin's exact contributions are never stated, however. For reference, Fenrir was able to break out of fetters the Aesir had created and was only successfully tied by a magic one created by dwarves.
- Assisted the other Aesir in restraining Loki, which involved first trying to catch him with a heavily weighted net, then taking three stone slabs, knocking a hole in each, and tying him to those slabs with the guts of his son Narfi, which somehow turned to iron afterward. Again, Odin's exact contributions aren't stated. For reference, Loki is able to shake the entire earth by moving.
- Together, the Aesir are able to kill the giant Thiassi after he follows Loki into Asgard; Thor claims to be the one who made the kill in the poem Harbardzljod, while Loki seems to take credit in the poem Lokasenna.
- Claims to know eighteen spells. These serve a variety of uses, like blunting his enemy's weapons, freeing himself from bonds, slowing projectiles, redirecting harmful spells back to their caster, putting out burning flames, calming harsh waves, granting safety to friends in battle, resurrecting the dead, making women like him, and others.
- Claims to have learned nine spells from an unnamed maternal uncle; it's unclear if these nine are part of the eighteen he mentions above.
- Resurrects a seeress so he can interrogate her, presumably using the spell he mentioned that could raise the dead.
- It's never really said if Odin can teleport or not, but he pretty frequently appears and disappears without explanation.
- Disappears from King Geirrod's torture chamber.
- After Dag sacrifices to Odin for revenge, Odin appears to him and lends him his spear Gungnir.
- After Sinfjotli dies, a mysterious ferryman shows up (likely Odin) who takes his body, then vanishes.
- Appears during a battle between Sigmund and Eylimi's forces and breaks Sigmund's sword. He's not mentioned again after that.
- Shows up in the forest one day to lead Sigurd to the horse Grani, then disappears.
- Shows up to give Sigurd some advice, telling him to dig more ditches so that Fafnir's blood doesn't get on him, and then disappears again.
- Shows up and tells King Jormunrekk and his men about Hamdir and Sorli's weakness, which he knows about somehow.
- After Gestumblindi sacrifices to him, shows up to swap places with him for a riddle contest.
- Randomly shows up and makes a deal with Geirhild to help her win King Alrek. He marries her soon after, but has to choose between his two wives after a while. He makes them compete in an ale-making contest. After Geirhild calls on him, he shows up and spits in her yeast, somehow making the ale good.
- After getting a ride from Sigurd, disappears after his boat comes to land. (Similarly told in Norna-Gests þáttr.)
- In a story that is repeated in many sources, the hero Sigurd is out sailing when his ship encounters a powerful storm. A man on a nearby cliff calls out for a ride, who is secretly Odin, and when he comes aboard the storm immediately subsides. Though it's not stated he calmed the storm in this telling, from the Poetic Edda poem Reginsmál, other tellings are more/less explicit about it.
- In Volsunga saga, the same scene occurs, but Odin's involvement in the bad weather immediately improving again isn't explicitly laid out.
- In Norna-Gests þáttr, the scene once again pops up, and this time the storm is a magical one created by the sons of Hunding. When Odin comes aboard the ship, the weather falls and a "favorable breeze" springs up.
- Before King Gylfi comes to Asgard, the Aesir prepare "deceptive appearances" for him. When he arrives, he comes across a vast hall, and after entering, Gylfi is brought to meet three men called High, Just-as-High, and Third.; later on, it's mentioned that Odin also goes by those three names; at the end of their meeting, the hall vanishes, and Gylfi finds himself in an open field. It appears that an illusion was created here, and the three men Gylfi were talking to were actually Odin projecting himself somehow.
- After riding for a while, King Hrolf and his men come across a farm. The farmer there, named Hrani, offers them hospitality and some weapons for them to use. Hrolf turns him down and his men ride off. When they turn back, both farm and farmer are gone, and they suspect it was Odin in disguise.
- Odin is said to give gold to the deserving, to have given Hermod his armor and Sigurd his sword, victory and riches to some, eloquence to many, common sense to the living, following winds to sailors, turns of phrase to poets, and manliness to many a fighter.
- After King Geirrod captures and tortures Odin, his son Agnar helps Odin by giving him a drink. In return, Odin blesses him. Later on, Geirrod slips and falls on his own sword, killing himself accidentally. Agnar takes the throne and reigns as king for a long time after.
- After Dag sacrifices to Odin for revenge, Odin appears to him and lends him his spear Gungnir. Dag uses the spear to kill Helgi.
- After King Rerir and his wife pray to the gods for a child, Frigg hears and tells Odin about it. He sends a valkyrie to them with a magic apple. After Rerir eats part of that apple, his wife becomes pregnant. This pregnancy lasts six years, and results in the super strong child Volsung.
- After Gestumblindi sacrifices to him, shows up to swap places with him for a riddle contest.
- In return for her future son Vikar's sacrifice, makes it so that Geirheid is encountered and married by King Alrek, and later helps her keep her position as queen by assisting in an ale-making contest.
- Gives Starkad a number of blessings, while Thor gives him a number of curses.
- Blessed the viking king Framar with invulnerability to swords, though this was overcome seemingly by Ketil's belief in himself and Framar's belief in Odin being shaken. However, it's not exactly all that clear.
- During a battle between the forces of King Sigmund and King Eylimi, Sigmund is doing well until Odin shows up and breaks his sword. After that, the entire tide of battle shifts, with Sigmund's luck leaving him and most of his army being killed.
- After King Heidrek strikes at him with his sword, Odin curses him to be killed by the lowest thralls. This happens not too long after the encounter.
- When time rolls around for Odin to collect on Geirhild's son Vikar (see the last category), what happens is that he and his men are met with strong headwinds and cast wood-chips (a form of fortune-telling) to see what they should do. The omen shows that Odin wants one of the men to be hanged, and when they draw lots, Vikar's comes up.
- In his saga, King Hrolf and his men are victorious in many battles. However, after they encounter a disguised Odin and lose his favor, they belive they wont have victory after that; they're right, as the next battle they get into is their last, and Bodvar Bjarki (one of Hrolf's men) suspects Odin's involvement.
- Loki, in his insult session against the gods in the Poetic Edda poem Lokasenna, accuses Odin of practicing the type of magic known as seid (seiðr), which apparently involves beating on a drum "as seeresses do."
- While disguised as Harbard and flyting with Thor, makes reference to various deeds like fighting as part of an army, seducing witches with love-spells, and bewitching the giant Hlebard. This comes from the Poetic Edda poem Harbardzljod. Many of these events Odin mentions aren't referenced in other sources, and since he's just trading insults with Thor and trying to get under his skin while disguised, it's unclear how true some of these things are.
- Stabs a special sword into a tree and makes it so that only one person (Sigmund) can pull it out.
- It's sometimes said that Odin chooses every day those who die in combat; later in this poem, it's also said that Freyja chooses half the slain.
- Generally, it's said that the norns and valkyries are the ones who decide people's fates / who dies in battle respectively. It could just be that this is attributed to Odin because of his authority over the latter group, who work together with the former group, as explained later in the section on valkyries.
- "Won Rind by spells." Rind is apparently a goddess who Odin had his son Vali with; Vali was "born quickly" and started "killing at only one night old," with his victim being Hod, another of Odin's sons, who had accidentally killed Baldr; similar claims are made in the Poetic Edda poem Baldrs draumar.
- The story here is delivered in pieces, but you can put it together easily. Basically, after Hod accidentally killed Baldr, Odin somehow used magic to rape Rind, with the specific purpose of having her give birth to Vali, so that Vali would kill Hod as revenge for Baldr's death. The story of Rind is covered more in the euhemerized sources.
With Other Gods / General Aesir Magic
- The Aesir have the gift of prophecy. They foresaw King Gylfi coming to Asgard in disguise, and set up "deceptive appearances" for him in advance. It's also said that the Aesir "had the ability to make everything go in accordance with their will," though it's unclear if this is really the case or just people's perception of them.
- When the magician Hler set out to visit Asgard, the Aesir similarly became aware of this and set up "deceptive appearances" for him. Instead of fires, the gods use shining swords as lights at their banquets.
- In one source, the Poetic Edda poem Hymiskviða, the Aesir are mentioned as using twigs for fortunetelling.
- During feasts in Asgard, all the food and utensils serve themselves to the participants.
- Somehow, the Aesir were able to transform Loki's son Vali into a wolf so that he'd maul his brother Narfi to death, and after they bound Loki with Narfi's guts, those guts somehow turned into iron; in the version of this story from the Poetic Edda, Lokasenna, the gods instead tie up Loki with his son Nari's guts, and his other son Narfi just kinda randomly turns into a wolf.
- Odin has a throne called Hlidskialf. When he sat in that throne, "he saw over all worlds and every man’s activity and understood everything he saw."
- This throne is located in Asgard, in the temple called Gladsheim.
- Alternatively, it's said to be in Valaskialf, a hall located somewhere in heaven, and when he sits on it "he can see over all the world."
- Odin and Frigg are able to sit in and use Hlidskialf at the same time, observing two of their foster children on earth.
- When Loki fled from the gods after his murder of Baldr, Odin was able to use Hlidskialf to locate him.
- Freyr, using Hlidskialf, looked out "over all worlds" and found Gerd, the most beautiful of all women. (Similarly told in Skírnismál.)
Geri and Freki
Huginn and Muninn
- Within Valhalla, there are a number of female servants called valkyries. Odin sends them to every battle, where they "allot death to men and govern victory," alongside Skuld, one of the norns; for reference, the norns are female deities who govern fate.
- A number of valkyries are named in the Poetic Edda poem Völuspá.
- Valkyries don't seem to be deities or some kind of separate species; it seems to be a role mortal women can take. As an example, the human princess Svava is a valkyrie, and yet has all the associated abilities like flying through the air and protecting men in battle; it's the same case for Brynhild, who was a human princess before she became a valkyrie on her father's request.
- Valkyries seem to be independent of Odin to a degree, in the way that they can disobey him if they want. In a story told in several different sources, the valkyrie Sigrdrifa (or sometimes Brynhild) brought down a different fighter than the one Odin wanted, which resulted in her being cursed with sleep.
Equipment and Abilities
- Some valkyries are mentioned as being able to fly, and wearing "swan's garments"; valkyries wearing magic garments is referenced again in another story.
- Valkyries are described as flying, wearing helmets and byrnies, as either causing or being like lightning bolts, and their spears shine with beams of light. One of these valkyries, Sigurn, protects Helgi Hundingsbane's ship as it travels over the sea; later on, flying valkyries assist Helgi and his men in gaining victory in battle.
- Sigrun's protection of Helgi continues into another poem. She and other valkyries are repeatedly seen flying above Helgi and his men in battle. At one point, Helgi and his men encounter a dangerous storm at sea, and when they then see nine valkyries arrive, the storm subsides.
- In the Poetic Edda poem Grípisspá, Gripir makes the prophecy that the valkyrie Sigurd will meet later (Sigrdrifa/Brynhild) will tell teach him about runes, medicine/healing knowledge, and how to speak every human language.
- Hljóđ, a valkyrie who is the daughter of a giant, is able to turn into a crow.
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What is a Gazebo?
A gazebo is a freestanding outdoor structure with a roof and open sides. It typically has a circular or octagonal shape and is supported by columns or pillars. Gazebos can be made of various materials, including wood, metal, vinyl, and fabric. They are often used as a sheltered space for outdoor dining, entertaining, and relaxation.
The History of Gazebos
The origin of gazebos can be traced back to ancient civilizations, where they were used as garden pavilions and temples. In the 18th and 19th centuries, gazebos became popular in Europe and North America as a way to showcase the beauty of gardens and parks. Today, gazebos are still used for their aesthetic appeal, but they also serve practical purposes, such as providing shade and shelter from the elements.
Types of Gazebos
There are several types of gazebos
to choose from, depending on your needs and preferences. Here are some of the most common types:
Permanent gazebos are built to last and are designed to be a permanent fixture in your backyard. They are typically made of wood or metal and require a foundation to be built. Permanent gazebos are ideal for those who want a long-lasting and durable structure that can be used for various outdoor activities.
Portable gazebos are lightweight and easy to move around. They are often made of fabric or vinyl and are designed to be set up and taken down quickly. Portable gazebos are ideal for those who want a temporary structure for events, such as outdoor parties or weddings.
Pop-up gazebos are similar to portable gazebos but are even easier to set up and take down. They usually come with a frame that can be quickly assembled and disassembled, and a canopy that can be attached to the frame. Pop-up gazebos are ideal for those who want a structure that can be set up quickly and easily, such as for picnics or camping trips.
Garden gazebos are designed to be a decorative addition to your garden or backyard. They are often smaller in size than other types of gazebos and can be made of various materials, including wood, metal, and wicker. Garden gazebos are ideal for those who want to add a focal point to their outdoor space.
Wedding gazebos are often designed to be more ornate and decorative than other types of gazebos. They are typically used for outdoor weddings and can be decorated with flowers, lighting, and other decorations. Wedding gazebos are ideal for those who want to create a romantic and memorable atmosphere for their special day.
Spa gazebos are designed to provide a relaxing and sheltered space for hot tubs and spas. They are often made of wood or vinyl and are designed to be easy to maintain. Spa gazebos are ideal for those who want to create a luxurious and private spa experience in their own backyard.
Choosing the Right Gazebo for Your Needs
When choosing a gazebo, there are several factors to consider, including size and shape, material, style, and features and accessories.
Size and Shape
Gazebos come in various sizes and shapes, including circular, square, and rectangular. The size and shape of your gazebo will depend on your needs and the size of your outdoor space.
Gazebos can be made of various materials, including wood, metal, vinyl, and fabric. The material you choose will depend on your budget, the style you want, and the maintenance required.
Gazebos come in various styles, including traditional, modern, and rustic. The style you choose will depend on your personal preferences and the overall look and feel of your outdoor space.
Features and Accessories
Gazebos can come with various features and accessories, including lighting, heating, curtains, and netting. These can add to the functionality and comfort of your gazebo.
Building a Gazebo
If you're handy with tools and have some DIY experience, building a gazebo can be a fun and rewarding project. Here are the basic steps involved in building a gazebo:
Planning and Preparation
Before you begin building your gazebo, you'll need to decide on the size and shape of your gazebo and obtain any necessary permits from your local government. You'll also need to gather the necessary tools and materials.
Building Materials and Tools
The materials and tools you'll need to build your gazebo will depend on the design and size of your gazebo. Basic materials may include wood, concrete, and hardware, while tools may include saws, drills, hammers, and screwdrivers.
The construction process will vary depending on the design of your gazebo. However, it typically involves building a foundation, framing the gazebo, installing the roof, and finishing the structure with paint or stain.
Gazebo Maintenance and Care
To keep your gazebo looking great and functioning properly, regular maintenance is necessary. Here are some tips for maintaining your gazebo:
Cleaning and Repairs
Regular cleaning and maintenance will help keep your gazebo in good condition. You should clean your gazebo regularly with a mild detergent and a soft-bristled brush. You should also inspect your gazebo regularly for any damage or wear and tear and make repairs as needed.
Winterization and Storage
If you live in a climate with harsh winters, it's important to properly winterize and store your gazebo to protect it from damage. This may involve removing the roof and storing it indoors, as well as covering the structure with a protective cover.
Sealing and Staining
If your gazebo is made of wood, it's important to seal and stain it regularly to protect it from the elements. This will help prevent rot, warping, and other types of damage. You should follow the manufacturer's instructions for sealing and staining your gazebo.
A gazebo is a great addition to any outdoor space, providing a functional and decorative focal point for your garden or backyard. By considering the different types of gazebos available, choosing the right gazebo for your needs, and properly maintaining your gazebo, you can enjoy your outdoor space for years to come.
- What is the purpose of a gazebo? A gazebo is a structure designed to provide a sheltered and decorative space in an outdoor area.
- What are the different types of gazebos? The different types of gazebos include garden gazebos, wedding gazebos, and spa gazebos.
- What factors should I consider when choosing a gazebo? When choosing a gazebo, you should consider factors such as size and shape, material, style, and features and accessories.
- Can I build my own gazebo? Yes, with the right tools and materials, it's possible to build your own gazebo.
- How do I maintain my gazebo? To maintain your gazebo, you should clean it regularly, make repairs as needed, and properly winterize and store it if necessary. You should also seal and stain your gazebo regularly if it's made of wood.
2023.03.24 20:45 Banancake (HwP) Ghosts in the Avalanche - A Nature of Predators FanFic
--- Foreword: This is a continuation of my previous NoP fan series, Hunting with Predators. Credit, of course, to u/SpacePaladin15 for the original universe. (Disclaimer / Mild content warning): Post-traumatic stress disorder and its many effects on life as a whole are a central theme to this series. Though the characters and the situations they find themselves in are fictional, PTSD and those who suffer from it are very real. Please note that my understanding and knowledge of this disorder are superficial, and the research I've done on it was for the purpose of making a believable character. The way that the characters address this issue, health professionals or otherwise, does not necessarily reflect reality, and should not be considered the way that you should address it. As always. for any mental illness that you have or suspect that you may have, speak to a qualified professional about it. I hope you enjoy the story.
--- Memory transcription subject: Vikri, The Honey Badger Date (standardized human time): May 14th, 2137, 209 days after the Battle of Earth Chapter One: Dukes of Horseshoe Flats
I clutched a human rifle in my paws, shaking with untapped primal fear as I pinned my back against a tall Pine tree. The shadows of the winter night closed in around me as snow whipped about in the moaning winds. Every breath I took felt like fire in my chest. I’d spent an intangible amount of time running. Running through the same forest, past the same trees and rocks for an eternity. My legs couldn’t carry me anymore.
Crimson blood stained my face and chest. It clearly wasn’t mine. I pressed my head against the tree, taking ragged breaths as the blizzard raged. Thunder crackled in the distance as I composed myself, summoning the will to make a stand. I gripped the rifle and stepped out from behind the tree, confronting my pursuer. The storm suddenly went silent. The snow stopped falling. The trees stood upright once more. The snow glowed white as the moon once again pierced through the clouds above.
I panted as I watched the forest in front of me, overtaken by eerie silence. The shadows were impenetrable, only scattered by moonlight shining between the gaps in the canopy above. My eyes were doing me little good.
My ears shot up as I heard something in front of me, the familiar crunching of snow underfoot. I tracked the sound in the darkness before my body went numb. My vision expanded as the moonlight reflected off a pair of eyes in the darkness, painting them in a ghostly white glow.
Suddenly, an unexplainable sense of recognition fell over me. With it came an overwhelming sense of dread. The fight I’d summoned vaporized in an instant, rising with my rapid breaths into the night sky. Without a second thought, I dropped the rifle in the snow and ran as fast as I could. I screamed as footsteps rapidly closed in behind me, and I felt hot air on the back of my neck.
The muscles in my neck and back violently contracted as I shot up from my bed, tearing into the fabric beneath me with my claws. I gasped. It felt as though I hadn’t breathed in hours. A tingling sensation coursed through limbs and spine before fading just as quickly. I panted as my eyes adjusted to the morning sun beaming through the windows. I looked around at the dark wood floors of the room. A desk on the far side of the room was half-buried in assorted electronics, many of which were disassembled. The off-white walls around me were decorated with assorted pictures and frames. I’m in my room.
I relaxed slightly, leaning back against the soft pillows behind me as I put a paw over my chest. I reached over and grabbed a watch from the table next to me. The text on the small display read, “9:23”
I lept out of the bed, placing the watch over my wrist. The device automatically contracted to fit perfectly. I walked out of the room into a small living space outfitted with appliances of Venlil make. I hurried to the front door, grabbing my poncho on the way out.
I stepped out into the harsh morning sun. A cool breeze washed over my face, and the green and gold blades of grass around me waved gently in its wake. I hurried across a dirt road to a barn on the other side. Behind it, a mountain range rested on the horizon, surrounding the vast fields with a wall of earth and alpines. I ran to the doors and heaved as I pushed them open. I stepped inside and immediately jumped to the side as a shovel clattered from the wall onto the ground next to me.
I frantically looked around the barn as I placed the shovel back into its mount. Inside was an old tractor, most of which had been taken apart. Chains hung down from the rafters, swaying gently in the breeze seeping through the windows high above. A large workbench dominated the far wall, holding an array of neatly organized tools. I walked inside and looked into every hole and crevice. “No, no, no, no!” I groaned. I ran back outside and toward the fence line. Beyond it, a lush, golden field of wheat rustled in the summer breeze. I whistled loudly, so loudly that I had to hold down my ears for fear of damaging them. The high-pitched sound dissipated into the open air, floating away in the wind. I perked my ears up and listened. Nothing.
I kicked a nearby rock on the dusty dirt road. “Damn it!” I placed my paws on my head as I looked out into the field. I stood there for a few seconds before I heard a human voice behind me. “What’s all the commotion, neighbor?”
I turned around to see Andrea standing on her front porch. Her brown hair was frizzled and wild. She’d apparently just gotten up. She wore fuzzy pajamas and a white t-shirt draped over her caramel skin. She squinted at me in the light of the bright morning sun.
“Oh, s-sorry, Andy. Have you seen Lucky?” I asked somewhat desperately.
Andy looked up with her eyes and squinted her face slightly. “Not since yesterday. Doesn’t she usually go out before dawn?”
“Yes, but I really
needed her to stay in the barn today. I’ve gotta go get my sister from the spaceport, and I don’t want…” I sighed. “I wanted to make sure Lucky didn’t freak her out, but I can’t do that if she’s out there.” I tapped the screen on my watch, bringing up the GPS tracker on her collar.
Andrea leaned forward over the railing. “That’s today?” I nodded. She stood up and smiled, shaking her arms around as she shuffled in place. “Oh, this is excitiiiinnng,
” she squeaked, holding back the urge to shout. “I’ll help you find Lucky. Let’s go get the four-wheeler.”
Lucky was all the way on the other end of the farm, miles away. “I don’t have time,” I sighed. “I overslept; I’m already gonna be late. I need to get to Vancouver.”
“Vancouver, huh? Quite a drive.”
I paced for a moment. “I told her I’d be there. She’s never been to Earth; she was so nervous. Now she’s gonna be at the spaceport all alone…damn it. I already messed this up.” I felt my heart rate quicken and my head become slightly numb. I stopped pacing, leaning over slightly as I caught my breath.
Andy leaned back over the railing, concern creasing her face. “When do you gotta be there?”
I took in a deep breath. “In a couple of hours. There’s no way I’m getting there in time.” I clasped my paws over my face. “I should probably start thinking of what I’m going to tell her…”
Andy smiled. “Save your excuses for another time, fluff.” She stepped inside and came back out mere seconds later in a pair of jeans, boots, and the same t-shirt. She placed a blue ball cap on her head, hiding her nappy hair as she stepped out onto the road. “Come on. Let’s go to the ranch.”
I mumbled under my breath. “F-fluff?” I jogged up beside her. “What’s at the ranch.”
Andy took a set of keys from her pocket and jingled them around. “A neat little toy I don’t get to take out nearly enough.”
“A…car?” I asked, perplexed. “That’s…how I was going to get there.”
She snickered. “This
car will actually get you there on time.”
I looked up at her, still slightly confused. “You’re going to…drive me over there?” Humans hardly ever drove themselves anywhere. Almost every vehicle on the road was autonomous.
Andrea placed her hands in her pockets and shrugged. “Yeah. Why not?”
“It’s a pretty long drive. I-I don’t want to put you through that on your day off.”
Andy looked over at me. “Hey. We’re neighbors. Dad always said, ‘Love thy neighbor as thyself’. I got nothing better to do today anyway.”
I snickered. “Did your dad speak in old English a lot?”
She laughed. “It’s a Bible verse
I laughed with her. “I know, I know. I've heard Garret say it before.”
“Huh. Yeah, he would say stuff like that.” She turned around as she walked in front of me, holding her arms out slightly. “Besides. You’ve been here…What? Two weeks?”
“Since the beginning of the month, yeah.”
Andy walked backward for a few steps in front of me. “Two weeks and we haven’t hung out! I never even see you at the farm, all cooped up in that garage.”
I scratched the back of one of my ears. “I guess we haven’t…It’s been a little hectic getting settled in here. It’s not that I didn’t want to; it’s just…I’ve been really busy.”
Andy walked by my side once more. Her tone became more serious. “It’s alright. Can’t be easy for a Venlil to learn how to make a life here. Plus, Garret told me a few stories about you. I could understand someone wanting to keep to themselves after all that. If you’d rather not go with me, you can just say so. It won’t offend me. Granted, I’d be a little
disappointed, but I won’t hold that against you.”
She wasn’t wrong in guessing that I liked to keep to myself. Interacting with humans could be stressful. News of what we’d gotten up to in Montana got around quick and got twisted in all kinds of ways just as quickly. Some people even seemed to believe that I
killed that bear, which I mostly blamed Grant for.
I could never know if someone would ask about Hamilton or the battle. Those weren’t things I enjoyed talking about. I couldn’t really blame them; most who asked had just heard about me and hailed me as some kind of hero. They didn’t know any better. Even things that weren’t directly related to it, like “So where did you find Lucky?” could make the conversation extremely awkward. That was part of the whole reason I moved here. I wanted somewhere quiet where I could just live for a while.
I looked up from my musing. “N-no. It’s fine. It’s nice to talk to someone who understands that.”
Andy smiled and nodded. “Sweet.”
We entered a gate in the fence line that lead to a large gravel lot surrounded by various buildings. A massive storage building took up the whole left side, while a barn, a garage, and a house sat on the right. Various farm equipment and vehicles were parked around the edges. The tall blades of grass surrounding us whistled in the wind as Andy lead me to the garage. She threw open a shutter, and inside, a vehicle covered in a tarp sat surrounded by tools and jacks. I heard horses whinnying behind the barn as we stepped inside.
“Wait, this is yours?” I asked. I’d spent a lot of time in this garage fixing farm equipment, and it had always been there in its own little section.
“Yep. Didn’t really have anywhere to keep her at my house, so Mister Garret agreed to let me have this little space in the garage. She grabbed the tarp and pulled it away, gesturing to the car with both arms as if she was presenting it to an audience. “Behold! My pride and joy!”
Under the tarp was a boxy, old-style muscle car. Old-style as in centuries
old. It had a fresh coat of sky-blue paint that shined in the sun. The hubs were a mirror-finish chrome with large, barely treaded tires.
I stood in front of the vehicle with my arms under my poncho for a moment. “What…model year is this?”
Andy slapped a hand on the hood, making a dense thud as she smiled. “1967,” she declared proudly.
My mouth fell agape as I looked over at her. “You want to drive to Vancouver in a car almost two hundred years old?
Andrea propped herself up with her hand on the hood for a moment. She squinted at me for a few seconds before a smile slowly crawled across her face. She choked back a few giggles before doubling over and laughing. “It’s a replica
, my fluffy friend. If it was actually that old, it’d probably be little more than a pile of rust by now.” She chuckled a few more times before opening the door. It creaked as it swung past her. “But she is
built to spec. And she’s fast
. No electric engines, no fancy pants computer, just good old-fashioned horsepower.” She set one foot in the car. I stood there, staring at her, unsure what to say. This car seemed like little more than an iron coffin on wheels to me, yet at the same time, I was curious to see what it could do. It tickled some engineering itch at the back of my mind.
Andy sat down and slammed the door shut before poking her head out the window. “Well? Get in; let’s go get your sister.”
I took a deep breath before marching up to the passenger side and stepping inside. The interior was hot and muggy. The leathery plastic seats were a little uncomfortable compared to most human vehicles I’d been in. Not that I expected to be too comfortable for this trip. Andy turned the key in the ignition, and the engine revved to life, filling the garage with a deep, raspy thrum. I could feel the torque of the engine shaking the body back and forth slightly. Andy snapped her seatbelt over her chest, and I followed suit. She grabbed the steering wheel and eased the car out of the garage and onto the dirt road. “Ready, Vick?”
I laughed nervously. “I guess s-” I was suddenly pinned against the seat as the car lurched forward, kicking up a giant plume of dust behind us as we quickly left the farm behind. The sound of the engine was deafening. I could hear every rock hitting the underpinning, every moving part in the transmission as Andy ran through the gears. It was terrifying. It was exciting. I was pinned against the door as Andy rocketed around the corner, just barely managing to keep the rear wheels out of a ditch.
Andy continued down the straight for a moment before easing off the throttle. “Woo! You good?” she shouted over the engine.
I caught my breath before looking over at her, laughing slightly. “Yeah! You weren’t joking; this thing can really move!”
Andy smiled before getting back on the throttle. “Didn’t take you for an adrenaline junky, fluff!”
“Why do you keep calling me t-” I felt myself get lifted out of the seat as the car caught air over a small hill. The suspension rocked up and down as the tires met dirt again shortly after. Andy laughed at the stunned expression on my face.
I continued holding on for dear life as we blazed down the dirt roads. Eventually, we hit paved backroads and, finally, the interstate. The ride returned to relative normalcy as we hit the smooth, wide roadway. Andrea was less aggressive but still kept a fast pace, weaving between automated vehicles across lanes. I caught my breath. That was terrifying. Any wrong move could have resulted in death for both of us. After so long in relative isolation, I’d forgotten what danger felt like. What adventure felt like. I leaned back against the seat, still panting. Andy looked over.“You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah. It’s just I haven’t felt anything like that since…well, a long time. Being so close to death….”
“Makes you feel alive?” Andy asked, resting one arm on the center rest as she leaned toward me.
I chuckled. “Something like that…”
I remembered clinging onto Grant's shoulders as he ran through the night after we survived the first wolf attack. I remembered being covered in orange blood while I looked up at the night sky, laughing. And I remembered what Tenga said. “Death must be so pissed.” I felt like that’s where I’d started to change. It was the first time I’d stood my ground in the face of death, never leaving the humans’ side. I never knew quite how to feel about the person I became afterward.
Andy gently accelerated past a large, self-driving semi. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I thought most Venlil were…timid? I was almost certain you’d at least ask me to slow down,” she snickered.
I scoffed. “I thought about it.”
Andy turned a dial on the radio. Upbeat, percussive rock music started playing over the speakers. Of all the music I’d listened to on Earth, rock was by far the most “human” to me. Harsh and loud, but with its own unique, artistic intricacies. Andrea leaned back. “Well, settle in; Vancouver awaits.”
I suddenly leaned forward. “Can you actually pull over real fast?”
Andy raised an eyebrow. “Now?”
I placed a paw over my mouth as my stomach lurched. “Now.”
“Oh, you better not-”
I stood hunched over in the grass just a few meters from the bustling interstate, retching. Andy leaned against the car with her arms crossed as she waited. “Now
are you done?”
I held a paw out toward her without looking over, holding up one digit. “Just…Don’t
drive like that with my sister,” I panted.
She scoffed. “Sure, Queasy.”
“Get in the car.”
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