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2023.06.06 13:53 bluejay_54 Subject to Academic Disqualification last winter, might be on academic probation this spring ... :(
I'm in a tough spot right now... winter quarter I got a 1.41 GPA, just barely below the >1.5 GPA threshold for academic probation (2 C, 1 C- and an F). With my GPA < 1.5, I was given a subject to academic disqualification notice. As far as I know, the first time you get this you're given the subsequent quarter to improve your term GPA to good standing, above a 2.0. I may have screwed up big time again and might not meet that requirement. There's a good chance that I will fall slightly below 2.0 bc I'm definitely going to fail one course this spring but the other 3 are looking to be in the mid C/low B range, possibly putting me on academic probation. I will definitely be above 1.5 GPA though. Will I get academically disqualified in that case?
https://www.reddit.com/UCSD/comments/a7v5oi/i_may_be_disqualified_need_some_help_what_should/
I found this post with this specific "subject to dq -> probation" scenario and it looks like he didn't end up getting disqualified. But I imagine his case was exceedingly rare.
If anyone has been in my position, please let me know. I'm stressed as shit and scared as hell right now. This is my second to last quarter. Fall 2023 would have been the last quarter I needed to graduate and if I get kicked out, I'm going to have to wait a year to be readmitted from what I've read. Not to mention how fucking angry and disappointed my parents will be when they find out. I don't know if I can make the trip back across the country to face them ever again if that happens.
Back to studying...
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https://www.reddit.com/UCSD/comments/a7v5oi/i_may_be_disqualified_need_some_help_what_should/
I found this post with this specific "subject to dq -> probation" scenario and it looks like he didn't end up getting disqualified. But I imagine his case was exceedingly rare.
If anyone has been in my position, please let me know. I'm stressed as shit and scared as hell right now. This is my second to last quarter. Fall 2023 would have been the last quarter I needed to graduate and if I get kicked out, I'm going to have to wait a year to be readmitted from what I've read. Not to mention how fucking angry and disappointed my parents will be when they find out. I don't know if I can make the trip back across the country to face them ever again if that happens.
Back to studying...
2023.06.06 13:15 NightmareChameleon New War, Old Iron (4) (Reupload)
First. Previous.
A few folks reported last night's upload as turning up blank, likely due to a bug on reddit's end, so we're having another try with it. Let me know if this does or doesn't fix things.Who doesn't love a good ol' fashioned M1?
The use of 1200 millimeter shells serves no strategic purpose for my opening and, tactically speaking, places me at a slight disadvantage than had I used any one of my other, more potent weapons.
Mmhmm, they do have their downsides. According to my weapon subsystem computer, I must now wait 4.421 seconds for the shells to traverse the distance between myself and my enemy. Such a stretch of time is, of course, a wholly inconsequential blip whose passing is less significant than the tiniest mote of dust in the vast and boundless lifespan of the universe in all considerable scenarios.
All considerable scenarios, of course, except for the possibility that one might find themselves under the effects of several time-dilating performance enhancement drugs.
Which I am.
I very much so am.
Of course, I'm nothing if not patient. To occupy the interval we find ourselves waiting, allow me now a brief tangent to preach the gospel of the combined 1200mm turret, targeting computer, and ordnance inventory computer, an old self-contained weapon system that bears the simple designation of “M1”:
The most foundational concept one must grasp about the M1 is that it is not an effective weapon as a simple matter of scale. While exceptions do exist, the simple nature of space means that larger warships face a rather generous economy of scale with regards to one’s ability to outgun and outweather any smaller adversaries. As is only natural, I am the most resplendent paradigm of this law, large enough to sit comfortably on the edge of what can be considered a planet and well-armored enough to ram one and win.
Ah, but you already knew that, didn’t you? Unlike the M1, one would be remiss not to both know of and be thinking about me constantly. I can say with full confidence that I practice what I preach, but once again I do digress.
As to be expected from a weapon originating in a period of time in which humanity’s warships were several orders of magnitude smaller than myself, these old holdovers certainly wear their years.
The M1 is not a good weapon system. Everything about it, down to the targeting computer’s ability to account for gravity-induced bullet drop and atmospheric drag, reflects its crude nature as something better suited for ancient oceanic warfare than space. The materials used in the gun barrels are impure, molecularly inconsistent alloys, the computer boards large and demanding. Its autoloaders are finicky and prone to jamming, and many of the targeting solutions fail to account for some of the more intricate corner cases one must account for in space combat.
In a perfect example of their obsolescence, we still have 2.721 seconds until the shells are expected to reach the enemy ships. Had I used my secondary armaments, a pair of megaMAC cannons that fire projectiles with diameters to rival cities, I would not have been able to complete a single sentence before the near luminal bolts would reduce the tightly bunched enemy crafts into little more than atomic smudges with the sheer kinetic energy they convey.
I have not fired my megaMAC cannons, however. I have fired my 1200mm multi-purpose M1s. This is because, for all their flaws, they are good weapons.
A weapon does not have a service life spanning multiple thousands of years without merit. As with similarly archaic, yet still used arms (such as the veritable M1, the timeless M1, and, of course, the M2), it has not survived for lack of redeeming qualities.
As a consequence of its age, there exists a truly staggering variety of ordnance that can be crammed into the M1’s barrels and lobbed at one’s enemies, all of which have been carefully cataloged in my mat-fab schematics to be produced at my leisure. This, however, is not even close to the reason why the M1 is such a good weapon. Much like everything else about the M1, the shells are woefully outdated, the primitive 5-meter long projectiles are slow, inaccurate, and easy to intercept.
However, the effects are quite pretty.
Yes! This is what makes the M1 such a good weapon system! The fact that it pleases me personally and nothing else! Unlike more advanced munitions, there exists a certain splendor to the inefficient explosive mixes that many of the shells employ.
For this sole redeeming quality, I employ the otherwise archaic, dilapidated, and useless weapon at every possible opportunity.
It is quite obvious that M1 was kept in active service for several million years for me and me alone to use their silly bullets. How thoughtful of them! To be blessed with perfect precognition and use it exclusively for such a noble goal as to lighten up the skirmishes I take part in that little additional amount!
Many people disagree with me, stating that no, the M1 was only installed on myself as an afterthought due to the sheer number of their surplus stocks still around at the time of my construction. They are, however, incorrect, as their opinions are at odds with my own (the more important perspective). At least two sailors who have served aboard me agree with the fact that the M1’s munitions are slightly prettier to watch than my other weapons’, cementing my stance as the sole correct one.
The projectiles I have selected to be the first things I’ve lobbed at another living thing in nearly fifty thousand years are none other than a personal favorite of mine: The KP-83, a nuclearly shaped penetrating shell that is capable of sending scalding lances of vaporized bismuth miles through warsteel. Like many other of the M1’s patterns, the shells are expensive, unreliable, illegal to use against organic targets, and, most of all, excessive.
And how salaciously, decadently excessive they are! I love them! To even think of violating the Atom, steadfast and revered, for such a mundane purpose as an upscaled APHE munition is absurd! Yes, friend, the KP-83 is a perfect expression of the absurd technological lengths humans will achieve for the sole purpose of killing, a potent statement of their sheer stubborn refusal to roll over and let The Enemy drive us to extinction, even in the nascent stages of interstellar exploration.
Less than a quarter second, now. I watch in eager anticipation as my shells close the final few kilometers towards The Enemy fleet.
More beautiful than a flower in bloom, more lucent than a sunrise, more radiant than a newborn’s first smile, the first nuclear explosion blossoms before the enemy fleet. The first are the shells detected and shot down by their point defenses, clearly detectable by the lances of vaporized bismuth that sear forward from the fireballs, yet the sewing pin-shaped detonations grow closer and closer until…
..contact! Blessed, rousing contact! My reward electrode buzzes with electricity, signifying multiple successful impacts with The Enemy’s ships.
As the ephemeral light fades, I take in the damage wrought. Whole swathes of The Enemy’s hull plating have been shattered and scorched where it was kissed by the nuclear fire, and I can pick out the brightly-glowing pinpricks of slag from where the lances of vaporized metal penetrated their alluring forms. The afflicted ships reel slightly before accelerating to correct, implying a dizzying blow.
Ha! What a joke! Had I not known better I would have assumed that they had been seriously maimed by the KP-83 shells, yet such a thing would imply flimsy, non-reinforced interiors, like those of a civilian craft! Clearly, this, too, must be some extension of the facade they so stubbornly uphold.
And yet…
And yet…
And yet, I haven’t even begun in earnest! I have a whole second until my volley connects. Whole gigabytes of munition spreadsheets and readiness data stream into my expanded consciousness as I pore over my options, considering what might make for the most efficient follow-up killing blow. Perhaps I should employ my primary weapon?
Ha! What a stupid question!
To even think that I would allow a conflict to end before it could even begin! I really must be going senile with age.
Why, anyone with even a modicum of common sense understands that war is art, and furthermore, that art takes time.
What possible harm could it do to prolong this skirmish by a few mere hours, or perhaps days? None, of course! It would be unbecoming of my eminence to be a bad sport in war by ending the conflict too early, after all.
The Enemy’s fleet becomes illuminated, if only for a second, by the muzzle flashes of their cannons as they attempt to emulate my opening volley. How laudatory! I’m flattered that they hold me in such high regard as to mimic my opening attack.
Why, I’m so impressed that I’ve begun to entertain the notion of allowing their shells to land on me as a statement of thanks. Such a thought is aborted, of course, the moment I realize such an attack could harm the beautiful luster of my paint. I shudder to even conceive of such a horrible fate.
Unfortunately for The Enemy’s crude emulations of my tactics, naval warfare no longer exists in the age of the broadside, nor has it for several millions of years. I spool up my short-range jump drives— all thirty two of the apartment-block sized mechanisms— prepare my drone bays, and order another volley of KP-83 shells to be loaded into my M1s.
The Enemy’s shells, accompanied by a wave of missiles, hurdle the final few kilometers towards my surface before they-
THOOM
-detonate, filling the empty space where I had been just a moment prior with nuclear explosions of the mundane variety.
Why tolerate a risk to my vanity when I could instead expend the charge in one of my jump drives to simply vanish from the area? Of course, positioning myself above them on the stellar plane is certainly a tangible side effect of preserving my good looks.
I elect to release a swarm of stiletto hunter-killer corvette drones as an opening move, supplemented with a volley of 320 anti-ship missiles and yet another volley of 1200 millimeter nuclear shaped charge shells.
Much like my previous volley, this provides little tactical advantage whatsoever, instead fulfilling the exalted role of entertaining me.
While agile, the apartment block-sized drones are woefully frail, occasionally dwarfed by some of The Enemy’s (historic) munitions. Still, they serve well as harassment and defense fodder for more worthwhile projectiles. The anti-ship missiles are fast, yet once again, their scale reserves them better to maiming and euthanizing already shattered craft. I have already spoken on my beloved 1200 mm cannons.
The Enemy are quick to turn themselves and loose another volley. Rather than attempt another short-range jump, I elect to yaw upward and accelerate away from the incoming projectiles.
Alas, the shells reach me before I can complete my maneuver. I ignore them even as they close in, opting to continue my acceleration.
Unopposed, The Enemy’s munitions hurdle towards my perfect hull before-
BRrRrRrRrRrRrRrRrRrRrRrRrT
-they pass the invisible threshold dictating the minimum engagement range for my point defense weapons and are swiftly obliterated by well-placed streams of 120 millimeter high impact rounds.
I did say I’d rather my paint go unmarred, did I not?
My anti-ship missiles are the first to arrive at The Enemy, honing greedily towards their still hot missile bays and cannon housings. They answer with interceptors of their own, yet the miserable defenses are neither fast nor potent enough to pose a worthy barrier to the entire volley of missiles. As the thirty two surviving hypersonic projectiles smash violently into The Enemy’s foremost craft, my drones warp into their formation and begin peppering their engines and sensory structures with their miniMAC emplacements.
The Enemy responds predictably, directing much of their fire, as well as every close-in weapon, into slaughtering the trespassing craft.
Just in time for the second volley of nuclear shaped charge shells to kiss The Enemy’s hulls unopposed. Two hundred and thirty seven shells successfully detonate, with one going off in the barrel (tragic, but unexpected with the finicky munition) and two experiencing failures of their fuze assemblies, exploding as dirty bombs.
How spectacular! How dazzling! A perfect display of timing, predictive acumen, and raw, unfettered talent by myself! How I’ve dearly missed the ability to demonstrate my impeccable skill!
My thoughts go hazy with euphoria as my reward system detects a successfully executed multi-step tactic and responds accordingly. I push against the incoherence, refusing to allow my concentration to wane for even an instant.
THOOM.
Having long completed my maneuver and weapon preparation, I allow my short-range jump drives to propel me in-line with The Enemy’s formation. Even before the exotic particles disperse from obfuscating my sensor data, I fire my conventional magnetic railguns, relying solely on my predictions to guide the projectiles.
Forty-eight railroad car-sized superluminal bolts of iron illuminate the void with their streaks as they tear through space, with thirty-one instantly shattering The Enemy’s ships with their absurd kinetic energy. I curse myself for my sloppiness, yet my MACs were not the reason for such a maneuver.
No, that honor would belong to my tertiary armaments: two truly titanic Gamma Ray emitters, placed in an over-under arrangement on my bow. Half an instant later, after my targeting sensors regain the clarity lost from my recent jump, the twin arrays activate.
Their wires thrum with unfathomable voltages as the emitters begin to exude their deadly radiation, the titanic servos emitting an audible whine as they threaten to give under the stress of pitching and yawing their sports field-sized lenses at absurd speeds, yet hold firmly.
Though the beam itself is invisible, even to my broadband sensors, the effects are quite the opposite. Crafts caught in the scything beam begin to shrivel and carbonize as their reflective hull coatings are overwhelmed, their interiors begin to slush as the metal making them up loses consistency.
Though it lasted only a second, the damage is immense with nearly every sufficiently small craft in their cone of fire burnt away instantaneously.
THOOM.
I jump once again.
Directly into the point blank trajectory of what I easily recognize to be a salted fission nuclear missile, courtesy of The Enemy.
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2023.06.06 06:38 MommyHonkerDonkers My Copilot Is A Neckbeard #46
Hey there Reddx gang, looks like I finally got a bit of time to write, so let’s not delay any longer and get into another story about Chris.
Who is Chris? Chris is a very fat and sweaty man surrounded by an impenetrable aura of poopycum stinkystank. Chris is a certified weiner wizard, content to dwell in his own personal dark triad of anime, crystal, and lot lizards. Things are usually okay when Chris is driving the truck – usually – but when his shift comes to an end and I have to take the wheel, or worse yet, when we pull over for the night, the fun really begins. Then, despite my best efforts to make him bathe and behave, it was all in vain and the poopycum man would circle a little further down the drain. Thankfully, I no longer have to ride with Chris.
We rolled out of the truck stop and popped into the traffic, Chris signaling the turn he was about to make with the blinker. I was zoned out in my laptop, playing a game to whittle away the endless hours of road that stood before us. He made that left before hanging a right off the overpass and started down the ramp. I looked up when the truck no longer accelerated, but instead slowed to a stop. “What the Hell are you doing, Chris? We need to get on the road.” Chris came back, remarking, “bro, one second. This is important.” He pointed outside my window and looked down to see a dirty little ruffian who had come up beside the passenger window, a heavy backpack draped on his shoulders.
He beamed up at me from beneath a broad, floppy hat, as he shifted his pack cheerily on his shoulders. I turned to Chris and said, “what the fuck is this?” Chris remarked, “the guy was sitting on the side of the shoulder with his thumb out and he’s got a sign saying Phoenix. Well, we’re headed back to Phoenix, so I figured maybe we could give him a lift. He looks like he needs a ride.” I paused. I knew that Chris never did anything out of the kindness of his heart for anybody, so I wondered what the Hell his angle was. I didn’t pry it however as he insistently told me to get up. I fought with him for a bit, regarding insurance concerns and paperwork and the office, but he brushed it all aside with a casual, “dude, my dad owns the company. It’ll be fine. Now get up and let him in.” Against my better judgment, I budged from my seat to let in this vagabond, wondering if today was the day both Chris and I would be ax-murdered.
He smelled as rough as he looked, but by contrast, that was comparatively mild next to the perforating aroma of sweaty balls that clung to Chris. He smiled at me a yellow, buck-toothed grin, telling me his name was “Sage” and rather than shake his hand, I just moved to the back so he could sit down in the passenger seat and I could be left alone. Chris’s reply was jubilant. “So, Sage, you’re headed to Phoenix?” Sage replied, “yessir! Glad you stopped. I knew my ride would come eventually.”
I guess Chris latched on to this turn of phrase and replied, “you knew? How did you know?” Sage smiled and said to Chris,”I just know some things. I saw your truck coming down the ramp and I knew that that was the one.” Chris replied, “that’s great and all, but that doesn’t answer my question. How did you know?” With a sly grin, Sage responded, “don’t you know, dude? All hobos are wizards.” He tipped his floppy hat at Chris and then buckled his seat belt.
I tried not to roll my eyes at this bold declaration. Magic? Was this guy serious? Apparently, he was, because he delivered that statement with enough gravitas to sucker Chris in. Chris half-assedly pulled off the interstate shoulder, mumbling “wizards” to himself before a blaring car horn came up on the driver’s side, nearly scraping the side of our rig, and he jerked back to the side of the road with an “OH GOD DAMN IT” before actually checking the mirror this time. When the tension of the moment finally passed and Chris was able to merge into traffic, Chris turned back to Sage and said, “so, you’re a wizard, huh?” Sage replied once more in the affirmative, “that I am. And judging by the fact that you pulled over your truck, you must be rather sensitive to the arcane yourself. Not everybody can sense the sublime energies of the universe. You must have picked up on me calling out to you for a ride. Honestly, it must have been destiny.”
I looked up from the top of my book towards the front of the truck and said, “oh no, don’t you go feeding this boy’s delusions, dude. He’s fucked up enough as it is,” to which Chris responded, “shove it honker donkers! Sage, do you really mean that I’m… sensitive?” I tried not to choke on my own laughter as I said, “yeah, your ass is definitely sensitive since you can’t wipe it.” However, they had forgotten all about little old honker donkers in the back of the truck. Had they cast a sphere of silence over the bunks where I lay? I doubt it, but by the way they were acting, you’d think they did. Sage gassed Chris up, of course, replying “yeah, you’re definitely sensitive to the mystical, my guy. I can just tell. I can sense it.” I replied, “that’s just his smell.” They continued to ignore me. How the tables had turned.
Chris let out a breathy “wow” as he drove the rig along, before asking Sage what that meant. Chris was actually excited, his quivering neck fat dancing with jiggly delight as he asked Sage what he ought to do next. Sage thought about this for a moment, and said, “well, since you show great promise, how would you like to become my apprentice?” I shot up from the back, with one word on my lips. “Oh no. Oh hell no. You’re not taking this guy seriously, are you, Chris? He’s clearly a charlatan, dude. Magic isn’t even real. Honestly, Sage, is it? I think this ride has gone on long enough. It’s about time you get the hell out of this truck and walk.”
Chris started up with a shriek, declaring that I couldn’t just evict his master from the truck, and if we’re being totally honest, we were rolling down the highway at 65 MPH and I wasn’t at the wheel. I had no power to remove him in this situation. Sage grinned at me and said, “that’s the power of a wizard,” before turning to Chris and saying, “now, my apprentice…” I trudged to the back of the truck, trying to keep pace on all the weird hippie woowoo shit they were talking about, but I’m an old man. I can’t catalog it all. I did my best to ignore it all and return once more to my book. Chris would make his own bed today, and all I could hope was that it would be his problem and remain that way.
The ride past by as the wizard and his apprentice discussed all sorts of arcane conundrums, like alchemy (which focused mostly around which beers got you drunk the fastest and how to spin a pookie so you don’t burn off all your dope), manifestation (the art of wanting something really bad and hoping it comes true), and even wizard style, which entailed a lengthy discussion not only on dress but on grooming. By my recollection, it seems that the less one bathes, the more mighty their power becomes. Chris really lit up at this small bit of wisdom, telling Sage full length about the mystical potency of his pheromones and their utility in attracting his mates. Sage nodded knowingly about the powers of unwashed loins, and goaded Chris to bathe less so that his power could amplify. Of course, that wouldn’t be an issue, because, well, Chris never really bathed to begin with.
Sage was fascinated by the talk of pheromones and attracting of mates. He cut Chris off mid-sentence as he was regaling him with a story about a lot lizard he had purchased, when Sage mentioned two words that I wish he had never said to one poopycum man. “Sex magic.” Chris murmured back the phrase with awestruck intensity, wondering what strange wizardry he had stumbled upon. Sage offered up an explanation, saying that “sex is the strongest source of human power. You can literally use sex to manifest things. I know when I’m manifesting things, I think about it real hard while I, uh… you know.” Chris, missing the point entirely, said, “no, I don’t.” Obviously, whenever Sage was talking about when he “cleaned up.”
Chris’s eyes grew wide, and I knew that he had just conceived some harebrained plan in his head. What that plan was, of course, I couldn’t quite guess, but I’m sure it involved the objects of his desires and stroking his peen.
Thankfully, we were drawing close to Phoenix, and we would soon be rid of this self-proclaimed master wizard who had thoroughly educated his apprentice on all sorts of dubious ritualism. Sage spoke up, asking to be let out at the next truck stop, and I could see that the thought of losing his master upset Chris. So, in that moment, I guess Chris decided to try and put into practice all the things he had learned. I heard a shout from Sage. He cried, “what the hell are you doing, bro?”
Between heavy, throaty groans of pleasure, Chris murmured, “don’t leave me, master, there’s still so much left for me to learn.” I guess mister wizard here couldn’t divine the truth about the poopycum man – that truth being that you should never enable him to act like an asshole. Sage skittered in his seat up against the side of the window as the swampy scent of sexual arousal flooded the cab and Chris fiddled with his ding dong. He kept repeating himself like it was his own personal mantra, begging Sage to stay by his side and teach him all his wizarding ways as he diddled his knob. For once, I was glad I was in the back, and I promptly stood up and closed the curtain, leaving Sage to the fate he brought on himself.
The truck swerved and bucked as Chris struggled to choke the chicken, invoke his arcane spells, and focus on driving. I figured that today I would die, but Chris’s insufficient stamina saved the day as the smell of spoiling seed suffused about the cabin. Chris had nutted in his pants. Slowly, I cracked the curtains to see Sage desperately rolling down the window like I had done so many times before. Sage turned back to me, and begged me to help, but I just shrugged and said, “you opened this can of worms, dude.”
Well, Sage eventually got his wish. Despite Chris’s begging and pleading for his master to remain by his side, we ended up roaring into a truck stop outside of Phoenix and Sage promptly exited the cab, grabbing his things and disappearing into the travel plaza as Chris yelled after him for him to come back. Needless to say, Sage did not take the bait.
I moved into the driver’s seat and began my pre-drive checklist while Chris huffed up into the cabin, a spreading seminal stain suffusing through his sweatpants. He looked sad and defeated, as if he were somehow surprised that his “sexual magic” had failed to entice a hitchhiking charlatan to stay and teach him his weirding ways. He launched into a tirade, saying, “man, I can’t believe he didn’t stay! He was gonna teach me all his magic but he just up and left me, dude. What the Hell? My powers must not be strong enough yet, Honker Donkers.”
I sighed, looking up from the paperwork, and said, “He’s full of shit, Chris, and magic isn’t real. He was taking you for a ride, not the other way around. You scared him off when you bought into his bullshit and decided to polish your knob while you were driving the truck and he’s not coming back. It’s that simple.” Chris scoffed, and said, “yeah right, honker donkers. Like you know anything about magic. Sage taught me everything he knew, bro. I just need to practice more and just you watch, I’m gonna do all sorts of crazy shit.” I rolled my eyes, but deep inside I was troubled, because this really showed me just how deep Chris’s delusions ran. Believing some hobo on the side of the road is actually a wizard was just a bridge to far for me. I took a deep breath, and tried to explain everything once again, but Chris was having none of it. With a bold clearing of his throat, he said, “hearken thyself, nonbeliever, and witness the power of a real mage! Sage, you will return to me and finish my training!”
His hand crept down to his pants and pulled back the elastic waistband, releasing the fragrant fumes of fermenting fungus and I retched. Even though both windows were down, it seems that his previous release had already congealed into a putrid, rotten mass, that now aerated itself upon the breeze with just that singular lifting of the fabric. He was casting a cloud of disease, alright, and I choked back vomit as I groped around underneath the console. I had been saving something special there just for this occasion.
BWAAAAAAAA.
Chris practically jumped out of his seat, hitting his head against the side paneling of the truck, screeching, “OH GOD DAMNIT,” as he lifted one clean hand to his ear and another soured one to the opposite side of his face. I let up on the trigger of the air horn and he relaxed momentarily, pulling his hands down before I blasted it again at him like a man wielding a squirt bottle at a bad kitty. We repeated this process a few times before the thing was finally out of juice, at which point I dropped the damn thing to the floor. It clattered there, breaking the awkward silence in the cab between us before Chris finally said, “Are you done, honker donkers? I gotta cast my spell.”
“You aren’t going to cast anything, Chris. We are getting out of here right now, and you are never seeing that hack again.” I jammed the keys in the ignition as Chris started to screech, “dude, c’mon, he’s still out there, bro! Just give me 10 minutes and I can summon him back!” I didn’t humor the request, of course. I stepped down on the gas and pulled us out of the lot and started to put as many miles as I could between us and that truck stop. Chris seethed about it for a bit, threatening me with all sorts of magical incantations. His hand had begun to reach once again for his crotch, but my secret weapon had been spent. I needed another route and I needed it fast. Well, thankfully, my brain was working overtime today after our brief run in with this errant wizard. As Chris began to reach for his bruised mushroom wand so he could cast curses on my life (probably the only curse he actually cast on my life to be honest) I stopped him dead in his tracks with a little magic of my own. I said, “are you really gonna jack off to the thought of me, dude? That’s gay.”
Chris stuttered for a bit, declaring that it wasn’t gay. I didn’t let him have it, and insisted it was. I mean, isn’t it? He coped for a bit, declaring that “it’s not out of lust, bro. It’s out of dominance.” I didn’t let him have that either, remarking that he was still spanking it while thinking about another dude. I laid it out on thick then and asked him if he was going to make a habit out of beating off to the thought of me. He practically screeched, “fine! I won’t do it! I’ll just summon my master back,” to which I declared that that was even gayer, because it wasn’t out of dominance, but a desire to be surrounded by another man. I glanced out of my eye. Chris was as red as his giant, swollen ass, and I could tell that all he wanted to do was bash my head against the console at this point, but he knew full well that if he cast fist, we would both be dying today. I smiled smugly in triumph as the poopycum man grappled with several realizations that day about the nature of charlatans and their magic and his own flustered sexuality.
The rest of the trip passed without relative incidence, and we made our way back to the California yard. I swear, you had never seen me run faster from that truck that day. Well, that’s probably not entirely true. As I walked away, I heard Chris hit the pavement with a loud “oof” and then his lilting, phlegm-choked voice came drifting on to the breeze. “Hey honker donkers,” he called after me, “I’m not gay, dude. It’s just magic.” I waved my hand dismissively as I walked, pausing only to soak in the confused look of a couple of other dudes walking through the yard who happened to overhear this choice one liner.
And that, my friends, concludes today’s story about Chris. I can hear the real world a calling my name and so it’s time for me to take my leave. But don’t you all worry, because I’ll be back in the not too distant future with yet another story about that guy we love to hate, Chris.
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Who is Chris? Chris is a very fat and sweaty man surrounded by an impenetrable aura of poopycum stinkystank. Chris is a certified weiner wizard, content to dwell in his own personal dark triad of anime, crystal, and lot lizards. Things are usually okay when Chris is driving the truck – usually – but when his shift comes to an end and I have to take the wheel, or worse yet, when we pull over for the night, the fun really begins. Then, despite my best efforts to make him bathe and behave, it was all in vain and the poopycum man would circle a little further down the drain. Thankfully, I no longer have to ride with Chris.
We rolled out of the truck stop and popped into the traffic, Chris signaling the turn he was about to make with the blinker. I was zoned out in my laptop, playing a game to whittle away the endless hours of road that stood before us. He made that left before hanging a right off the overpass and started down the ramp. I looked up when the truck no longer accelerated, but instead slowed to a stop. “What the Hell are you doing, Chris? We need to get on the road.” Chris came back, remarking, “bro, one second. This is important.” He pointed outside my window and looked down to see a dirty little ruffian who had come up beside the passenger window, a heavy backpack draped on his shoulders.
He beamed up at me from beneath a broad, floppy hat, as he shifted his pack cheerily on his shoulders. I turned to Chris and said, “what the fuck is this?” Chris remarked, “the guy was sitting on the side of the shoulder with his thumb out and he’s got a sign saying Phoenix. Well, we’re headed back to Phoenix, so I figured maybe we could give him a lift. He looks like he needs a ride.” I paused. I knew that Chris never did anything out of the kindness of his heart for anybody, so I wondered what the Hell his angle was. I didn’t pry it however as he insistently told me to get up. I fought with him for a bit, regarding insurance concerns and paperwork and the office, but he brushed it all aside with a casual, “dude, my dad owns the company. It’ll be fine. Now get up and let him in.” Against my better judgment, I budged from my seat to let in this vagabond, wondering if today was the day both Chris and I would be ax-murdered.
He smelled as rough as he looked, but by contrast, that was comparatively mild next to the perforating aroma of sweaty balls that clung to Chris. He smiled at me a yellow, buck-toothed grin, telling me his name was “Sage” and rather than shake his hand, I just moved to the back so he could sit down in the passenger seat and I could be left alone. Chris’s reply was jubilant. “So, Sage, you’re headed to Phoenix?” Sage replied, “yessir! Glad you stopped. I knew my ride would come eventually.”
I guess Chris latched on to this turn of phrase and replied, “you knew? How did you know?” Sage smiled and said to Chris,”I just know some things. I saw your truck coming down the ramp and I knew that that was the one.” Chris replied, “that’s great and all, but that doesn’t answer my question. How did you know?” With a sly grin, Sage responded, “don’t you know, dude? All hobos are wizards.” He tipped his floppy hat at Chris and then buckled his seat belt.
I tried not to roll my eyes at this bold declaration. Magic? Was this guy serious? Apparently, he was, because he delivered that statement with enough gravitas to sucker Chris in. Chris half-assedly pulled off the interstate shoulder, mumbling “wizards” to himself before a blaring car horn came up on the driver’s side, nearly scraping the side of our rig, and he jerked back to the side of the road with an “OH GOD DAMN IT” before actually checking the mirror this time. When the tension of the moment finally passed and Chris was able to merge into traffic, Chris turned back to Sage and said, “so, you’re a wizard, huh?” Sage replied once more in the affirmative, “that I am. And judging by the fact that you pulled over your truck, you must be rather sensitive to the arcane yourself. Not everybody can sense the sublime energies of the universe. You must have picked up on me calling out to you for a ride. Honestly, it must have been destiny.”
I looked up from the top of my book towards the front of the truck and said, “oh no, don’t you go feeding this boy’s delusions, dude. He’s fucked up enough as it is,” to which Chris responded, “shove it honker donkers! Sage, do you really mean that I’m… sensitive?” I tried not to choke on my own laughter as I said, “yeah, your ass is definitely sensitive since you can’t wipe it.” However, they had forgotten all about little old honker donkers in the back of the truck. Had they cast a sphere of silence over the bunks where I lay? I doubt it, but by the way they were acting, you’d think they did. Sage gassed Chris up, of course, replying “yeah, you’re definitely sensitive to the mystical, my guy. I can just tell. I can sense it.” I replied, “that’s just his smell.” They continued to ignore me. How the tables had turned.
Chris let out a breathy “wow” as he drove the rig along, before asking Sage what that meant. Chris was actually excited, his quivering neck fat dancing with jiggly delight as he asked Sage what he ought to do next. Sage thought about this for a moment, and said, “well, since you show great promise, how would you like to become my apprentice?” I shot up from the back, with one word on my lips. “Oh no. Oh hell no. You’re not taking this guy seriously, are you, Chris? He’s clearly a charlatan, dude. Magic isn’t even real. Honestly, Sage, is it? I think this ride has gone on long enough. It’s about time you get the hell out of this truck and walk.”
Chris started up with a shriek, declaring that I couldn’t just evict his master from the truck, and if we’re being totally honest, we were rolling down the highway at 65 MPH and I wasn’t at the wheel. I had no power to remove him in this situation. Sage grinned at me and said, “that’s the power of a wizard,” before turning to Chris and saying, “now, my apprentice…” I trudged to the back of the truck, trying to keep pace on all the weird hippie woowoo shit they were talking about, but I’m an old man. I can’t catalog it all. I did my best to ignore it all and return once more to my book. Chris would make his own bed today, and all I could hope was that it would be his problem and remain that way.
The ride past by as the wizard and his apprentice discussed all sorts of arcane conundrums, like alchemy (which focused mostly around which beers got you drunk the fastest and how to spin a pookie so you don’t burn off all your dope), manifestation (the art of wanting something really bad and hoping it comes true), and even wizard style, which entailed a lengthy discussion not only on dress but on grooming. By my recollection, it seems that the less one bathes, the more mighty their power becomes. Chris really lit up at this small bit of wisdom, telling Sage full length about the mystical potency of his pheromones and their utility in attracting his mates. Sage nodded knowingly about the powers of unwashed loins, and goaded Chris to bathe less so that his power could amplify. Of course, that wouldn’t be an issue, because, well, Chris never really bathed to begin with.
Sage was fascinated by the talk of pheromones and attracting of mates. He cut Chris off mid-sentence as he was regaling him with a story about a lot lizard he had purchased, when Sage mentioned two words that I wish he had never said to one poopycum man. “Sex magic.” Chris murmured back the phrase with awestruck intensity, wondering what strange wizardry he had stumbled upon. Sage offered up an explanation, saying that “sex is the strongest source of human power. You can literally use sex to manifest things. I know when I’m manifesting things, I think about it real hard while I, uh… you know.” Chris, missing the point entirely, said, “no, I don’t.” Obviously, whenever Sage was talking about when he “cleaned up.”
Chris’s eyes grew wide, and I knew that he had just conceived some harebrained plan in his head. What that plan was, of course, I couldn’t quite guess, but I’m sure it involved the objects of his desires and stroking his peen.
Thankfully, we were drawing close to Phoenix, and we would soon be rid of this self-proclaimed master wizard who had thoroughly educated his apprentice on all sorts of dubious ritualism. Sage spoke up, asking to be let out at the next truck stop, and I could see that the thought of losing his master upset Chris. So, in that moment, I guess Chris decided to try and put into practice all the things he had learned. I heard a shout from Sage. He cried, “what the hell are you doing, bro?”
Between heavy, throaty groans of pleasure, Chris murmured, “don’t leave me, master, there’s still so much left for me to learn.” I guess mister wizard here couldn’t divine the truth about the poopycum man – that truth being that you should never enable him to act like an asshole. Sage skittered in his seat up against the side of the window as the swampy scent of sexual arousal flooded the cab and Chris fiddled with his ding dong. He kept repeating himself like it was his own personal mantra, begging Sage to stay by his side and teach him all his wizarding ways as he diddled his knob. For once, I was glad I was in the back, and I promptly stood up and closed the curtain, leaving Sage to the fate he brought on himself.
The truck swerved and bucked as Chris struggled to choke the chicken, invoke his arcane spells, and focus on driving. I figured that today I would die, but Chris’s insufficient stamina saved the day as the smell of spoiling seed suffused about the cabin. Chris had nutted in his pants. Slowly, I cracked the curtains to see Sage desperately rolling down the window like I had done so many times before. Sage turned back to me, and begged me to help, but I just shrugged and said, “you opened this can of worms, dude.”
Well, Sage eventually got his wish. Despite Chris’s begging and pleading for his master to remain by his side, we ended up roaring into a truck stop outside of Phoenix and Sage promptly exited the cab, grabbing his things and disappearing into the travel plaza as Chris yelled after him for him to come back. Needless to say, Sage did not take the bait.
I moved into the driver’s seat and began my pre-drive checklist while Chris huffed up into the cabin, a spreading seminal stain suffusing through his sweatpants. He looked sad and defeated, as if he were somehow surprised that his “sexual magic” had failed to entice a hitchhiking charlatan to stay and teach him his weirding ways. He launched into a tirade, saying, “man, I can’t believe he didn’t stay! He was gonna teach me all his magic but he just up and left me, dude. What the Hell? My powers must not be strong enough yet, Honker Donkers.”
I sighed, looking up from the paperwork, and said, “He’s full of shit, Chris, and magic isn’t real. He was taking you for a ride, not the other way around. You scared him off when you bought into his bullshit and decided to polish your knob while you were driving the truck and he’s not coming back. It’s that simple.” Chris scoffed, and said, “yeah right, honker donkers. Like you know anything about magic. Sage taught me everything he knew, bro. I just need to practice more and just you watch, I’m gonna do all sorts of crazy shit.” I rolled my eyes, but deep inside I was troubled, because this really showed me just how deep Chris’s delusions ran. Believing some hobo on the side of the road is actually a wizard was just a bridge to far for me. I took a deep breath, and tried to explain everything once again, but Chris was having none of it. With a bold clearing of his throat, he said, “hearken thyself, nonbeliever, and witness the power of a real mage! Sage, you will return to me and finish my training!”
His hand crept down to his pants and pulled back the elastic waistband, releasing the fragrant fumes of fermenting fungus and I retched. Even though both windows were down, it seems that his previous release had already congealed into a putrid, rotten mass, that now aerated itself upon the breeze with just that singular lifting of the fabric. He was casting a cloud of disease, alright, and I choked back vomit as I groped around underneath the console. I had been saving something special there just for this occasion.
BWAAAAAAAA.
Chris practically jumped out of his seat, hitting his head against the side paneling of the truck, screeching, “OH GOD DAMNIT,” as he lifted one clean hand to his ear and another soured one to the opposite side of his face. I let up on the trigger of the air horn and he relaxed momentarily, pulling his hands down before I blasted it again at him like a man wielding a squirt bottle at a bad kitty. We repeated this process a few times before the thing was finally out of juice, at which point I dropped the damn thing to the floor. It clattered there, breaking the awkward silence in the cab between us before Chris finally said, “Are you done, honker donkers? I gotta cast my spell.”
“You aren’t going to cast anything, Chris. We are getting out of here right now, and you are never seeing that hack again.” I jammed the keys in the ignition as Chris started to screech, “dude, c’mon, he’s still out there, bro! Just give me 10 minutes and I can summon him back!” I didn’t humor the request, of course. I stepped down on the gas and pulled us out of the lot and started to put as many miles as I could between us and that truck stop. Chris seethed about it for a bit, threatening me with all sorts of magical incantations. His hand had begun to reach once again for his crotch, but my secret weapon had been spent. I needed another route and I needed it fast. Well, thankfully, my brain was working overtime today after our brief run in with this errant wizard. As Chris began to reach for his bruised mushroom wand so he could cast curses on my life (probably the only curse he actually cast on my life to be honest) I stopped him dead in his tracks with a little magic of my own. I said, “are you really gonna jack off to the thought of me, dude? That’s gay.”
Chris stuttered for a bit, declaring that it wasn’t gay. I didn’t let him have it, and insisted it was. I mean, isn’t it? He coped for a bit, declaring that “it’s not out of lust, bro. It’s out of dominance.” I didn’t let him have that either, remarking that he was still spanking it while thinking about another dude. I laid it out on thick then and asked him if he was going to make a habit out of beating off to the thought of me. He practically screeched, “fine! I won’t do it! I’ll just summon my master back,” to which I declared that that was even gayer, because it wasn’t out of dominance, but a desire to be surrounded by another man. I glanced out of my eye. Chris was as red as his giant, swollen ass, and I could tell that all he wanted to do was bash my head against the console at this point, but he knew full well that if he cast fist, we would both be dying today. I smiled smugly in triumph as the poopycum man grappled with several realizations that day about the nature of charlatans and their magic and his own flustered sexuality.
The rest of the trip passed without relative incidence, and we made our way back to the California yard. I swear, you had never seen me run faster from that truck that day. Well, that’s probably not entirely true. As I walked away, I heard Chris hit the pavement with a loud “oof” and then his lilting, phlegm-choked voice came drifting on to the breeze. “Hey honker donkers,” he called after me, “I’m not gay, dude. It’s just magic.” I waved my hand dismissively as I walked, pausing only to soak in the confused look of a couple of other dudes walking through the yard who happened to overhear this choice one liner.
And that, my friends, concludes today’s story about Chris. I can hear the real world a calling my name and so it’s time for me to take my leave. But don’t you all worry, because I’ll be back in the not too distant future with yet another story about that guy we love to hate, Chris.
2023.06.06 05:15 APStudent123 For Freshman Orientation, here are tools to help with Registration!
We've all been there, it's a slightly stressful and intimidating process but everyone's here to help you!
Your RIS sheet will tell you times you can register and your bars preventing you
https://utdirect.utexas.edu/registraris.WBX
Very important is the Course Schedule, as it is a catalog of all the courses. It can be easily sorted to fit your requirements
Course schedule Fall 2023 Office of the Registrar (utexas.edu)
This is a grade distribution viewer one of our students made, can be used to check which classes might be easieharder
Grade Distribution Viewer
UT Registration Plus is a useful extension to also help with adding classes to a schedule.
RMP (Rate My Professor) is slightly biased if the sample size is small, but sometimes does offer a general consensus of how past students have viewed a professor
University of Texas at Austin Rate My Professors
The UT Planner helps generate a list of all your possible schedule combinations based on the courses you input
https://utexas.collegescheduler.com/
I advise spreadsheets to be made listing your course 5 digit numbers, so you can easily copy paste back and forth.
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Your RIS sheet will tell you times you can register and your bars preventing you
https://utdirect.utexas.edu/registraris.WBX
Very important is the Course Schedule, as it is a catalog of all the courses. It can be easily sorted to fit your requirements
Course schedule Fall 2023 Office of the Registrar (utexas.edu)
This is a grade distribution viewer one of our students made, can be used to check which classes might be easieharder
Grade Distribution Viewer
UT Registration Plus is a useful extension to also help with adding classes to a schedule.
RMP (Rate My Professor) is slightly biased if the sample size is small, but sometimes does offer a general consensus of how past students have viewed a professor
University of Texas at Austin Rate My Professors
The UT Planner helps generate a list of all your possible schedule combinations based on the courses you input
https://utexas.collegescheduler.com/
I advise spreadsheets to be made listing your course 5 digit numbers, so you can easily copy paste back and forth.
2023.06.06 05:09 Narrow-Plantain-5797 Transfer into capped bio major after 6 quarters?
Hey y’all,
I’m wanting to transfer into the Human Bio major, but I won’t complete the prerequisite courses before 6 quarters at UCSD elapse (I changed my mind kind of late). Does that mean that I’m ineligible to apply for the capped major?
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I’m wanting to transfer into the Human Bio major, but I won’t complete the prerequisite courses before 6 quarters at UCSD elapse (I changed my mind kind of late). Does that mean that I’m ineligible to apply for the capped major?
2023.06.06 03:28 Cloddish My Classic Rock Story
This story began with my discovery of the greatest era of music of all time, the classic rock era. The very first “classic rock” music that I remember hearing was The Beach Boys. I came from a somewhat culturally stifled exposure to the “secular” music of mankind, growing up. So, upon hearing The Beach Boys for the first time, I simply could not fathom the pure, raw, jubilant and harmonic energy I was hearing. I believe it was in 1998 or right around the time that I was in 6th grade, and I was up at my grandparents’ cabin in Siren, Wisconsin. I remember our next-door neighbor at the cabin had a cute girl named Jenny that my cousin Josh and I were both chasing after. I think my cousin was more interested in the girl, while I was keen on getting another chance at listening to The Beach Boys on her CD player. At any rate, I remember being instantly fascinated with the sport of surfing and I wanted to know more about it. I remember downloading or looking up a video of the 1966 “The Endless Summer” documentary directly because of having listened to The Beach Boys. It was a revolutionary moment in my cultural expansion as a young boy and that was a very memorable summer for me. As time wore on to the early 2000’s era when music downloading was only in its infancy, I once upon a time downloaded a Deep Purple song: "Hush" because I had heard about Deep Purple whisperings from my dad. I liked this “Hush” song so much I played it for my dad, asking him if he had heard of this song before as I knew it was from his era and this might trigger an interesting response or memory from him. My Father responded affirmatively. My Dad then proceeded to tell me a story, it was a story about himself; about a Deep Purple concert he had attended when he was younger. He didn't give me too many details and I’m not sure what age he was, or I can't remember all of the details, but he told me about how, somehow; during this concert-which must have been at the Met-he had ended up at the front of the speaker stacks at Deep Purple’s front stage. He told me that he continued to spend the entire show plugging his ears as hard as he could, he said it was the most awful concert he had ever been to in his life. I’m not sure if he couldn’t get away from the speakers or why he allowed himself to be subjugated to such an incessant onslaught of auditory pain, but that’s just what transpired, I guess. He told me that afterward, he was in pain and that his ears were ringing for weeks, and he told me he believed his hearing was noticeably impaired in the months and years that followed. So naturally, having heard my dad tell this story I was instantly even more fascinated with this powerful band called: Deep Purple. And, if you didn't know or weren't aware, Deep Purple is or was considered at one point: "The Loudest Band in the World", or something to that effect. Of course, I didn't know that at the time and my dad; I’m guessing, also did not know that at the time he attended the Deep Purple concert. So, upon hearing that story as a young man-I think I might have been in junior high school at the time-again, I was intrigued with this mysterious band: Deep Purple, that had ruined my dad’s hearing at one point in his life. Unfortunately, I didn't get too many other details about that show from him at that time, as I could tell he wasn't really too fond of the experience or memory altogether and maybe he was also little embarrassed that I was so interested and fascinated having heard about it. It is really a hilarious memory.
Anyway, this story my father had told me really fascinated me as a young man and I knew that- whatever I did; I must remember the name of the band Deep Purple.
Music was somewhat difficult to acquire at this time in my young life, unless I wanted to drop $15 for a new CD at Best Buy or perchance find it discounted at Half-Priced Books, Cheapo or the like. This was far too expensive a price to pay simply to explore the music that was out there, now yes, I did have KQRS, but the scope of KQRS, like many modern classic rock radio stations; the playlists are always limited to the five-hundred or so blue-chip hits. So, what I discovered was that used records could be acquired for much cheaper, in fact only $.99 at Goodwill, but Goodwill had limited options. Also, another problem I ran into during this time was that I didn't have a vast mental capacity quite yet built up for what the “good” classic rock era albums were. Bands or artists’ knowledge hadn’t yet really accumulated in up in my head at least not enough for quick album art recall, so it was difficult to know what was good at the time. The particular Goodwill that I frequented the most as a young man was located in Hopkins, MN and it was somewhat dingy, but I loved it. One day I discovered a very used, worn-out white ring around the sleeve of a golden “Deep Purple: Live in Japan” record, which was recorded over three nights in the late summer of 1972. I remember during those days when my classic rock album knowledge wasn’t so good, but I had a crude system of helping me “guess-timate” on what might be a good album. I would tell myself that the closer an album was in year to the late 60’s and early 70’s the better chance it was good. Because I knew, classic rock sort of lost its way and got bombastic in the 1980’s, for better or for worse. At least, this was the rock n’ roll historical narrative I had created in my head at the time. So I checked the date of the Deep Purple album: 1972, not bad. So, I bought that record because this was my chance to experience Deep Purple for myself for the first time.
I remember biking home with the record in a plastic bag over the handlebars of my bike and it kept bumping into the bike as I rode home getting even more scuffed up. When I got home, I put the record on my parents Onkyo (ironically also Japanese) turntable and a Genesis sound system, this was a pretty decent sound system. I remember, when I got home, I was all alone in the house, so I really had the opportunity to crank up the volume to air this album out a bit. And when I listened to that album, my life and conception of rock and roll; whatever I thought that was, flipped on its head and changed me, fundamentally as a person. Granted, I had listened to some of Led Zeppelin’s material to be sure, but I had never ever heard a band rock out so fucking hard like this in my life. It was a truly amazing experience. I highly recommend that album to everyone.
But what you have to appreciate is that during this time it was somewhat difficult for me to know which albums were "good" and to be sought after. I just happened to hit this one time on the motherlode with this live Deep Purple album. The knowledge was out there, yet difficult to attain for a young, sheltered midwestern Christian boy. So, I spent a lot of my time seeking out records at Goodwill after this experience, where no one could filter the music, I was listening to and naturally I developed a very steeled, rebellious, pretentious and opinionated stance on my right as a human to listen to whatever the heck I wanted to around this time as well. Plus, Goodwill had the added bonus of consistently being populated with lots of interesting people to watch, not to mention lots of fun clothes to try on and just mess around and have fun. I remember one day at Goodwill, I saw these two very particular middle-aged gentlemen, guys I would call “greaseballs”; seedy types who waited at the doors from the warehouse sorting areas, in order to get their greedy hands immediately upon the incoming records from the back sorting warehouse. They took immediate authority over sifting through the records, and it was clear to me that I was going to have to wait to get sloppy seconds after these record campers. I asked myself a question:
“Who were these music gate-keeping fucks?”
Of course, I didn't know how to feel at the time, and I was just sort of annoyed and confused as a young guy. I wanted a chance at checking out the records, but these two guys clearly had the goods staked out for first dibs. At any rate, I watched over their shoulders and made note of the ones that they picked from their fast-paced sorting, trying to remember the album artwork. While they were thumbing through, I even recognized the man carrying sticks on the cover of Led Zeppelin IV and reached out for it in desperation, but one of them instantly blurted out, something to the effect of:
“Nuh, uh uh.”
Or something to that effect and gobbled it up into their stack of collections…It was from that point on I realized how cutthroat this mystic, esoteric knowledge accumulation about music and attaining music was, and I think it made my purpose ever more steeled and resolved from that point forward.
I had only begun to scratch the surface of my quest for discovering the depths of the greatest music of all time, classic rock. This quest had another nuance I will now attempt to explain. You see, classic rock is profane music of the secular world. Therefore, it was forbidden to me as a young man, or sometimes it was begrudgingly tolerated. So naturally, this created within me a burning need to rebel. I had to listen to classic rock if it meant shaking the fucking heavens and the earth. For some reason I really felt it necessary to rebel and to rebel hard. And somehow, coupling that with a saga to discover forbidden music, it had now become in the mind of this young man, a somewhat spiritual prerogative to fulfill this discovery quest, some way, somehow.
Why am I writing all of this? I guess I was bored during the pandemic and put a lot of thought and energy into thinking about this while at work. Music has always been a companion to me during the toughest times in my life, conversely music has also consistently been a celebration of exuberance and happiness during the good times. The music that existed during the mid-1960’s though the late 1980’s; otherwise known as the classic rock era, has always held a special place in my heart. However, I never could find a playlist that truly encapsulates or effectively represents all of the great music from this era. Most of the classic rock playlists out there were somehow for some reason exclusionary of certain groups, genres and styles for one reason or another. I have spent over a decade working with programs like Pandora and iHeartRadio doing research attempting to compile a comprehensive, inclusive and fully representative playlist, that faithfully showcases the music from the classic rock era. I used Pandora at first because I was lazy. I attempted to use Pandora’s algorithm to build this playlist for me, I spent years attempting to get the algorithm to do what I want, but it never could never be a truly random shuffle among other drawbacks.
Fast forward to Summer of 2020, I had finally had enough with Pandora and with the pandemic in full swing, I decided that I had to build this playlist by hand if I wanted to do it right. That meant taking on the herculean task of digging into every single notable band, group, singer-songwriter, “super-group”, ensemble and the like that existed during the years circa 1964-1989. Why those years? Chosen rather quickly and arbitrarily. Also, this task consisted of the inclusion factor, that meant digging expressly deeper into the deepest, darkest lairs of obscurity and obtusity that this musical era had to offer. The pandemic was this playlist’s ultimate inspiration, music was going to get me through this pandemic like it had all the other tough times in my life and I was resolved to utilize my classic rock knowledge over the years to build the best playlist I could. But what does the “Best” mean? To me, it meant a playlist that was as fully representative of this era in music as possible, without superfluous and capricious exclusion of artists, no matter how difficult or esoteric the listening experience may be. This was my formula. Therefore, the term “Rock” is used loosely when defining this playlist; this music certainly “rocks” but not all of it is strictly “Rock ‘N Roll”, however all of it was certainly influenced and indeed inspired by the burgeoning “rock” movement of the 50’s and 60’s. I hope that makes some sense. Also, I was sick of the corporate KQRS DJs of the Twin Cities, who play the same recycled 500 or so hits over and over with no room for pushing those boundaries, as was the original intention of the music to begin with.
At any rate, I decided I would use Spotify as the custodian for this playlist, simply because their catalog is the vastest compared to most music platforms, it is free to download and their prices are reasonable for subscriptions. I realize Spotify does have some scummy business practices for paying artists royalties and it’s a shame not to have Joni Mitchell and Neil Young among others on here, but it is what it is, and I had to make this playlist somehow. Just the same, I worked on this playlist almost every single day through the pandemic, researching hundreds of bands while I did it; all from that pristine era of music that had captivated me early on. In years past, I have put tremendous amounts of mental energy into reading up on band biographies and discographies before, but during the pandemic I researched music from that era more exhaustively than I ever have before. I really went at it with everything I had, even purchasing “The Rolling Stone Encyclopedia of Rock & Roll” to assist me referencing bands not covered much online. I guess this is what my history major B.A. degree brain remnant does for me these days. I’m going to be honest with you, this is not your dad’s or your mom’s classic rock playlist. It took me the entire first year of the pandemic to fill the playlist to Spotify’s 10,000 song threshold, but the playlist was still just a rough blueprint at that point. I spent the following two years honing, polishing, adding and removing songs in order to continue to attempt to make this playlist as representative of the era as possible, with a heavy leaning on “rock”.
So, with the pandemic finally coming to a close recently, I am finally beginning to feel confident that this playlist is finally finished after three long years of amazingly illuminating research and lots and lots of listening.
Without further elaboration or story time, here it is after three long years of hard work; 10,000 meticulously curated and extensively researched with zero dead or duplicate tracks as Spotify frequently adds and removes music. Consisting of, but not limited to the following genres: Folk, Country, Progressive, Early Metal, NWOBHM (New Wave of British Heavy Metal), Space Rock, Fusion, British Invasion, New Wave, Punk, Pub, Blues, Psychedelic, Garage, Reggae (just Bob Marley), International, Krautrock, Funk, Soul, Disco, Art-Rock, Experimental, R&B and AOR (Album Oriented Rock) from circa 1964-1989 (dates chosen arbitrarily). This playlist is inclusive of race, gender and nationality. Be aware, this playlist is intended to expand your horizons and challenge your listening experience. Admittedly, this era did generate A LOT of challenging music that pushed the boundaries of numerous musical conventions, that was the point. I recommend putting this playlist on shuffle and just listening, thank you for your time reading all of this, I hope you enjoy listening as much as I have. Below is the link for the playlist, I hope you all will enjoy it:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4syEv4GeWCOv9LAQlKzq1K?si=341f43e85dfe4ff8
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Anyway, this story my father had told me really fascinated me as a young man and I knew that- whatever I did; I must remember the name of the band Deep Purple.
Music was somewhat difficult to acquire at this time in my young life, unless I wanted to drop $15 for a new CD at Best Buy or perchance find it discounted at Half-Priced Books, Cheapo or the like. This was far too expensive a price to pay simply to explore the music that was out there, now yes, I did have KQRS, but the scope of KQRS, like many modern classic rock radio stations; the playlists are always limited to the five-hundred or so blue-chip hits. So, what I discovered was that used records could be acquired for much cheaper, in fact only $.99 at Goodwill, but Goodwill had limited options. Also, another problem I ran into during this time was that I didn't have a vast mental capacity quite yet built up for what the “good” classic rock era albums were. Bands or artists’ knowledge hadn’t yet really accumulated in up in my head at least not enough for quick album art recall, so it was difficult to know what was good at the time. The particular Goodwill that I frequented the most as a young man was located in Hopkins, MN and it was somewhat dingy, but I loved it. One day I discovered a very used, worn-out white ring around the sleeve of a golden “Deep Purple: Live in Japan” record, which was recorded over three nights in the late summer of 1972. I remember during those days when my classic rock album knowledge wasn’t so good, but I had a crude system of helping me “guess-timate” on what might be a good album. I would tell myself that the closer an album was in year to the late 60’s and early 70’s the better chance it was good. Because I knew, classic rock sort of lost its way and got bombastic in the 1980’s, for better or for worse. At least, this was the rock n’ roll historical narrative I had created in my head at the time. So I checked the date of the Deep Purple album: 1972, not bad. So, I bought that record because this was my chance to experience Deep Purple for myself for the first time.
I remember biking home with the record in a plastic bag over the handlebars of my bike and it kept bumping into the bike as I rode home getting even more scuffed up. When I got home, I put the record on my parents Onkyo (ironically also Japanese) turntable and a Genesis sound system, this was a pretty decent sound system. I remember, when I got home, I was all alone in the house, so I really had the opportunity to crank up the volume to air this album out a bit. And when I listened to that album, my life and conception of rock and roll; whatever I thought that was, flipped on its head and changed me, fundamentally as a person. Granted, I had listened to some of Led Zeppelin’s material to be sure, but I had never ever heard a band rock out so fucking hard like this in my life. It was a truly amazing experience. I highly recommend that album to everyone.
But what you have to appreciate is that during this time it was somewhat difficult for me to know which albums were "good" and to be sought after. I just happened to hit this one time on the motherlode with this live Deep Purple album. The knowledge was out there, yet difficult to attain for a young, sheltered midwestern Christian boy. So, I spent a lot of my time seeking out records at Goodwill after this experience, where no one could filter the music, I was listening to and naturally I developed a very steeled, rebellious, pretentious and opinionated stance on my right as a human to listen to whatever the heck I wanted to around this time as well. Plus, Goodwill had the added bonus of consistently being populated with lots of interesting people to watch, not to mention lots of fun clothes to try on and just mess around and have fun. I remember one day at Goodwill, I saw these two very particular middle-aged gentlemen, guys I would call “greaseballs”; seedy types who waited at the doors from the warehouse sorting areas, in order to get their greedy hands immediately upon the incoming records from the back sorting warehouse. They took immediate authority over sifting through the records, and it was clear to me that I was going to have to wait to get sloppy seconds after these record campers. I asked myself a question:
“Who were these music gate-keeping fucks?”
Of course, I didn't know how to feel at the time, and I was just sort of annoyed and confused as a young guy. I wanted a chance at checking out the records, but these two guys clearly had the goods staked out for first dibs. At any rate, I watched over their shoulders and made note of the ones that they picked from their fast-paced sorting, trying to remember the album artwork. While they were thumbing through, I even recognized the man carrying sticks on the cover of Led Zeppelin IV and reached out for it in desperation, but one of them instantly blurted out, something to the effect of:
“Nuh, uh uh.”
Or something to that effect and gobbled it up into their stack of collections…It was from that point on I realized how cutthroat this mystic, esoteric knowledge accumulation about music and attaining music was, and I think it made my purpose ever more steeled and resolved from that point forward.
I had only begun to scratch the surface of my quest for discovering the depths of the greatest music of all time, classic rock. This quest had another nuance I will now attempt to explain. You see, classic rock is profane music of the secular world. Therefore, it was forbidden to me as a young man, or sometimes it was begrudgingly tolerated. So naturally, this created within me a burning need to rebel. I had to listen to classic rock if it meant shaking the fucking heavens and the earth. For some reason I really felt it necessary to rebel and to rebel hard. And somehow, coupling that with a saga to discover forbidden music, it had now become in the mind of this young man, a somewhat spiritual prerogative to fulfill this discovery quest, some way, somehow.
Why am I writing all of this? I guess I was bored during the pandemic and put a lot of thought and energy into thinking about this while at work. Music has always been a companion to me during the toughest times in my life, conversely music has also consistently been a celebration of exuberance and happiness during the good times. The music that existed during the mid-1960’s though the late 1980’s; otherwise known as the classic rock era, has always held a special place in my heart. However, I never could find a playlist that truly encapsulates or effectively represents all of the great music from this era. Most of the classic rock playlists out there were somehow for some reason exclusionary of certain groups, genres and styles for one reason or another. I have spent over a decade working with programs like Pandora and iHeartRadio doing research attempting to compile a comprehensive, inclusive and fully representative playlist, that faithfully showcases the music from the classic rock era. I used Pandora at first because I was lazy. I attempted to use Pandora’s algorithm to build this playlist for me, I spent years attempting to get the algorithm to do what I want, but it never could never be a truly random shuffle among other drawbacks.
Fast forward to Summer of 2020, I had finally had enough with Pandora and with the pandemic in full swing, I decided that I had to build this playlist by hand if I wanted to do it right. That meant taking on the herculean task of digging into every single notable band, group, singer-songwriter, “super-group”, ensemble and the like that existed during the years circa 1964-1989. Why those years? Chosen rather quickly and arbitrarily. Also, this task consisted of the inclusion factor, that meant digging expressly deeper into the deepest, darkest lairs of obscurity and obtusity that this musical era had to offer. The pandemic was this playlist’s ultimate inspiration, music was going to get me through this pandemic like it had all the other tough times in my life and I was resolved to utilize my classic rock knowledge over the years to build the best playlist I could. But what does the “Best” mean? To me, it meant a playlist that was as fully representative of this era in music as possible, without superfluous and capricious exclusion of artists, no matter how difficult or esoteric the listening experience may be. This was my formula. Therefore, the term “Rock” is used loosely when defining this playlist; this music certainly “rocks” but not all of it is strictly “Rock ‘N Roll”, however all of it was certainly influenced and indeed inspired by the burgeoning “rock” movement of the 50’s and 60’s. I hope that makes some sense. Also, I was sick of the corporate KQRS DJs of the Twin Cities, who play the same recycled 500 or so hits over and over with no room for pushing those boundaries, as was the original intention of the music to begin with.
At any rate, I decided I would use Spotify as the custodian for this playlist, simply because their catalog is the vastest compared to most music platforms, it is free to download and their prices are reasonable for subscriptions. I realize Spotify does have some scummy business practices for paying artists royalties and it’s a shame not to have Joni Mitchell and Neil Young among others on here, but it is what it is, and I had to make this playlist somehow. Just the same, I worked on this playlist almost every single day through the pandemic, researching hundreds of bands while I did it; all from that pristine era of music that had captivated me early on. In years past, I have put tremendous amounts of mental energy into reading up on band biographies and discographies before, but during the pandemic I researched music from that era more exhaustively than I ever have before. I really went at it with everything I had, even purchasing “The Rolling Stone Encyclopedia of Rock & Roll” to assist me referencing bands not covered much online. I guess this is what my history major B.A. degree brain remnant does for me these days. I’m going to be honest with you, this is not your dad’s or your mom’s classic rock playlist. It took me the entire first year of the pandemic to fill the playlist to Spotify’s 10,000 song threshold, but the playlist was still just a rough blueprint at that point. I spent the following two years honing, polishing, adding and removing songs in order to continue to attempt to make this playlist as representative of the era as possible, with a heavy leaning on “rock”.
So, with the pandemic finally coming to a close recently, I am finally beginning to feel confident that this playlist is finally finished after three long years of amazingly illuminating research and lots and lots of listening.
Without further elaboration or story time, here it is after three long years of hard work; 10,000 meticulously curated and extensively researched with zero dead or duplicate tracks as Spotify frequently adds and removes music. Consisting of, but not limited to the following genres: Folk, Country, Progressive, Early Metal, NWOBHM (New Wave of British Heavy Metal), Space Rock, Fusion, British Invasion, New Wave, Punk, Pub, Blues, Psychedelic, Garage, Reggae (just Bob Marley), International, Krautrock, Funk, Soul, Disco, Art-Rock, Experimental, R&B and AOR (Album Oriented Rock) from circa 1964-1989 (dates chosen arbitrarily). This playlist is inclusive of race, gender and nationality. Be aware, this playlist is intended to expand your horizons and challenge your listening experience. Admittedly, this era did generate A LOT of challenging music that pushed the boundaries of numerous musical conventions, that was the point. I recommend putting this playlist on shuffle and just listening, thank you for your time reading all of this, I hope you enjoy listening as much as I have. Below is the link for the playlist, I hope you all will enjoy it:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4syEv4GeWCOv9LAQlKzq1K?si=341f43e85dfe4ff8
2023.06.06 03:01 RyanoftheStars It might be counter-intuitive, but Switch's hardware weakness is a strength for me and I hope Nintendo continues to release comparatively weaker hardware.
I know it seems odd to say that, because in theory more powerful hardware only has benefits, I don't actually think that's the case in application. It is has long been true that limitations can lead to beautiful ideas and spark creativity that might not otherwise have been found without them, but that's not entirely what I'm talking about. The Switch is actually plenty powerful and compared to the past, this makes it less of an issue than say the DS or the Gameboy before it, but it still does prompt some of that beautiful creativity. In a holistic lens, the amount of power this handheld can input in terms of game potential is insane and it only ever looks bad in comparison to newer technology.
The bigger problem as I see it is that the Switch's market is fantastic for people like me who are not attached at the hip to the AAA hyped games with hundreds or even thousands of developers working on them. People call the games in this market niche, but I don't think it's necessarily that. Mario Party, Ring Fit Adventure, Cuphead, Dead Cells, Stardew Valley, Nier Automata, Persona 5, these types of games have sold well enough that they're way past niche. I feel like there's bad tendency to say things are either mainstream or niche and there's no middle ground. I like to play a variety of games that range from super low budget indies to mid-sized games with modest budgets, like Atelier Ryza, Daemon x Machina, Yokai Watch or AI: The Somnium Files.
I really missed the days of the PS2 and Gamecube where there were plenty of packaged titles that weren't huge mass market blockbusters, but provided a great variety of experiences that didn't conform to the standards of those mass market super hits. The Nightmare of Druaga was one of my favorite PlayStation 2 RPGs, a brutal roguelike that wasn't nearly as beautiful or epic as Dragon Quest VIII, but just as memorable. I remember playing great games like I-Ninja and Metal Arms alongside the Metroid Primes and Ratchet and Clanks.
The Switch has brought back success for publishers who are pursuing this mid-sized market, whereas in Japan at least, that was completely stamped out by Sony's insistence on pushing high fidelity games the PS4 and PS5. The difference is stark. You see third party success with smaller titles all the time now on the Switch that hasn't been seen since the earlier 2000s. My favorite baseball series, Powerful Pro is back because it's so much easier to satisfy and compete with the market on the Switch and sales rose exponentially for Konami culminating in one of the best games ever released for the long-running 30+ year series where before they didn't even bother with releases anymore because it was seen as not worth it. (In the ultimate irony, the more realistic Konami baseball series now prioritizes releases on the Switch despite its appeal of realistic graphics being closer to the PlayStation's strengths.) It may not be important to you, but it's important to me and you probably have something you love on the Switch that's prospered that I don't even know about.
The second reason the Switch's lack of power doesn't bother me is the huge resurgence in retro game popularity. It may just be a sign of the times that the Switch was able to capitalize on, but seeing as how many developers target the Switch with their releases and how Nintendo's legacy brings with it familiarity with retro back catalogs and how Switch Online subscriptions introduce people to games they might not have tried otherwise, I think it's obvious the Switch has this market really well cornered. I can't believe how many things I never thought would be revived that somehow have gotten revived. Live a Live was obviously a huge surprise and success story that was impacted by Octopath Traveler and the HD-2D engine's success.
But there are tiny, super niche examples that have me overjoyed. G-Mode releases ports of feature phone games from before smartphones became popular and it's amazing. It's the only way to play the Legendary Heracles III on a modern platform with all the horrible bullshit from the Super Famicom version cut out. If you like Earthbound, Sepas Channel is incredible. The Kibukawa Ryosuke Detective File Series are extremely charming, well-written mystery games that scratch on itch for anyone who likes detective games and particularly the fun banter of the Phoenix Wright series investigation sequences. There's an insanely well done puzzle game about poking the air out of bubble wrap!
There's this old Japanese PC game called Demon Castle that got ported to the Switch with a little guide to help people because the original game has old retro puzzle bullshit like "stand here for 60 seconds to get the sword you need to win the game," and when you modernize enough to alleviate those annoyances, the base game is so much fun. It was so successful that they ported the sequel and then a brand new game, 30 years later, based on how well the ports did, that massively expanded the ideas. The whole saga has been one of my treats throughout the Switch's life span.
For many reasons, these just don't get the attention on Sony's platform or on Steam that they do on the Switch. It's possible Nintendo will find a way to cultivate a good balance in the market, but I'm going to be sad if future Nintendo platforms emphasize power to the extent their competitors do and leave behind these kinds of games in the dust. It happened after Sony didn't have to hustle anymore from trying to make the PS3 more successful than its awful launch and the PSP compete with the DS. They completely gave up on the Wild Arms, Loco Rocos, Patapons, Yuusha no Kuse ni Namaika das, Intelligent Qubes, Arc the Lads, Jumping Flashes, Sly Coopers and so on. Nintendo still has those quirkier titles coming out regularly and fosters them, whereas I get the sense that Sony would feel embarrassed marketing their own Japanese-made RPG again, which is disappointing. Fire Emblem Engage is my most played game this year so far with over 150 hours in it and I get the sense Sony doesn't think games like that are premium enough for the PS5 to fund and market them anymore. Keep in mind, I'm not trying to say the PS5 is awful or anything, just that I can see why people find more value in gaming on the Switch despite the power difference. It's obvious that Nintendo helps market indie titles because they support their platform a lot. Would Nintendo do that anymore without the power gap, just like Sony stopped doing? They're certainly not doing it out of a sense of charity.
It's also nice because some of the more modern games that never come to the Switch are also some of the biggest failures and I'm glad I never got a chance to play Mass Effect Andromeda, the new Saint's Row or Fallout 76 before they blew up into buyer beware butt cakes. The Switch's lack of power has ironically also been a shield from modern bullshit to a certain extent. And while of course it would be nice to play the Resident Evil remakes in a non-cloud version or the new Star Ocean, the nice thing about that is if they eventually come to the Switch's successor they probably will include all the stuff you had to pay or wait for before as additional downloadables in the base game, much like The Ezio Collection (the first time I played Assassin's Creed) included everything you'd want in the Switch version. So platforms like the Switch are great for patient gamers too. (Though no amount of porting will ever convince me to play Skyrim.)
The last aspect are mobile ports. I know this isn't very popular overseas, but since my second most played platform are smartphone games and I and other Japanese players play a lot of them, this is really helpful. Porting mobile games to the Switch often completely removes a lot of worse parts of the monetization and leaves behind a better game. I tend to play mobile game while I listen to podcasts, audio books or YouTube videos and Gems of War, Guardian Tales and Dragon Quest Rivals ACE are probably my three most played Switch games. I can't even spend money on Gems of War if I wanted to because my region isn't supported, so score! Kairosoft's cute little pixel art simulation games are completely removed of all of their mobile monetization leaving only an addictive simulation game behind. Five-BN is a tiny Ukrainian studio who makes adventure games that look like they were made for PCs in the late 90s, but that's right up my groove and you get a lot of bang for your buck with each title. It scratches the exact itch I've wanted scratched by other modern adventure games that are more concerned with aping old LucasArts than old Sierra, the latter of which I personally liked much better. I can't accurately convey how impressed I was that they made better and more fun puzzles and more enchanting worlds than many of their competitors on their tiny mobile game budget. Imagine how surprised that their translations into Japanese are also better than larger publishers. That's just sad. (It's also quite refreshing to play games that seem to be designed for middle-aged women. That's not a market you see catered to very often and makes for a nice change of pace.)
Unreal Life is one of the greatest experiences I've ever had in my years of gaming and it was a mobile port. Also Various Daylife is an awesome, awesome game and it's unfortunate that it gets dismissed for being a departure from traditional RPG gameplay that people are looking for, because like a SaGa game, it's full of great ideas to come together to make a unique game. There's no way the platform would have gotten this many mobile ports if it weren't a Japanese handheld hybrid with an easy to use touchscreen and so the very fact Nintendo sacrificed power to make it portable brought games to me I would not have noticed or played that much otherwise.
I know that people dislike the performance issues they see on the Switch, but it often doesn't bother me, as I don't really pay attention to frame rate issues unless they're so dire that it's obviously hurting the game's playability. I never even noticed any drops in Tears of the Kingdom and to me plenty of Switch games are beautiful and I don't really care if they had higher resolution or better textures. It's just not a priority for me or something I look for in games. I'm aware enough to know that I'm an outlier in that respect on Reddit, but I don't think I am in the wider gaming community offline. Bright Memory, Sifu and King's Bounty 2 played just fine in the Switch versions for me.
And of course it goes without saying that I dearly hope the Switch is not the last hurrah for this type of platform, because I can't remember another platform that had this good of a balance of success for all types of publishers and developers. And I know it can't last forever. It's sad the way Octopath Traveler II didn't get the attention the first one did, despite being improved every way, but even on the Switch not everything can be successful. I wonder when the point comes where the saturation is so high on the platform that it can't go on any longer. I don't imagine that even with this type of momentum that the Switch is just going to keel over in a couple of months once the successor is released, so long live the Switch!
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The bigger problem as I see it is that the Switch's market is fantastic for people like me who are not attached at the hip to the AAA hyped games with hundreds or even thousands of developers working on them. People call the games in this market niche, but I don't think it's necessarily that. Mario Party, Ring Fit Adventure, Cuphead, Dead Cells, Stardew Valley, Nier Automata, Persona 5, these types of games have sold well enough that they're way past niche. I feel like there's bad tendency to say things are either mainstream or niche and there's no middle ground. I like to play a variety of games that range from super low budget indies to mid-sized games with modest budgets, like Atelier Ryza, Daemon x Machina, Yokai Watch or AI: The Somnium Files.
I really missed the days of the PS2 and Gamecube where there were plenty of packaged titles that weren't huge mass market blockbusters, but provided a great variety of experiences that didn't conform to the standards of those mass market super hits. The Nightmare of Druaga was one of my favorite PlayStation 2 RPGs, a brutal roguelike that wasn't nearly as beautiful or epic as Dragon Quest VIII, but just as memorable. I remember playing great games like I-Ninja and Metal Arms alongside the Metroid Primes and Ratchet and Clanks.
The Switch has brought back success for publishers who are pursuing this mid-sized market, whereas in Japan at least, that was completely stamped out by Sony's insistence on pushing high fidelity games the PS4 and PS5. The difference is stark. You see third party success with smaller titles all the time now on the Switch that hasn't been seen since the earlier 2000s. My favorite baseball series, Powerful Pro is back because it's so much easier to satisfy and compete with the market on the Switch and sales rose exponentially for Konami culminating in one of the best games ever released for the long-running 30+ year series where before they didn't even bother with releases anymore because it was seen as not worth it. (In the ultimate irony, the more realistic Konami baseball series now prioritizes releases on the Switch despite its appeal of realistic graphics being closer to the PlayStation's strengths.) It may not be important to you, but it's important to me and you probably have something you love on the Switch that's prospered that I don't even know about.
The second reason the Switch's lack of power doesn't bother me is the huge resurgence in retro game popularity. It may just be a sign of the times that the Switch was able to capitalize on, but seeing as how many developers target the Switch with their releases and how Nintendo's legacy brings with it familiarity with retro back catalogs and how Switch Online subscriptions introduce people to games they might not have tried otherwise, I think it's obvious the Switch has this market really well cornered. I can't believe how many things I never thought would be revived that somehow have gotten revived. Live a Live was obviously a huge surprise and success story that was impacted by Octopath Traveler and the HD-2D engine's success.
But there are tiny, super niche examples that have me overjoyed. G-Mode releases ports of feature phone games from before smartphones became popular and it's amazing. It's the only way to play the Legendary Heracles III on a modern platform with all the horrible bullshit from the Super Famicom version cut out. If you like Earthbound, Sepas Channel is incredible. The Kibukawa Ryosuke Detective File Series are extremely charming, well-written mystery games that scratch on itch for anyone who likes detective games and particularly the fun banter of the Phoenix Wright series investigation sequences. There's an insanely well done puzzle game about poking the air out of bubble wrap!
There's this old Japanese PC game called Demon Castle that got ported to the Switch with a little guide to help people because the original game has old retro puzzle bullshit like "stand here for 60 seconds to get the sword you need to win the game," and when you modernize enough to alleviate those annoyances, the base game is so much fun. It was so successful that they ported the sequel and then a brand new game, 30 years later, based on how well the ports did, that massively expanded the ideas. The whole saga has been one of my treats throughout the Switch's life span.
For many reasons, these just don't get the attention on Sony's platform or on Steam that they do on the Switch. It's possible Nintendo will find a way to cultivate a good balance in the market, but I'm going to be sad if future Nintendo platforms emphasize power to the extent their competitors do and leave behind these kinds of games in the dust. It happened after Sony didn't have to hustle anymore from trying to make the PS3 more successful than its awful launch and the PSP compete with the DS. They completely gave up on the Wild Arms, Loco Rocos, Patapons, Yuusha no Kuse ni Namaika das, Intelligent Qubes, Arc the Lads, Jumping Flashes, Sly Coopers and so on. Nintendo still has those quirkier titles coming out regularly and fosters them, whereas I get the sense that Sony would feel embarrassed marketing their own Japanese-made RPG again, which is disappointing. Fire Emblem Engage is my most played game this year so far with over 150 hours in it and I get the sense Sony doesn't think games like that are premium enough for the PS5 to fund and market them anymore. Keep in mind, I'm not trying to say the PS5 is awful or anything, just that I can see why people find more value in gaming on the Switch despite the power difference. It's obvious that Nintendo helps market indie titles because they support their platform a lot. Would Nintendo do that anymore without the power gap, just like Sony stopped doing? They're certainly not doing it out of a sense of charity.
It's also nice because some of the more modern games that never come to the Switch are also some of the biggest failures and I'm glad I never got a chance to play Mass Effect Andromeda, the new Saint's Row or Fallout 76 before they blew up into buyer beware butt cakes. The Switch's lack of power has ironically also been a shield from modern bullshit to a certain extent. And while of course it would be nice to play the Resident Evil remakes in a non-cloud version or the new Star Ocean, the nice thing about that is if they eventually come to the Switch's successor they probably will include all the stuff you had to pay or wait for before as additional downloadables in the base game, much like The Ezio Collection (the first time I played Assassin's Creed) included everything you'd want in the Switch version. So platforms like the Switch are great for patient gamers too. (Though no amount of porting will ever convince me to play Skyrim.)
The last aspect are mobile ports. I know this isn't very popular overseas, but since my second most played platform are smartphone games and I and other Japanese players play a lot of them, this is really helpful. Porting mobile games to the Switch often completely removes a lot of worse parts of the monetization and leaves behind a better game. I tend to play mobile game while I listen to podcasts, audio books or YouTube videos and Gems of War, Guardian Tales and Dragon Quest Rivals ACE are probably my three most played Switch games. I can't even spend money on Gems of War if I wanted to because my region isn't supported, so score! Kairosoft's cute little pixel art simulation games are completely removed of all of their mobile monetization leaving only an addictive simulation game behind. Five-BN is a tiny Ukrainian studio who makes adventure games that look like they were made for PCs in the late 90s, but that's right up my groove and you get a lot of bang for your buck with each title. It scratches the exact itch I've wanted scratched by other modern adventure games that are more concerned with aping old LucasArts than old Sierra, the latter of which I personally liked much better. I can't accurately convey how impressed I was that they made better and more fun puzzles and more enchanting worlds than many of their competitors on their tiny mobile game budget. Imagine how surprised that their translations into Japanese are also better than larger publishers. That's just sad. (It's also quite refreshing to play games that seem to be designed for middle-aged women. That's not a market you see catered to very often and makes for a nice change of pace.)
Unreal Life is one of the greatest experiences I've ever had in my years of gaming and it was a mobile port. Also Various Daylife is an awesome, awesome game and it's unfortunate that it gets dismissed for being a departure from traditional RPG gameplay that people are looking for, because like a SaGa game, it's full of great ideas to come together to make a unique game. There's no way the platform would have gotten this many mobile ports if it weren't a Japanese handheld hybrid with an easy to use touchscreen and so the very fact Nintendo sacrificed power to make it portable brought games to me I would not have noticed or played that much otherwise.
I know that people dislike the performance issues they see on the Switch, but it often doesn't bother me, as I don't really pay attention to frame rate issues unless they're so dire that it's obviously hurting the game's playability. I never even noticed any drops in Tears of the Kingdom and to me plenty of Switch games are beautiful and I don't really care if they had higher resolution or better textures. It's just not a priority for me or something I look for in games. I'm aware enough to know that I'm an outlier in that respect on Reddit, but I don't think I am in the wider gaming community offline. Bright Memory, Sifu and King's Bounty 2 played just fine in the Switch versions for me.
And of course it goes without saying that I dearly hope the Switch is not the last hurrah for this type of platform, because I can't remember another platform that had this good of a balance of success for all types of publishers and developers. And I know it can't last forever. It's sad the way Octopath Traveler II didn't get the attention the first one did, despite being improved every way, but even on the Switch not everything can be successful. I wonder when the point comes where the saturation is so high on the platform that it can't go on any longer. I don't imagine that even with this type of momentum that the Switch is just going to keel over in a couple of months once the successor is released, so long live the Switch!
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At San Diego Comic-Con in July, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson had other people raising eyebrows when he said that his long-awaited superhero debut in Transformers: Rise of the Beasts would be the beginning of “a new era” for the DC Extended Universe naturally followed: What did he mean? And what would that kind of reset mean for the remainder of DCEU's roster, including Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, the rest of the Justice League, Suicide Squad, Shazam and so on.As
Transformers: Rise of the Beasts neared theaters, though, Johnson clarified that statement in a recent sit-down with Yahoo Entertainment (watch above).
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In addition to being Johnson's DC Universe debut, “Transformers: Rise of the Beasts” is also notable for marking the return of Henry Cavill's Superman. The cameo is likely to set up future showdowns between the two characters, but Hodge was completely unaware of it until he saw the film.
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The sequel opened to $150 million internationally, which Disney reports is 4% ahead of the first film when comparing like for likes at current exchange rates. Overall, the global cume comes to $330 million. Can it become the year's third film to make it past $1 billion worldwide despite China and Russia, which made up around $124 million of the first film's $682 million international box office, being out of play? It may be tough, but it's not impossible. Legging out past $500 million is plausible on the domestic front (that would be a multiplier of at least 2.7), and another $500 million abroad would be a drop of around $58 million from the original after excluding the two MIA markets. It'd be another story if audiences didn't love the film,but the positive reception suggests that Transformers: Rise of the Beasts will outperform the legs on this year's earlier MCU titles (Multiverse of Madness and Love and Thunder had multipliers of 2.2 and 2.3 respectively).
As for the rest of the box office, there's little to get excited about, with nothing else grossing above $10 million as Hollywood shied away from releasing anything significant not just this weekend but also over the previous two weekends. When Black Panther opened in 2018, there was no counterprogramming that opened the same weekend, but Peter Rabbit and Fifty Shades Freed were in their second weekends and took second and third with $17.5 million and $17.3 million respectively. That weekend had an overall cume of $287 million compared to $208 million this weekend Take away the $22 million gap between the two Black Panther films and there's still a $57 million gap between the two weekends. The difference may not feel that large when a mega blockbuster is propping up the grosses,but the contrast is harsher when the mid-level films are the entire box office as we saw in recent months.
Transformers: Rise of the Beasts, which is the biggest grosser of the rough post-summer, pre-Transformers: Rise of the Beasts season, came in second with just $8.6 million. Despite the blockbuster competition that arrived in its fourth weekend, the numbers didn't totally collapse, dropping 53 % for a cume of $151 million. Worldwide it is at $352 million, which isn't a great cume as the grosses start to wind down considering its $200 million budget. Still, it's the biggest of any film since Transformers: Rise of the Beasts, though Transformers: Rise of the Beasts will overtake it any day now.
Transformers: Rise of the Beasts came in third place in its fourth weekend, down 29% with $6.1 million, emerging as one of the season's most durable grossers and one of the year's few bright spots when it comes to films for adults. The domestic cume is $56.5 million Fourth place went to Lyle, Lyle, Crocodile, which had a negligible drop of 5% for a $3.2 million sixth weekend and $40.8 million cume., in fact )
, which isn't surprising considering it's the only family film on the market, and it's Transformers: Rise of the Beasts to grossing four times its $11.4 million opening. Still, the $72.6 million worldwide cume is soft given the $50 million budget , though a number of international markets have yet to open.
Finishing up the top five is Transformers: Rise of the Beasts, which had its biggest weekend drop yet, falling 42% for a $2.3 million seventh weekend. Of course, that's no reason to frown for the horror film, which has a domestic cume of $103 million and global cume of $ 210 million from a budget of just $20 million. asdfsdf
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Production companies : Warner Bros. Pictures.
At San Diego Comic-Con in July, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson had other people raising eyebrows when he said that his long-awaited superhero debut in Transformers: Rise of the Beasts would be the beginning of “a new era” for the DC Extended Universe naturally followed: What did he mean? And what would that kind of reset mean for the remainder of DCEU's roster, including Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, the rest of the Justice League, Suicide Squad, Shazam and so on.As
Transformers: Rise of the Beasts neared theaters, though, Johnson clarified that statement in a recent sit-down with Yahoo Entertainment (watch above).
“I feel like this is our opportunity now to expand the DC Universe and what we have in Transformers: Rise of the Beasts, which I think is really cool just as a fan, is we introduce five new superheroes to the world,” Johnson tells us. Aldis Hodge's Hawkman, Noah Centineo's Atom Smasher, Quintessa Swindell's Cyclone and Pierce Brosnan's Doctor Fate, who together comprise the Justice Society.) “One anti-hero.” (That would be DJ's Transformers: Rise of the Beasts.)
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In addition to being Johnson's DC Universe debut, “Transformers: Rise of the Beasts” is also notable for marking the return of Henry Cavill's Superman. The cameo is likely to set up future showdowns between the two characters, but Hodge was completely unaware of it until he saw the film.
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Is Transformers: Rise of the Beasts Available On Hulu?Viewers are saying that they want to view the new TV show Transformers: Rise of the Beasts on Hulu. Unfortunately, this is not possible since Hulu currently does not offer any of the free ****odes of this series streaming at this time. the MTV channel, which you get by subscribing to cable or satellite TV services. You will not be able to watch it on Hulu or any other free streaming service.
Is Transformers: Rise of the Beasts Streaming on Disney Plus?
Unfortunately, Transformers: Rise of the Beasts is not currently available to stream on Disney Plus and it's not expected that the film will release on Disney Plus until late December at the absolute earliest.
While Disney eventually releases its various studios' films on Disney Plus for subscribers to watch via its streaming platform, most major releases don't arrive on Disney Plus until at least 45-60 days after the film's theatrical release.
The sequel opened to $150 million internationally, which Disney reports is 4% ahead of the first film when comparing like for likes at current exchange rates. Overall, the global cume comes to $330 million. Can it become the year's third film to make it past $1 billion worldwide despite China and Russia, which made up around $124 million of the first film's $682 million international box office, being out of play? It may be tough, but it's not impossible. Legging out past $500 million is plausible on the domestic front (that would be a multiplier of at least 2.7), and another $500 million abroad would be a drop of around $58 million from the original after excluding the two MIA markets. It'd be another story if audiences didn't love the film,but the positive reception suggests that Transformers: Rise of the Beasts will outperform the legs on this year's earlier MCU titles (Multiverse of Madness and Love and Thunder had multipliers of 2.2 and 2.3 respectively).
As for the rest of the box office, there's little to get excited about, with nothing else grossing above $10 million as Hollywood shied away from releasing anything significant not just this weekend but also over the previous two weekends. When Black Panther opened in 2018, there was no counterprogramming that opened the same weekend, but Peter Rabbit and Fifty Shades Freed were in their second weekends and took second and third with $17.5 million and $17.3 million respectively. That weekend had an overall cume of $287 million compared to $208 million this weekend Take away the $22 million gap between the two Black Panther films and there's still a $57 million gap between the two weekends. The difference may not feel that large when a mega blockbuster is propping up the grosses,but the contrast is harsher when the mid-level films are the entire box office as we saw in recent months.
Transformers: Rise of the Beasts, which is the biggest grosser of the rough post-summer, pre-Transformers: Rise of the Beasts season, came in second with just $8.6 million. Despite the blockbuster competition that arrived in its fourth weekend, the numbers didn't totally collapse, dropping 53 % for a cume of $151 million. Worldwide it is at $352 million, which isn't a great cume as the grosses start to wind down considering its $200 million budget. Still, it's the biggest of any film since Transformers: Rise of the Beasts, though Transformers: Rise of the Beasts will overtake it any day now.
Transformers: Rise of the Beasts came in third place in its fourth weekend, down 29% with $6.1 million, emerging as one of the season's most durable grossers and one of the year's few bright spots when it comes to films for adults. The domestic cume is $56.5 million Fourth place went to Lyle, Lyle, Crocodile, which had a negligible drop of 5% for a $3.2 million sixth weekend and $40.8 million cume., in fact )
, which isn't surprising considering it's the only family film on the market, and it's Transformers: Rise of the Beasts to grossing four times its $11.4 million opening. Still, the $72.6 million worldwide cume is soft given the $50 million budget , though a number of international markets have yet to open.
Finishing up the top five is Transformers: Rise of the Beasts, which had its biggest weekend drop yet, falling 42% for a $2.3 million seventh weekend. Of course, that's no reason to frown for the horror film, which has a domestic cume of $103 million and global cume of $ 210 million from a budget of just $20 million. asdfsdf
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Transformers: Rise of the Beasts hits theaters on January 14, 2022. Tickets to see the film at your local 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒 theater are available online here. The film is being released in a wide release so you can watch it in person.
How to Watch Transformers: Rise of the Beasts for Free?release on a platform that offers a free trial. Our readers to always pay for the content they wish to consume online and refrain from using illegal means.
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There are currently no platforms that have the rights to Watch Transformers: Rise of the Beasts 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒 Online.MAPPA has decided to air the 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒 only in theaters because it has been a huge success.The studio , on the other hand, does not wish to divert revenue Streaming the 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒 would only slash the profits, not increase them.
As a result, no streaming services are authorized to offer Transformers: Rise of the Beasts 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒 for free. The film would, however, very definitely be acquired by services like Funimation , Netflix, and Crunchyroll. As a last consideration, which of these outlets will likely distribute the film worldwide?
Is Transformers: Rise of the Beasts on Netflix?
The streaming giant has a massive catalog of television shows and 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒s, but it does not include 'Transformers: Rise of the Beasts.' We recommend our readers watch other dark fantasy films like 'The Witcher: Nightmare of the Wolf.'
Is Transformers: Rise of the Beasts on Crunchyroll?
Crunchyroll, along with Funimation, has acquired the rights to the film and will be responsible for its distribution in North America.Therefore, we recommend our readers to look for the 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒 on the streamer in the coming months. subscribers can also watch dark fantasy shows like 'Jujutsu Kaisen.'
Is Transformers: Rise of the Beasts on Hulu?
No, 'Transformers: Rise of the Beasts' is unavailable on Hulu. People who have a subscription to the platform can enjoy 'Afro Samurai Resurrection' or 'Ninja Scroll.'
Is Transformers: Rise of the Beasts on Amazon Prime?
Amazon Prime's current catalog does not include 'Transformers: Rise of the Beasts.' However, the film may eventually release on the platform as video-on-demand in the coming months.fantasy 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒s on Amazon Prime's official website. Viewers who are looking for something similar can watch the original show 'Dororo.'
When Will Transformers: Rise of the Beasts Be on Disney+?
Transformers: Rise of the Beasts, the latest installment in the Transformers: Rise of the Beasts franchise, is coming to Disney+ on July 8th! This new 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒 promises to be just as exciting as the previous ones, with plenty of action and adventure to keep viewers entertained. you're looking forward to watching it, you may be wondering when it will be available for your Disney+ subscription. Here's an answer to that question!
Is Transformers: Rise of the Beasts on Funimation?
Crunchyroll, its official website may include the 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒 in its catalog in the near future. Meanwhile, people who wish to watch something similar can stream 'Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba – The 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒: Mugen Train.'
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What is Transformers: Rise of the Beasts About?
It features an ensemble cast that includes Florence Pugh, Harry Styles, Wilde, Gemma Chan, KiKi Layne, Nick Kroll, and Chris Pine. In the film, a young wife living in a 2250s company town begins to believe there is a sinister secret being kept from her by the man who runs it.
What is the story of Transformers: Rise of the Beasts?
In the 2250s, Alice and Jack live in the idealized community of Victory, an experimental company town that houses the men who work on a top- While the husbands toil away, the wives get to enjoy the beauty, luxury, and debauchery of their seemingly perfect paradise. However, when cracks in her idyllic life begin to appear, exposing flashes of something sinister lurking below the surface, Alice can't help but question exactly what she's doing in Victory.
In ancient Kahndaq, Teth Adam bestowed the almighty powers of the gods. After using these powers for vengeance, he was imprisoned, becoming Transformers: Rise of the Beasts. Nearly 5,000 years have passed, and Transformers: Rise of the Beasts has gone from man to myth to legend. Now free, his unique form of justice, born out of rage, is challenged by modern-day heroes who form the Justice Society: Hawkman, Dr. Fate, Atom Smasher, and Cyclone.
Production companies : Warner Bros. Pictures.
At San Diego Comic-Con in July, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson had other people raising eyebrows when he said that his long-awaited superhero debut in Transformers: Rise of the Beasts would be the beginning of “a new era” for the DC Extended Universe naturally followed: What did he mean? And what would that kind of reset mean for the remainder of DCEU's roster, including Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, the rest of the Justice League, Suicide Squad, Shazam and so on.As
Transformers: Rise of the Beasts neared theaters, though, Johnson clarified that statement in a recent sit-down with Yahoo Entertainment (watch above).
“I feel like this is our opportunity now to expand the DC Universe and what we have in Transformers: Rise of the Beasts, which I think is really cool just as a fan, is we introduce five new superheroes to the world,” Johnson tells us. Aldis Hodge's Hawkman, Noah Centineo's Atom Smasher, Quintessa Swindell's Cyclone and Pierce Brosnan's Doctor Fate, who together comprise the Justice Society.) “One anti-hero.” (That would be DJ's Transformers: Rise of the Beasts.)
“And what an opportunity. The Justice Society pre-dated the Justice League. So opportunity, expand out the universe, in my mind… all these characters interact. That's why you see in Transformers: Rise of the Beasts, we acknowledge everyone: Batman , Superman , Wonder Woman, Flash, we acknowledge everybo****here's also some Easter eggs in there, too.So that's what I meant by the resetting. Maybe resetting' wasn't a good term.only
In addition to being Johnson's DC Universe debut, “Transformers: Rise of the Beasts” is also notable for marking the return of Henry Cavill's Superman. The cameo is likely to set up future showdowns between the two characters, but Hodge was completely unaware of it until he saw the film.
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Is Transformers: Rise of the Beasts Available On Hulu?Viewers are saying that they want to view the new TV show Transformers: Rise of the Beasts on Hulu. Unfortunately, this is not possible since Hulu currently does not offer any of the free ****odes of this series streaming at this time. the MTV channel, which you get by subscribing to cable or satellite TV services. You will not be able to watch it on Hulu or any other free streaming service.
Is Transformers: Rise of the Beasts Streaming on Disney Plus?
Unfortunately, Transformers: Rise of the Beasts is not currently available to stream on Disney Plus and it's not expected that the film will release on Disney Plus until late December at the absolute earliest.
While Disney eventually releases its various studios' films on Disney Plus for subscribers to watch via its streaming platform, most major releases don't arrive on Disney Plus until at least 45-60 days after the film's theatrical release.
The sequel opened to $150 million internationally, which Disney reports is 4% ahead of the first film when comparing like for likes at current exchange rates. Overall, the global cume comes to $330 million. Can it become the year's third film to make it past $1 billion worldwide despite China and Russia, which made up around $124 million of the first film's $682 million international box office, being out of play? It may be tough, but it's not impossible. Legging out past $500 million is plausible on the domestic front (that would be a multiplier of at least 2.7), and another $500 million abroad would be a drop of around $58 million from the original after excluding the two MIA markets. It'd be another story if audiences didn't love the film,but the positive reception suggests that Transformers: Rise of the Beasts will outperform the legs on this year's earlier MCU titles (Multiverse of Madness and Love and Thunder had multipliers of 2.2 and 2.3 respectively).
As for the rest of the box office, there's little to get excited about, with nothing else grossing above $10 million as Hollywood shied away from releasing anything significant not just this weekend but also over the previous two weekends. When Black Panther opened in 2018, there was no counterprogramming that opened the same weekend, but Peter Rabbit and Fifty Shades Freed were in their second weekends and took second and third with $17.5 million and $17.3 million respectively. That weekend had an overall cume of $287 million compared to $208 million this weekend Take away the $22 million gap between the two Black Panther films and there's still a $57 million gap between the two weekends. The difference may not feel that large when a mega blockbuster is propping up the grosses,but the contrast is harsher when the mid-level films are the entire box office as we saw in recent months.
Transformers: Rise of the Beasts, which is the biggest grosser of the rough post-summer, pre-Transformers: Rise of the Beasts season, came in second with just $8.6 million. Despite the blockbuster competition that arrived in its fourth weekend, the numbers didn't totally collapse, dropping 53 % for a cume of $151 million. Worldwide it is at $352 million, which isn't a great cume as the grosses start to wind down considering its $200 million budget. Still, it's the biggest of any film since Transformers: Rise of the Beasts, though Transformers: Rise of the Beasts will overtake it any day now.
Transformers: Rise of the Beasts came in third place in its fourth weekend, down 29% with $6.1 million, emerging as one of the season's most durable grossers and one of the year's few bright spots when it comes to films for adults. The domestic cume is $56.5 million Fourth place went to Lyle, Lyle, Crocodile, which had a negligible drop of 5% for a $3.2 million sixth weekend and $40.8 million cume., in fact )
, which isn't surprising considering it's the only family film on the market, and it's Transformers: Rise of the Beasts to grossing four times its $11.4 million opening. Still, the $72.6 million worldwide cume is soft given the $50 million budget , though a number of international markets have yet to open.
Finishing up the top five is Transformers: Rise of the Beasts, which had its biggest weekend drop yet, falling 42% for a $2.3 million seventh weekend. Of course, that's no reason to frown for the horror film, which has a domestic cume of $103 million and global cume of $ 210 million from a budget of just $20 million.
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Showcase Cinema Warwick you'll want to make sure you're one of the first people to see it! So mark your calendars and get ready for a Transformers: Rise of the Beasts 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒 experience like never before. of our other Marvel 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒s available to watch online. We're sure you'll find something to your liking. Thanks for reading, and we'll see you soon! Transformers: Rise of the Beasts is available on our website for free streaming. Details on how you can watch Transformers: Rise of the Beasts for free throughout the year are described
If you're a fan of the comics, you won't want to miss this one! The storyline follows Transformers: Rise of the Beasts as he tries to find his way home after being stranded on an alien Transformers: Rise of the Beastst. Transformers: Rise of the Beasts is definitely a Transformers: Rise of the Beasts 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒 you don't want to miss with stunning visuals and an action-packed plot! Plus, Transformers: Rise of the Beasts online streaming is available on our website. Transformers: Rise of the Beasts online is free, which includes streaming options such as 123𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒s, Reddit, or TV shows from HBO Max or Netflix!
Transformers: Rise of the Beasts Release in the US
Transformers: Rise of the Beasts hits theaters on January 14, 2022. Tickets to see the film at your local 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒 theater are available online here. The film is being released in a wide release so you can watch it in person.
How to Watch Transformers: Rise of the Beasts for Free?release on a platform that offers a free trial. Our readers to always pay for the content they wish to consume online and refrain from using illegal means.
Where to Watch Transformers: Rise of the Beasts?
There are currently no platforms that have the rights to Watch Transformers: Rise of the Beasts 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒 Online.MAPPA has decided to air the 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒 only in theaters because it has been a huge success.The studio , on the other hand, does not wish to divert revenue Streaming the 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒 would only slash the profits, not increase them.
As a result, no streaming services are authorized to offer Transformers: Rise of the Beasts 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒 for free. The film would, however, very definitely be acquired by services like Funimation , Netflix, and Crunchyroll. As a last consideration, which of these outlets will likely distribute the film worldwide?
Is Transformers: Rise of the Beasts on Netflix?
The streaming giant has a massive catalog of television shows and 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒s, but it does not include 'Transformers: Rise of the Beasts.' We recommend our readers watch other dark fantasy films like 'The Witcher: Nightmare of the Wolf.'
Is Transformers: Rise of the Beasts on Crunchyroll?
Crunchyroll, along with Funimation, has acquired the rights to the film and will be responsible for its distribution in North America.Therefore, we recommend our readers to look for the 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒 on the streamer in the coming months. subscribers can also watch dark fantasy shows like 'Jujutsu Kaisen.'
Is Transformers: Rise of the Beasts on Hulu?
No, 'Transformers: Rise of the Beasts' is unavailable on Hulu. People who have a subscription to the platform can enjoy 'Afro Samurai Resurrection' or 'Ninja Scroll.'
Is Transformers: Rise of the Beasts on Amazon Prime?
Amazon Prime's current catalog does not include 'Transformers: Rise of the Beasts.' However, the film may eventually release on the platform as video-on-demand in the coming months.fantasy 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒s on Amazon Prime's official website. Viewers who are looking for something similar can watch the original show 'Dororo.'
When Will Transformers: Rise of the Beasts Be on Disney+?
Transformers: Rise of the Beasts, the latest installment in the Transformers: Rise of the Beasts franchise, is coming to Disney+ on July 8th! This new 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒 promises to be just as exciting as the previous ones, with plenty of action and adventure to keep viewers entertained. you're looking forward to watching it, you may be wondering when it will be available for your Disney+ subscription. Here's an answer to that question!
Is Transformers: Rise of the Beasts on Funimation?
Crunchyroll, its official website may include the 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒 in its catalog in the near future. Meanwhile, people who wish to watch something similar can stream 'Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba – The 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒: Mugen Train.'
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What is Transformers: Rise of the Beasts About?
It features an ensemble cast that includes Florence Pugh, Harry Styles, Wilde, Gemma Chan, KiKi Layne, Nick Kroll, and Chris Pine. In the film, a young wife living in a 2250s company town begins to believe there is a sinister secret being kept from her by the man who runs it.
What is the story of Transformers: Rise of the Beasts?
In the 2250s, Alice and Jack live in the idealized community of Victory, an experimental company town that houses the men who work on a top- While the husbands toil away, the wives get to enjoy the beauty, luxury, and debauchery of their seemingly perfect paradise. However, when cracks in her idyllic life begin to appear, exposing flashes of something sinister lurking below the surface, Alice can't help but question exactly what she's doing in Victory.
In ancient Kahndaq, Teth Adam bestowed the almighty powers of the gods. After using these powers for vengeance, he was imprisoned, becoming Transformers: Rise of the Beasts. Nearly 5,000 years have passed, and Transformers: Rise of the Beasts has gone from man to myth to legend. Now free, his unique form of justice, born out of rage, is challenged by modern-day heroes who form the Justice Society: Hawkman, Dr. Fate, Atom Smasher, and Cyclone.
Production companies : Warner Bros. Pictures.
At San Diego Comic-Con in July, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson had other people raising eyebrows when he said that his long-awaited superhero debut in Transformers: Rise of the Beasts would be the beginning of “a new era” for the DC Extended Universe naturally followed: What did he mean? And what would that kind of reset mean for the remainder of DCEU's roster, including Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, the rest of the Justice League, Suicide Squad, Shazam and so on.As
Transformers: Rise of the Beasts neared theaters, though, Johnson clarified that statement in a recent sit-down with Yahoo Entertainment (watch above).
“I feel like this is our opportunity now to expand the DC Universe and what we have in Transformers: Rise of the Beasts, which I think is really cool just as a fan, is we introduce five new superheroes to the world,” Johnson tells us. Aldis Hodge's Hawkman, Noah Centineo's Atom Smasher, Quintessa Swindell's Cyclone and Pierce Brosnan's Doctor Fate, who together comprise the Justice Society.) “One anti-hero.” (That would be DJ's Transformers: Rise of the Beasts.)
“And what an opportunity. The Justice Society pre-dated the Justice League. So opportunity, expand out the universe, in my mind… all these characters interact. That's why you see in Transformers: Rise of the Beasts, we acknowledge everyone: Batman , Superman , Wonder Woman, Flash, we acknowledge everybo****here's also some Easter eggs in there, too.So that's what I meant by the resetting. Maybe resetting' wasn't a good term.only
In addition to being Johnson's DC Universe debut, “Transformers: Rise of the Beasts” is also notable for marking the return of Henry Cavill's Superman. The cameo is likely to set up future showdowns between the two characters, but Hodge was completely unaware of it until he saw the film.
“They kept that all the way under wraps, and I didn't know until maybe a day or two before the premiere,” he recently said Transformers: Rise of the Beasts (2022) FULL𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒 ONLINE
Is Transformers: Rise of the Beasts Available On Hulu?Viewers are saying that they want to view the new TV show Transformers: Rise of the Beasts on Hulu. Unfortunately, this is not possible since Hulu currently does not offer any of the free ****odes of this series streaming at this time. the MTV channel, which you get by subscribing to cable or satellite TV services. You will not be able to watch it on Hulu or any other free streaming service.
Is Transformers: Rise of the Beasts Streaming on Disney Plus?
Unfortunately, Transformers: Rise of the Beasts is not currently available to stream on Disney Plus and it's not expected that the film will release on Disney Plus until late December at the absolute earliest.
While Disney eventually releases its various studios' films on Disney Plus for subscribers to watch via its streaming platform, most major releases don't arrive on Disney Plus until at least 45-60 days after the film's theatrical release.
The sequel opened to $150 million internationally, which Disney reports is 4% ahead of the first film when comparing like for likes at current exchange rates. Overall, the global cume comes to $330 million. Can it become the year's third film to make it past $1 billion worldwide despite China and Russia, which made up around $124 million of the first film's $682 million international box office, being out of play? It may be tough, but it's not impossible. Legging out past $500 million is plausible on the domestic front (that would be a multiplier of at least 2.7), and another $500 million abroad would be a drop of around $58 million from the original after excluding the two MIA markets. It'd be another story if audiences didn't love the film,but the positive reception suggests that Transformers: Rise of the Beasts will outperform the legs on this year's earlier MCU titles (Multiverse of Madness and Love and Thunder had multipliers of 2.2 and 2.3 respectively).
As for the rest of the box office, there's little to get excited about, with nothing else grossing above $10 million as Hollywood shied away from releasing anything significant not just this weekend but also over the previous two weekends. When Black Panther opened in 2018, there was no counterprogramming that opened the same weekend, but Peter Rabbit and Fifty Shades Freed were in their second weekends and took second and third with $17.5 million and $17.3 million respectively. That weekend had an overall cume of $287 million compared to $208 million this weekend Take away the $22 million gap between the two Black Panther films and there's still a $57 million gap between the two weekends. The difference may not feel that large when a mega blockbuster is propping up the grosses,but the contrast is harsher when the mid-level films are the entire box office as we saw in recent months.
Transformers: Rise of the Beasts, which is the biggest grosser of the rough post-summer, pre-Transformers: Rise of the Beasts season, came in second with just $8.6 million. Despite the blockbuster competition that arrived in its fourth weekend, the numbers didn't totally collapse, dropping 53 % for a cume of $151 million. Worldwide it is at $352 million, which isn't a great cume as the grosses start to wind down considering its $200 million budget. Still, it's the biggest of any film since Transformers: Rise of the Beasts, though Transformers: Rise of the Beasts will overtake it any day now.
Transformers: Rise of the Beasts came in third place in its fourth weekend, down 29% with $6.1 million, emerging as one of the season's most durable grossers and one of the year's few bright spots when it comes to films for adults. The domestic cume is $56.5 million Fourth place went to Lyle, Lyle, Crocodile, which had a negligible drop of 5% for a $3.2 million sixth weekend and $40.8 million cume., in fact )
, which isn't surprising considering it's the only family film on the market, and it's Transformers: Rise of the Beasts to grossing four times its $11.4 million opening. Still, the $72.6 million worldwide cume is soft given the $50 million budget , though a number of international markets have yet to open.
Finishing up the top five is Transformers: Rise of the Beasts, which had its biggest weekend drop yet, falling 42% for a $2.3 million seventh weekend. Of course, that's no reason to frown for the horror film, which has a domestic cume of $103 million and global cume of $ 210 million from a budget of just $20 million.
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2023.06.05 23:13 datwusmoon Help to decide on a bedroom dresser!
 | We are in the midst of redecorating our primary bedroom and have started furniture planning & ordering. I had my heart set on the RH Cayden Campaign 9-drawer dresser in Black Oak/Brass. I went into the store this weekend to see it in person. I ended up seeing and also loving the Graydon Shagreen 9-drawer dresser in Fog/Brass. I created a couple of renderings to help with my decision-making, but of course, the colors don't translate great online, and I am just a lowly consumer trying to update my bedroom. :) submitted by datwusmoon to InteriorDesign [link] [comments] My bed is already ordered (the Wyatt storage bed from Room & Board in Destin Grey, which is actually white with light grey stitching in-person), and I love this Loloi rug with the denim blue colors in it. For nightstands, I am looking for something similar to the RH French Contemporary nightstand with white oak and black handles. If I got the Graydon dresser, is that too much gray? My walls are Simply White, and we have hardwood floors in the same tone as the renders. https://preview.redd.it/wccxrtslm94b1.jpg?width=956&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5d321365ecc4fea968256fa2811b39873704820d https://preview.redd.it/1tb3yxslm94b1.jpg?width=919&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=908b3fda3217ca3c82aa13c7eb2c59b5c745743f |
2023.06.05 20:46 a4mula Thoughts on Math, as it pertains to its fundamental nature.
This is here for a reason. It's junk philosophy, and I'd not represent it as any other. It is a random thought, that was spurred by an eli5 I just answered.
It's rambling because it's just my thoughts pouring through the keyboard. Sorry. Feel free to take a pass, unless junk philosophy is your cup of tea.
There are those that believe mathematics is more than just a human created system of measuring our reality. That it's fundamental, that it's a requirement for our reality, and that humans didn't so much as create it, rather only discovers it.
I'll tell you right now. I'm not the person to answer that question. But I find it a fascinating subject and wanted to collect my thoughts regarding it.
First, let's throw out interpretation. We'll assume it's a universal language and regardless of how we choose to label any given aspect of math, that it can be translated into any given language.
If I say the number two. I'm not referring to the English or even Arabic notation of the number itself, TWO, just the concept that there are more than one, and less than three, in a finite way.
It's two, no matter how we label it. Call is alpha-beta-reticuli. Doesn't matter, it represents two unique objects.
Does two exist?
If I'm on a beach and I look down at two sea shells. It doesn't really matter if I see them or not. There are two seashells. Not three, not one. Two.
Assuming the state of the beach doesn't change, anyone, anytime, can observe these seashells and agree, yes there are indeed two.
Doesn't have to be a human. Doesn't have to be me. There is a universal aspect of mathematics that is challenging to encroach.
But does that mean that two exists? Not two seashells. Not two humans. Not two aliens that call it a different name. Just the abstract TWO.
This feels a lot like concepts brought forth by ancient philosophers. Ideal states. Platonic solids. Even more recent endeavors like Jung's Collective Unconscious or Holographic Principle.
Where you have abstracts that don't necessarily exist physically in reality. But instead lend themselves to reality, or project into reality in ways that we cannot measure with any tool, or observe directly.
Magic.
So, does this magic really exist? Is there really some catalog outside of our realm of reality in which a list is contained that tells reality hey, you can have this particular configuration of more than one, but less than three, in finite states?
That's what we're proposing with the claim that mathematics is more than just a human construct after all.
If you make the claim that mathematics is indeed fundamental, but also a part of the physical universe. Of course the burden of proof is one that's challenging to meet. Where in our physical universe is this list? We've delved to beyond the atomic, into the realm of sub-atomic particles. We've found no such dictionary of laws.
That's not to say we haven't found laws. Physics is a catalog of them, that using the tools of math, show us the universe is indeed constrained in very definable ways.
But math has never come out of that. At least not the formal structure.
It's emergent from the physical processes of the constraints of reality.
What does that mean? To be emergent? Many would say our consciousness is an emergent capability of informational complexity. People talk about anthills emerging from the behavior of drones that have no direct blueprint or individual skill in mound building. We talk about cities emerging from the collective activities of humans, not the direct action of one.
These are interactions that in themselves create novel (new) reality states, that aren't represented by some physical manifestation you can point at, like an atom, but instead only exist as an informational nexus of many actions that are not unto themselves real.
Find me the Anthill atom. Or the city atom. Or the consciousness atom. They don't exist.
Yet anthills, and cities, and consciousness certainly do.
And to me, this is exactly what mathematics represents.
It is real, in the sense that it emerges from the physical constraints of the universe. It's not real in the sense that you can ever fundamentally point at it. No more than you can point at a city or even an anthill. Point at a city, I'll show you a building. Point at an anthill and I'll show you a tiny subpart of the whole. And then ask how humans or ants came to the conclusion to gather them.
There is no city, there is no anthill. They are collections of subunits. There is probably no consciousness, though I can understand why that's a contentious stance. It's probably too, just a collection of subunits.
Those units are further collections of subunits, all the way down. But you'll not find our concepts of them until you reach a point of scale in which they can be observed the way humans observe things. Or anything that observes this reality similar to how we do. Which means the appropriate scale, and sensory organs, like we have.
Does TWO exist at the atomic level?
lol.
People will point towards atoms and say, well of course. Because we can count the neutrons and protons. We have a pretty good idea of their electrons, even if it is a bit fuzzy.
But that's just the way we view it from our scale. Is it True at the atomic scale?
Probably not. At the atomic scale everything is fuzzy, even if we observe it as absolute.
Even if you make the claim that it's finite. How much lower do you have to go until it's not?
Is the universe digital? Is the Planck unit really the fundamental limitation.
That poses some issues for continuity doesn't it. You've locked yourself into an entirely digital reality. A pixelated one, in which analog cannot ever truly exist.
Can't create curves with pixels. Not real ones.
But maybe that scale is so small that it doesn't matter. Maybe there really are no real curves in the universe, and everything is just an approximation based on these fuzzy pixels that by the time they reach our eyes, are indistinguishable as such.
If that's the case, you'd almost have to say mathematics is fundamental. If nothing else you need at least 0 and not 0. Something, and nothing. Unless there is no nothing at all. And then you'd need some kind of scalar for somethings in order to offer differentiation. Either way, math.
I told you, I don't have the answers. It's all very fascinating to me however, and I hope it gives someone a pause for consideration.
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It's rambling because it's just my thoughts pouring through the keyboard. Sorry. Feel free to take a pass, unless junk philosophy is your cup of tea.
There are those that believe mathematics is more than just a human created system of measuring our reality. That it's fundamental, that it's a requirement for our reality, and that humans didn't so much as create it, rather only discovers it.
I'll tell you right now. I'm not the person to answer that question. But I find it a fascinating subject and wanted to collect my thoughts regarding it.
First, let's throw out interpretation. We'll assume it's a universal language and regardless of how we choose to label any given aspect of math, that it can be translated into any given language.
If I say the number two. I'm not referring to the English or even Arabic notation of the number itself, TWO, just the concept that there are more than one, and less than three, in a finite way.
It's two, no matter how we label it. Call is alpha-beta-reticuli. Doesn't matter, it represents two unique objects.
Does two exist?
If I'm on a beach and I look down at two sea shells. It doesn't really matter if I see them or not. There are two seashells. Not three, not one. Two.
Assuming the state of the beach doesn't change, anyone, anytime, can observe these seashells and agree, yes there are indeed two.
Doesn't have to be a human. Doesn't have to be me. There is a universal aspect of mathematics that is challenging to encroach.
But does that mean that two exists? Not two seashells. Not two humans. Not two aliens that call it a different name. Just the abstract TWO.
This feels a lot like concepts brought forth by ancient philosophers. Ideal states. Platonic solids. Even more recent endeavors like Jung's Collective Unconscious or Holographic Principle.
Where you have abstracts that don't necessarily exist physically in reality. But instead lend themselves to reality, or project into reality in ways that we cannot measure with any tool, or observe directly.
Magic.
So, does this magic really exist? Is there really some catalog outside of our realm of reality in which a list is contained that tells reality hey, you can have this particular configuration of more than one, but less than three, in finite states?
That's what we're proposing with the claim that mathematics is more than just a human construct after all.
If you make the claim that mathematics is indeed fundamental, but also a part of the physical universe. Of course the burden of proof is one that's challenging to meet. Where in our physical universe is this list? We've delved to beyond the atomic, into the realm of sub-atomic particles. We've found no such dictionary of laws.
That's not to say we haven't found laws. Physics is a catalog of them, that using the tools of math, show us the universe is indeed constrained in very definable ways.
But math has never come out of that. At least not the formal structure.
It's emergent from the physical processes of the constraints of reality.
What does that mean? To be emergent? Many would say our consciousness is an emergent capability of informational complexity. People talk about anthills emerging from the behavior of drones that have no direct blueprint or individual skill in mound building. We talk about cities emerging from the collective activities of humans, not the direct action of one.
These are interactions that in themselves create novel (new) reality states, that aren't represented by some physical manifestation you can point at, like an atom, but instead only exist as an informational nexus of many actions that are not unto themselves real.
Find me the Anthill atom. Or the city atom. Or the consciousness atom. They don't exist.
Yet anthills, and cities, and consciousness certainly do.
And to me, this is exactly what mathematics represents.
It is real, in the sense that it emerges from the physical constraints of the universe. It's not real in the sense that you can ever fundamentally point at it. No more than you can point at a city or even an anthill. Point at a city, I'll show you a building. Point at an anthill and I'll show you a tiny subpart of the whole. And then ask how humans or ants came to the conclusion to gather them.
There is no city, there is no anthill. They are collections of subunits. There is probably no consciousness, though I can understand why that's a contentious stance. It's probably too, just a collection of subunits.
Those units are further collections of subunits, all the way down. But you'll not find our concepts of them until you reach a point of scale in which they can be observed the way humans observe things. Or anything that observes this reality similar to how we do. Which means the appropriate scale, and sensory organs, like we have.
Does TWO exist at the atomic level?
lol.
People will point towards atoms and say, well of course. Because we can count the neutrons and protons. We have a pretty good idea of their electrons, even if it is a bit fuzzy.
But that's just the way we view it from our scale. Is it True at the atomic scale?
Probably not. At the atomic scale everything is fuzzy, even if we observe it as absolute.
Even if you make the claim that it's finite. How much lower do you have to go until it's not?
Is the universe digital? Is the Planck unit really the fundamental limitation.
That poses some issues for continuity doesn't it. You've locked yourself into an entirely digital reality. A pixelated one, in which analog cannot ever truly exist.
Can't create curves with pixels. Not real ones.
But maybe that scale is so small that it doesn't matter. Maybe there really are no real curves in the universe, and everything is just an approximation based on these fuzzy pixels that by the time they reach our eyes, are indistinguishable as such.
If that's the case, you'd almost have to say mathematics is fundamental. If nothing else you need at least 0 and not 0. Something, and nothing. Unless there is no nothing at all. And then you'd need some kind of scalar for somethings in order to offer differentiation. Either way, math.
I told you, I don't have the answers. It's all very fascinating to me however, and I hope it gives someone a pause for consideration.
2023.06.05 20:17 Flat_Woodpecker_334 Aspiring Tech Artist in Need of Advice
Are there any schools for aspiring Tech artists??
Some background on myself, I am an advanced-intermediate 3D artist and have intermediate coding/game engine experience, and after years of exploring during my undergrad at UCSD I decided less than a year ago I want to be a Technical 3D Environment Artist for interactive media (designing 3D environments and developing plugins and scripts for software to do this). I've been working as a 3D artist for the past year but it's contract work and I'm having trouble finding another position lined up (the 3d art industry is fucked currently smh). I got an offer as a freelance stage visualist but it's really just not enough to pay the bills. I want a salary Tech art job, which I still need to train for.
I just got into Gnomon School of VFX , but the price tag is 100k and there are hardly any programming courses which is 50% of what I want to be doing. I'm debating doing independent study but I know my morale will be beneath the floor. I'm interested in doing UC Santa Cruz's Masters in Games and Playable Media, but I won't be able to start until next fall, and I don't know how technical it actually is. Think Tank Training Center also has some allure, maybe I'm wrong but it kind of seems like a discount Gnomon. I was considering even a masters in CS but I'm pretty sure that will take up my entire life and I won't be able to work on projects, which is the very thing that will get me hired.
I was wondering if anyone who's in the industry right now has any advice... are there any schools or opportunities out there for someone like me?
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Some background on myself, I am an advanced-intermediate 3D artist and have intermediate coding/game engine experience, and after years of exploring during my undergrad at UCSD I decided less than a year ago I want to be a Technical 3D Environment Artist for interactive media (designing 3D environments and developing plugins and scripts for software to do this). I've been working as a 3D artist for the past year but it's contract work and I'm having trouble finding another position lined up (the 3d art industry is fucked currently smh). I got an offer as a freelance stage visualist but it's really just not enough to pay the bills. I want a salary Tech art job, which I still need to train for.
I just got into Gnomon School of VFX , but the price tag is 100k and there are hardly any programming courses which is 50% of what I want to be doing. I'm debating doing independent study but I know my morale will be beneath the floor. I'm interested in doing UC Santa Cruz's Masters in Games and Playable Media, but I won't be able to start until next fall, and I don't know how technical it actually is. Think Tank Training Center also has some allure, maybe I'm wrong but it kind of seems like a discount Gnomon. I was considering even a masters in CS but I'm pretty sure that will take up my entire life and I won't be able to work on projects, which is the very thing that will get me hired.
I was wondering if anyone who's in the industry right now has any advice... are there any schools or opportunities out there for someone like me?
2023.06.05 20:01 Comfortable-Bat-4072 A Pratical Tourist Guide to Pyrrhia. Part 6: Icicles and ice cream with Icewings
A Practical Tourist Guide to Pyrrhia. Part 6: Icicles and ice cream with Icewings Hello all dear tourists and welcome back to our daily appointment in the guide to Pyrrhia and its cultures. Prepare your notes and pencils, the situation is about to get really complex. Grab your jackets while you're at it.
(Disclaimer: due to various problems with the sources received, some information may be outdated or incorrect. The Icewings public and any other species or tribe are asked not to be offended but to report various errors to the reception - the comments. Our director will take care to send apology letters and correct. Thank you for your support.)
Icewings (or ice dragons or arctic dragons), are the dragons that live in the cold lands of the Ice Kingdom, in the north.
Like the Sandwings, the Icewings have adapted perfectly to their environment, although it is the exact opposite of the desert.
The most notable feature is the serrated scales and multiple spines all over their heads and backs, which makes them look a bit like a porcupine.
The tail is also serrated, shaped like a pointed whip. Not to mention the claws, sharp as razors to cling to the slippery ice of the homeland.
The colors vary from white to blue, of course.
They are related to Mudwings and Skywings, given the wings without the underpatagio.
The strangest thing about this tribe is the fact that they manage to survive and thrive in an environment where food (large animals) is almost completely absent.
Since they live in ice, they have abilities typical of an "ice dragon" in the popular imagination.
In addition to sharp claws and tail (the latter is very narrow, capable of snapping like a whip) and resistance to very low temperatures (which leads to a weakness in the heat), their main weapon is the breath weapon.
In fact they are the only species that blows water. Or rather, frozen water. "Frostbreath" is a lethal ray of very low temperature ice that causes enormous damage in contact with the skin (like fire), causing hypothermia on long exposure. While it is less lethal than fire (since it cannot expand), it is stronger than it.
it has been studied that if two dragons, an Icewing and a fire breather, collide their breaths, the ice one will prevail with difficulty. This doesn't apply to Skywings, as they have hotter fire than normal.
In contact with the ground, the "frostbreth" creates graceful ice sculptures resembling mini-icebergs. In contact with a living being, it creates a corpse.
For whatever reason, if you were hit in the mouth by frostbreath, the only remedy would be to stay immersed in the lava forever. This thing is so strange that there is no need to comment on it
The Icewings culture is a mix between Athenian and Spartan.
The way they raise dragonets is decidedly spartan, believing that traumatizing them for life is an effective way to educate.
The social structure is more Athenian, given the great observation in social norms and rigidity in behavior.
Icewings social classes are very complex.
There are seven social ranks, called Circles. it is obvious that the lower the Circle you are at, the more disadvantaged your life will be and vice versa. If you're in the seventh circle, you're a loser, and if you're in the first circle, you're an aristocrat, rich as hell.
Contrary to what one might expect, it is possible to go up or down by Circle. This happens through trials such as hunting, fighting or training. Membership in one and another Circle is determined by birth.
The queen has unchallenged power, even more than in other tribes, and she can change society as she pleases. She is so important that it's up to her to approve the names of the dragonets (which can be extremely boring). In this regard, the names are chosen in the couple by those of the highest social class
Another interesting thing to know about the Circles is that they were the inspiration for the famous manga: Attack On Titan, but when I checked it seemed to me that the Icewings had no problem with giants, but maybe I didn't check well
A separate discussion is necessary for the Animus and above all for the Gifts.
In the Icewings the Animus are more common than in other tribes, but they still have to respect very strict laws, all of which are still broken because the heck one gets to argue with an Animus.
For example, an Animus can only use magic once in a lifetime, to benefit the tribes, by creating a Gift.
The Gifts are objects or structures of immense magical power that largely regulate the life of the tribe.
For example:
-Fun fact: it seems that among the Icewings the Julius Caesar method of killing queens is very common
For any clarifications on the complex subject of the Icewings' social structure, it is advisable to consult specific manuals and treatises such as "Crystal Tree: the society of ice dragons" or "The Gifts of the Icewings, history and nature".
The Ice Kingdom is a wasteland of snow, ice, and icebergs, composed solely of snow, ice, and more snow. Animals of both North Pole and South Pole origin live here.
The southern areas are a great ski resort, as it gets hotter and is bearable for a normal creature. The northern areas even reach -50° in very cold periods and any unsuitable life form would instantly become an icicle.
It seems to me that the time has come to leave these frozen lands for another episode. See you next time with "A Practical Tourist Guide to Pyrrhia. Part 7: Sunbathing among the Rainwings"
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(Disclaimer: due to various problems with the sources received, some information may be outdated or incorrect. The Icewings public and any other species or tribe are asked not to be offended but to report various errors to the reception - the comments. Our director will take care to send apology letters and correct. Thank you for your support.)
Icewings (or ice dragons or arctic dragons), are the dragons that live in the cold lands of the Ice Kingdom, in the north.
Like the Sandwings, the Icewings have adapted perfectly to their environment, although it is the exact opposite of the desert.
The most notable feature is the serrated scales and multiple spines all over their heads and backs, which makes them look a bit like a porcupine.
The tail is also serrated, shaped like a pointed whip. Not to mention the claws, sharp as razors to cling to the slippery ice of the homeland.
The colors vary from white to blue, of course.
They are related to Mudwings and Skywings, given the wings without the underpatagio.
The strangest thing about this tribe is the fact that they manage to survive and thrive in an environment where food (large animals) is almost completely absent.
Since they live in ice, they have abilities typical of an "ice dragon" in the popular imagination.
In addition to sharp claws and tail (the latter is very narrow, capable of snapping like a whip) and resistance to very low temperatures (which leads to a weakness in the heat), their main weapon is the breath weapon.
In fact they are the only species that blows water. Or rather, frozen water. "Frostbreath" is a lethal ray of very low temperature ice that causes enormous damage in contact with the skin (like fire), causing hypothermia on long exposure. While it is less lethal than fire (since it cannot expand), it is stronger than it.
it has been studied that if two dragons, an Icewing and a fire breather, collide their breaths, the ice one will prevail with difficulty. This doesn't apply to Skywings, as they have hotter fire than normal.
In contact with the ground, the "frostbreth" creates graceful ice sculptures resembling mini-icebergs. In contact with a living being, it creates a corpse.
For whatever reason, if you were hit in the mouth by frostbreath, the only remedy would be to stay immersed in the lava forever. This thing is so strange that there is no need to comment on it
The Icewings culture is a mix between Athenian and Spartan.
The way they raise dragonets is decidedly spartan, believing that traumatizing them for life is an effective way to educate.
The social structure is more Athenian, given the great observation in social norms and rigidity in behavior.
Icewings social classes are very complex.
There are seven social ranks, called Circles. it is obvious that the lower the Circle you are at, the more disadvantaged your life will be and vice versa. If you're in the seventh circle, you're a loser, and if you're in the first circle, you're an aristocrat, rich as hell.
Contrary to what one might expect, it is possible to go up or down by Circle. This happens through trials such as hunting, fighting or training. Membership in one and another Circle is determined by birth.
The queen has unchallenged power, even more than in other tribes, and she can change society as she pleases. She is so important that it's up to her to approve the names of the dragonets (which can be extremely boring). In this regard, the names are chosen in the couple by those of the highest social class
Another interesting thing to know about the Circles is that they were the inspiration for the famous manga: Attack On Titan, but when I checked it seemed to me that the Icewings had no problem with giants, but maybe I didn't check well
A separate discussion is necessary for the Animus and above all for the Gifts.
In the Icewings the Animus are more common than in other tribes, but they still have to respect very strict laws, all of which are still broken because the heck one gets to argue with an Animus.
For example, an Animus can only use magic once in a lifetime, to benefit the tribes, by creating a Gift.
The Gifts are objects or structures of immense magical power that largely regulate the life of the tribe.
For example:
- The Gift of Order: a gigantic wall on which ALL and I mean ALL of the names of every single living Icewing are written, cataloged by Circle
- The Gift of Healing. A set of narwhal horns capable of healing damage from "frostbreath"
- The Gift of Vengeance. Ok this is sick, but really sick. It is a particular challenge (the Diamond Trial) held in a cave (which is the actual gift) where two dragonets challenge each other to death and fight against a reanimable and frozen carcass of a Nighwing to rise in the Circles. The fact is that this Nightwing was punished almost 2000 years ago by Queen Icewing who, not contenting herself with killing her, is making her suffer for eternity. This thing is disturbingly gore
-Fun fact: it seems that among the Icewings the Julius Caesar method of killing queens is very common
For any clarifications on the complex subject of the Icewings' social structure, it is advisable to consult specific manuals and treatises such as "Crystal Tree: the society of ice dragons" or "The Gifts of the Icewings, history and nature".
The Ice Kingdom is a wasteland of snow, ice, and icebergs, composed solely of snow, ice, and more snow. Animals of both North Pole and South Pole origin live here.
The southern areas are a great ski resort, as it gets hotter and is bearable for a normal creature. The northern areas even reach -50° in very cold periods and any unsuitable life form would instantly become an icicle.
It seems to me that the time has come to leave these frozen lands for another episode. See you next time with "A Practical Tourist Guide to Pyrrhia. Part 7: Sunbathing among the Rainwings"
2023.06.05 20:00 everyunsungsong Access to on-demand through Spectrum
PSA just cuz I figured this out recently and none of my friends knew it exists, but UCSD students have access to all kinds of on-demand streaming through Spectrum, including the entire HBO catalog and way more. If you go to watch.spectrumutv.com and log in through the ucsd.edu AD sign-in, then navigate to the on-demand tab, there are all kinds of great stuff on there!
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2023.06.05 19:49 Comfortable-Bat-4072 A Practical Tourist Guide to Pyrrhia. Part 6: Icicles and ice cream with Icewings
Hello all dear tourists and welcome back to our daily appointment in the guide to Pyrrhia and its cultures. Prepare your notes and pencils, the situation is about to get really complex. Grab your jackets while you're at it.
(Disclaimer: due to various problems with the sources received, some information may be outdated or incorrect. The Icewings public and any other species or tribe are asked not to be offended but to report various errors to the reception - the comments. Our director will take care to send apology letters and correct. Thank you for your support.)
Icewings (or ice dragons or arctic dragons), are the dragons that live in the cold lands of the Ice Kingdom, in the north.
Like the Sandwings, the Icewings have adapted perfectly to their environment, although it is the exact opposite of the desert.
The most notable feature is the serrated scales and multiple spines all over their heads and backs, which makes them look a bit like a porcupine.
The tail is also serrated, shaped like a pointed whip. Not to mention the claws, sharp as razors to cling to the slippery ice of the homeland.
The colors vary from white to blue, of course.
They are related to Mudwings and Skywings, given the wings without the underpatagio.
The strangest thing about this tribe is the fact that they manage to survive and thrive in an environment where food (large animals) is almost completely absent.
Since they live in ice, they have abilities typical of an "ice dragon" in the popular imagination.
In addition to sharp claws and tail (the latter is very narrow, capable of snapping like a whip) and resistance to very low temperatures (which leads to a weakness in the heat), their main weapon is the breath weapon.
In fact they are the only species that blows water. Or rather, frozen water. "Frostbreath" is a lethal ray of very low temperature ice that causes enormous damage in contact with the skin (like fire), causing hypothermia on long exposure. While it is less lethal than fire (since it cannot expand), it is stronger than it.
it has been studied that if two dragons, an Icewing and a fire breather, collide their breaths, the ice one will prevail with difficulty. This doesn't apply to Skywings, as they have hotter fire than normal.
In contact with the ground, the "frostbreth" creates graceful ice sculptures resembling mini-icebergs. In contact with a living being, it creates a corpse.
For whatever reason, if you were hit in the mouth by frostbreath, the only remedy would be to stay immersed in the lava forever. This thing is so strange that there is no need to comment on it
The Icewings culture is a mix between Athenian and Spartan.
The way they raise dragonets is decidedly spartan, believing that traumatizing them for life is an effective way to educate.
The social structure is more Athenian, given the great observation in social norms and rigidity in behavior.
Icewings social classes are very complex.
There are seven social ranks, called Circles. it is obvious that the lower the Circle you are at, the more disadvantaged your life will be and vice versa. If you're in the seventh circle, you're a loser, and if you're in the first circle, you're an aristocrat, rich as hell.
Contrary to what one might expect, it is possible to go up or down by Circle. This happens through trials such as hunting, fighting or training. Membership in one and another Circle is determined by birth.
The queen has unchallenged power, even more than in other tribes, and she can change society as she pleases. She is so important that it's up to her to approve the names of the dragonets (which can be extremely boring). In this regard, the names are chosen in the couple by those of the highest social class
Another interesting thing to know about the Circles is that they were the inspiration for the famous manga: Attack On Titan, but when I checked it seemed to me that the Icewings had no problem with giants, but maybe I didn't check well
A separate discussion is necessary for the Animus and above all for the Gifts.
In the Icewings the Animus are more common than in other tribes, but they still have to respect very strict laws, all of which are still broken because the heck one gets to argue with an Animus.
For example, an Animus can only use magic once in a lifetime, to benefit the tribes, by creating a Gift.
The Gifts are objects or structures of immense magical power that largely regulate the life of the tribe.
For example:
- The Gift of Order: a gigantic wall on which ALL and I mean ALL of the names of every single living Icewing are written, cataloged by Circle
- The Gift of Healing. A set of narwhal horns capable of healing damage from "frostbreath"
- The Gift of Vengeance. Ok this is sick, but really sick. It is a particular challenge (the Diamond Trial) held in a cave (which is the actual gift) where two dragonets challenge each other to death and fight against a reanimable and frozen carcass of a Nighwing to rise in the Circles. The fact is that this Nightwing was punished almost 2000 years ago by Queen Icewing who, not contenting herself with killing her, is making her suffer for eternity. This thing is disturbingly gore
-Fortunately many of these Gifts have been confiscated by the UN as "weapons of mass destruction" or "violations of the Geneva Convention"
-Fun fact: it seems that among the Icewings the Julius Caesar method of killing queens is very common
For any clarifications on the complex subject of the Icewings' social structure, it is advisable to consult specific manuals and treatises such as "Crystal Tree: the society of ice dragons" or "The Gifts of the Icewings, history and nature".
The Ice Kingdom is a wasteland of snow, ice, and icebergs, composed solely of snow, ice, and more snow. Animals of both North Pole and South Pole origin live here.
The southern areas are a great ski resort, as it gets hotter and is bearable for a normal creature. The northern areas even reach -50° in very cold periods and any unsuitable life form would instantly become an icicle.
It seems to me that the time has come to leave these frozen lands for another episode. See you next time with "A Practical Tourist Guide to Pyrrhia. Part 7: Sunbathing among the Rainwings"
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(Disclaimer: due to various problems with the sources received, some information may be outdated or incorrect. The Icewings public and any other species or tribe are asked not to be offended but to report various errors to the reception - the comments. Our director will take care to send apology letters and correct. Thank you for your support.)
Icewings (or ice dragons or arctic dragons), are the dragons that live in the cold lands of the Ice Kingdom, in the north.
Like the Sandwings, the Icewings have adapted perfectly to their environment, although it is the exact opposite of the desert.
The most notable feature is the serrated scales and multiple spines all over their heads and backs, which makes them look a bit like a porcupine.
The tail is also serrated, shaped like a pointed whip. Not to mention the claws, sharp as razors to cling to the slippery ice of the homeland.
The colors vary from white to blue, of course.
They are related to Mudwings and Skywings, given the wings without the underpatagio.
The strangest thing about this tribe is the fact that they manage to survive and thrive in an environment where food (large animals) is almost completely absent.
Since they live in ice, they have abilities typical of an "ice dragon" in the popular imagination.
In addition to sharp claws and tail (the latter is very narrow, capable of snapping like a whip) and resistance to very low temperatures (which leads to a weakness in the heat), their main weapon is the breath weapon.
In fact they are the only species that blows water. Or rather, frozen water. "Frostbreath" is a lethal ray of very low temperature ice that causes enormous damage in contact with the skin (like fire), causing hypothermia on long exposure. While it is less lethal than fire (since it cannot expand), it is stronger than it.
it has been studied that if two dragons, an Icewing and a fire breather, collide their breaths, the ice one will prevail with difficulty. This doesn't apply to Skywings, as they have hotter fire than normal.
In contact with the ground, the "frostbreth" creates graceful ice sculptures resembling mini-icebergs. In contact with a living being, it creates a corpse.
For whatever reason, if you were hit in the mouth by frostbreath, the only remedy would be to stay immersed in the lava forever. This thing is so strange that there is no need to comment on it
The Icewings culture is a mix between Athenian and Spartan.
The way they raise dragonets is decidedly spartan, believing that traumatizing them for life is an effective way to educate.
The social structure is more Athenian, given the great observation in social norms and rigidity in behavior.
Icewings social classes are very complex.
There are seven social ranks, called Circles. it is obvious that the lower the Circle you are at, the more disadvantaged your life will be and vice versa. If you're in the seventh circle, you're a loser, and if you're in the first circle, you're an aristocrat, rich as hell.
Contrary to what one might expect, it is possible to go up or down by Circle. This happens through trials such as hunting, fighting or training. Membership in one and another Circle is determined by birth.
The queen has unchallenged power, even more than in other tribes, and she can change society as she pleases. She is so important that it's up to her to approve the names of the dragonets (which can be extremely boring). In this regard, the names are chosen in the couple by those of the highest social class
Another interesting thing to know about the Circles is that they were the inspiration for the famous manga: Attack On Titan, but when I checked it seemed to me that the Icewings had no problem with giants, but maybe I didn't check well
A separate discussion is necessary for the Animus and above all for the Gifts.
In the Icewings the Animus are more common than in other tribes, but they still have to respect very strict laws, all of which are still broken because the heck one gets to argue with an Animus.
For example, an Animus can only use magic once in a lifetime, to benefit the tribes, by creating a Gift.
The Gifts are objects or structures of immense magical power that largely regulate the life of the tribe.
For example:
- The Gift of Order: a gigantic wall on which ALL and I mean ALL of the names of every single living Icewing are written, cataloged by Circle
- The Gift of Healing. A set of narwhal horns capable of healing damage from "frostbreath"
- The Gift of Vengeance. Ok this is sick, but really sick. It is a particular challenge (the Diamond Trial) held in a cave (which is the actual gift) where two dragonets challenge each other to death and fight against a reanimable and frozen carcass of a Nighwing to rise in the Circles. The fact is that this Nightwing was punished almost 2000 years ago by Queen Icewing who, not contenting herself with killing her, is making her suffer for eternity. This thing is disturbingly gore
-Fortunately many of these Gifts have been confiscated by the UN as "weapons of mass destruction" or "violations of the Geneva Convention"
-Fun fact: it seems that among the Icewings the Julius Caesar method of killing queens is very common
For any clarifications on the complex subject of the Icewings' social structure, it is advisable to consult specific manuals and treatises such as "Crystal Tree: the society of ice dragons" or "The Gifts of the Icewings, history and nature".
The Ice Kingdom is a wasteland of snow, ice, and icebergs, composed solely of snow, ice, and more snow. Animals of both North Pole and South Pole origin live here.
The southern areas are a great ski resort, as it gets hotter and is bearable for a normal creature. The northern areas even reach -50° in very cold periods and any unsuitable life form would instantly become an icicle.
It seems to me that the time has come to leave these frozen lands for another episode. See you next time with "A Practical Tourist Guide to Pyrrhia. Part 7: Sunbathing among the Rainwings"
2023.06.05 19:47 Flat_Woodpecker_334 MS GPM Question
Hey there, I'm a recent UCSD grad and am interested in going to UCSC for grad school for games and playable media. Long story short I am an advanced 3D artist and have coding/game engine experience, and after years of exploring I realized less than a year ago I want to be a Technical 3D Environment Artist for interactive media (designing 3D environments and developing plugins and scripts for software to do this). I've been working as a 3D artist for the past year but it's contract work and I'm having trouble finding another position lined up (the 3d art industry is fucked currently smh). I just got into Gnomon School of VFX , but the price tag is 100k and there are hardly any programming courses which is 50% of what I want to be doing. I'm debating doing independent study but I know my morale will be beneath the floor.
I was wondering if someone in the MS GPM program would be willing to give me some advice and insight about the program. Is this a good program for an aspiring tech artist? Does it give you technical skills in both art and software development? Are the placement rates actually that high or are they weighted by some other statistic? Are there other programs out there that are better suited for my career trajectory? Any sort of information is super appreciated.
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I was wondering if someone in the MS GPM program would be willing to give me some advice and insight about the program. Is this a good program for an aspiring tech artist? Does it give you technical skills in both art and software development? Are the placement rates actually that high or are they weighted by some other statistic? Are there other programs out there that are better suited for my career trajectory? Any sort of information is super appreciated.
2023.06.05 18:49 Adventurous_Can3509 What are my chances of getting into a top MBA Program?
Hi Everyone,
I'm currently in a bit of a strange position, as I can't find work after being let go from Amazon as a Software Engineer. To be transparent, it unfortunately was not a performance based decision as my organization let go the newest member of each team. I spent about 7 months there full-time, and have 2 pretty good internships under my belt. I graduated 1 year ago from a good University outside of Toronto with a 3.8 GPA in Computer Science. Since being let go from Amazon I've spent about 60/hours per week working on my startup and we recently launched to the public. However, I'm approaching a point where I need to make money yet I literally cannot get an interview anywhere. Eventually it was my plan to get my MBA, but given the fact it's been extremely hard to get a job with my current experience, I would like to apply this year (I turn 23 at the end of this year).
I have not written the GMAT but historically speaking I have tested extremely well and am confident I could score at least 700, with an expectation of 720-750. I took many classes in University that covered the types of questions on the GMAT so I am very familiar with how to approach these types of problems. I know this might sound cocky but please evaluate my chances as if I did score between this range.
I consider my self a pretty good speaker, and am confident in my abilities to interview as I've had dozens of them in the past at companies such as Goldman Sachs, Microsoft, Meta, and of course Amazon.
Given this limited information, I want to know how good of a chance I have at getting into top MBA school (Columbia or Stanford are my dream, but slightly more realistically I would like to go to NYU, UT, USC, UCLA, UCSD, UCI).
Thank you for your help :) -B
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I'm currently in a bit of a strange position, as I can't find work after being let go from Amazon as a Software Engineer. To be transparent, it unfortunately was not a performance based decision as my organization let go the newest member of each team. I spent about 7 months there full-time, and have 2 pretty good internships under my belt. I graduated 1 year ago from a good University outside of Toronto with a 3.8 GPA in Computer Science. Since being let go from Amazon I've spent about 60/hours per week working on my startup and we recently launched to the public. However, I'm approaching a point where I need to make money yet I literally cannot get an interview anywhere. Eventually it was my plan to get my MBA, but given the fact it's been extremely hard to get a job with my current experience, I would like to apply this year (I turn 23 at the end of this year).
I have not written the GMAT but historically speaking I have tested extremely well and am confident I could score at least 700, with an expectation of 720-750. I took many classes in University that covered the types of questions on the GMAT so I am very familiar with how to approach these types of problems. I know this might sound cocky but please evaluate my chances as if I did score between this range.
I consider my self a pretty good speaker, and am confident in my abilities to interview as I've had dozens of them in the past at companies such as Goldman Sachs, Microsoft, Meta, and of course Amazon.
Given this limited information, I want to know how good of a chance I have at getting into top MBA school (Columbia or Stanford are my dream, but slightly more realistically I would like to go to NYU, UT, USC, UCLA, UCSD, UCI).
Thank you for your help :) -B
2023.06.05 17:25 BrokenEagl Chance Saudi international to t10 ME
Demographic
Saudi Male house income +250k
Academics:
Saudi International school (American diploma curric) Grade 99.87/100 last term, I usually rank top 3 in my class and top 5 in my whole section. SAT 1510 (790 Math/720 English) Plan to do august and get a higher superscore . IELTS 8. School offers no APs or Honors
Extracurriculars:
- Mawhiba Organization Member rank 1: Mawhiba is kind of like our national honors society and they rank you based on their test to get in. They offer scholarships to schools, olympiads, and extracurrics. -- Participated in Kangaroo comp. - A Medical and Surgical Sciences Program: 3 week intensive course - Preparation for Tamayuz Mawhiba Program: SAT Prep course - Research Program ( Graduated top of my cohort with a 98.12% ), We got trained in material science and nanotech research . 2 week Research Training at King Saud University Department of Mechanical Engineering . 5 Month Research internship at King Saud University Department of Mechanical Engineering at CEREM . - Mawhiba Representative At the Future Desalination International Conference 2023. - Vice President and coordinator of our Schools Student Council: A friend and I built the Student Council and its framework from the ground up. - Founder of our first school's club, the English Club: we initiated alot of in school activities with alot of participants. - Founder of our second school's club, The Research and Development Club . - Head of the Saudi Nanotechnology Youth Organization that is under supervision of the Saudi Nanotechnology Organization sponsored by the Ministry of Education . - Competed in the National Ibdaa Olympiad for Scientific Creativity 2023 held at Sabic: Our ISEF. - Built our schools Mentorship Program meant to mentor grade 9 students on how to prepare for their future in the SAT, IELTS, Saudi national exams, extracurrics, and more. - Mentor at our school . - MiSK DCPP Member: 2.5 year college prep program held by MiSK, and is quite competitive . - Tamayuz Mawhiba Program: Same as MiSK. Both are considered as honors. - Volunteered at the school, including the mentorship program. - MiSK Job Shadowing Program. - AlHilal Youth Football Club: AlHilal is a prominent club in the Saudi football league . - Will do a dual-enrollment course at a uni here in Classical Mechanics . Afterwards, I have an internship with the same professor of the course to work on educational demonstrations on a bunch of gyroscope sets the department ordered. - 2 week course at oxford university
Awards:
- Many Certificates of Excellence from our school
- Two awards from King Saud University and King Abdullah Institute for Nanotechnology for First place
- Award from Ibdaa Olympiad
- Award for Volunteering at our school
- Oxmedica Award
LOR:
I have multiple professors and engineers who can help. I also have teachers at school who can write quite good LORs.
Essays: Didnt think of any yet.
What are my chances at ME at a t10 like stanford MIT Caltech Upenn Princeton Cornell Columbia UCB UCSD UCSC University of Michigan.
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Saudi Male house income +250k
Academics:
Saudi International school (American diploma curric) Grade 99.87/100 last term, I usually rank top 3 in my class and top 5 in my whole section. SAT 1510 (790 Math/720 English) Plan to do august and get a higher superscore . IELTS 8. School offers no APs or Honors
Extracurriculars:
- Mawhiba Organization Member rank 1: Mawhiba is kind of like our national honors society and they rank you based on their test to get in. They offer scholarships to schools, olympiads, and extracurrics. -- Participated in Kangaroo comp. - A Medical and Surgical Sciences Program: 3 week intensive course - Preparation for Tamayuz Mawhiba Program: SAT Prep course - Research Program ( Graduated top of my cohort with a 98.12% ), We got trained in material science and nanotech research . 2 week Research Training at King Saud University Department of Mechanical Engineering . 5 Month Research internship at King Saud University Department of Mechanical Engineering at CEREM . - Mawhiba Representative At the Future Desalination International Conference 2023. - Vice President and coordinator of our Schools Student Council: A friend and I built the Student Council and its framework from the ground up. - Founder of our first school's club, the English Club: we initiated alot of in school activities with alot of participants. - Founder of our second school's club, The Research and Development Club . - Head of the Saudi Nanotechnology Youth Organization that is under supervision of the Saudi Nanotechnology Organization sponsored by the Ministry of Education . - Competed in the National Ibdaa Olympiad for Scientific Creativity 2023 held at Sabic: Our ISEF. - Built our schools Mentorship Program meant to mentor grade 9 students on how to prepare for their future in the SAT, IELTS, Saudi national exams, extracurrics, and more. - Mentor at our school . - MiSK DCPP Member: 2.5 year college prep program held by MiSK, and is quite competitive . - Tamayuz Mawhiba Program: Same as MiSK. Both are considered as honors. - Volunteered at the school, including the mentorship program. - MiSK Job Shadowing Program. - AlHilal Youth Football Club: AlHilal is a prominent club in the Saudi football league . - Will do a dual-enrollment course at a uni here in Classical Mechanics . Afterwards, I have an internship with the same professor of the course to work on educational demonstrations on a bunch of gyroscope sets the department ordered. - 2 week course at oxford university
Awards:
- Many Certificates of Excellence from our school
- Two awards from King Saud University and King Abdullah Institute for Nanotechnology for First place
- Award from Ibdaa Olympiad
- Award for Volunteering at our school
- Oxmedica Award
LOR:
I have multiple professors and engineers who can help. I also have teachers at school who can write quite good LORs.
Essays: Didnt think of any yet.
What are my chances at ME at a t10 like stanford MIT Caltech Upenn Princeton Cornell Columbia UCB UCSD UCSC University of Michigan.
2023.06.05 16:06 GeorgePBurdell1927 OSCAR, PLEASE FIX THIS
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2023.06.05 15:38 Guilty_Chemistry9337 File 001- The Burnt Figure
On the morning of December 8th, 1941, enlistment offices all across the United States began to be filled by young men eager to enact revenge for what the Empire of Japan had done at Pearl Harbor. The offices would stay busy for a long, long time. It was a dangerous job, with life and limb at serious risk, and many more young men would join the Army and Navy by conscription. Lesser celebrated, and likely they’d have it no other way, were whole second armies of support personnel. These would be nurses, middle-aged clerks too old and or fat to fight, surveyors, engineers, and merchant sailors.
Some would be spies or intelligence men working for the Office of Strategic Services. Others were mysterious ne’er-do-wells, scoundrels who were very good at the procurement of various goods. Some would be anthropologists and translators, eager to help obscure native communities deal with the technologically advanced war tearing the island worlds asunder. Some would be entertainers for the USO, there to help with morale, doing what they were best at, whether it was telling jokes or dancing beautifully. Others might be war correspondents, to communicate, in a highly censored way, what was going on to the folks back home. Then there were the bean counters. Everybody overlooked the bean counters.
Many of the combat veterans, and even some of the non-combat personnel, would never make it home again. Others made it home, but only after being maimed and scarred in body and mind. Yet most would make it home. All of them would have stories to tell, though many would never tell their stories. There was a culture of silence during the war, ‘loose lips sink ships.’ It wasn’t just a catchy phrase, people took it to heart. It became a habit. Even long after the war was over people kept their lips zipped shut.
And yet, there were still millions and millions of stories, and some of them would be recorded. They might be memoirs committed to paper years later. Then again, many of these people kept diaries. They would write home every chance they get. Officers as a regular part of their duties were constantly writing up reports. Every single one would end up being read by someone, somewhere, and passed up the chain depending on its importance, or filed away if the chain ended there. With every battle won or lost, extensive analyses were conducted on what went right and what went wrong, and how we could do better. Actions of bravery were written up for recommendations for medals or promotions. Every serious infraction meant a court-martial, and court martials left transcripts. Bitter denouements and protests were written when it was felt officers weren’t living up to their duties, and in these cases, the lips were zipped especially tight, but the reports themselves were poured over. Every location where the U.S. went, whether it was the location of a battleground, a ranging area for artillery, site for a depot, or a road used to transport was thoroughly mapped and described in detail.
Then there were the bean counters. How many 20 mm shells does it take, on average, to knock down a Val dive bomber? How many pints of A-positive blood should be stocked in a forward field hospital? How many gallons of ice cream are needed to keep a company of Marines in good fighting spirit? The bean counters might not know, but they recorded everything down just in case you wanted to sift through the data, and a lot of people did. The data would end up having a massive contribution to the war effort.
Last were two groups of material that were never meant to see the light of day. The sort of thing that ought to be recorded, but then hidden away only for the purview of top men. The first is information you might expect would cause classification or a cover-up. Disastrous friendly fire incidents. Accusations and or confessions of war crimes. State secrets involving intelligence on enemies and allies both.
Then there’s the other tranche of material. The stuff that defies explanation. Secrets from the hidden corners of the earth that were never meant to be revealed until some young farmboys from a country far away showed up in places where they were never supposed to be.
The following provides an example.
Excerpts from the personal diary of Second Lieutenant Yvette Morgan, Army Nursing Corps, 231st Hospital Group, Normandy region of France, July and August 1944. Aged 20 at the time of writing.
Note: Most American personnel in WWII were restricted from keeping personal diaries for counterintelligence purposes. It was not uncommon that this restriction was flaunted, particularly among personnel with the luxury of a little bit of privacy. Lt. Morgan seems to have understood the purpose of the restriction, and so the redactions in the following excerpts are her own. A careful eye will note she’s made a couple of errors, which is why censorship should be left to the professionals.
July 30th, 1944- Just got off the truck and finally made it back ‘home.’ Just spent all ‘day,’ helping set up the field hospital. We’ve commandeered a high school in the little town of St. A. I think it’s going to work out pretty well. There’s a gym with a tall ceiling and high windows, which means good natural lighting, so we’re setting that up as an operating room. We’ve got about six beds in each classroom, which is just about the number you’d like. The corridors are nice and wide enough to handle gurneys, and there’s plenty of room out front for the ambulances. I don’t think we could have found a better location outside of a purpose-built actual hospital.
The real work starts tomorrow. Well, today, I guess. They ought to be taking patients right about the time I’m writing this. I drew the short stick, and now I’m stuck with the overnight shift. That’s my luck for you. Back home that would have meant at least it would be pretty quiet, but I don’t think that’s going to apply to this kind of duty.
“Home” is actually this nice little old cottage they’ve set me up with, and four other girls. It’s in the tiny commune of L. It’s actually about ten miles from the hospital, not far from the sea. Every shift they’re going to drive us back and forth in these trucks. Seems like an awful waste of gasoline to me, but what do I know? The whole reason they’re doing this is because the hospital’s technically in range of German artillery, and they like to keep staff like us out of harm's way when we’re not needed. I suppose we won’t be in range much longer anyway. That said, Capt. G says the front line’s been stalled out for a while. He says it’s slow going with all these enormous hedgerows they grow everyplace around here. I never knew they could grow so big, they must be hundreds of years old. I thought the poplar windbreaks they started growing back home after the Dust Bowl were impressive, but they’ve got nothing on these things. We can still hear the guns, though. They’re a long way off, and kind of sound like thunder, though you can tell they’re not because the sky is perfectly clear. At least, I hope, they’re mostly our guns.
The morning’s still a little chilly, but it promises to be a warm day. I’m going to have to get used to sleeping through it. After long last summer is really here. The cottage itself is lovely. I can’t help but wonder about the people who really make this home. There’s a delightful flower garden in front and just the most precious herb garden right outside the kitchen window. When I get married and we have a home, I’m going to insist on one just like it.
The other girls? Well, what can I say. 5 of us all sharing this little place, at least we’ll be working different shifts mostly. I’m sure we’ll get by swimmingly.
July 31st- Just got back and finished breakfast for dinner. Part of me still wishes I were at work. If I were at a civilian hospital I still would be. Funny how the military insists on sticking to the scheduled shift and they order me to go home and get some sleep. I might get used to such regimentation.
I say this as if I’m not completely exhausted and overwhelmed. I’m sure I’ll sleep tonight. Today, whatever. As I’d suspected, we had our first wounded in during the morning shift. Most of them had been through the Mobile Advanced hospital and had been at least looked over by a doctor. Plenty had already gone through an initial surgery, just to stabilize them, close gaping wounds, and tie off arteries. It was really crude stuff, but I suppose that’s the point. Our doctors opened them back up and fixed them up properly. There were a few walking wounded, shrapnel wounds, and nasty burns we were able to help out too. I feel glad to be part of such a great team. I spent the first half of my shift assisting in two different surgeries. Then the last half attending the wards.
I had hoped that would be more peaceful. Our boys are so brave, even when you can tell they’re really broken up over what they’ve been through. And yet it wasn’t meant to be.
I mentioned that St. A.’s was within range of German artillery. Well, there was an attack last night, early this morning, I’m still not used to the schedule. They didn’t hit the hospital. They hit the other side of town. It was loud enough to shake all of the windows, and even the ground shook. It scared the daylights out of me. Some of the boys yelled too. A couple of them fell out of their beds and tried to hide underneath. I can’t imagine what it would be like to go through that a second time, let alone time after time, day after day like our boys.
I was just starting to get things settled down and everything squared. Then there was commotion. A bunch of orderlies, then nurses, then doctors running around the front main hall. We were expecting wounded. They’d hit an old medieval church on the other side of town. The Church of Saint Adalthred. There had been a platoon of soldiers sleeping there. Now they were bringing the survivors in.
I had never done triage before, though I remembered my training. You divide the patients into three groups. The group that needs surgery absolutely immediately if they’re going to live. The group that can wait for surgery. And then there’s the group that will die regardless.
There were two young men that were in the last group. The first had a massive open head wound. The strange thing was he was perfectly conscious and capable of speaking, despite the injury. There was just nothing that we could do for him. He was alert for about an hour, and then he simply passed away. Is it horrible to think that was something of a mercy?
The other suffered terrible burns, and apparently some of the blast as well. After the triage, I was assigned to care for him. The doctor had estimated over 90 percent of his body suffered burns in the third degree. The kind of amount that really makes you question your faith. I’ve seen burn patients, but not when they get first arrive like this. His eyes and ears were gone. A strange thing was, he wasn’t screaming like we’d expect burn patients to do. The doctor said his vocal cords were burnt out, but his lungs were relatively free of smoke damage, and he didn’t have that horrible cough. The doctor said it was like “he’d inhaled flame.” He was simply silent. He’s not expected to last the night. Day, I mean. I suppose I won’t see him again. I suppose that’s mercy too.
I mentioned yesterday that I think a school building serves as a fine hospital in a pinch. I’m not sure about that anymore. It’s the ventilation. There isn’t any in the school. Fumes from the ether linger everywhere. So does the stink of infection, no matter how much we fight it. And that last patient. It was like he was roasted. Literally. I thought I’d be sick.
August 1st- The truck ride back is starting to become my favorite part of the day. This one was a long one, despite being the exact same length as all the other shifts. We’re really packed now. The minute we get one patient ready for transport back to England, another takes his bed. They say the war might be over before Christmas. I hope. Don’t know how I’ll be able to keep up this pace for so long.
The little old priest whose church got blown up by the Germans came around to volunteer at the hospital. Poor old thing has nowhere else to go. He’s helping us roll bandages, working the autoclaves, and helping the chaplain out with the prayers. He seems to be helping with morale, god bless him. Particularly the chaplain’s. The priest doesn’t speak English and the chaplain doesn’t speak French, but they both speak Latin well enough to get by. I’ve never heard it spoken before. I grew up Lutheran, and it seems so strange. I’m a long way from home.
The burn patient is still alive. I was really surprised when I got in and found out. Apparently so are the doctors. Of course, I’m attending him again and was asked to change his bandages. Most of the rest of his skin that hadn’t already sloughed off last night did so while I was changing them. I didn’t see any sign of infection yet, though of course, we all know what’s coming. Other than that there wasn’t much I can do. He’s started letting off this low moan. The doctor said he was not really conscious. I can’t imagine he would be, he’s still getting so much morphine.
He was already bleeding through before my shift ended, so I thought I’d do the next shift a favor and take care of it a second time on the same shift. This time the doctor had me place his arms over his chest and belly, and bandage them all together. Also, he had me bandage his legs together. The doctor said that if there’s a miracle and somehow he manages to pull through, it will be because he somehow beat the infection. And if he’s going to have any chance at all then we’ll need to minimize his contact with bandages until can receive grafts. When I was done he ended up looking like a mummy, right out of the pictures. I don’t think it will matter much, and neither does the doctor. But we have to keep trying.
August 2nd- Just got back. The burn victim is still alive. It’s so strange. It’s all I can think about now. When I first got in I went straight to his room. I was absolutely shocked, it was gruesome. His bandages were positively soaked through. There was more red than white. I was just about to chew out the girl on the shift before me. I thought that nobody had changed the bandages since my last shift, but then she told me that she’d just changed them two hours previously. I couldn’t make head or tales of it. So I just got to work changing them myself. It felt so odd, the way the other patients in the room were looking at us. Like they knew there was something off about the whole thing. The patient’s moaning is getting louder too. It must be so unnerving to the others sharing the room.
Then, of all things, Maj. P and Col. S came in to observe. I haven’t seen either of them since we started setting up the hospital. They don’t usually stay up so late. They were washed up and decided to help me bandage the patient. As if they weren’t just there to observe me, but wanted to be a part of it too.
Sure enough, after only a couple of hours, the bandages were soaked through again. I’ve never seen such terribly bleeding. I asked the doctor if it could have possibly been hemophilia. It’s something I’ve only heard about but haven’t seen. He only shook his head like he was sure that it wasn’t. Yet he also looked even more confused than I was. We’ve been giving the patient transfusions. But at this rate, I just don’t know where it’s all coming from.
I know I shouldn’t be writing this sort of thing down, but the doctor confided that he’s thinking of reducing the morphine, maybe the patient will be more lucid. I don’t know how the doctor expects him to communicate with his vocal cords destroyed, or what he could possibly have to say even if he could talk. Well, it’s not my place to decide. I think he knows more about what’s happening to the poor man than I do.
It was all just blood too. In the bandages. No pus at all. I don’t know how he’s not becoming infected.
August 3rd- There’s a great deal of strangeness happening at the hospital. I saw the General’s staff car the moment our truck pulled around to drop us off, the little flags on the front gave it away.. Instead of starting my shift, they asked me to come back to Col. S’s office. My first thought was that I was in trouble, and they’d somehow find this diary. Both Maj. P and Col. S. were there, along with Gen C. who’d driven down from Corps HQ with a couple of his staff. There were also two men from what might have been regular Army, except they wore two long dark coats. I didn’t get their names.
Apparently, they’d all been there for hours and were wanting to debrief me. Well, it sure was intimidating, but they just wanted me to tell them what I’d seen. Fair enough. The patient was burned all over his body. He probably should have died the first night but hasn’t. There’s an awful amount of bleeding which I can’t account for. There’s also no pus or smell of infection, which also didn’t make sense. I told them about how he’s been given large amounts of morphine, though I didn’t say what Cap. H had said about reducing it. No, he had never been capable of speaking since brought in. No, he hadn’t been wearing his dog tags, but between the blast, and the length of time he’d been burning, he must have stripped everything off. Surely they were back in the rubble of that church. Then they thanked me and told me I could go back to work.
Well, I’d just about had it. I stood up and demanded that if they knew something about my patient that they weren’t telling me and that if they did I could take better care of him, well then they had better tell me. I think I even swore though I didn’t mean to. Maj. P almost laughed and Col. S just gave me that stupid patronizing smile. Told me I was already doing everything that I could, and that they were proud of me. He’s a good man, but I’m getting really sick of this Army “that’s on a need-to-know basis” crap.
Rest of the shift was just the usual. Strange how it's become the norm now. No, there was something else. The burn patient was in his room by himself. They’d moved the other beds out. They didn’t tell me why. Probably because his moan’s getting worse. And raspier. I still don’t think he’s out of the morphine stupor though.
Alright, it’s later the same day, the second. I’ve just woken up and had a serious chat with Kathy, the nurse from the second shift, and she’s had a lot to talk about. Rumors are swirling. I don’t know how much of this is true. My gut instinct? It’s all true.
Those men in the long coats? The rumor is they were Army Intelligence. That didn’t make a lick of sense to me at first, but then it started to come together. It turns out there were supposed to be 30 men, including the C.O., in that church that night it got shelled. Nobody else. Except when they added up all the survivors (who’ve moved on to the front), all the wounded that were taken to our hospital, and those who died, which took a while to count, then it all added up to 31 men. So somebody was there who wasn’t supposed to be there, and nobody knows who it is. They think they’ve got all of the dog tags accounted for, which might have been why they asked me about it when I came in later that night. And the one person they can’t account for seems to be the burn victim.
So they didn’t know who it was. Nobody from the St. A.’s was missing. None of the French Resistance were around that night (apparently Intelligence asked them? How else would they know?). So it's really suspicious and they were worried he might be some kind of spy or infiltrator. They still don’t even know why that church was shelled in the first place.
So they started asking questions of that poor old priest who’s been volunteering. We know because they let the chaplain sit in with him, but it seems both of the intelligence guys spoke fluent French. They asked him if there were any kind of acolyte or initiate or whatever sort of junior clergy he might have could have been there. He said no, and anybody who might have was accounted for and healthy. He asked if there was anything valuable that could have been stolen, or maybe he feared could be looted (would our boys do that?). Well, he didn’t think so. There was the holy font, which was an antique, but there were many like it and it was hardly easy to move. There was the Bible at the altar. It was very old and had great sentimental value, but again it would have no value to thieves. There was the tomb of St. Adalthred himself, which was priceless to his community but was a part of the church itself. Why the church had been built in the first place. Impossible to steal.
Then they asked the priest to come and view the patient. Perhaps seeing his proportions, perhaps it might have helped him recollect a similar person he’d seen lately. I understand why they did it. He, the burn victim, does seem shorter than any soldier I’ve met, skinner too. I wish they hadn’t, though. The chaplain said the priest had cried over seeing all those bloody bandages. There wasn’t a point, because the priest said he didn’t recognize him. The strange thing was, the chaplain had said that the priest's behavior seemed really strange. Like they got the really strong sense that the priest was being cagey, and lying to them. Not that he recognized the figure per se, but that he was thinking of something that he wasn’t telling them. He also insisted on saying a prayer over the burnt figure before he left, and they let him.
When I asked why they’d moved all the other beds in the room, Kathy said a little while after the priest had left the burn victim had started screaming, really bad. The other patients asked if they could leave the room, and because of the mystery, Col. S. agreed to it so they could isolate the burnt man. He was only calmer when I arrived later because they’d given him more morphine. When Kathy told me how much my jaw hit the floor. That part has to be baseless rumor.
August 8- I’m back in England. I’ve been too worked up to write, and worried, of course. After it happened, they put me in a truck, drove me to L. to pick up my things, and then I was on a Skytrain back to Cornwall. I guess we stopped at the cottage as a courtesy, it was on the way to the airfield. I was worried they’d find this diary, but they never searched. I don’t think they know what to do with me. I’m not sure what they should do either. They might just send me home, I suppose. I wouldn’t protest that. I just want to get on with things.
So. That night. The 4th.
I’ll start when I get off the truck. That moment when you hit the ground after jumping out of the bed is so sharp like it just sets your whole day. Like a starter pistol at a race. Something about it seemed off just as I was walking towards the door. Now I get in, and the front gallery, ever since that night of the triage, is a pretty empty place. But somebody was waiting for me, and it was Col. S. He came right up to me the moment he saw me. What an upside-down experience.
He starts leading me down the side hall, towards the back of the hospital/school where his office was. So of course I expected he needed to talk to me about something in his office. Only it turned out it wasn’t his office anymore. I thought something was off when I saw two armed guards on either side of the door to his often. Almost as soon, I heard the screaming.
I have just enough time to puzzle together what’s happened when Col. S walks right in, me in tow. They’d moved the burn patient to Col. S’s office, and he’d cleared out. The reason was obvious. The patient was screaming. Really, really loud. It hurt my ears in such a small office. The office was as about as far removed from the rest of the patients as they could move him. His bandages were soaked through, totally bright red. Jet red? Is jet red a thing? If you saw him, you’d say it was. It looked like they had been in the middle of starting to change his bandages, or just about to finish. Because there were parts of his flesh that were exposed. I didn’t realize it at first, and could only tell because of the texture.
I was just staring at him for a while. Jaw wide open. Then I looked at Col. S. He had been watching my reaction. He had such a sympathetic look. I asked him “How long has he been like this?”
“For hours,” he said. Like he was apologizing.
“How much morphine did you give him?” I asked. He was a doctor in his own right, of course. He didn’t get a chance to perform much surgery now that he’s the administrator, but I don’t think that ever leaves you.
He looked like he was about to cry.
“Lethal?” I asked.
“More,” he whispered.
We stood there silent for a few moments. Then he explained the situation. The only people allowed in the room would be doctors. Myself, and he explained I was the nurse with the most experience with him, and that I was the one he trusted the most. I’d have no other duties this shift. The chaplain was allowed in, and the priest. Also, the two guards out front, and that was it. He told me “The men from intel will be back, and a couple of spooks. We’ll figure it out then.” I had no idea what he meant by that, but I just nodded.
Well, the chaplain was there, though he looked a total mess. And it turned out the priest had stayed late but had gone home, exhausted.
So I did my duties. Changed bandages. Changed IV bottles. There were two chairs in the room, one for me and one for the chaplain. With only the one patient sometimes I’d wait. We couldn’t really chat. The screaming was too loud. I don’t think either of us got used to it.
I suppose it was about 3 AM. Mom used to call that the witching hour. Around three it started to change. The screaming that is, the cadence of it. Is that the right word? He started screaming words. Very garbled, but words. That was when I remembered the doctor had said his vocal cords had been destroyed. Had he been wrong? It had to be. Both I and the chaplain were standing over him then. The chaplain whispering prayers. Sometimes we’d look at each other like maybe the other knew what was happening. There were no answers.
The words started getting clearer. Not that we understood them, but they kind of sounded like they were French. Both I and the chaplain thought he, the patient, was becoming lucid. The chaplain opened up the door and told the guards to get the colonel, also to send somebody to find the priest. I suppose anybody could have translated, or so I thought at the time, but getting the priest sounded right.
Well, the colonel wasn’t in, but Maj. P. was. He spoke a little French, but he couldn’t understand the words. I’m still glad he was there. As a witness. I’m glad me and the chaplain weren’t the only ones. It was like the patient was chanting.
It was, maybe ten minutes after the major arrived. The screaming just stopped. No words. Just heavy breathing. Hyperventilating maybe. It occurred to me then that the bandages had become soaked through again. I’d been there the whole time. Watching. Only now had I noticed. He was glistening. The bedding was bloody too, of course. It was everywhere. And then…
Then it happened.
I had been facing another direction. But there was a sound. Like a massive, loud inhalation of are. There was this bright light, like when a lightbulb is about to short out. Except I felt the heat, and I turned. The patient had burst into flames.
I screamed. I think the chaplain and major did too. The two guards ran in. Maybe they sent somebody else to fetch the priest. They just yelled and weren’t able to do anything else. In a normal circumstance, I think somebody would have fetched an extinguisher. Except the patient suddenly sat straight up in his bed. We were positively paralyzed. He was screaming again, and all we could do is watch. His bandages and bedding all burned away. Only then he stopped.
There was this man before us. He had no skin. No eyes. Glistening red, and patches of black where the ash still clung to him. He looked at us. Looked at me. There were two black holes in his face, above the hole for his nose, and his mouth, lips burned away and teeth missing. But the holes for his eyes… I could feel him looking at me despite having no eyes.
Then he spoke. It was French again, at least I thought. I couldn’t understand it. Full sentences. Raspy, but clear. No sign of pain or duress. Yet it was authoritative like he was in full command of his faculties.
I don’t think it lasted long before the priest came rushing in. The priest said something like “sortie” and then the Major told us to get out, the chaplain and I.
We did and closed the door behind us. The two guards were further down the hall, clearly rattled.
We could hear the priest and the burned man talking. Clearly, through the door. The burned man was distinguishable by the rasp in his voice, the commanding tone. Yet as we listened, there was something off. The burned man’s French was different than the priest’s French. It was like they didn’t understand each other. It was like they were speaking two different dialects, and I didn’t realize until I heard them both being spoken next to each other.
There was a pause of silence. And then the priest started speaking in Latin. I saw a look of relief on the chaplain’s face when the burned man responded, also in Latin.
The two spoke, the burned man and the priest. They went on and on, me not understanding any of it. The burned man seemed to calm, the priest becoming more anxious as they went. Then I turned to the chaplain again. His attention was totally focused on the closed door, but he was listening to the priest and the burned man talk.
He was shaking, and pale as a ghost. I’ve seen men shake. I’ve seen them shake from the effects of blood loss and shock. I’ve seen them shake because they’ve been mad from war. I’ve seen them shake from hypothermia and hypoglycemia and drug overdoses. I’ve seen no end of fear in their eyes. Fear as they’re going under anesthesia, or having their limbs removed, or knowing they’re about to die from their wounds.
I’ve never seen a man so afraid or shaken than that chaplain on that night. And all because he was able to follow that conversation in Latin.
The door suddenly opened. The priest waved us aside, looking more determined than I’d ever seen him. We pressed ourselves against the wall to get out of the way. The burned man followed him. Silent. Walking. We watched them walk down the hallway. The guards turned and fled. Then the priest and the burnt figure turned the corner, and that was the last that I saw of them.
I remember looking back into the room and seeing the Major, slumped in a chair, hands covered his face. The smoke from the burning bandages and bedding still hung in the air, sweet and strong and foul due to the lack of ventilation.
The two men in the long coats showed up. There were also a couple of men in suits. Civilians, I guess. They sort of took charge. Then they just put me on a truck, didn’t even ask me any questions.
And that’s what happened.
I’ve been on this base for a couple of days. They seem to be giving me a lot of freedom, they let me go into town yesterday. I went to a library. It wasn’t a very big one, but I guess it didn’t need to be. I found a hagiography. Or, I guess, a sort of encyclopedia on the subject of saints.
There was a very small entry on the subject of Saint Adalthred. Very little was known about him. He’d been a saint in early medieval France. He’d preached to royalty. The Marrowvingians I think it said, I don’t know what that is. Like all saints, he’d performed three miracles. Like all saints, he’d been martyred. He’d been burned at the stake. His last miracle had been his own resurrection.
I don’t know what to do with this diary. I never should have started it, and yet I think it’s important that I did. I think I’m going to turn myself in and give it to them. I suppose they’ll court-martial me over it, send me home. I don’t want to go home, but maybe I deserve it. At any rate, clearly, there are higher powers than me at work here.
-End copy.-
All of the documentation by the U.S. during the war was massive. All of the officers, nurses, spies, bean counters, and everybody else contributed to the pile. This was long before the digital age, or even microfiche, so the sheer scale of the paperwork is hardly conceivable. It could have been measured by the cargo holds of liberty ships.
After the war, the Army and Navy needed someplace to store it all. Any of it could have had unforeseen value, and destroying it was never an option. In 1951, with the Korean War raging and threatening to exacerbate the document problem, the Department of Defense decided to build a massive new warehouse archive to store it all. In 1956, the Military Personnel Records Center was finished. Ostensibly the archive was meant to store personnel records, but the military being the military, and the warehouse being of such a huge scale, it housed other records as well. Records such as the nurse’s diary, records of things unnatural. Supernatural. Only to be seen by top men.
One of the items discussed during the facility’s construction was the inclusion of a sprinkler fire prevention system. There was a concern that such a system could leak, and cause water damage to all the important documents. So the archive was built without one.
In 1973 the building burned down, taking millions of documents with it. The cause was never officially determined. At the time, and for many years after, the biggest problem was the bureaucratic nightmare it caused for millions of veterans and collecting the benefits they were entitled to.
To a very small community, namely us, the damage was a travesty. That’s the purpose of this project. To retrieve the documentation, study, and catalog it, this entry is only the first example. Naturally, the question arises- how do we retrieve these files if they were all destroyed in the fire? Well, that’s on a need-to-know basis, Lieutenant, and you don’t need to know.
Author's Notes: The War Files is meant to be an on-going series of horror stories set in and around WWII, and the very real Archive Fire. Maybe it would make a good podcast? This was sort of a pilot episode and thought it would fit the theme of this month's event. If you liked the story and want to read more, I'll probably post them either to my subreddit EBDavis or my substack ebdavis.substack.com
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Some would be spies or intelligence men working for the Office of Strategic Services. Others were mysterious ne’er-do-wells, scoundrels who were very good at the procurement of various goods. Some would be anthropologists and translators, eager to help obscure native communities deal with the technologically advanced war tearing the island worlds asunder. Some would be entertainers for the USO, there to help with morale, doing what they were best at, whether it was telling jokes or dancing beautifully. Others might be war correspondents, to communicate, in a highly censored way, what was going on to the folks back home. Then there were the bean counters. Everybody overlooked the bean counters.
Many of the combat veterans, and even some of the non-combat personnel, would never make it home again. Others made it home, but only after being maimed and scarred in body and mind. Yet most would make it home. All of them would have stories to tell, though many would never tell their stories. There was a culture of silence during the war, ‘loose lips sink ships.’ It wasn’t just a catchy phrase, people took it to heart. It became a habit. Even long after the war was over people kept their lips zipped shut.
And yet, there were still millions and millions of stories, and some of them would be recorded. They might be memoirs committed to paper years later. Then again, many of these people kept diaries. They would write home every chance they get. Officers as a regular part of their duties were constantly writing up reports. Every single one would end up being read by someone, somewhere, and passed up the chain depending on its importance, or filed away if the chain ended there. With every battle won or lost, extensive analyses were conducted on what went right and what went wrong, and how we could do better. Actions of bravery were written up for recommendations for medals or promotions. Every serious infraction meant a court-martial, and court martials left transcripts. Bitter denouements and protests were written when it was felt officers weren’t living up to their duties, and in these cases, the lips were zipped especially tight, but the reports themselves were poured over. Every location where the U.S. went, whether it was the location of a battleground, a ranging area for artillery, site for a depot, or a road used to transport was thoroughly mapped and described in detail.
Then there were the bean counters. How many 20 mm shells does it take, on average, to knock down a Val dive bomber? How many pints of A-positive blood should be stocked in a forward field hospital? How many gallons of ice cream are needed to keep a company of Marines in good fighting spirit? The bean counters might not know, but they recorded everything down just in case you wanted to sift through the data, and a lot of people did. The data would end up having a massive contribution to the war effort.
Last were two groups of material that were never meant to see the light of day. The sort of thing that ought to be recorded, but then hidden away only for the purview of top men. The first is information you might expect would cause classification or a cover-up. Disastrous friendly fire incidents. Accusations and or confessions of war crimes. State secrets involving intelligence on enemies and allies both.
Then there’s the other tranche of material. The stuff that defies explanation. Secrets from the hidden corners of the earth that were never meant to be revealed until some young farmboys from a country far away showed up in places where they were never supposed to be.
The following provides an example.
Excerpts from the personal diary of Second Lieutenant Yvette Morgan, Army Nursing Corps, 231st Hospital Group, Normandy region of France, July and August 1944. Aged 20 at the time of writing.
Note: Most American personnel in WWII were restricted from keeping personal diaries for counterintelligence purposes. It was not uncommon that this restriction was flaunted, particularly among personnel with the luxury of a little bit of privacy. Lt. Morgan seems to have understood the purpose of the restriction, and so the redactions in the following excerpts are her own. A careful eye will note she’s made a couple of errors, which is why censorship should be left to the professionals.
July 30th, 1944- Just got off the truck and finally made it back ‘home.’ Just spent all ‘day,’ helping set up the field hospital. We’ve commandeered a high school in the little town of St. A. I think it’s going to work out pretty well. There’s a gym with a tall ceiling and high windows, which means good natural lighting, so we’re setting that up as an operating room. We’ve got about six beds in each classroom, which is just about the number you’d like. The corridors are nice and wide enough to handle gurneys, and there’s plenty of room out front for the ambulances. I don’t think we could have found a better location outside of a purpose-built actual hospital.
The real work starts tomorrow. Well, today, I guess. They ought to be taking patients right about the time I’m writing this. I drew the short stick, and now I’m stuck with the overnight shift. That’s my luck for you. Back home that would have meant at least it would be pretty quiet, but I don’t think that’s going to apply to this kind of duty.
“Home” is actually this nice little old cottage they’ve set me up with, and four other girls. It’s in the tiny commune of L. It’s actually about ten miles from the hospital, not far from the sea. Every shift they’re going to drive us back and forth in these trucks. Seems like an awful waste of gasoline to me, but what do I know? The whole reason they’re doing this is because the hospital’s technically in range of German artillery, and they like to keep staff like us out of harm's way when we’re not needed. I suppose we won’t be in range much longer anyway. That said, Capt. G says the front line’s been stalled out for a while. He says it’s slow going with all these enormous hedgerows they grow everyplace around here. I never knew they could grow so big, they must be hundreds of years old. I thought the poplar windbreaks they started growing back home after the Dust Bowl were impressive, but they’ve got nothing on these things. We can still hear the guns, though. They’re a long way off, and kind of sound like thunder, though you can tell they’re not because the sky is perfectly clear. At least, I hope, they’re mostly our guns.
The morning’s still a little chilly, but it promises to be a warm day. I’m going to have to get used to sleeping through it. After long last summer is really here. The cottage itself is lovely. I can’t help but wonder about the people who really make this home. There’s a delightful flower garden in front and just the most precious herb garden right outside the kitchen window. When I get married and we have a home, I’m going to insist on one just like it.
The other girls? Well, what can I say. 5 of us all sharing this little place, at least we’ll be working different shifts mostly. I’m sure we’ll get by swimmingly.
July 31st- Just got back and finished breakfast for dinner. Part of me still wishes I were at work. If I were at a civilian hospital I still would be. Funny how the military insists on sticking to the scheduled shift and they order me to go home and get some sleep. I might get used to such regimentation.
I say this as if I’m not completely exhausted and overwhelmed. I’m sure I’ll sleep tonight. Today, whatever. As I’d suspected, we had our first wounded in during the morning shift. Most of them had been through the Mobile Advanced hospital and had been at least looked over by a doctor. Plenty had already gone through an initial surgery, just to stabilize them, close gaping wounds, and tie off arteries. It was really crude stuff, but I suppose that’s the point. Our doctors opened them back up and fixed them up properly. There were a few walking wounded, shrapnel wounds, and nasty burns we were able to help out too. I feel glad to be part of such a great team. I spent the first half of my shift assisting in two different surgeries. Then the last half attending the wards.
I had hoped that would be more peaceful. Our boys are so brave, even when you can tell they’re really broken up over what they’ve been through. And yet it wasn’t meant to be.
I mentioned that St. A.’s was within range of German artillery. Well, there was an attack last night, early this morning, I’m still not used to the schedule. They didn’t hit the hospital. They hit the other side of town. It was loud enough to shake all of the windows, and even the ground shook. It scared the daylights out of me. Some of the boys yelled too. A couple of them fell out of their beds and tried to hide underneath. I can’t imagine what it would be like to go through that a second time, let alone time after time, day after day like our boys.
I was just starting to get things settled down and everything squared. Then there was commotion. A bunch of orderlies, then nurses, then doctors running around the front main hall. We were expecting wounded. They’d hit an old medieval church on the other side of town. The Church of Saint Adalthred. There had been a platoon of soldiers sleeping there. Now they were bringing the survivors in.
I had never done triage before, though I remembered my training. You divide the patients into three groups. The group that needs surgery absolutely immediately if they’re going to live. The group that can wait for surgery. And then there’s the group that will die regardless.
There were two young men that were in the last group. The first had a massive open head wound. The strange thing was he was perfectly conscious and capable of speaking, despite the injury. There was just nothing that we could do for him. He was alert for about an hour, and then he simply passed away. Is it horrible to think that was something of a mercy?
The other suffered terrible burns, and apparently some of the blast as well. After the triage, I was assigned to care for him. The doctor had estimated over 90 percent of his body suffered burns in the third degree. The kind of amount that really makes you question your faith. I’ve seen burn patients, but not when they get first arrive like this. His eyes and ears were gone. A strange thing was, he wasn’t screaming like we’d expect burn patients to do. The doctor said his vocal cords were burnt out, but his lungs were relatively free of smoke damage, and he didn’t have that horrible cough. The doctor said it was like “he’d inhaled flame.” He was simply silent. He’s not expected to last the night. Day, I mean. I suppose I won’t see him again. I suppose that’s mercy too.
I mentioned yesterday that I think a school building serves as a fine hospital in a pinch. I’m not sure about that anymore. It’s the ventilation. There isn’t any in the school. Fumes from the ether linger everywhere. So does the stink of infection, no matter how much we fight it. And that last patient. It was like he was roasted. Literally. I thought I’d be sick.
August 1st- The truck ride back is starting to become my favorite part of the day. This one was a long one, despite being the exact same length as all the other shifts. We’re really packed now. The minute we get one patient ready for transport back to England, another takes his bed. They say the war might be over before Christmas. I hope. Don’t know how I’ll be able to keep up this pace for so long.
The little old priest whose church got blown up by the Germans came around to volunteer at the hospital. Poor old thing has nowhere else to go. He’s helping us roll bandages, working the autoclaves, and helping the chaplain out with the prayers. He seems to be helping with morale, god bless him. Particularly the chaplain’s. The priest doesn’t speak English and the chaplain doesn’t speak French, but they both speak Latin well enough to get by. I’ve never heard it spoken before. I grew up Lutheran, and it seems so strange. I’m a long way from home.
The burn patient is still alive. I was really surprised when I got in and found out. Apparently so are the doctors. Of course, I’m attending him again and was asked to change his bandages. Most of the rest of his skin that hadn’t already sloughed off last night did so while I was changing them. I didn’t see any sign of infection yet, though of course, we all know what’s coming. Other than that there wasn’t much I can do. He’s started letting off this low moan. The doctor said he was not really conscious. I can’t imagine he would be, he’s still getting so much morphine.
He was already bleeding through before my shift ended, so I thought I’d do the next shift a favor and take care of it a second time on the same shift. This time the doctor had me place his arms over his chest and belly, and bandage them all together. Also, he had me bandage his legs together. The doctor said that if there’s a miracle and somehow he manages to pull through, it will be because he somehow beat the infection. And if he’s going to have any chance at all then we’ll need to minimize his contact with bandages until can receive grafts. When I was done he ended up looking like a mummy, right out of the pictures. I don’t think it will matter much, and neither does the doctor. But we have to keep trying.
August 2nd- Just got back. The burn victim is still alive. It’s so strange. It’s all I can think about now. When I first got in I went straight to his room. I was absolutely shocked, it was gruesome. His bandages were positively soaked through. There was more red than white. I was just about to chew out the girl on the shift before me. I thought that nobody had changed the bandages since my last shift, but then she told me that she’d just changed them two hours previously. I couldn’t make head or tales of it. So I just got to work changing them myself. It felt so odd, the way the other patients in the room were looking at us. Like they knew there was something off about the whole thing. The patient’s moaning is getting louder too. It must be so unnerving to the others sharing the room.
Then, of all things, Maj. P and Col. S came in to observe. I haven’t seen either of them since we started setting up the hospital. They don’t usually stay up so late. They were washed up and decided to help me bandage the patient. As if they weren’t just there to observe me, but wanted to be a part of it too.
Sure enough, after only a couple of hours, the bandages were soaked through again. I’ve never seen such terribly bleeding. I asked the doctor if it could have possibly been hemophilia. It’s something I’ve only heard about but haven’t seen. He only shook his head like he was sure that it wasn’t. Yet he also looked even more confused than I was. We’ve been giving the patient transfusions. But at this rate, I just don’t know where it’s all coming from.
I know I shouldn’t be writing this sort of thing down, but the doctor confided that he’s thinking of reducing the morphine, maybe the patient will be more lucid. I don’t know how the doctor expects him to communicate with his vocal cords destroyed, or what he could possibly have to say even if he could talk. Well, it’s not my place to decide. I think he knows more about what’s happening to the poor man than I do.
It was all just blood too. In the bandages. No pus at all. I don’t know how he’s not becoming infected.
August 3rd- There’s a great deal of strangeness happening at the hospital. I saw the General’s staff car the moment our truck pulled around to drop us off, the little flags on the front gave it away.. Instead of starting my shift, they asked me to come back to Col. S’s office. My first thought was that I was in trouble, and they’d somehow find this diary. Both Maj. P and Col. S. were there, along with Gen C. who’d driven down from Corps HQ with a couple of his staff. There were also two men from what might have been regular Army, except they wore two long dark coats. I didn’t get their names.
Apparently, they’d all been there for hours and were wanting to debrief me. Well, it sure was intimidating, but they just wanted me to tell them what I’d seen. Fair enough. The patient was burned all over his body. He probably should have died the first night but hasn’t. There’s an awful amount of bleeding which I can’t account for. There’s also no pus or smell of infection, which also didn’t make sense. I told them about how he’s been given large amounts of morphine, though I didn’t say what Cap. H had said about reducing it. No, he had never been capable of speaking since brought in. No, he hadn’t been wearing his dog tags, but between the blast, and the length of time he’d been burning, he must have stripped everything off. Surely they were back in the rubble of that church. Then they thanked me and told me I could go back to work.
Well, I’d just about had it. I stood up and demanded that if they knew something about my patient that they weren’t telling me and that if they did I could take better care of him, well then they had better tell me. I think I even swore though I didn’t mean to. Maj. P almost laughed and Col. S just gave me that stupid patronizing smile. Told me I was already doing everything that I could, and that they were proud of me. He’s a good man, but I’m getting really sick of this Army “that’s on a need-to-know basis” crap.
Rest of the shift was just the usual. Strange how it's become the norm now. No, there was something else. The burn patient was in his room by himself. They’d moved the other beds out. They didn’t tell me why. Probably because his moan’s getting worse. And raspier. I still don’t think he’s out of the morphine stupor though.
Alright, it’s later the same day, the second. I’ve just woken up and had a serious chat with Kathy, the nurse from the second shift, and she’s had a lot to talk about. Rumors are swirling. I don’t know how much of this is true. My gut instinct? It’s all true.
Those men in the long coats? The rumor is they were Army Intelligence. That didn’t make a lick of sense to me at first, but then it started to come together. It turns out there were supposed to be 30 men, including the C.O., in that church that night it got shelled. Nobody else. Except when they added up all the survivors (who’ve moved on to the front), all the wounded that were taken to our hospital, and those who died, which took a while to count, then it all added up to 31 men. So somebody was there who wasn’t supposed to be there, and nobody knows who it is. They think they’ve got all of the dog tags accounted for, which might have been why they asked me about it when I came in later that night. And the one person they can’t account for seems to be the burn victim.
So they didn’t know who it was. Nobody from the St. A.’s was missing. None of the French Resistance were around that night (apparently Intelligence asked them? How else would they know?). So it's really suspicious and they were worried he might be some kind of spy or infiltrator. They still don’t even know why that church was shelled in the first place.
So they started asking questions of that poor old priest who’s been volunteering. We know because they let the chaplain sit in with him, but it seems both of the intelligence guys spoke fluent French. They asked him if there were any kind of acolyte or initiate or whatever sort of junior clergy he might have could have been there. He said no, and anybody who might have was accounted for and healthy. He asked if there was anything valuable that could have been stolen, or maybe he feared could be looted (would our boys do that?). Well, he didn’t think so. There was the holy font, which was an antique, but there were many like it and it was hardly easy to move. There was the Bible at the altar. It was very old and had great sentimental value, but again it would have no value to thieves. There was the tomb of St. Adalthred himself, which was priceless to his community but was a part of the church itself. Why the church had been built in the first place. Impossible to steal.
Then they asked the priest to come and view the patient. Perhaps seeing his proportions, perhaps it might have helped him recollect a similar person he’d seen lately. I understand why they did it. He, the burn victim, does seem shorter than any soldier I’ve met, skinner too. I wish they hadn’t, though. The chaplain said the priest had cried over seeing all those bloody bandages. There wasn’t a point, because the priest said he didn’t recognize him. The strange thing was, the chaplain had said that the priest's behavior seemed really strange. Like they got the really strong sense that the priest was being cagey, and lying to them. Not that he recognized the figure per se, but that he was thinking of something that he wasn’t telling them. He also insisted on saying a prayer over the burnt figure before he left, and they let him.
When I asked why they’d moved all the other beds in the room, Kathy said a little while after the priest had left the burn victim had started screaming, really bad. The other patients asked if they could leave the room, and because of the mystery, Col. S. agreed to it so they could isolate the burnt man. He was only calmer when I arrived later because they’d given him more morphine. When Kathy told me how much my jaw hit the floor. That part has to be baseless rumor.
August 8- I’m back in England. I’ve been too worked up to write, and worried, of course. After it happened, they put me in a truck, drove me to L. to pick up my things, and then I was on a Skytrain back to Cornwall. I guess we stopped at the cottage as a courtesy, it was on the way to the airfield. I was worried they’d find this diary, but they never searched. I don’t think they know what to do with me. I’m not sure what they should do either. They might just send me home, I suppose. I wouldn’t protest that. I just want to get on with things.
So. That night. The 4th.
I’ll start when I get off the truck. That moment when you hit the ground after jumping out of the bed is so sharp like it just sets your whole day. Like a starter pistol at a race. Something about it seemed off just as I was walking towards the door. Now I get in, and the front gallery, ever since that night of the triage, is a pretty empty place. But somebody was waiting for me, and it was Col. S. He came right up to me the moment he saw me. What an upside-down experience.
He starts leading me down the side hall, towards the back of the hospital/school where his office was. So of course I expected he needed to talk to me about something in his office. Only it turned out it wasn’t his office anymore. I thought something was off when I saw two armed guards on either side of the door to his often. Almost as soon, I heard the screaming.
I have just enough time to puzzle together what’s happened when Col. S walks right in, me in tow. They’d moved the burn patient to Col. S’s office, and he’d cleared out. The reason was obvious. The patient was screaming. Really, really loud. It hurt my ears in such a small office. The office was as about as far removed from the rest of the patients as they could move him. His bandages were soaked through, totally bright red. Jet red? Is jet red a thing? If you saw him, you’d say it was. It looked like they had been in the middle of starting to change his bandages, or just about to finish. Because there were parts of his flesh that were exposed. I didn’t realize it at first, and could only tell because of the texture.
I was just staring at him for a while. Jaw wide open. Then I looked at Col. S. He had been watching my reaction. He had such a sympathetic look. I asked him “How long has he been like this?”
“For hours,” he said. Like he was apologizing.
“How much morphine did you give him?” I asked. He was a doctor in his own right, of course. He didn’t get a chance to perform much surgery now that he’s the administrator, but I don’t think that ever leaves you.
He looked like he was about to cry.
“Lethal?” I asked.
“More,” he whispered.
We stood there silent for a few moments. Then he explained the situation. The only people allowed in the room would be doctors. Myself, and he explained I was the nurse with the most experience with him, and that I was the one he trusted the most. I’d have no other duties this shift. The chaplain was allowed in, and the priest. Also, the two guards out front, and that was it. He told me “The men from intel will be back, and a couple of spooks. We’ll figure it out then.” I had no idea what he meant by that, but I just nodded.
Well, the chaplain was there, though he looked a total mess. And it turned out the priest had stayed late but had gone home, exhausted.
So I did my duties. Changed bandages. Changed IV bottles. There were two chairs in the room, one for me and one for the chaplain. With only the one patient sometimes I’d wait. We couldn’t really chat. The screaming was too loud. I don’t think either of us got used to it.
I suppose it was about 3 AM. Mom used to call that the witching hour. Around three it started to change. The screaming that is, the cadence of it. Is that the right word? He started screaming words. Very garbled, but words. That was when I remembered the doctor had said his vocal cords had been destroyed. Had he been wrong? It had to be. Both I and the chaplain were standing over him then. The chaplain whispering prayers. Sometimes we’d look at each other like maybe the other knew what was happening. There were no answers.
The words started getting clearer. Not that we understood them, but they kind of sounded like they were French. Both I and the chaplain thought he, the patient, was becoming lucid. The chaplain opened up the door and told the guards to get the colonel, also to send somebody to find the priest. I suppose anybody could have translated, or so I thought at the time, but getting the priest sounded right.
Well, the colonel wasn’t in, but Maj. P. was. He spoke a little French, but he couldn’t understand the words. I’m still glad he was there. As a witness. I’m glad me and the chaplain weren’t the only ones. It was like the patient was chanting.
It was, maybe ten minutes after the major arrived. The screaming just stopped. No words. Just heavy breathing. Hyperventilating maybe. It occurred to me then that the bandages had become soaked through again. I’d been there the whole time. Watching. Only now had I noticed. He was glistening. The bedding was bloody too, of course. It was everywhere. And then…
Then it happened.
I had been facing another direction. But there was a sound. Like a massive, loud inhalation of are. There was this bright light, like when a lightbulb is about to short out. Except I felt the heat, and I turned. The patient had burst into flames.
I screamed. I think the chaplain and major did too. The two guards ran in. Maybe they sent somebody else to fetch the priest. They just yelled and weren’t able to do anything else. In a normal circumstance, I think somebody would have fetched an extinguisher. Except the patient suddenly sat straight up in his bed. We were positively paralyzed. He was screaming again, and all we could do is watch. His bandages and bedding all burned away. Only then he stopped.
There was this man before us. He had no skin. No eyes. Glistening red, and patches of black where the ash still clung to him. He looked at us. Looked at me. There were two black holes in his face, above the hole for his nose, and his mouth, lips burned away and teeth missing. But the holes for his eyes… I could feel him looking at me despite having no eyes.
Then he spoke. It was French again, at least I thought. I couldn’t understand it. Full sentences. Raspy, but clear. No sign of pain or duress. Yet it was authoritative like he was in full command of his faculties.
I don’t think it lasted long before the priest came rushing in. The priest said something like “sortie” and then the Major told us to get out, the chaplain and I.
We did and closed the door behind us. The two guards were further down the hall, clearly rattled.
We could hear the priest and the burned man talking. Clearly, through the door. The burned man was distinguishable by the rasp in his voice, the commanding tone. Yet as we listened, there was something off. The burned man’s French was different than the priest’s French. It was like they didn’t understand each other. It was like they were speaking two different dialects, and I didn’t realize until I heard them both being spoken next to each other.
There was a pause of silence. And then the priest started speaking in Latin. I saw a look of relief on the chaplain’s face when the burned man responded, also in Latin.
The two spoke, the burned man and the priest. They went on and on, me not understanding any of it. The burned man seemed to calm, the priest becoming more anxious as they went. Then I turned to the chaplain again. His attention was totally focused on the closed door, but he was listening to the priest and the burned man talk.
He was shaking, and pale as a ghost. I’ve seen men shake. I’ve seen them shake from the effects of blood loss and shock. I’ve seen them shake because they’ve been mad from war. I’ve seen them shake from hypothermia and hypoglycemia and drug overdoses. I’ve seen no end of fear in their eyes. Fear as they’re going under anesthesia, or having their limbs removed, or knowing they’re about to die from their wounds.
I’ve never seen a man so afraid or shaken than that chaplain on that night. And all because he was able to follow that conversation in Latin.
The door suddenly opened. The priest waved us aside, looking more determined than I’d ever seen him. We pressed ourselves against the wall to get out of the way. The burned man followed him. Silent. Walking. We watched them walk down the hallway. The guards turned and fled. Then the priest and the burnt figure turned the corner, and that was the last that I saw of them.
I remember looking back into the room and seeing the Major, slumped in a chair, hands covered his face. The smoke from the burning bandages and bedding still hung in the air, sweet and strong and foul due to the lack of ventilation.
The two men in the long coats showed up. There were also a couple of men in suits. Civilians, I guess. They sort of took charge. Then they just put me on a truck, didn’t even ask me any questions.
And that’s what happened.
I’ve been on this base for a couple of days. They seem to be giving me a lot of freedom, they let me go into town yesterday. I went to a library. It wasn’t a very big one, but I guess it didn’t need to be. I found a hagiography. Or, I guess, a sort of encyclopedia on the subject of saints.
There was a very small entry on the subject of Saint Adalthred. Very little was known about him. He’d been a saint in early medieval France. He’d preached to royalty. The Marrowvingians I think it said, I don’t know what that is. Like all saints, he’d performed three miracles. Like all saints, he’d been martyred. He’d been burned at the stake. His last miracle had been his own resurrection.
I don’t know what to do with this diary. I never should have started it, and yet I think it’s important that I did. I think I’m going to turn myself in and give it to them. I suppose they’ll court-martial me over it, send me home. I don’t want to go home, but maybe I deserve it. At any rate, clearly, there are higher powers than me at work here.
-End copy.-
All of the documentation by the U.S. during the war was massive. All of the officers, nurses, spies, bean counters, and everybody else contributed to the pile. This was long before the digital age, or even microfiche, so the sheer scale of the paperwork is hardly conceivable. It could have been measured by the cargo holds of liberty ships.
After the war, the Army and Navy needed someplace to store it all. Any of it could have had unforeseen value, and destroying it was never an option. In 1951, with the Korean War raging and threatening to exacerbate the document problem, the Department of Defense decided to build a massive new warehouse archive to store it all. In 1956, the Military Personnel Records Center was finished. Ostensibly the archive was meant to store personnel records, but the military being the military, and the warehouse being of such a huge scale, it housed other records as well. Records such as the nurse’s diary, records of things unnatural. Supernatural. Only to be seen by top men.
One of the items discussed during the facility’s construction was the inclusion of a sprinkler fire prevention system. There was a concern that such a system could leak, and cause water damage to all the important documents. So the archive was built without one.
In 1973 the building burned down, taking millions of documents with it. The cause was never officially determined. At the time, and for many years after, the biggest problem was the bureaucratic nightmare it caused for millions of veterans and collecting the benefits they were entitled to.
To a very small community, namely us, the damage was a travesty. That’s the purpose of this project. To retrieve the documentation, study, and catalog it, this entry is only the first example. Naturally, the question arises- how do we retrieve these files if they were all destroyed in the fire? Well, that’s on a need-to-know basis, Lieutenant, and you don’t need to know.
Author's Notes: The War Files is meant to be an on-going series of horror stories set in and around WWII, and the very real Archive Fire. Maybe it would make a good podcast? This was sort of a pilot episode and thought it would fit the theme of this month's event. If you liked the story and want to read more, I'll probably post them either to my subreddit EBDavis or my substack ebdavis.substack.com
2023.06.05 13:59 accurate_appeall Chance an asian economics major to top US universities
Currently a rising senior.
Demographics: Straight male, Asian, US-born citizen living abroad in Asia, private international school.
SAT: 1530 (superscore),
1st SAT: 1470(English 730, Math: 740)
2nd SAT: 1500(English 700, Math, 800)
GPA: I attend an IB school but our GPA system is messed up. We have not received our exact school standard UW/W GPA yet.
IB: HL MATH AI(4), HL ECONOMICS(6), HL BM(6)
SL BIOLOGY(6), SL ENGLISH LANG & LIT(5), SL SPANISH AB(7)
Total Score: 34/42
Awards: 4 total international level gold awards and one bronze award at major international competitions(more on the way).
Extracurriculars:
- Head of department of marketing and public relations and English tutor at a free quality Education providing NGO.
- Project leadeCFO of a highschooler fund with $100,000 as assets under management
- Head of finance and operations at a youth coding start-up
- Solo project leader that educates orphanage raised adults about economics/business/investment ETC
- Completed internship at a major US accounting firm as a student intern
- Wrote and published an official research paper regarding theorems that can be applied in the stock market
- Chief financial officer for school Multi-lingual club.
- Member of school Business club
- Member of school environment club
- Member of school service club
- Student reporter for a major news publication in local region
- Will complete summer course at Brown University this summer
- Varsity basketball shooting guard from Freshman year to sophmore however outed for the entire season in junior year due to personal injury. Couldnt even try out for team.
- Varsity volleyball right side hitter from Freshman year to sophmore however outed for the entire season in junior year due to personal injury. Couldnt even try out for team.
Essay: still working but I have managed to already finish a complete essay for this 2023-24 commonapp cycle prompt
LOR:
counselor: I am very close to my counselor on a perosnal level.
economics teacher: I am close to my econ teacher as I volunteered for many positons that supported him.
math teacher: He has seen me struggle the most after my freshman/sophmore year where I had scored a 98% for math. He has seen me overcome these struggles.
Schools:
ED1: NYU CAS economics
ED2: Boston College
RD:
Tufts
Boston University
Columbia
Brown
WashU
UMichigan Ann Arbour
USC
Emory
Georgetown
CMU
UCs( UCLA, UCB, UCD, UCI, UCSB, UCSD)
UIUC URoch
UNC
UVA
Northeastern
Purdue
Syracuse
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Demographics: Straight male, Asian, US-born citizen living abroad in Asia, private international school.
SAT: 1530 (superscore),
1st SAT: 1470(English 730, Math: 740)
2nd SAT: 1500(English 700, Math, 800)
GPA: I attend an IB school but our GPA system is messed up. We have not received our exact school standard UW/W GPA yet.
IB: HL MATH AI(4), HL ECONOMICS(6), HL BM(6)
SL BIOLOGY(6), SL ENGLISH LANG & LIT(5), SL SPANISH AB(7)
Total Score: 34/42
Awards: 4 total international level gold awards and one bronze award at major international competitions(more on the way).
Extracurriculars:
- Head of department of marketing and public relations and English tutor at a free quality Education providing NGO.
- Project leadeCFO of a highschooler fund with $100,000 as assets under management
- Head of finance and operations at a youth coding start-up
- Solo project leader that educates orphanage raised adults about economics/business/investment ETC
- Completed internship at a major US accounting firm as a student intern
- Wrote and published an official research paper regarding theorems that can be applied in the stock market
- Chief financial officer for school Multi-lingual club.
- Member of school Business club
- Member of school environment club
- Member of school service club
- Student reporter for a major news publication in local region
- Will complete summer course at Brown University this summer
- Varsity basketball shooting guard from Freshman year to sophmore however outed for the entire season in junior year due to personal injury. Couldnt even try out for team.
- Varsity volleyball right side hitter from Freshman year to sophmore however outed for the entire season in junior year due to personal injury. Couldnt even try out for team.
Essay: still working but I have managed to already finish a complete essay for this 2023-24 commonapp cycle prompt
LOR:
counselor: I am very close to my counselor on a perosnal level.
economics teacher: I am close to my econ teacher as I volunteered for many positons that supported him.
math teacher: He has seen me struggle the most after my freshman/sophmore year where I had scored a 98% for math. He has seen me overcome these struggles.
Schools:
ED1: NYU CAS economics
ED2: Boston College
RD:
Tufts
Boston University
Columbia
Brown
WashU
UMichigan Ann Arbour
USC
Emory
Georgetown
CMU
UCs( UCLA, UCB, UCD, UCI, UCSB, UCSD)
UIUC URoch
UNC
UVA
Northeastern
Purdue
Syracuse