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minecraftbookshelf · 4 months

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Biglong ask incoming, I kept getting more ideas as I typed lol. Hope you’ve got a ramble already locked and loaded. This might be a bit much otherwise, sorry. 😅

So… How big are things in MoS? Like the empires are presumably much larger than the Minecraft counterparts, being actually functional empires. How long is travel between the empires? Is the Minecraft map basically proportional or would things scale up differently? Is there just a separate map for the AU or are the broad strokes close enough to use the original world as a reference?

And what does travel actually look like? Are elytra a common thing for people to have? If they’re rare and valuable, who gets to use them? How about boats, horses, camels, lamas, donkeys? What’s common? Are there empire specific preferences for mounts/vehicles? Do we got flying machines, and would you see them outside the grimlands? How does pix tend to travel when he goes wandering?

When the dragons get brought back (gem would not appreciate the passive voice there) do dragon riders pop up? Do they become more common mounts eventually?

Do you have any big trade routes you already thought of? Is ocean trade and travel generally allowed by lizze? Are there any silly circuitous routes that trade or travel has to take to get around closed off borders; get around both as in literally geographically around and metaphorically, as in around the rules.

Do winged sophonts ride on mounts sometimes; for comfort or for pomp and circumstance? Or is flying just so much faster that they basically never bother? Are there underwater mounts for the seafolk? Do seafolk use boats for themselves? Can seafolk swim faster than boats? Travel long distances faster?

Nether travel exists too! Or does it? Xornoth didn’t get possessed, so is the nether still around? If it is, how common is nether travel? Is it like the baseline for long trips, or a restricted ultra-fast highway? Probably depends on how hard it is to make portals in AUland. Do they even make more at all? If not commonplace, do the portals have like, waiting lists? Who tends to use them? Is it mostly used for trade?

Oh jeez, my asks are only getting longer. I feel like I need a tldr. Actually..

TLDR: a bunch of questions about travel in the MoS AU, more specifically regarding, in order; scale, vehicles, borders, trade routes, flying and swimming manually, and the nether.

Ok, now I think I’m finally actually done, for real this time, and I hope you have a good day. <3

Usually I either do have a ramble locked and loaded or it doesn't take much to get one going so I wouldn't worry about it XD

going to go ahead and preemptively pop in a readmore because, all this. (Also this ask is very funny to me because the literal first few paragraphs of the upcoming chapter do actually talk a bit about travel. In the sense of "Jimmy has flown all the way to the Overgrown and is dried up and cranky about it.")

How Big Is It All?

I have messed a bit with the proportions. On the actual SMP for example, Helianthia is one of the smaller empires, while that just...isn't quite feasible for the purposes of the AU since the sort of large scale agriculture happening there needs Space. Even when its magically assisted agriculture. Basically I'm using the official map and just adjusting proportions a bit. I might make my own "official" version for the AU at some point, but I haven't really bothered at this point.

Helianthia, Mezalea, and Mythland in particular are all pretty big. Some of the other kingdoms, like Pixandria, are fairly small but just spread out over a large area. (In this case, small populations clustered in a few different oases) Rivendell technically has a fairly large territory, but a lot of the Southern reaches of it are abandoned. Things like that.

Travel?

Travel time depends on who is traveling to/from where and how. There are elytra but they are extremely rare and are reserved for the rulers themselves and, in a few cases, particularly trusted messengers who act as couriers for high-security documents/messages. Mythland, Mezalea, Pixandria, Helianthia, The Ocean, The Swamp, and The Grimlands all make use of elytra to differing levels, while Rivendell, The Overgrown, and The Lost Empire have enough citizens with wings of their own that they don't really bother. The Crystal Cliffs use spells to achieve the same effect (Shrub doesn't even arrive until after the story has already begun, so I leave them out of a lot of this discussion mostly because a lot of it will be in the actual fics explicitly as they learn to find their way around a strange new world full of stupidly tall people.)

Boats and ships are very common for the seafaring kingdoms; The Swamp, Mezalea, and Mythland. Pixandria also has a few but they mostly use them for near-shore fishing and shorter ferry trips. Ocean trade and travel routes are heavily effected by the existence of the Ocean Empire in general and Lizzie in particular. The Mythlands used to be much more seafaring then they currently are, and yes, they do have to take some rather circuitous routes these days.

There are very much empire specific preferences for mounted travel, though horses are fairly standard in most empires. A lot of those will show up fairly quickly in the series so I won't do a full breakdown here but yes, Pearl does have her golden goose because I love that that is a thing.

Pix has traveled just about every way imaginable and he is just as likely to show up at your door on foot as he is by elytra.

There are some flying machines, though they are not incredibly reliable. They are mostly used by the Grimlands yes though Mezalea also has a couple of more dirigible-style transports.

I'm actually going to put a pin in the topic of the dragons for now. :)

What is travel between empires like? Who lets people through easily, who doesn’t, and how do they enforce it? (especially with the flying people) What’s the process to be allowed into more closed off empires? I imagine the rules are different with allies, so what are they in that case? Do you have any big trade routes you already thought of? Is ocean trade and travel generally allowed by lizze? Are there any silly circuitous routes that trade or travel has to take to get around closed off borders; get around both as in literally geographically around and metaphorically, as in around the rules.

These will both be kind of covered in the post that I will make with the trade routes map i mentioned making earlier but the tldr is yes, alliances definitely affect trade and travel, though the emperors themselves tend to go wherever they want and show up on each others doorstep with zero warning, there are some instances in which this is heavily discouraged. (Mythical Sausage is Not Welcome in the Cod Swamp. He shows up anyway. This is a major topic of conversation that I have been writing about lately XD) Some empires also heavily discourage air travel by outsiders.

(So yes most of the winged rulers do have backup mounts for such cases.)

The Ocean Empire does not really use boats or ships but the Swamp does. Some Sea-folk are faster than ships straight up, but mostly they aren't as limited by ocean currents and wind patterns and so can often take more direct routes. (Though they also do use the currents)

Nether travel does exist. Xornoth's connection to the Nether is a little bit different in this AU, just because I've tweaked the mythology to suit my own purposes and story. So there are Nether roads, though how frequently they are used and how well they are maintained varies wildly. The Ocean Empire and the majority of The Swamp population avoid it when possible, because it's basically instant dehydration for them and is an incredibly dangerous way to travel. A significant portion of the Rivendell population is also very ill-suited for travel in the Nether as well. It's primarily used for extreme distances or for some of the WRA. It's mostly used for time sensitive things that won't be harmed by the heat. Some trade, but mostly travel.

Nether travel won't show up much for the first two arcs but will feature heavily in the third arc so I'll go into it in a lot more detail there.

#ask and it shall be answered #tripleanuisance #marriage of state au #rain rambles #mos: asks #mos: ensemble #mos: worldbuilding #mos: pixlriffs #mos: the grimlands #mos: mezalea #mos: sausage #mos: ocean empire #mos: xornoth

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mihrsuri · 5 months

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Once @kawuli and I talked about trees and I will never ever forget it - though perhaps the exact words elude me I will never forget the feeling of understanding, of how much Mo is both kind and eloquent and has this wisdom. Of how much quiet but significant words and images and texts have pushed me back off the edge over the years. Mo who writes so gorgeously and…I think of the combination of art and science, of how they aren’t separate really, they link together. That’s Mo, that beautiful interwined trees and flowers. I think of some absolutely brilliant meta about agriculture and the world of the Hunger Games. I think of how Mo’s shaping of trauma thoughts have made so much make sense for me. I think of my friend, a close friend regardless of in person meetings. And that is…it’s such a gift.

#lil is a sap #saati tag

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ssuminshan-official · 1 year

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Jing Manor 📍.

Yao and his team dimple were meeting with a few hulijings.

Hu Ming (a random hulijing): Huangdi, your new project is marvelous. Now we don't have to travel far to get to a well. And there's easy access to it, in case of fire.

Yao: right. I would like to thank my work force for developing our first man made. I mean, hulijing made, dam/river.

Hu ming: very generous.

Yao: come on. Why should the imperial palace be the only place to have that technology. What about the people.

Huyao ling: Huangdi.

Yao: talk to me.

Huyao ling: we have seen some fierce corpses around one of our provinces.

Yao: ohh really? Did anyone get injured while trying to attack them?

Huyao ling; yea only 15. But don't worry, they're being taken care off by your assigned house doctors.

Yao: ok. Team dimple will be on the fierce corpse problem.

Huyao ling: thank you huangdi.

Xue yang: can I keep them?

Su she: ew no!

Mo xuanyu: that would be so awesome to experiment on!

Yao: do whatever you want with them. As long as they're not causing harm to innocent people.

Xue yang: maul the enemies. Got it!

Yao: oh Chengmei.

Yao: and as for projects. I'm working on something to boost the agricultural sector.

Hu ming: that's so great, Huangdi.

The empire is truly flourishing.

Yao: thanks to everyone.

Su she: (yaoyao did all this, but never gave credit to himself. Such a role model.).

Hulijing folks: Huangdi is very generous. May we take your leave?

Yao: sure. And take care.

Mo xuanyu: here are some talismans. For protection.

Huyao ling: thank you, official Mo.

~ Afrerwards ~

Xichen: A-Yao.

Yao: *stood up* A-Huan!

Xichen: *holds his hand, then goes to kneel*

Yao: A-Huan no.

*hugs*

Xichen: *wraps his arms around him*

Xue yang: hi Lan lips. How are you?

Xichen: xue yang. I'm fine.

Xichen: *cups face* Yaoyao. I have something to tell you. But don't be sad.

Yao: what is it, er ge?

Su she: how dare you break up with Yaoyao!

Mo xuanyu: you break his heart. I break your face.

Xue yang: can you believe this Lan lips!

Xichen: guys relax. I'm not going to break up with A-Yao. I would never.

Trio: whew!!

Xichen: I'm going into seclusion for a few months, A-Yao.

Yao: what? Why?

Xichen: to perfect myself.

Other than reflection, we also go into seclusion to practice meditation. It recharges the qi. *grabs hands lovingly* I want to become perfect for you.

Yao: you're already perfect for me, A-Huan.

Xichen: *kisses* then I'll be more perfect.

Yao: well I can't stop you from doing your Lan customs.

But I'll send a few fox spirits to make sure that you eat and sleep well.

Xichen: awww. Well I can't refuse my beloved Huangdi either.

Yao: *smile*

Yao: *calls* Shiliang, Zhengzheng, Hui.

Attendants: *running in* Huangdi.

Yao: please check up on A-Huan during his seclusion. Make sure he eats and sleeps.

Attendants: yes Huangdi. Will do.

Xichen: *caressing Yao's face* now. In the mean time, I can spend time with you.

Before I come from seclusion.

Yao: mn!

Xichen: maybe you can tour your palace, and you can teach me about your empire.

Heehee, only if his highness agrees.

Yao: A-Huan, that would be lovely indeed.

Xichen: let's go.

Su she: Yao Huangdi, we'll investigate the fierce corpse problem.

Yao: excellent. Now be careful guys.

Xue yang: we're always careful, Jiggybun.

Yao: alright *smile*.

Come with me, A-Huan. Let's take a walk down the hall. *hugs arm*

Xichen: sure.

Xichen: you have a beautiful place, A-yao.

Yao: thank you, A-Huan.

Xichen: I'm sure that Huangdi doesn't get lost I'm his own home.

Yao: nop. I remember all the routes.

Xichen: *hugs his waist* that's good.

A-Yao, your hulijing subjects look so contented. They don't have a care in the world.

Yao: that's their nature. And I, as a fellow hulijing, will continue to govern them in accordance to their nature.

It's easier for them.

And they love me so much.

Xichen: I can see that.

Yao: back to you, A-Huan. Did team dimple force you into going into seclusion?

Xichen: no, lol. And I love team dimple.

Sometime I want a little chaos too, A-Yao.

The cloud recesses is kinda boring.

Yao: yess, definitely team dimple will make you laugh.

Xichen: I love how They're always there for you. They're overprotective towards you like a family.

Yao: mhm.

Xichen: team dimple can torment me anytime.

Yao: *giggles*

A-Huan, how about we have some tea and snacks at one of my favorite places in the Manor.

Xichen: sounds good. *lovingly and playfully bows* Huangdi.

Yao: A-Huan! You.

Thereafter he stopped some attendants passing by.

Yao: please, can you accommodate us? Like send some refreshments? At the silk teahouse.

Will do, Huangdi.

Xichen: hmm, silk teahouse.

Yao: yup. It's a pavillion here.

Silk teahouse is an outdoor pavillion, that's decorated with silk fabric. It's gorgeous!

Xichen: you're gorgeous.

Yao: *blushing* don't make me blush.

Xichen: can't I not state facts.

~At the silk teahouse pavillion~

Xichen: *lovingly supporting him* have a seat, A-Yao.

Yao: mn.

Fuying and Xiying: Huangdi and Lan Gui Fei, your snacks and refreshments

Yao: how delightful. Thank you.

Xiying: we'll give you our privacy.

Xichen: *holding his hand while looking into his eyes*

Yao: *smiling warmly*

Lost in thoughts again?

Xichen: lost in you.

Yao: oh. *blush*

Xichen: did they just call me Gui fei?

Yao: yup.

Xichen: I'm so happy.

Yao: *caresses face* and I'm the luckiest in this world.

Xichen: *smile* so sweet of my emperor.

Yao: *opens fan*

Xichen: now where did my little diva get the fan from

Yao: in my sleeve.

Xichen: aww how elegant and graceful.

Yao: *flutters fan*

Xichen: hmm. Let me get diva some tea.

*pours*

Yao: lovely. *closes fan, then takes a sip*

Let me pour some out for you.

Here you go.

Xichen: *sips*

Xichen: your hulijings make good tea.

Yao: certainly they do.

But speaking of attendants. I think I should assign some to you.

Xichen: that's not necessary.

Yao: oh er ge. Who would send food to you, and organize your clothes? Just leave it to me. I'll assign attendants for you.

Xichen: whatever makes you happy.

Xichen: *feeds* here's a osmanthous cake*

Yao: mmmm.

Xichen: you like?

Yao: yes!

Yao: ah, I feel so relaxed. *makes his tail and fox ears appear*

Xichen: *blushing*

Yao: *flicks his tail, and shows off his dimples*

Xichen: *wipes his nosebleed*

Yao: A-Huan, what happened?

Xichen: Whenever I see you, I just fall in love with you more.

Yao: *flicks tail*

Xichen: *mesmerized.

Yao: do you wish to cuddle it?

Xichen: am I worthy, emperor?

Yao: yes you are.

Xichen: *kisses his floof*

Yao: *giggle* A-Huan.

Xichen: heehee.

Yao: is it fluffy?

Xichen: yes.

Yao: I would have two or three attendants groom it delicately, every single day.

They would groom it and put different organic oils.

Xichen: that's so cute.

Yao: yea. Other than them, I would only let special people touch it.

Yangyang, Minshan, Xuanyu. And of course my A-Huan.

Xichen: I'm honoured.

Yao: *kisses his hands*

Xichen: you're really really adorable.

Yao: mn. The cutest of all hulijings!!

Xichen: indeed you are.

Yao: *snuggles in his arms* so your family doesn't like me?

Xichen: you know that shufu is dramatic. He'll cool down

Yao: I hope so, A-Huan. I can't lose you.

Xichen: I can't lose you either. That's why I'm ready to marry even without his consent.

Yao: oh my. Lan lips. You're a rebel.

Xichen: anything for you!

Xichen: I'm deeply in love with the emperor.

Yao: *blushing* and. I'm deeply in love with you.

Xiyao then pulled each other into passionate kiss, when suddenly a piece of fabric fell on them, covering them up elegantly.

However that didn't stop them from kissing and fondling each other.

Team dimple: *entering*

Su she: A-Yao, we're BA---

Trio: *gasp*

Xiyao: *startled*

Xy and mxy: *covering each other's eyes*

Su she: *gasps* Lan lips.

Xue yang: what are you doing to our Jiggybun!!

Mo xuanyu: Lan lips that's inappropriate.

Yao: oh team dimple, you're back!

Xue yang: yup. And there are maybe two fierce corpses tied up in your imperial court room.

Yao: *laughing* maybe?

Xue yang: I came with a souvenir.

And your fox spirits had tied them up, and now are guarding them.

Mo xuanyu: we drew a protective array on Jingjing and its other districts.

Yao: excellent.

Xichen: how talented of team dimple!

Trio: *sternly glaring at him*

Xichen: so I can't kiss A-yao?

Su she: no.

Xue yang: you can. But not to blind us.

Mo xuanyu: have you heard of PDA.

Xue yang: nah that's intense pda from him. See how he had his Lan lips all over Jiggy.

Su she: shameless.

Yao: guys, relax.

What if I initiated the kiss.

Mo xuanyu: well that's amazing! Slayyy.

Su she: you deserve everything.

Xue yang: you should get everything you wish, Jiggy. You're a boss.

Xichen: team dimple hates me, lol.

Xue yang: no we don't. We just love Jiggy.

Mo xuanyu: we're TEAM DIMPLE. do you have dimples, Lan lips?

Xichen: *laughing*

Su she: at least you didn't force our A-Yao. You're off the hook.

Mo xuanyu: all in favor.

Sms and xy: I! Lan lips will not be sent to jail.

Xichen: excuse me, JAIL?!

Xue yang: yea we would have tied you up. Or put you in a cage.

Su she: or give you a look.

Yao: *caresses lxc's face, while still sitting on his lap.* anyways. Good that you gave Lan lips a chance.

Xichen: *blushing*

Xue yang: Jiggy is just smoking hot without trying.

Su she: I know right.

Mo xuanyu: my SIMPtoms are acting up.

~~~

Cloud recesses 📍.

Lan xichen had started his seclusion in the Hanshi.

Weeks of severe penance passed by quickly.

Now he's is awake and ready to face another day.

Xichen: *carrying a bucket of hot water for his bath*

What?

Shiliang: greetings honorable Zewu Jun. We have already prepared your bath.

Hui: and I have sent refreshments.

Xichen: thank you! You're too kind. But it's not necessary.

I'm not going to eat today.

Zhengzheng: at least drink some tea.

Xichen: ah. Your emperor sent you.

Hui: yes.

Xichen: how is he?

Hui: fine. But he'll be upset if you don't eat and take care of yourself.

Xichen: ok ok. I'll eat.

Zhengzheng: Huangdi loves you a lot. So we must take care of you.

Shiliang: what are you going to do today, honorable Zewu Jun?

Xichen: meditate.

Shiliang: we'll dust your mat for you.

Hui: our tails work as excellent brooms.

Xichen: you must relax. I don't want to overwork you.

Hui: it's our duty, Zewu Jun.

Xichen: *shakes head* oh gosh.

@verycatbluebird just a third chapter

Don't mind me🤭

#jin guangyao #su she #meng yao #lan xichen #dimpledlianfang #mdzs #su minshan #mo dao zu shi #xue yang #mo xuanyu #the huli jing emperor

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theprojectani · 1 month

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"FRUITS OF HIS LABOR" 🌾

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The calm ambiance of dawn washed over the farm as all was still; fields of palay and corn lazily swayed along with the silent music of the wind. Chirping crickets could be heard in the canopy of the trees as the white noise of the nearby river was enough to lull anyone back to sleep. Yet on this chilly morning when the sun hasn’t even shone its rays above the hills, I heard my father already up and washing his face with the rainwater he collected overnight from the water drum. The roosters’ crows echoed from a distance, waking the guard dogs who started to bark at them. As they were too loud to continue sleeping, I had woken up the others so that we could start getting ready for the day. After we had all started fixing our beds, my father passed by the door. Rubbing the remaining crusts of sleep away from his bleary eyes, the man stifles a yawn as he stretches his aching limbs, still slightly sore from yesterday’s hard work. I followed him out to the porch where he sat down on his old rattan rocking chair. For a moment, he looked like one of those typical pictures of weary middle-aged men—his wrinkled hands reaching up to scratch at a head full of salt-and-pepper hair as he heaved out a sigh. When I had asked him what troubles him so, he responded, “Madami na naman ang kailangang bilhin” with great defeat evident in his tone.

My father turns to look beyond the acres of his farm, taking in the silent tranquility of the morning. It was still somewhat dark so he chuckled at how he woke up even earlier than the sun and the roosters that resided right outside his doorstep. The view outside stretches to show off the sheer size of the farm; even if it was dark, he knew these fields stretched out as far as the eye could see. With another sigh, he goes about the motions, mind half-awake as his body mechanically moves around his small farm house. By the time he properly registers his surroundings, his fingers are already securing the last buttons of his shirt. Apparently, he’s already fully dressed and ready for the day even without him knowing it.

Stepping outside, my father appeared to list things off of his head—likely the agricultural supplies needed for the farm and crosses them off one by one—fertilizers are running low, same with the sacks, may need to stock up on some insecticides and pesticides since it’ll be dry season, and a new shovel since the last one had just worn out. He then starts his pickup truck, beckons us to get on before driving onto the dirt road. At this point in time, the sun had risen enough that the golden blades of corn crops glistened as it caught the rays of sunlight. He commented, “Buti na lang marami na din ma-haharvest na ang mga mais dito. Sana maraming pupunta naman kay Kuya Matthew mo, Sam.” This I understood as he worries over how not a lot of farmers come to my brother’s grains center to sell their crops. Although this is usually due to how understaffed they are to account for all of them, leading to them going to other grain centers in the town.

Time passed by quickly as we continued our small talk throughout the ride that we didn’t notice that we had already arrived at the public market. It was a Sunday, which means that it was market day so the town center had become more crowded, bustling with vendors selling their wares, salespeople busy with the onslaught of customers and people who are hurrying to finish their errands. It took a few minutes to get to my mother’s store as there were too many tricycles, pickup trucks, vans and big jeepneys wading through the one lane street. “Mas madami na ding magsasaka na pumunta ngayon, ‘no?,” he remarked as he pointed at the weary older-looking men and women who have been carrying sacks and pesticides that they had just bought.

“Malalaki naman po ang mga dyip dito. Para saan po ba sila?,” asked Chan. My father answered, “Ah, dahil di usually na-a-afford ng mga farmer na pabalik-balik dito sa bayan. Halos lahat sila sa mga baryo nakatira at mga motorsiklo o caravan ang meron sa kanila. Ang mga dyip na iyon ang kanilang mode of transportation kaya mas maraming dumadayo kapag Linggo kasi market day nga naman at ngayon sila bibili uli ng mga kinakailangan nila araw-araw.” His words hold true as many of the jeepneys were packed to the brim of sacks upon racks of goods, and plastic baskets filled with vegetables, meat and other cooking ingredients. This goes the same with the tricycles which one would think would not be able to carry five people and three sacks of fertilizers, but somehow many of them do in this town.

As we followed my father around and helped him carry what he bought, the rest of the group commented on how delicately frugal other people have been with their basic necessities, scrutinizing and comparing goods while they rarely hesitate to purchase farm supplies that cost four digits—sometimes even five. “Dahil lang yan kasi sa nangungutang kami. Halos lahat walang ibang source of income kaya ini-invest na lahat sa pagsasaka. Kaya mas mahirap kapag di maganda ang ani o bumagyo at bumaha sa lugar namin,” my father explained as he loaded up all the eco bags at the back of the pickup truck. Starting up the engine, he remarked with a small smile, “Kaya dapat mag-aral kayo ng mabuti ah. Ang gusto lang talaga namin na magtapos kayo at makakuha ng magandang trabaho.”

With that, we were out of the town center and driving back to the farmhouse. It was good timing, too, as it just hit noon and the sun was still blazing high up in the sky as ever. Eventually as we got to the house and settled down, we wanted to know more about his experiences so we recorded an interview with him, which can be found through the link below:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1t3BQ3gVS7aN_DK4Cv2vG25_5zBDkUFck/view?usp=sharing

Disclaimer: This is the raw recording of the interview.

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sultanaislammow · 4 months

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I pulled a seven-kilometer network cable and made a live broadcast across no man’s land

This seven-kilometer optical cable HE Tuber crossing the no-man's land has since given signals to the top of the mountain, connecting the lonely mountain with the lively world outside.

Li Tianyu's hometown is Fusong Town, Baishan City, Jilin. It was a remote agricultural town. Our fathers left their hometowns and came here to make a living. They made a living by logging for many years. In his generation, the small town gradually withered due to forestry protection. Young people left their hometown and went out to work one after another. He also became a member of the wandering army.

The income during the wandering days was not high and unstable, and it was tiring and hard. At the end of 2017, he and his wife ended their wandering life and stayed in their hometown to start a business. After that, they made a living by being emcees, hosts, taking charge of commercial activities and doing small businesses, but they did not last long.

Because he heard that his distant relatives in other places could make money by doing live broadcasts, he decided to give it a try. However, in a remote town, live broadcasting is not a very serious profession in the eyes of most people. Li Tianyu did not dare to tell others that he was doing live broadcasting, not even to his parents.

The live broadcast has become a lonely journey. Initially he broadcast it at home, putting a wallpaper on the wall and decorating it slightly. But then it was very boring to broadcast it like this, and it was not interesting for others to watch. Although he insisted on broadcasting for 4 hours every day, no one interacted or talked to him after 4 hours.

"If you want to sell eggs, you stay in the hen's nest. If you want to sell duck eggs, you stay in the duck's nest." He heard such a sentence by chance and was deeply touched. In order to let customers see the source of the product with their own eyes, he moved the live broadcast room to a planting base on the mountain and started outdoor live broadcast.

But live streaming in the mountains is like living in the wilderness, long and lonely. There is no heating equipment on the mountain, so you just have to wear thick clothes. He lives in a makeshift cabin on the mountain, which leaks both wind and rain. It relies on a solar panel and two batteries for power. There was a pot on the mountain, so he gathered some firewood and used the water seeping from the mountain to make something more convenient to eat.

There are many dangers on the mountain, including wild boars and relatively poisonous hornets. Once he was stung, became allergic, and his hands and feet began to swell. It was indeed not very good, so he hurried down the mountain and received intravenous drips at the village health center for three days.

In addition to the harsh natural environment, he also has to face the disapproval of his fellow villagers and the doubts of netizens in the live broadcast room. People didn't know about naturally grown ginseng and questioned the price. He dug up ginseng while popularizing science and showed different pictures to netizens to increase their sense of participation. He also created a novel "blind participation" gameplay, allowing netizens to guess the price before digging. "Fans will never lose money, and if they guess wrong, they will get the bottom of the bargain." He gradually gained the trust of netizens in the live broadcast room.

Fans wanted to see Ganoderma lucidum, so he live broadcasted Ganoderma lucidum harvesting and built a glass house at the Ganoderma lucidum base.

In this way, the couple has been broadcasting for five years, and they are not willing to stop during the Spring Festival. Just like a cactus, relying on their tenacious vitality, they took root in the mountains and gained fans from all over the world. The seven-kilometer network cable is like the roots of a cactus, helping them to sink their roots deep into the mountains and grow with resilience.

A network cable and a mobile phone, one end is connected to the lonely depths of the mountain, and the other end is connected to the bustling world outside.

Online, a total of 70 million people have watched his live broadcast, which is very lively.

Li Tianyu's team has also become more lively than before. It has grown from a small team of a husband and wife to a large team of about 10 employees. The "logistics center" has expanded into a three-story building.

His hometown also became lively. He went to the mountains, forests, and villages, and used one month's sales to buy 2,000 kilograms of hazelnut mushrooms from the villagers. It took him more than a week to sell them all under pressure. Soybeans, millet and other local products from the folks are the most popular products in his live broadcast room. Over the years, he has sold more than 8 million yuan in agricultural products, and in 2021, he became the most popular farmer anchor.

The wind of the Internet has blown into remote towns. Under Li Tianyu's leadership, there are now more than 200 e-commerce practitioners in Fusong Town, and he has also trained hundreds of people to become anchors.

He said: "The live broadcast has changed the fate of our family and the fate of the entire Changbai Mountain."

#HETuber #Music #Gaming #Entertainment #Science And Technology

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mcveighparker · 7 months

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#timber posts #tree guards #Agricultural supplies near me

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the-final-straw-blog · 2 years

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Propaganda By The Seed (with Aaron Parker and Tim Holland)

This week on the show, we feature a chat with Aaron Parker of Edgewood Nursery & Tim Holland (aka MC Sole), who together form the Propaganda By The Seed podcast. You can find the podcast on the channel zero network, Libsyn, and a bunch of streaming services. We hope you enjoy this chat as much as Bursts did. We talk about their project of sharing conversations with various farmers, herbalists, propagators, scavengers, historians and cooks about plants, food autonomy, agriculture mutual aid and a host of other, related topics.

You can find a bunch of Sole's music at his bandcamp. And, if you want to hear past convos we’ve had, you can find a chat Tim & Bursts had (when Bursts was wicked underslept) in 2017 or Amar & Bursts on the "final" Solecast in 2020.

Amy's Kitchen Labor Issues

For a few articles on the Amy’s Kitchen labor issues, since they closed a factory in San Jose, laying off 300 employees with no notice…:

NBC News: https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/amys-kitchen-says-food-made-love-factory-say-job-left-injured-rcna8189

PrismReports: https://prismreports.org/2022/08/04/amys-kitchen-closes-san-jose-workers-organize/

Forbes: https://www.forbes.com/sites/michelesimon/2022/08/09/hypocrisy-at-amys-kitchen-can-a-food-company-be-truly-sustainable-when-it-comes-to-worker-rights/?sh=543c569b3b11

Eater.com: https://www.eater.com/23011738/amys-kitchen-boycott-labor-dispute-workers-california

Mo Evil Foods:

Their site: https://www.moevilfoods.com/

our interview from 2020: https://www.moevilfoods.com/inspiration/support-essential-workers-jhf6r

Laborwave Radio interivew: https://www.laborwaveradio.com/post/no-evil-foods

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Featured Tracks Include:

Keeper of the Ecosystems (instrumental) by Sole from Worlds Not Yet Gone (Black Box Tapes)

The Old (w/ Oldeaf) by Sole

Flood by Sole and DJ Pain 1 from Nihilismo

Check out this episode!

#anarchist #podcast #interview #feminist #antifa #anticapitalist

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kawuli · 5 years

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I grew up on stories of the Dust Bowl.

My dad’s parents were Okies--environmental refugees, before anyone had a word for it. They left their families, the land they were renting, their animals, took their 1-year-old daughter, and drove to California. My grandpa worked in a peach packing plant. My grandma cleaned houses.

They were so lonely that after a couple years they went back to Oklahoma, with their total savings of $20. Later, they bought land. Built a house. Survived.

My mom’s dad was a kid then, and his family stayed in western Kansas. Stayed because my great-grandpa was too damn stubborn to leave, stayed when their neighbors had all left, stayed because they didn’t have enough money to leave. They slept with wet rags over their faces. My great-grandpa tied a string around his waist, tied the other end to the house, and went to check on the cows, while my great-grandma tried to make soup from a little milk and a little flour. There was so much dust swirling in the air, the soup turned to mud. She cried, begged her husband once more to let them leave, and they went to bed hungry.

My grandpa’s oldest brother was the first one in the county to leave his wheat stubble in the field instead of plowing it under after the harvest. His neighbors made fun of him. His parents scolded him for having messy fields. 70 years later, at his funeral, someone told how people from Japan came to visit the farm, to see what he was doing differently.

More than 80 years after the Dust Bowl, I stood on a mountain in Ecuador watching, horrified, as a man with a tractor plowed a steep field. He would back up the hill, set the disk in the ground at the top of the field, and drive down, breaking up the soil, dragging it downhill. Dust billowed around him.

The man next to me, a rich-for-the-area farmer, sighed happily. “Look at all that dust. Isn’t that great?”

“What? No!” I was shocked.

“Why not? That’s what a modern farm looks like.”

I thought of the old black-and-white photos, dust clouds like black walls rolling in across the prairie. That’s what a modern farm looked like, too.

The next field down, four people and four oxen--well, dairy cows used as oxen--were planting. They used plows, too, but instead of a disk pulverizing the soil, their plow was a straight piece of wood, metal from an old leaf spring bolted to the end. One team of oxen used that plow to open a furrow, the women walking behind dropped maize seeds into the soil, and the second team of oxen dragged the same kind of plow just above the first, closing the furrow and burying the seeds. They walked along the hill--side to side, furrows running along the contour of the hill. If they were raising any dust, it wasn’t enough for me to see from across the valley.

The man with the tractor probably finished in an hour or two. The whole group, people and oxen and all, probably spent the whole day planting the same size field.

As the maize grew tall, you could see the difference: In the tractored field, the top rows were yellow, spindly, trying to root in the yellow-brown clay the topsoil had once covered. Down below, in dark, rich earth, the maize was tall, green, strong.

In Mali, years later, a farmer explained to a group of visiting scientists why, despite having made erosion control bunds, his rows of maize still went up and down the slope, instead of along the contour, parallel with the bunds. “Because of the wind,” he said, like it was obvious--because it was. In the rainy season, the wind comes from the south, and when storms come it blows hard enough to send dust and dishes and clothes left on the line flying and tumbling with it.

The rows of maize have to be parallel to that wind, or they’ll blow over. So sure, you can put the scientists’ earthen ridges in to block the downhill flow of water, but your rows can’t follow that meandering contour. Your rows have to face into the wind.

For thousands of years we’ve been coaxing, wrestling, dragging our food from the soil. If we’re careful, and lucky, we can make our peace with it. If we charge into places unknown--the high plains of Kansas and Oklahoma, the steep slopes of the Andes, the storm-swept fields of West Africa--if we plow, and plant, and harvest without thinking? Without learning from the place? Dust clouds blackening the horizon, stunted maize on worn-out soil, crops blown down in thunderstorms--the earth is forgiving, but only so far. We have time to learn, to make mistakes, to do what is easy even when it does harm, but only so much. Beyond that, we destroy the very literal foundations of our lives.

#agriculture #IDK I JUST #there are lessons here and things i've learned #but for now it's a story #the bullet points can come later #aaaand now i gotta go to work #mo talks about agriculture

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modlisznik · 3 years

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Dankovsky thoughts let's goooo

(judging by the shards of Discourse reaching me despite all the blocks it's literally the worst time to publish this, but well)

Now, I'm supporting this interpretation mostly on Patho 2 and Marble Nest and I'm aware that the moment the Bachelor's route sees the light of day (WHEN???) it all can turn out wildly inaccurate and frankly just my wishful thinking... but hell, it's certainly no less skewed and personal than all the other takes flying around. Besides, it's all just an interpretation of this one humble actor, Mark Immortel gave me the permit, sue me.

What I often see discussed in fan spaces is "what if Daniil wants to defeat death because (personal_reason)". What if it's supposed to prove his usefulness to the powers that be? What if he grew up as an overachieving kid with strict parents, and now he feels he's a fraud and a failure unless he literally does the impossible thing? What if he suffers from thanatophobia, so it's a fight against the source of his very real fear? What if there's a personal tragedy, someone dead who he desperately wants to bring back? Now I'm not here to bash anyone's interpretation, we're all valid here and I love seeing all these ideas, that's what the fandom is for. But what I, Mo, wish to see in this character is a little different.

First, the dying - it's about control. Danko is all about control, whether it's how quickly he jumps into action and assumes a directive role, how frustrated he is about people disregarding orders... and that lovely Latin quote in Diurnal ending; while Artemy mostly goes with the flow and trust his intuition, Daniil wants to seize control of the situation and play his most optimal scenario. With the way he talks about his work in Thanatica, I don't get the feeling that their goal was full and total immortality, complete eradication of the phenomenon of dying (think about all the folk tales about closing Death in a bottle and the mayhem that ensues), but rather understanding and, ultimately, controlling the process of dying. To give people means and tools to decide whether they *want* to die at this point or not. And... it's a good thing? And not at all selfish, mind you, he's not like a lich in D&D, he doesn't seek to stop his own death. Or even the death of someone he loves. From what we know, his goals are genuinely altruistic. To stop people from dying unless they want to is a good thing, that's a benefit to humanity as a whole. And it's a benefit not lesser than the gift of flying, of defying gravity; just like with flying, it's not about eradicating the gravity (because it has certain benefits lol) but about controlling the fall. The whole idea might sound stupid, fantastical, utopian, but hey - we made some progress in this field already since the times Patho - presumably - takes place, we now understand death as a lack of brain functions rather than lack of heartbeat; who knows what's next. We should study it, we should ask questions. But it wouldn't be interesting if Daniil was just a humble lab-dwelling scientist. Since he has all this dramatic aura of a mad scientist around him, since he speaks about his study in the terms of "fighting death", he invites questions about his motives. At one hand, I get it - people who are happy and feel fulfilled don't pick impossible fights so yeah, it's fair to speculate what kind of damage made him this way. But on the other hand... there's this idea that every time we get a character whose aim is to disrupt the status quo we're almost conditioned to assume that they are somehow damaged, hurt, broken, that under all their ideas lies some trauma that we can point our fingers at and say "aha, so that's what it was all about, see, you aren't happy in this world because you are broken. The world is fine as it is, let's get you some therapy". I just don't vibe with it, and I disagree with the idea that every attempt at the betterment of mankind must come from the place of trauma, must be fuelled by trauma; I don't want to think that the only kind of motivation is the negative one. There are beautiful stories to be told about that, but I don't want for them to be the only story.

I want Daniil who actually, genuinely loves humanity. I want him to really be exceptionally intelligent, well educated and decide that since he has these extraordinary means, it is his duty to put them to the best possible use because you can demand the most from those who have the most and what goal could be nobler for a doctor than to give people an upper hand against death? I want him to have that aura of the XIX scholars who still unironically believed in progress (and were more than a little into occultism). I want him to dream about growing apple tree gardens in the desert (to hell with sustainable agricultural practices lol) while recognizing that people still need bread, even if they need dreams more. And I want him to be a vain, petty dandy with short temper and a capability to be a tiny wee murderous, because people are allowed to be messy and contradictory

So he loves humanity, but has troubles loving, or even relating to particular people. He's self-absorbed, and his focus is at the same time too wide and too narrow, because while he fights the fight of the largest possible scope - against death, against god and nature for the betterment of all mankind - he fails to take into account all the mundane struggle of the people around him. I don't believe that he despises people, as the Death says in Marble Nest, but rather underestimates them. As many of the truly passionate, he can't believe that the people around him could NOT recognize the importance of his work, realize that he's doing it all for them and at least not get in his way. He assumes that people are, at their core, rational and will behave reasonably - or rather, the way he expects them to, the way he himself would behave, because he has trouble putting himself in someone else's shoes. And he ends up disappointed, over and over, when his ideas about what would people do clash against people being, well, people with their own agendas. When the Plague strikes, he does what's rational - orders a quarantine, forbids people from leaving their homes and so on -expecting people to recognize the level of danger the same way he does and comply for their own good; lo and behold, his safety measures are being broken left and right. When the corpses pile up, he expects people to understand the sanitary hazard the same way he does and recognize that the very real threat of *another* outbreak is more important than the words of a distressed girl living at the graveyard. He wants them to disregard their personal plans and customs because that's what he would do. At the same time yes, he is arrogant, he assumes he knows best, he immediately puts himself at the very top of the responsibility ladder - but I get the feeling that it's not because he thinks so poorly of anyone else, rather so highly of himself, expects so much from himself. And as a result of seeing himself as the most crucial person around - to fight the plague; I don't think he considers himself important because of who he is but what he does - he ends up with this patronizing attitude that he considers others his helpers, the extension of his will, or not at all. where I'm getting with this? I'm not sure; I really don't have list of themes I want to see in his route, I trust in the devs to handle it with the same care that hook me in the Artemy's route. I'm curious about what kind of story they want to tell. But in the meantime - we all know it's going to be bittersweet at best and something something about flying too close to the sun and how every miracle is paid with blood. Still, we need people dreaming about these miracles and for once, I wish that this dream was born out of love

#pathologic #pathologic 2 #ohgod what have I done #I've spent way too much time on writing this instead of playing games #it's like I'm being punished for my hubris already #anyway have a good one patho fandom

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Lucien: Company Project [Translation]

Translation after the cut!

[NOTE: This date does not contain spoilers for S2 of MLQC, but it is set in the S2 world! Also, this is like a part one to this date. The real date will be posted soon!]

Date begins with MC in her office, forming a plan for an advertisement shoot for hybrid vegetables.

[Section One]

“No, this topic is not original enough.”

“This one's captivating enough, but then it’s too farfetched.”

“This one’s too old-school..”

The thick stack of proposals and plans on my table were disregarded one by one, and after looking through it all, there wasn’t one that’d pleased me.

“Eh? Boss, have you not settled this proposal yet?”

She must’ve heard me sighing, because Willow decided to lend me a hand.

“Yeah.. After all, it’s a collaboration between us and Loveland’s Agricultural Research Institute, the show and the effects of it must be good enough.”

A little over a month ago, the company received an email from Loveland’s Agricultural Research Institute, inviting us to a collaboration to promote newly cultivated hybrid agricultural products.

Looking at the products, they seemed typical and simple. But they are bred by both the Agricultural Institute and the Highest Bioscience Research Centre, they are filled with plenty of nutritional and industrial value-made by artificially cultivating new products with different plants. However, due to its lack of advertisement, the market failed to open.

I looked at the delicious looking corn-melons, and other promotional pictures sent from the Agricultural Institute, filled with a countryside atmosphere.

“How do we promote such common products..”

There’s not much time left until the shoot, yet the style of the shoot still remained unplanned. I sighed, deciding to look through a few videos for inspiration, when Willow’s phone suddenly rang.

“Ah! It’s time! I should vote for the girl I’m supporting now!”

Willow reached out to her phone, tapping on the lower right corner, the “like” button, hysterically. It’s an insanely popular national talent show. When it was first aired, Willow was absolutely obsessed with it, wasting all of her votes, even ones that should’ve been saved.

“The talent shows have been so trendy lately, let us just make one instead.”

I looked at Willow with a face that obviously said “It’s a joke.”

Yet when those words came out of me, I was momentarily stunned.

“..It will allow us to introduce each product's characteristics quickly, and can become a hot topic..”

“And we can also create additional similar products, which will can be an extra source of profit..”

“Using the format of a talent show, the audience will be sentimental towards the products of the show..”

“That’s such a great idea! Kudos to me!”

“Sounds interesting! Then the show will be called 'Loveland's Masterpiece', how about that?”

“Not bad.”

After considering the details behind the idea, the budget, cast and personifications, the product designs and advertising methods.. I looked at my calendar, deciding to contact the Highest Bioscience Research Centre, and tour around the research area.

“Tomorrow it is then!”

I drew a circle on the date, picked up my phone, and called for the research centre.

[Section Two]

At three o'clock sharp in the afternoon, the shooting crew and I arrived at the Highest Bioscience Research Centre.

I saw Lucien, waiting for us from a distance.

In this collaboration, Lucien, the director of the Highest Bioscience Research Centre, had provided us with tons of help. Lucien greeted us, and said-

“This is the professor responsible for this research, Professor Hu.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m MC, the director of the production company.”

“Nice to meet you as well. I’m Professor Hu. I will be bringing you and your crew around the research farm for a tour, as well as to explain the details of the products we’ve cultivated so far.”

“Please, feel free to ask any questions at all. Of course, if there’s anything we can help you with in this project, you’re always welcome to contact us.”

“Then we hope we will not trouble you too much, Professor Hu.”

We followed Professor Hu into the large canopy, and I was starting to get curious when Lucien followed as well.

“Professor Hu will be shooting with us, aren’t you busy?”

“As the director of the Highest Bioscience Research Centre, this is one of the tasks on my agenda.”

“Not to mention..”

Lucien tilted his head and looked towards me, a small smile on his face.

“This 'program counsellor' do not recall receiving a letter of expulsion.”

Hearing his words, I felt a bit bewildered, feeling as if nothing’s changed at all. Seeing Lucien's smile (Though, one cannot tell if it’s truly a smile at time,) I blinked a couple of times, shooing away all the thoughts in my head. I smiled,

“With our Counsellor Xu's guidance, I don’t think there will be any concerns with this project.”

“If this show surpass our expectations, I’ll be sure to give you a raise!”

“Then I’m looking forward to it.”

(Cut to the greenhouse area)

“-And this is our star product of the show- the Autumn Lysimachias!”

(A type of cabbage..? Don’t search it up I made it up.)

Professor Hu stood by a row of green vegetables, his face brimmed with pride, as if introducing us to his beloved children.

“We’ve faced quite the amount of obstacles to have nurtured cabbages this juicy and sweet..”

Professor Hu spoke with fervour while the rest of the crew took notes.

“Compared to the autumnal cabbages we’ve produced from the previous batch, these cabbages can withstand harm from insects much better than the rest, and when faced with the Turnip Mosaic Virus..”

As Professor Hu talked about the various techniques and nutritional value, the crew and I, once clueless of such things, had our minds blown away.

“To simply put it, this species of cabbage has the immunity to defend themselves from common diseases and insects, and has less demands for nutrition from the ground. If nurtured in an environment where it doesn’t have the nutrients to grow, the taste and texture of the vegetables will be affected, however, it can still live.”

Lucien must’ve noticed our overwhelmed faces, because he’s summarised everything in Layman’s terms. Professor Hu explained the majority of it as we collected some of the vegetables, while Lucien would then list the important notes, simplified and summarised.

The day went quicker and more successful than I thought it would. After the collection, as we’re about to leave, Professor Hu called us.

“Please hold on. There’s still quite an important matter left, so please come this way.”

Professor Hu spoke passionately as he led us to yet another greenhouse.

I thought that we must've left something, however, as the door swung open, there was a “Pick and Barbecue” party waiting for us.

“If you’d like to know the quality of a product, the best way to experience it is to taste it. Come, it’s been waiting for us!”

Before I had any time to take in the rather abnormal situation, the crew has already happily surrounded the barbecue grill.

“I should probably take a picture of the barbecue grill before I eat..”

Seeing the crew already digging in happily, I decided to take the pictures. Yet I hadn’t even walked for more than a few steps when I was blocked by Lucien.

“I’m hungry as well.”

He gently brought a skewer of roasted choy sums from the grill, and handed it to me.

“How about we experience the harvests of the research, and then continue with the photographing?”

[Section Three]

After the period of preparations and planning, the day of the shoot finally came.

“After this, we’ll be welcoming the “ladies and gentlemen” that’s gone through round after round of auditions and preliminary rounds!”

Bright, beaming lights lit up the path of the stage as soon as the voice of the host stopped.

The recently popular idols we’ve meticulously picked wore outfits resembling the hybrid vegetable they held on their hands. Their handsome looks and style had created a big contrast between themselves and the hybrid vegetables they’re holding, catching the attention of many from the very beginning.

“The contestants will have to face an even more brutal experience after the cut..”

The host looked at the audience with a stern, serious look, faking his voice and expressions dramatically as the people below the stage roared in laughter.

“Let me introduce to you- the talented, brilliant judges!”

The spotlight shone towards the judges.

“Other than the two teachers of performance arts, there are also two other special guests in this show. Coming from the Highest Bioscience Research Centre, Professor Hu Ling Shen - these beautiful contestants will not be here without him!”

“And lastly, the director of the Highest Bioscience Research Centre- the ever so handsome and refined scholar - Professor Xu Mo!”

“Both teachers of the performance arts will be judging the contestants based on looks and charisma, while the professors from the Highest Bioscience Research Centre will be judging them based on their inner beauty - whether or not the contestants are as beautiful in the inside as they are on the outside!”

“Now without further ado, let the competition begin!”

Cabbages, corns, tomatoes and winter melons.. these common produces are wrapped intricately before being presented on the stage.

“Hm.. Miss “Red Treasure Box”, as one of the shining contestants of the tomatoes category, I have a few questions for you.”

Lucien and Professor Hu have humourously slipped information on the contestants in the show when appropriate, from their strengths and weaknesses to their potential. Using the format of a talent show, and the style of describing those contestants as if they are actual human beings, the viewers can easily understand the competition between the newly cultivated hybrid vegetables.

“From versatility’s perspective, I myself support the Autumn Lysimachias from the cabbage category and the Golden Jade from the herbs category.”

“Yes, that is very reasonable. However, from a flavour’s perspective, I believe the Autumn Lysimachias is flavourful not only by itself, but also when paired with meat. However, that sort of contestant has not been included in this competition just yet.”

“Perhaps everyone can offer this program your opinions and suggestions, and we’ll try to produce a second season?”

The show went all according to plan, and the effects and responses were even better than I’ve first expected.

Seeing Lucien’s fervent comments, I find myself being excited for when the show officially airs.

[Section Four]

For the next few days, our show has caught the attention of many. The related comments and searches kept increasing in volume, and the sales of those products have soared miles beyond its original results. Even Highest Bioscience Research Centre trended in the search engines.

“Lucien, there have been many comments and talks about the research centre recently. Are you sure they will not affect you guys’ work?”

“How so?”

“You see, even though there are many people who’re genuinely interested in the science behind those products, and would like to know more of them.. there are also quite a few viewers who’s treating this show as nothing but a talent and variety show.”

“I don’t think so.”

Lucien looked at the computer screen, and the rows of comments under Highest Bioscience Research Centre’s Weibo account.

“Popular science’s meaning is to use a way of explanation that is easily acceptable and understandable to the public, and apply it for scientific knowledge.”

“The more we use this approach, the more people will realise that science is not as far away of a study as we think it may be.”

“No matter whichever method, whichever approach, as long as we’ve reached this goal, I think it is a good thing.”

“That’s good. Through this show, I’ve also realised that there are actually so many things I did not know about the science behind vegetables.”

“Like how Loveland has a website specifically dedicated to cabbages.”

“Not only does it teaches you the way to pick the biggest, juiciest cabbage, there’s also a section dedicated to sharing the ‘most beautiful cabbage’.”

Thinking back to those weird yet practical websites I’ve encountered because of the show, I can’t help but feel the need to laugh.

“Not only so, but due to the increase in the focus of this research, our funds have increased as well.” (Thanks, Victor.)

“A win-win situation is better than anything we could’ve asked for.”

“But, to say that there isn’t an impact at all isn’t exactly true.”

Lucien looked as if he’s thought of something, as the corners of his lips lifted to a small smile. He stood up and pulled open a cupboard in the corner of his office.

He’s merely pulled open the door by a crack, yet there was already a staggering amount of presents tumbling down.

Gifts, letters, cookies, chocolates, there were even a few lucky bracelets. Gifts of all kind have stuffed an entire cupboard full.

“These are gifts directly sent to the research centre.”

“Facing such passionate viewers, I am quite a little clueless on how to handle them.”

Like he’s said, the heartfelt presents from our viewers have broke all expected expectations of the research centre.

“Never thought there’d be this many..”

“Professor Hu has received even more, and because he will feel sorry for rejecting the viewers’ gifts, he’s gotten sick because of the cookies and chocolates.”

Imagining the poor man trying his best to accept every gift, and looking at the mountain of presents next to Lucien, I can’t help but laughed.

“I wonder how many cookies Professor Lucien has eaten these days?”

“It is sent to the research centre, so most of them were distributed to our researchers.”

“You’re not going to accept the audiences’ kindness?”

“If they are presents sent from the producer, I will gladly accept them all, however many there may be.”

Without actually answering my question, Lucien responded with a smile instead.

The sunlight after noon softly scattered across his office, and the greeneries outside are comfortably showing off their leaves and branches as well. In my memories, there are many afternoons just like this one. Many stories and conversations shared with the person in front of me.

“Hm? Is there something outside of this window?”

I shook my head, and smiled.

“Just wondering if the show will end before this whole centre gets drowned in cookies.”

Lucien closed the cupboard’s doors, his smile never fading.

“Even when the popularity of the show fades, somethings won’t ever change.”

As if there’s a more profound meaning behind his words, Lucien’s gaze landed on mine, before it left once more.

“So, to celebrate this show’s success, shouldn’t a certain award winning producer discuss with me the idea of a raise?”

When I tried to read what he was truly feeling, there was already nothing left for me to grasp.

“If we’re talking about the show we have now, it is still phase one it its production process, the effects of the remaining episodes cannot be guaranteed.”

“So about the raise, I’ll consider it in a while.”

“But a meal however, is very doable. How about we visit the canopy now, pick some vegetables, and make a steamboat?”

I gave a cunning idea instead, and winked towards Lucien.

“But I’ll have to ask the professor to tell me where to lend a clay pot and some seasoning.”

“While we’re at it, how about we give our greetings to Professor Hu, and bring the vegetables directly to your house instead?”

Lucien’s smile widened, narrowing his eyes.

“I’m excited to be there for the producer’s food.”

[END]

Thank you for reading, have a nice day, stay safe and stay tuned!

(And a Happy New Year in advance.)

-Shio

#mlqc spoilers #mlqc #mlqc lucien #mlqc xumo #mr love queens choice #mr love dream date #mr love #get well soon professor hu

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flightrules · 3 years

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Throwing this into the void to get it out of my head. I was NOT going to write a sequel to Which Kind Do You Want to Be? But the story had other ideas.

Part I was Din/female reader. We’re now in Din’s POV. Until our paths cross, they said, before she walked away. He’s realizing now, he shouldn’t have let her go.

(Tags on this one for a four-letter word, grown-up concepts under the cut. Please be old enough to be reading this.)

He doesn’t know her name.

Why did I never ask her name?

But the answer is simple. Because she did not ask for his.

She didn’t ask for anything.

She held the child on her lap and told the names of animals. Worried about the child’s safety. Let him win at games.

She listened to Din talk. Put up with his silence. Touched him with kindness. And also fucked him into the floor of the Razor Crest.

He figures he owes her.

It’s not in him to admit that he misses her. He didn’t even know her for a tenday. Missing her wouldn’t make sense.

He’d really like to talk to her again.

Beyond the claristeel of the cockpit windows, space stretches away into blackness. The windows are flat, squared-off, utilitarian. He’s still getting used to the modern controls.

He wonders if she’s still carrying that rifle. If she’s settled down somewhere. Is she even still alive?

What he knows: She was gentle. What he knows: She was alone.

There are ways to find people. It’s what he does.

It’s how he crossed paths with the child. It’s why he doesn’t have the child now. Not that he found the Jedi, exactly, but he was a big part of the finding.

This would be easier with a tracking fob.

He tells Karga: A village wiped out by the Empire.

“Which one?” Karga asks.

“The people were kind,” Din says.

Karga is courteous enough not to laugh.

He’s on the way to his next job, or the next one, or the next one. He leans forward, flips a switch on the nav system. Studies maps.

Known space has borders.

It may as well be endless.

Cara says, “What else do you know?”

“Not much. There were no other survivors.”

Cara rubs her thumb across the marshal’s badge she wears. “No idea,” she says. “There were so many towns like that. We couldn’t think about the ones we couldn’t save.”

He’s found what’s left of his tribe. Not his, really, but the covert he threw his fate in with.The people who took him in, the last time he’d tired of running.

The people who welcomed him back, now, even though his own actions were why they were so few.

He doesn’t spend much time there. He brings them credits, and he leaves, and he returns with more. And then he leaves again.

When the Armorer asked him, he told her that his quest was done. She waited for him to say more. When he didn’t, she let him go.

Fett says, “There must be something.”

She said something about fields. About firebugs and twilight. Playing tag.

“Agriculture,” Fett says. “Could mean the Lahara sector. Moff Motana was in charge there. She had a reputation for being ruthless. If you’re looking for places that aren’t there anymore.”

Agricultural settlements, small towns. The Lahara sector has two hundred and forty-five worlds. The maps show what’s there. But how to tell what’s gone?

Twin suns are mid-day high, and he’s glad for the adjustable shading in his visor.

“Yeah,” Peli says, one hand shielding her eyes from the brightness. “I might be able to locate an old nav system.” She shoos him into a patch of shade, where an awning juts out from a wall. “It’s gonna cost you. Those things are antiques. Even if you could find one yourself? It’d probably be burnt out. Cracked through.”

She turns as if to head into her office, then stops. Din’s new ship is parked in the landing bay. It’s a single-pilot gunship, a recent-generation Incom, dangerous, practical, and ordinary. And built in the past few years.

“What do you want one for, anyway?”

“What’s your price?” Din says.

“No,” says Peli. “You’re not getting off that easy.”

“Fine,” he says, and turns to go. Mos Eisley must have a junkyard. He should have started there instead.

She squints at him. “You’re looking for something on a pre-Empire map.”

“Yes.”

“Oh, now you’ve gotta tell me. Is it treasure?”

“No,” Din says. Yes.

In the end, it turns out there’s an ancient nav computer right there among the circuits and parts that are piled at the back of Peli’s shop. The price she names is ridiculous. The bargain she offers is half off, in exchange for knowing why the hell he wants it.

Looking for someone leads to Who? ends up with Peli demanding how he could possibly not have known her name.

And that ends with her charging him extra for stupidity, but then personally supervising the installation of the thing and making sure it works. They look together at twin holomaps. New and pre-Imperial landscapes turn slowly side by side. In some places, the patterns of towns and villages and landing fields match up. In others, gaps reveal what’s changed.

“Two hundred and forty-five worlds?”

“If it’s the right system.”

“You’re crazy,” Peli says. “Does she know you’re crazy?”

“Probably,” Din says.

“Well. I hope you find her.”

There is always work. The New Republic is kinder in many ways, but there is still a prison system, and there is still such a thing as bail. And there are side jobs, too, outside of Guild rules, often bloodier but higher pay, as long as he keeps his mouth shut.

He’s good at keeping his mouth shut.

Most of his credits still go to the covert. To feed foundlings. Buy weapons. Buy time, until their strength is such that they can move freely in the world again.

There is some shame in what he doesn’t bring them. In the credits he holds back for food and fuel and time of his own between jobs. But there is shame already, in what else he hasn’t told them. In three days on a lost ship with a woman who knows his face. Knows his secrets.

Isn’t even family.

He marks the maps with each visit to places-that-were. Walks among shards that used to be people’s homes. There is ash on his boots. In the silent fields, green is just starting to poke up through charred ground.

He asks at the places that still are.

It’s not that he thinks she’ll be there. It’s just that he hopes they’ll know her name.

Word gets around: A Mandalorian on the hunt. Some people close their doors. Others trade information for money.

No one recalls a village with one sole survivor.

Sometimes, though, they’ll send for someone who might.

There’s a year’s more grey in his hair, a year more of the Armorer’s silence while he tithes his credits and waits to be dismissed.

He’s in a place where it’s early summer. Firebugs glimmer in twilight, a year’s more green has crept back into those charred fields, and she shows up at the farmhouse where he’s stopped to ask the way.

The rifle is gone, but there’s a blaster in her hand.

“Who are you looking for?”

He has been wanting, all this time, to talk to her again.

And now, suddenly, he remembers: No promises. She asked if they could trust each other, and she put a condition on it. Trust ended when the Crest’s landing gear settled onto the ground of Pavotha. Or at least, when she stepped off onto cracked duracrete, and he just– let her go.

“I’m not here on business,” he says. He wonders if she can hear that his voice is shaking.

The blaster lowers, slowly, and slides into a holster at her hip.

“It’s all right,” she says to the woman who summoned her. “It’s all right. I know him.”

She moves as though she belongs here, reassuring the older woman, walking her to a doorway, ushering her into another room. She comes back and faces him, a careful meter or two away.

He should say something to her.

He hasn’t thought that far.

“What do you want?” she says.

#the mandalorian #fanfic #din djarin pov

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sirjustice232-blog · 4 years

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Got to know dude

Dear mama please we give you that name to keep ya head up high that we mind ya, Dont allow any1 with a grenade down the now spring in the bush at Bar Kalare or defecate or urinate on it as we use it even in cosmetics, facial wash and cleanser as scrubs to do the same purpose described in the tumblr a/c sirjustice199. That water built Kansas City, MO with its environs dude. Keep an eye on it dude thats why many who live their where brought from the USA 4 the same purpose bro, the like of Delan and Kebi.

The already dug holes leading to the below of the earth should be Gazetted and camera placed to capture all that happens around such fissures as the videos placed like in computer 24/7, 365 for the public to see or witness. Some people go as eating in peoples houses to get the last glimpse of such people character to act as a precedent to be with them later in good life or not and some are even chased 4 the same, so they write 4 the public to know, so don’t rush to criticize the same, as that can save them out of hell fire as question that day will be, if u want us to acquit y of hell fire, then, well, what did you do to others, Please give us your account in detail. Wait until the people who lived with me to die to give u my helping hand a/c as they fear to be in hell fire immediately rather be in custody dude

Russians love free things from people,in that if that friend has became sturbon to offer the same, they resort,kinda, walking with him to reach out to his pocket if he can realize,if u can they can kill ya if u still wanna be with them and not offering the same offer u did previously, so u disassociate with them as even u can leave them in ya house and if u got a pretty wife they long to do the same to her to find out if they are still accepted to survive which if all Lupe holes blocked, kinda, they wish the ground to break and swallow them alive as the Luo got that character so in times futurity benefit from Russians or claim that pride if the Russian people win to get respect which now aint the case as seen dude, better change ya tactics dude

Guyana and Filipino people knows well their ears aint the same and are not ashamed, still want to 1st and geared towards hard work as opposed to the Luo tribe, change dude or change will change ya, they don’t claim other tribes being them. Accept ya self dude as well as those fellows with gap between their teeth, accept ya tools and limitations don’t transfer such blames to others as u want only to say they are ya roots dude yet obvious not bro

Clinton Ave Building structures in Minneapolis link below

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The casket or Coffin that can be carried on handle without breaking as this elevates a certain spirit as calm u down as shows respect to the dead rather than that they are just maridadi and casket carried from below to signify short-coming can be made this way, Metallic hard plate or mesh, placed bellow the bedding/ casing the corpse rest on with protruding end to the casket holders name above, with that in mind if u carry the coffin the metallic plates a above hold the dead man weight as it carries the corpse not the wooden casket if it so cause now we got metallic. Dude hard to explain but u got it now as in the link below

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Now as Russia behaves as described above, their land is poor or not or just character. Take heed dude maybe they want to hear that bro.

The coolers made in parts like in Coleman industries of Ohio situated like in Wichita, KS, Can be made not in parts in the boom process where u place maize seed or cob or its photo or part of broken 1 and boom the cooler made eradicating that sector in the company rendering employee jobless as those who can talk to the devil having the day as increase cooler makers reducing the price which is a blessing in disguise. When the above is fathomed you see in mental picture white men carrying the same as hawker selling such as that is the way 4ward to cement de truth the rich also cries as their dubious deals all blocked as selling drugs with people knowing how such are made. In fact now even cutting grass or washing dishes aint a black mans job but Mr white not as previously regarded menial job

China now make improved many light inside the normal bulb that can take upto 5-10 years in lighting without getting burnt up, to thwart the moves of many wanting large population championing many kids to increase the number of household to buy such to get much profits like with Rusia. So if in ten years yearly u, used like 4 bulbs on 1 bulb holder and maybe ya house got 6 such image the reduction in profitability if u will not replace that bulb 4 the above stipulated time meaning thwarted above moves of like wanting early marriages and high population 4 the same like in the link below

https://www.bigshineenergy.com/why-we-dont-recommend-plug-and-play-led-lighting/

The below in the link as well are made artificially in the way described below to be sold to company as harvest making those dubious farmers reap huge dude and with sugar cane, they shower the cane with muddy water to bring home reality they were harvested, reasons why many aspires to be in those nations and stick in power, so the bottleneck is bar private farmers of cane, sisal and tea or coffee from growing such to stop that illicit behavior above.

http://www.zakenya.com/agriculture/the-main-cash-crops-in-kenya.html

With the well elaborate explanation below of how countries dubious activities are finished or economies dwarfed, kinda, to remind ya of reality, u came to see a black shadow enveloping 1 nation from another as being painted black, to signal the black horse in the book or revelation as those nations the shade pass are disadvantages in 1 way or the other as explained in tumblr a/c sirjustice199. Got to believe it dude as per the doubting Thomases as in the link below

https://www.ministrysamples.org/excerpts/THE-THIRD-SEALTHE-BLACK-HORSE-REVELATION.HTML

Moses was placed in River Arkansas in Wichita KS, back then that housed the Pharaoh dynasty. Belive it or not dude, the above is a reminder.

The Children/kids building that houses the hell fire is located on Chicago Ave, Sheep and goat parable another version to take ya home or Christ with little children as in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=our+saviour%27s+shelter+minneapolis+outside+images&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwi0sNaa1O_pAhU7AGMBHR_mDX8QsAR6BAgGEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

https://www.shelterlist.com/city/mn-minneapolis

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.emporis.com%2Fimages%2Fshow%2F716516-Large-fullheightview-view-to-the-northwest-across-chicago-avenue.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.emporis.com%2Fbuildings%2F306511%2Fchildrens-specialty-center-minneapolis-mn-usa&tbnid=TjUiEK09mpdajM&vet=12ahUKEwirwKai2O_pAhWSwYUKHR6vCwoQMygEegUIARCyAQ..i&docid=KAoX7hYN20PzqM&w=800&h=600&q=list%20of%20building%20on%20Chicago%20Avenue%20South%20Minneapolis&client=firefox-b-d&ved=2ahUKEwirwKai2O_pAhWSwYUKHR6vCwoQMygEegUIARCyAQ

http://www.archfieldoffice.com/architecture/childrens-hospitals-and-clinics-of-minnesota/

Hole of Babylon was not tower of Babylon, as no tower can go past 400, 000 km that rockets get to but still no God seen so how with any building that cant go past 1 KM lest collapse b4 reaching that height dude as described in the above tumblr a/c is off the evergreen residence just next to the road bridge the crosses the railway line where, kinda,if u look down turn/twist ya head dude. Visit Minneapolis 4 the same to stop reproaches dude as in the link below

https://www.cctwincities.org/locations/evergreen-residence/

Christ on the cross after death, signaling us of the same, by looking down as looking at that hole, was in the middle to signify Minneapolis as police arrests people. The pole he hanged on gone down to hold him up to foster reality as women shouted release Barnabas as sex in the twin cities and Wichita is sweet as he was looking chini as down. Lazarus and Rich-man was at bar kalare along time but with not that name at that time. Plane uses gas as well it tells us, boxes cut like Rhombus place in hay, dough in the boom process make bases and more etc

With ya less eating and monitoring folks like what have u come out with as can help masses or save the world that u want people to emulate ya, bul-shit go to hell dude, with me as in sirjustice199 tumblr a/c i have told the world how gadgets are made, Medication and more and checking on the net the same practical machines and food as well as artificial drugs have been made. Go to hell u of little mind with no-sense. If u stay a way from others kids is when ya mind opens, so the white man knows the same to incite the local to do the reverse to ya.

Now their is no threat dude, we have known how to make gadgets, foods or medicine as placed above, so though we destroy the earth race the world will still move cause now even hard labour would not be around as machines replaces such but ignited fire when u contemplate the same to remind ya of the Minneapolis saga dude. Mary of ya own race or tribe to avoid the same as we give not hoot now ends as u r reminded of reality dude.

I would that I could be with you phrase to tell ya, Money gotten off 2goinvoice kills if u play mean as not generous with people and withdraw much out of it, is just about to keep ya going as i destroys ya body and takes ya to hell if you do practice its safeness described above

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Mlk Daughter speech, ask her of the same cause i aint Mlk which u now force

yesterday I missed ya trap of being cut, 2day i dont know what it holds 4 me, lets wait and see dude, wanting peoples food, my tumblr a/c sirjustice199, how machines parts made, Robinson and Putin trap

https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-d&q=mlk+daughter+speech

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urfavmurtad · 5 years

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It’s Ramadan.... what a blessed time to celebrate Mohammed’s own family getting repeatedly fucked over by the caliphate. Let us continue The Death of Crazy Mo.

CHAPTER 2: FAMILY MATTERS

There are three intertwining subplots at this point in the story. The first is the ongoing Islamic conquests, which are still happening but have been somewhat interrupted by the second subplot: not everyone brought into the loving embrace of Islam by Mohammed’s men wants to remain within its fold. There is a real possibility of the caliphate breaking apart before it even expands outside of Arabia. Actually, it’s not a “possibility”–it’s already happening.

Ibn Ishaq’s sira, written around 750 AD and the oldest text of Islamic history available to us, concludes with Mohammed’s death. It ends with two mourning poems, prefaced by this ominous note:

“I was told that the last injunction the apostle gave was in his words, ‘Let not two religions be left in the Arabian peninsula’. Aisha used to say: ‘When the apostle died, the Arabs apostatized and Christianity and Judaism raised their heads and disaffection appeared. The Muslims became as sheep exposed to rain on a winter’s night through the loss of their prophet until God united them under Abu Bakr.’"

These incidents of mass apostasy will come to be known as the Ridda (apostasy) Wars, and Abu Bakr will spend most of his time as caliph trying to get the lost sheep back in line. It is the first warning sign that the early caliphs will not actually enjoy their jobs very much.

The final subplot, bubbling under the surface, is the still-unresolved issue with the Banu Hashim. When we left our heroes, Abu Bakr had just been declared the caliph and Mohammed had been buried, in that order. So how do Ali & Friends feel about all this?

Well… not too happy, is the obvious answer. Upon learning that the issue of Mohammed’s succession has been resolved without their input, the Banu Hashim are rather sulky. A hadith describes Ali indicating his displeasure with the whole process to Abu Bakr a few months after this:

“We know well your superiority and what Allah has given you, and we are not jealous of the good what Allah has bestowed upon you, but you did not consult us in the question of the rule and we thought that we have got a right in it because of our near relationship to [Mohammed]."

The same hadith says that Ali “had not given the oath of allegiance” to Abu Bakr for six months following Mohammed’s death, and another hadith states that the rest of the Banu Hashim also avoided pledging fealty to Abu Bakr. They weren’t openly agitating against his rule, but they also weren’t sanctioning it by giving an oath of fealty. The message was clear: Ali and the rest of the Banu Hashim felt robbed of their rights. Even if being related to Mohammed wasn’t enough to confer the right to rule, it at least conferred the right to decide on the ruler, in their eyes. And Abu Bakr and Umar denied them even that.

Given the delicate nature of the situation, Abu Bakr decides that it’s preferable to just leave the Banu Hashim alone to sulk, so long as they’re not openly opposing him. He knows that engaging in a PR battle (or worse: an actual battle) with Mohammed’s extended family literally immediately after his death is unlikely to positively impact his image. Abu Bakr does, however, feel entitled to the support of his own extended family. Nearly all of them support him already, but there are two holdouts named Talha and Zubayr, with the former being a member of Abu Bakr’s clan and the latter being Abu Bakr’s dumbass son-in-law via his other daughter, Asma. Al-Tabari’s account describes them neglecting to pledge allegiance to Abu Bakr and instead visiting Ali’s house, presumably to grumble about recent events for whatever reason. (As we will later see, both of these guys were opportunists–they weren’t loyal to Ali, but they were happy to ally with him if they thought they would get something out of it.) Umar responds to the situation with his usual tact and grace.

Talhah, al-Zubayr, and some of the [others were] in the house (with Ali). 'Umar cried out, "By God, either you come out to render the oath of allegiance [to Abu Bakr], or l will set the house on fire.” Al-Zubayr came out with his sword drawn. As he stumbled [upon something], the sword fell from his hand, so they jumped over him and seized him.

This story is highly dramatized by many sources, in which Umar actually does set the house on fire, or barges into the house and hurts Fatima in the process, or something similarly outrageous. Those accounts aren’t reliable, but the event itself is mentioned by authors who had no real reason to depict either Abu Bakr or Umar as evil, and Zubayr aligning himself with Ali is something found in strongly-sourced reports. So this may well have actually happened, and if it did, it certainly did not make the Banu Hashim any happier with the way things were going in the caliphate.

Another, more minor problem adds to the Banu Hashim’s sense of victimhood. Mohammed had owned many pieces of property, and now that he’s dead, his relatives want to inherit those lands. The properties are located in multiple different areas, but the prime land is in a Jewish-majority cluster of cities that had been conquered by the Muslims a few years earlier. It’s rich agricultural land, and it’s extremely valuable in Arabia’s desert climate. Some of Mo’s widows ask Abu Bakr for it, and their requests are denied. Both Fatima and Abbas also request a share of the inheritance. Abu Bakr rejects their petitions.

Fatima and Al-`Abbas came to Abu Bakr, claiming their inheritance of the Prophet’s land of Fadak and his share from Khaibar. Abu Bakr said, “I heard the Prophet (ﷺ) saying, 'Our property is not inherited, and whatever we leave is to be given in charity. But the family of Muhammad can take their sustenance from this property.’ By Allah, I would love to do good to the Kith and kin of Allah’s Apostle rather than to my own Kith and kin.”

“So....” says Fatima.

“So,” agrees Abu Bakr.

“My father is dead.”

“It would seem thus.”

“It says here that when someone’s parents die, their children should inherit a significant portion of their wealth.”

“And?”

“And I am my father’s only surviving child?”

“...and?”

“........and I should inherit from him because of that??”

“Oooooh! Lol sorry I didn’t get where you were going with this. Look, that’s what it says in the Quran, you’re right. But the Amendments to the Quran state--”

“The... the fucking what? The Quran was supposed to have been created before humanity, and it has amendments?”

“Ma’am, I don’t make the rules. As I was saying, the Amendments to the Quran state that these rules actually do not apply if one’s father was a prophet. All the wealth and property owned by prophets is transferred to the state after their deaths, according to clause 5633§26. See?”

Fatima squints at Abu Bakr’s copy of An Idiot’s Guide to the Stuff Allah Forgot to Put in the Quran. In green crayon, someone has written “moe’s agricultural land belongs to the caliphate now -allah”.

This is evidently news to the Banu Hashim, and many of them plainly do not believe that this is what Mohammed actually would have wanted. Now they feel robbed in a political sense and in an economic sense.

On the face of it, this seems way less contentious than the whole succession thing, and it mostly is. But there is one detail that inflates its importance. Fatima is genuinely pissed off at Abu Bakr for rebuffing her, to the point that she holds a grudge against him and doesn’t even speak to him for the rest of her life.

So she became angry with Abu Bakr and kept away from him, and did not [talk] to him till she died.

This is not, as it turns out, a long period of time. Fatima dies around six months after Mohammed, probably of the same infection that killed him. Stress and a lack of self-care due to grief are sometimes also said to be the cause of her death, while some Shia traditions attribute it to miscarriage-related complications or (more dubiously) violence at the hands of Umar. No one really knows for sure, but the last of Mohammed’s children is now dead.

This might surprise non-Muslims, but the reality is that very little is said about any of Mohammed’s daughters in reputable sources. His middle daughters Roqaya and Umm Kulthum might as well not even exist for how little they’re mentioned; his oldest daughter Zaynab has a biography totaling perhaps two paragraphs. Even Fatima, the youngest and the only one who outlived him, is mentioned in only four or five anecdotes over the entire course of her life in reputable sources, one of which is the inheritance incident. They presumably played some important role in early Islam, at least among young Muslim women, but that’s never actually said.

But it is at least clear that Fatima was held in high honor by the Muslim community after Mohammed’s death, being his only surviving child and all. Also, Mohammed had specifically told people to never make her angry. (Funnily enough, this was prompted by something Ali did–he was considering taking a second wife and Mo said no because he didn’t want to upset Fatima, making poor Ali the only Muslim man forced into monogamy! ...well, ignoring his sex slaves, so... a-anyway...)

Fatima is a part of me, and he who makes her angry, makes me angry.

If you’re a Muslim who believes that everything Mohammed said was true, and you know that Abu Bakr made Fatima upset, then how can you avoid the conclusion that this situation would displease Mohammed? And by extension, how could you avoid thinking that something in the new caliphate’s milk ain’t clean? Even if you think Abu Bakr is the rightful caliph, and even if you’ve never really given any thought to the Banu Hashim’s temper tantrum, this still might give you pause. That perhaps explains why Fatima and the Banu Hashim’s refusal to swear loyalty to the empire’s new leader in a time of war–which is ordinarily insubordination, if not worse–was something that many people frowned at, but ultimately let slide.

But the sympathy train can’t last forever. And now that Fatima is dead, the Banu Hashim have lost their prophet-approved excuse for holding out on Abu Bakr. They have to rethink their strategy, and fast.

So after she dies, a clearly pissed-off Ali buries her by himself, without Abu Bakr’s involvement. It’s hard to tell that snub was due to Fatima’s own wishes or Ali’s. Regardless, keeping the caliph away from the funeral of the prophet’s kid is A Choice.

When she died, her husband `Ali buried her at night without informing Abu Bakr and he said the funeral prayer by himself.

This was essentially the end of an era for Ali. The day he put Fatima in her grave was the last day he could get away with feuding with the caliph, and he knew it. The above hadith continues:

When Fatima was alive, the people used to respect `Ali much, but after her death, `Ali noticed a change in the people’s attitude towards him.

Times are tense in Medina: the Ridda Wars are ongoing at this point, the caliphate has fallen apart, and this feud is no longer cute in the people’s eyes. The general population may have looked the other way when Fatima was alive, owing to Mohammed’s own instructions, but now she’s dead and people think it’s time for the Banu Hashim to grow the fuck up. The negative change in people’s attitudes is evidently immediate, so the Banu Hashim, deprived of what little support they had, effectively surrender.

So `Ali sought reconciliation with Abu Bakr and gave him an oath of allegiance. `Ali had not given the oath of allegiance during those months (i.e. the period between the Prophet’s death and Fatima’s death). `Ali sent someone to Abu Bakr … So Abu Bakr entered upon them

Ali explains why he’d delayed swearing allegiance for so long and tells Abu Bakr how aggrieved the Banu Hashim have been feeling over everything that’s happened. Abu Bakr doesn’t apologize, but strikes a conciliatory tone, letting bygones be bygones.

And when Abu Bakr spoke, he said, “By Him in Whose Hand my soul is to keep good relations with the relatives of Allah’s Messenger (ﷺ) is dearer to me than to keep good relations with my own relatives. But as for the trouble which arose between me and you about his property, I will do my best to spend it according to what is good”

Later that day, Ali finally publicly swears allegiance to Abu Bakr, ending the feud. The rest of the Banu Hashim follow him, and the people of Medina stop giving them the cold shoulder.

On that `Ali said to Abu Bakr, "I promise to give you the oath of allegiance in this after noon.” So when Abu Bakr had offered the Zuhr prayer, he ascended the pulpit and uttered the Tashah-hud and then mentioned the story of `Ali and his failure to give the oath of allegiance, and excused him, accepting what excuses he had offered; Then `Ali (got up) [and] praised Abu Bakr’s right …

On that all the Muslims became happy and said, “You have done the right thing.” The Muslims then became friendly with `Ali as he returned to what the people had done (i.e. giving the oath of allegiance to Abu Bakr).

This is the end of the drama between the Banu Hashim and Abu Bakr. It is not the end of the drama regarding the Banu Hashim in general, and while they may have publicly forgiven Abu Bakr for “usurping” their rights, they certainly have not forgotten it. Ali himself may be playing nice for now, but he and Abu Bakr aren’t friends, and Ali isn’t friends with anyone in Abu Bakr’s circle, either. Especially not Aisha, who has loathed him ever since his involvement in a romance subplot straight out of a shitty show on The CW. These issues will all come to a head later on. The true beginning of the Shia-Sunni split, you see, didn’t happen right after Mohammed died. It happened years later, and it was an absolute disaster involving civil war, assassinations, and lots of tears. We will shortly see that the real Miracle Of Islam is that these people’s empire didn’t disintegrate due to their headassery.

Relatedly, you may have noticed that some of the people I listed in the cast of characters last time, namely the Banu Umayya, have been awfully quiet throughout all this inter-Quraysh drama. Where are they? Well… they’re around. Watching.

But for the moment, there are bigger issues, namely a bunch of people who have declared themselves prophets and amassed large groups of armed followers. What a bunch of lunatics, who would even think of such a thing??

#adventures in sectarianism #ramadan #history

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kilapsaww · 4 years

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Confessions of an armchair journalist

MY THIRD article for the day involves a scuffle between President Rodrigo Duterte and Vice President Leni Robredo. The chief executive is insisting to have the latter take charge of his anti-drug campaign. The veep, backed by her vocal supporters, takes time to accept the random offer. If her retaliation was quicker and had read something like, “Bring it on,” there would be less room for the DDS to call her “duwag,” “tamad,” “Leni lugaw,” et cetera. I weave together the statements of the two highest officials of the land while munching on some stale pan de sal at my office in Mandaluyong.

I could call it a day except I am running late to a story conference for my other job. I prepared more than five story proposals just in case my executive producer comes in late again: Brexit delays, Trump’s looming impeachment, the Hong Kong turmoil, the simultaneous unrests in Chile, Lebanon, and Bolivia, and the deadly earthquakes that jolted parts of the Philippines just so I could squeeze in my corner of the world to the weekly global newscast I produce for.

I should be going home after securing my story assignments for the show, but I have so far pleased only three out of four bosses. That’s how my Wednesdays go: I cry a river of digital content while producing a morning talk show, scour for raw news clips from the Associated Press’s video bank, and then play a virtual tug-of-war on Viber with my anchor for a radio show that airs on Saturdays. Sometimes I wonder how I get things done and still manage to sleep, and then I remember I am just in the comforts of a dim-lit, airconditioned, rumored-to-be-close-to-bankruptcy office.

The jobs I juggle as a fresh graduate are a stark contrast from what I envisioned. While close to a thousand students belted the university hymn on our graduation day, I was busy daydreaming of seeing my byline on any of the three major dailies in the country. I have always wanted to become a print journalist. It was probably an inherited interest from my father, who unfortunately died too early to stop me from walking the same dangerous path he did. But I had constantly convinced myself that the mole on my right foot meant the Lord had pre-assigned me to scrape the field for exclusive stories, except my mother would say it only symbolized my being “layas.”

I left the office just before the sun flirted with the gigantic “M” that points to McDonald’s. My condo unit is just roughly 100 steps from the fast food chain. I got myself some burger and fries before proceeding to the dilapidated building I call home.

“Wahaha di mo kc kaya LENI LUGAW.. BBM is real vp..”

“Kapag hindi effective ang war on drugs ibig sabihin di ito umepekto XD di b Leni Lugaw?”

“Tatay digong we love u here from Saudi.. ”

My article this morning has so far lured some two hundred comments, most of them written by seemingly the same person. I would educate all of them about ad hominem, or at least how to type like a human being, but that would be beyond my pay grade. I devoured my evil combination of a meal and then browsed further into the deepest parts of my company’s Facebook page. By deepest I mean the troll department, or the comment section, or the wrestling ring where Duterte devotees, the dilawans, and those neither make the most of their internet connections defending their political patron saints. I scanned the whole thing, made faces, then decided to call it a day.

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I came unusually early for the feature talk show I write for the next day. It was one of the few episodes we tackled something newsy, hence close to my heart. We had a former Agriculture secretary clashing with the department’s current spokesman. I have been writing about rice farmers’ plight under the heavily-criticized rice liberalization law for months now. After the hour-long banter, my anchor proceeded to pooling his staff together to talk about the story outlook for the week. No praise, or at least mention, of this morning’s newsy episode. I do not think my anchor is journalist enough.

But neither am I.

Early into college, I encountered the term “armchair journalism” from my news writing professor, who was probably the most grumpy and aggressive person to introduce the term to aspiring newsmen like me. He passionately bashed the practice, saying journalists should not be labeled one sans direct interaction with sources, or the scorching heat in the field, or the slim chance of exhausting an exclusive off pressers in this era of pack journalism. It was among the few lectures that stuck to me after graduation, precisely because I had vowed to dodge it the best way I could. Except here I am now—writing hundreds of stories without meeting my sources in flesh.

Do not get me wrong, I am all for the upgraded accessibility and convenience courtesy of the fast-changing media landscape. Plus, my current job definitely puts food on the table. But although I am always just a bold decision away from taking on a fieldwork, I dread the lack of financial safety net that everyone—literally everyone in the print industry I am friends with right now—has been warning me about. After all, journalism is public service. What matters most is how it drives a society into acting on pressing issues.

I dressed up the last few paragraphs of my article on the Duterte-initiated drug war’s new czar, pacified my radio anchor who kept insisting his Tokyo car show tour was newsy, updated my LinkedIn profile, then took the last sip of my Starbucks staple.

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deztinywarriors · 5 years

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The Linked Charms - Episode 31 (Multi Liverpool players)

Title: Linked Charms

Pairings: Trent/Marina(oc#1), Mo Salah /Dr Karina(oc#2), Andy/Yvonne(oc#3), Virgil/Amelia(oc#4)

Marina walked to the door, opening it while Karina quickly covered her head with towel. As the door opened, Trent asked “Is that true what are you saying?” It makes all girls silenced for a while “Yes we are” Marina replied “Maybe yes, maybe no” “What do you mean? You kept this secret from all of us like you’re having a deep secret” Virgil asked. Amelia get up as she replied angrily “If you’re asking us about our pregnancy, yes. But if it’s yours, it’s not” “What???” All of the boys shocked on her statement while Mo sighed “Masha Allah….” “Are you sure for that? Have you ever made a pregnancy test?” Andy asked suddenly makes all girls silenced again. “Nope” Yvonne replied silently “We just caught up with some pregnancy symptoms” “I think Andy’s right. We better take a test first to convince them in case we’re right” then Marina closed the door once again and locked it. Amelia took out four set of pregnancy test kit as she gave each of them to her sisters “Alright. Let’s do this. No matter what happen… we’re still sisters, right?” “And in case we’re really pregnant, the choice is up to our own” Karina said as she claimed her kit.

(Time skip)

Around half an hour later, the girls gathered in circle as they held their pregnancy test kit on their hand. Marina whispered “Now show us the result” “Eins, Zwei, Drei!” Amelia counted as all of them showed their pregnancy test kit result and… All of them only has one line on their test kit “What the fuck?” Yvonne shocked. “So it means we’re not pregnant” Karina whispered then sighed in relief “Thank goodness. I don’t know what else I’m gonna tell Salah about this” “So what actually happened to us?” Yvonne asked “I think I haven’t tasted ice cream since last few months” “Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream!” Amelia mocked. “Maybe I tried new foundation that I bought from mall at London, and it makes my face glowing” Marina explained “Even Trent’s mom complimented me” “Lucky you” Karina sighed “I kept skipping lunch lately since my schedule totally messed up. I need some food in my belly or I’m ended up with dizziness” Amelia silenced as Marina asked “And you, Ami?” “You better watch out what are you eating” Yvonne interrupted then they laughed until Trent knocked the door as he asked “Are you done yet?” After a few moments, Marina explained “Looks like it was a misunderstanding. We already made a pregnancy test and the results are negative” “Seriously? And how about the symptoms you got caught up?” Andy asked. “Actually…” Yvonne explained each of the theories they’ve facing with lately which it caused them misunderstood of having pregnancy. Amelia sighed “Looks like I need to take low fat diet after this. I’m getting fat right now” she cupped her cheeks “I don’t want to…” “Nah… you’re still fine” Virgil smirked, rubbing her back to soothe her down. ————

At the next morning, in Vambürt Industries base in London, Ernst guided each of his daughters along the corridor to the meeting room since he had one important meeting to attend and he wanted to introduce his daughters the world of entrepreneurship that the family just made for over decades. Yvonne felt uneasy since most of people around her wearing formal corporate outfits compared with her wearing tomboyish outfits and sneakers. She whispered to Marina “I don’t like facing them. They look so boring” “Calm down, Yvonne. Papa wanna bring us here until this afternoon” Marina whispered back. Karina still silenced while looking around the office atmosphere while Amelia hummed lightly as she peeked over inside the meeting room from glass window.

That’s when Ernst walked inside the meeting room where there were around 18 men and women gathered in long table stood up to welcome him “Good morning, Mr Vambürt” “Morning, everyone. Today I come with some guests” then all of the girls walked inside as they stood next to Ernst “Introducing my daughters. Yvonne, Marina, Amelia and Karina” “We’re happy to see you here. This is our first time for us to meet all of you here” Marina smiled lightly. “Alright, everyone. Have a seat” Ernst said as all of them claimed their seat while the girls sat next to Ernst’s right side “Today we are going to discuss about the recovery process of abandoned Utopia Wonderland that we just bought with only £2.4 million and… we’re going to find a suggestion for how find profit from reusing the abandoned amusement park” “Mr Vambürt, based from the pictures from Internet and our short trip we’ve just made, the whole structures around the amusement park are too dangerous to be played and needs to be demolished” one of the corporate member replied.

Meanwhile, Amelia was checking over the information about the amusement park in Google when Marina whispered “Ami, we’re in meeting room. Stop playing with your phone” “Hold on…” Amelia hissed as she quickly locked her phone then shoved inside pocket. “And we discussed with the construction department that we’re going to demolish it by next week” the other corporate member added. “I understand those parks might be outdated and unsafe to play, but we need to find back the profit after we bought it in low price based from market value” Ernst interrupted. “Enschuldigung?” Amelia raised her hand before she stood up. “Ami, what the fuck are you doing?” Yvonne whispered as she glanced to her angrily. “I’m sorry Miss Speichern but you’re not allowed to-” another corporate member objected until silenced when Ernst make hand signal of [silence] “Let her voice out anything that crossed in her mind” Ernst said then he signaled Amelia to start talking. “Ladies and gentlemen, I have a few things to talk about gaining the profit for buying the abandoned amusement park. First of all, we need to think the geographical factor of the park which it will affect the upcoming project we will made. In case there’s soil erosion, we can’t build any commercial buildings or it will cause building collapse in long term. In case the soil has nutrients, we can make the base as agricultural land after the park demolished” Amelia explained “About the remaining structures, we can consider to recycle them to gain back some profit…” After a long explanation from Amelia, one of the corporate member asked “Miss Speichern, we given you a chance to describe the theories about gaining back profit from the abandoned park. How about we challenge you to make detailed tour of the park and present the video to us by this Monday?"It makes Amelia cupped her mouth while the other girls glanced sharply to her. "This is all your fault, Ami. Why did you tell them much words?” Yvonne groaned. “All of us are getting busy with work and college so you’re the only one had to make it” Marina said. “But…” Amelia sighed. “"I know you can make it, Amelia. But you have to bring a companion along with you. That place might be dangerous” Ernst said. ————

Meanwhile in Melwood Training Centre, the boys were training as usual since they will have match against Manchester United in next two days. Inside the dressing room, Gini checked on his phone when he saw one YouTube video “Guys, check at this!” It makes all of them peeked over the video which it was a video clip from today’s news. The news anchor said “Vambürt Industries had just bought the abandoned Utopia Wonderland with amount £2.4 million with the purposes still waiting to be announced” then there’s a press conference showing Ernst been interviewed by the reporters as he said “So far we have a lot of upcoming plans to redevelop the abandoned amusement park (Utopia Wonderland). So far, we have to think safety factors to make sure that place is safe to be used in long term since we need to consider this factor if we want to develop the abandoned land into better shape” Gini closed off the YouTube video as he said to his allies “Is that true what he just said?” “We haven’t heard about it” Trent replied. “But why are you showing it to us since it doesn’t related to us for all?” Dejan asked suddenly. “Because I still remembered your pranks against him during you have partnership with his company” Gini replied when he remembered the pranks the boys just made in mall a few weeks ago. “Those are already passed, mate” Andy chuckled. “And he said he bought that park with only £2.5 million? I noticed it’s quite huge” Dejan asked again. “I think it’s because that place has abandoned for a long time so the estate value decreased drastically” Gini answered. Meanwhile, Virgil sat next to his friend getting his curiosity kicked in as he checked on his phone about any information of Utopia Wonderland that Gini showed them. He scrolled each pictures of the abandoned amusement park especially the view of magnificent palaces that caught him attention until he noticed there’s incoming text from Amelia. He opened the message to read the text [Liebling, I have something to inform you. Can we discuss about it tonight? 😊] It makes him silenced for a while then replied [Yes sure, my queen 😘]

Meanwhile inside the psychiatric hospital, Paula just watched the press conference about Ernst been interviewed in TV makes she gritted her teeth then throwing some books and toys as she shouted “How dare you, Ernst! You took my life away from me. Die!!” It makes some of the nurses came over to soothe her down. It was second time Paula behaved aggressively by seeing Amelia or Ernst which it reminded her of her dark past time this making her blamed on them for current fate. —————

That night, Marina, Karina and Yvonne getting their time to keep their babies asleep in cribs while the boys except Virgil played some games in leisure room while waiting for their girls to come along.

Amelia put Christoph and Anya to sleep since they have to wake up early for morning activities when the door opened, revealing her Dutch lover peeking over. It makes the German blonde get up as she approached him “Can we both have some talk?” “Sure we can. What do you want to talk about?” Virgil asked. “Not here, Liebling” Amelia whispered as she closed the door then guiding him to mini library and locked the door. As they claimed their seat side by side, she opened her laptop which the screen showing the folder of [Utopia Wonderland] which she found a couple of landscapes in varied perspective. The abandoned buildings, fun rides and atmosphere that been taken over by nature and vandalised with spray paints. “Wait… I ever seen these before” Virgil responded once he looked over the pictures. “You might be familiar with this theme park back in your childhood. Utopia Wonderland in northwestern England. Opened in June 1970 but closed in December 2010 by lots of factors” Amelia explained as she glanced to him “I already checked over these pictures in Internet since my Papa just planned a new project to reuse the abandoned land for upcoming unannounced project. But…” then she silenced for a while “He asked me to do something. He wants me to take a survey around the park and sending him the report video this Monday” “You have to go there? Alone?” Virgil asked, still surprised on what he heard, shaking his head “It’s dangerous, Ami. We don’t know what happened there” “Liebling, I have to go there and bring someone in company. But my sisters are busy with their college and work so I don’t know who can I bring along with” Amelia sighed “Maybe Vincent since he’s on the break tomorrow. Who knows if inside the video, we had a kiss in front of the palace-” The provocative words by Amelia making Virgil interrupted “This couldn’t happen!” It makes Amelia silenced for a while until he added “I’ll coming along with you” Amelia curved a wide smile “Okay. I already informed Mama that she can keep eyes on Christoph and Anya for a whole day tomorrow-” “Tomorrow…? When are we going there?” Virgil asked. “Tomorrow of course. This Monday I have to bring the video and you have a match, right?” Amelia asked back making both of them silenced again. “That’s fine. Start packing up some stuffs and we will depart by dawn” he commanded. ———-

At the next morning…. “Mama, why are you both leaving us? Where are you going?” Christoph asked as Amelia hugged crying Anya to soothe her down. “I have a work and Papa is going to keep me in company. I can’t bring you both for your safety” Amelia replied to them then kissed their foreheads “Be a good kids. Listen to granny” “Promise to come back soon” Anya said before those kids hugged her. Imogen sighed, noticing Virgil came back from his SUV as she advised to him “Please take care of Amelia” “I will” he replied then kneed down to face the twins and said “Come on, Christoph, Anya. We will be fine” “Papa, promise to bring us for a walk soon” Christoph asked. “We can’t promise anything, kinder but sooner or later we will” Amelia winked, giving the kids last hug before both of them merged inside SUV and departed from the mansion. Christoph and Anya cried on Imogen’s arms as she whispered to them “You’re a grown up. Don’t cry. They will be back soon, okay?” That’s when Mo came in as he asked “What’s the matter?” “Ami and Virgil had to depart to northwestern England. It’s like Ami has a job to do but she needs a company” Imogen replied. “What kind of job is she doing?” He asked back. Imogen groaned “Well… it’s like making documentation for one undiscovered place?” But it makes Mo ended up confused for a while, scratching his head.

That morning was kinda little silent when Karina, Yvonne and Marina prepared breakfast for a whole family. Christoph and Anya were still looking sad during their meal and play time even it worrying Imogen very much. She knew those two kids only had no one in world except Amelia that they assumed as their mothers. That morning was little fine when Karina and Marina keep eyes on the sleeping babies until the door knocked making Yvonne came downstairs and opened the door revealing a few policemen and Vincent came over “What’s the matter?” “Is this Vambürt residence house? We’re looking for Miss Gonzalez” the police asked. It makes Marina came over as well “Yes I am. Why are you looking for me?” ———–

2-3 hours later, the SUV arrived by the wooden barrier makes Virgil braked, asked her “Are you sure we’re in right place?” “We are” Amelia replied as she checked on Google map before emerged from car, carrying an explorer bag. She held two safety helmets as she gave one to him and wore the other for herself. With wearing safety goggles, safety gloves, long sleeved shirt, active trousers and safety boots, it already pictured Amelia as a perfectionist who really know about danger inside abandoned amusement park. The Dutch giant followed after her, with hoodie covered his head while looking over the signboards at the wooden barrier written [Danger. Animals may present] [No Entry] [Keep Out] and much more giving him worryingly feeling took over “Are you sure we are going to get inside?” “Of course I am!” Amelia replied excitedly then she handed him a face mask as she already wore it. Virgil grabbed it as he wore it as well, smiled lightly “You think we’re in Chernobyl? It’s just an abandoned amusement park” “Danger never blind to look for victims, Virgil” Amelia smirked underneath the face mask she was wearing “Do you bring my video cam?” “Why would I forgot the most important stuff?” He asked back, he grabbed the small video cam, fully charged and waiting to record a great masterpiece of the documentary about that amusement park. They began getting their adventure as both of them crawled under the wooden barrier, walking toward the metal gate that been chained from inside. There’s only one metal arch gate with text written [Utopia Wonderland] makes both of them climbed over the gate carefully, trying to not get hurt. “Alright. I’m going to show this video to my Papa’s company so don’t show up your face in camera or they might be shocked seeing you” Amelia said which it makes Virgil smirked lightly while switched on the video cam. The video cam switched on, the screen showing Amelia stood behind the abandoned white palace “Is it okay?” Virgil asked. “I think it’s fine, Liebling” Amelia pulled down the face mask, chuckled lightly before she took a deep breath. She was more than ready to document the experience in abandoned amusement park in her first video “Hello ladies and gentlemen. My name’s Amelia Speichern and we’re now arrived in world’s largest abandoned amusement park: Utopia Wonderland. Opened in June 1970 before it’s closed after 40 years operation in winter 2010. There are lots of reasons why it’s closed… and I’ll inform you once we take a look at these beautiful apocalyptic park” then she said “Cut!” Virgil paused the video cam as he asked “That’s it?” Amelia shook her head “It’s just the beginning” then they both walked to large notice board which it shown the map of the theme park, it was too large and labeled with different sections such as Hartfeld, Northbridge, Around the World, The Void, The Five Kingdoms, Cordonia, Penderghast Magick World, The Regency, The New Rome and much more. Even it also has artificial tropical island named La Huerta. “Fucking shit. This place is quite big to explore” he sighed then asked her “Are you sure we will explore the whole place?” “Indeed!” Amelia smirked then kissed his cheek “Come on. Consider we are the only humans in this world” it makes him smirked, looking down in embarrassment. ————

Back in the mansion, Vincent took a seat, sighed as he glanced over Marina, Karina and Yvonne carried those four babies on their arms, as well as the boys kept in company “What’s the matter are they looking for us?” Trent asked. “I don’t want to interrupt this business but this is an order from authorised party back in Spain” Vincent added “Michelle de Sousa actually has a parents. They just contacted the ambassador of Spain in United Kingdom regarding their daughter’s death, and hearing the news about her childbirth makes they decided to claim her children by being their legal guardians” “So that means we have to let these babies go?” Marina asked as she carried Taylor on her arms while Trent rubbed her arm to soothe her down. “We have no choice” Vincent said. Marina sobbed as she kissed Taylor’s forehead while Trent whispered “It’s okay, baby. They’ve just had their legal guardians. Let them go” “You’re kidding me…?” Yvonne silenced as she looked over Kai in her arms while Jamie in Andy’s arms “Is there any way to stop this?” She cried. “Actually she’s traumatised of losing our baby once” Andy added. “I understand but we have to proceed with law regulations” Vincent replied. Yvonne sobbed as she looked down to the baby while Andy convinced her “Babe, I know you’re sad. Even I also feeling the same way” “But we won’t be able to meet them again, Andy. I don’t want to” Yvonne cried. Karina sighed as she glanced down to Zahra as she kissed her forehead “Looks like my responsibility to you only ended today. I’m gonna missed you” she still sad of losing the first baby she took care on her arms, but she had to let her go this time. “Be strong, my wifey. Allah just want to give us chance to keep eyes on her for a couple days” Mo convinced her as he brushed Zahra’s head “He must be has something planned upon us” “Alright. We’re gonna bring these babies to their legal guardians back in Spain and informed them about all of you. Maybe you’ll given a chance to visit them someday” Vincent said as he watched the butlers went downstairs with holding each baby bags as hey already packed up since the police came in. —————–

“Yo know what, we’re supposed to bring bicycles here since this amusement park is quite big. But thinking of possibilities of accidents may occur, we have to walk by foot” Virgil explained as he walked along with Amelia side by side when they just arrived the section named Hartfeld which it’s a replica of university. “I never thought this amusement park has a university” Amelia hummed as she grabbed the video cam showing the marble statue of man with wearing robes had been vandalised with spray paints and rubbishes. “If this guy was real and saw his statue had been vandalised, he might be sad” he said. Both of them switched on torchlights as they walked along every structures of the Hartfeld University from the admin offices, dorms, classrooms, sorority and fraternity houses and others. They took upstairs along the abandoned dorms which the broken furnitures took over the landscape, walls covered by spiderwebs and spray paints, even they noticed used condoms and syringes scattered everywhere. “Looks like this place had been intruded much times despite there’s a signboard warned them to not come in” Virgil said in whispering tone. As they reached the rooftop revealing the dusty couch, Amelia took out a binocular as she took a peek around the landscape as she noticed it has views of rollercoaster rails, skyscrapers, castles and artificial mountains “It’s so beautiful…” They continued walking across the ‘cemetery’ until they found a Victorian style house with written [Braidwood Manor] at the gate. As they walked inside, they found furnitures are still remained there just it covered with dusts and spiderwebs. They went to the spot where there’s a rollercoaster rails, they have a couple of them, the trains had been vandalised badly, stuck along the platform. They walked the metal stairs along the rollercoaster rails carefully since the wind started blowing hard against them. Virgil recorded the landscape of the theme park in full degrees. They can see much fun rides for kids and adults, love tunnel, golf miniatures and others. Not forget, they discovered the abandoned ordinary zoo and safari zoo, the water park, Las Vegas themed hotel and much more… ******* The next spot they went to was a new section named Northbridge. It was like a metropolitan city in comic books. They stepped to the clock tower which it was a headquarter for superheroes. The replicas of computer and machines makes Amelia gasped in awe as she stood behind the clock. Virgil stood next to her, smirked as he took out his phone to took a selfie of them having a kiss behind the faulty giant clock. So were they took a peek inside the cabaret premise, the office of Northbridge News with broken computers and cameras or the skyscrapers with name Prescott Industries which it makes Amelia said “Looks like this is kinda Iron Man knock off” ******** Walking further to the other zone named Around the World, it actually divided by different subsections: America, Europe and Asia. In America subsection which it’s the largest among those three zones, they roamed around varied replicas of New York, Washington, New Orleans, Oregon, Montana, Texas, Massachusetts, California and much more. Each states mentioned has each different sides that they never seen before. In New York subsection, they found a creepy building that the roof had been broken, sunlight reflected to the dying giant tree which it makes both of them wondered what was that about. Even they found a building named Eros which it looks like match making agency. Amelia took a peek in curious while Virgil recorded it to document each of details. As well as a presence of a hospital named [Edenbrook Hospital] which real hospital beds and equipments found giving them wasted time to explore in curious. “Do you know what I’m thinking?” Amelia asked “I found in Internet which there’s a kids interactive theme park named Kid Zania. It’s like the theme park where the kids can play interactive job plays… but looking over these props…” she glanced over the mannequins scattered on floor “I think it’s more to teenagers and adults game” “Do you think what are the purposes the amusement park made since this is not an ordinary theme park” Virgil asked her again. “I’m not sure…” Amelia huffed. In New Orleans subsection, they discovered the abandoned classic premises and some torn costumes of zombies, werewolves and other mythical creatures scattered around. Even they portrayed swamps and forests which it makes Amelia shivered since she noticed alligator trails on ground. “You okay, Ami?” Virgil asked in concerned voice. “Ja, I’m fine… it’s just I haven’t seen alligators in real life” she whispered to him. In Montana subsection, they stopped by the ranch with broken wooden gate written [Oakley’s Ranch] “Looks like we’ve got into tje country farm” he said. “Indeed” Amelia replied as they both wandered around the abandoned ranch, dead cows found everywhere which it makes her covered her face with mask. In Oregon subsection, it divided by two related places: Westchester and Pine Springs. In Westchester, they found an eerie brick house that been taken over by forest which it written [Mr Red’s Lair] as well as grizzly bear, giant golem and dog ghost replica found on ground. Besides that, they discovered a small town with a dam in Pine Springs. The water were still flooding all over the dam in mossy green as they walked deep inside the structures underground. That’s not all, they went to the house where they found a underwater suit locked inside glass cabinet with five runes carved on it, as well as unusual objects found such as skeleton key, spell book, electric baton and much more. Until one moment Amelia screamed and jumped on Virgil as she was scared seeing a skeletal replica hanging on rope. “Calm down, Ami. It’s not real” Virgil convinced her “Just a replica” It makes Amelia get down on her feet “Really?” Then she poked the skull playfully “You scared me, ghost. Next time, say hello to us!” It makes him chuckled lightly. In Massachusetts subsection which it written name as [Birchport] and facing the ocean, they walked along the shop lots which all of them already shut down and leaved much presence of humans making them were in ghost town. Even they went to the firehouse as they reached upstairs to the top, the broken light welcomed them as well as great view of the theme park and ocean. In California subsections, they found a few corners to explore such as a building named Click-It, mini Hollywood themed park, a concert hall named [One in a Million], a summer house with turtle bay, and a large mansion with lots of broken cameras and microphones which it named [America’s Most Eligible]. Even they also found a racing track named [Ride-or-Die Adventure] as they found lots of cars scattered around the road, unable to use and vandalised as well. Then they went along the Europe and Asia subsection which it has varied places to explore labeled Paris, Monaco, London, Berlin, Venice, Istanbul, Bali, Tokyo, Shanghai and others. Both of them documented each abandoned places, feeling like they were in real apocalyptic world. ********* “Virgil, I don’t like to share some information with anyone. But looking to this abandoned theme park makes me feel…. heart touched. How could they shut down these beautiful masterpiece to public?” Amelia asked as they arrived at the other section named Penderghast Magick World. “Every beginning must be has an end” Virgil replied “So is this park. They’ve facing their golden ages once it’s opened before it’s closed permanently for own good” They both wandered around the unique styled buildings consists of greenhouse, dorms, admin buildings, classroom, room with full of mirrors, Alice in Wonderland themed dining room, even fairy and nymph villages which it makes Amelia whispered “I think before Hogwarts had been made, they have Penderghast” “Sometimes I wondered why they just leaved this park like this if it’s quite large to handle?” He asked back. ******** “Before Game of Thrones had been shown in Tv, I think they have The Five Kingdoms” Amelia mumbled as they both arrived at the medieval fantasy themed section as they wandered each of the castles which they have around 5-6 castles available. Metal armours found everywhere as they stepped in “Wow….” she sighed again “An awesome designs of the armies. They have different factions based from their armours…” “And they have dragons too” Virgil said as he looked up to 20 feet tall blue dragon with wide wings spread up like a roof covering them underneath. “And a kraken” Amelia pointed to a large purple kraken statue that floated along the large pool “The creators of this park were a genius” she mumbled. ********* “Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! This place is too magnificent to be left behind” Amelia squealed as she stopped by the white and golden modern styled palace as they arrived in section named Cordonia. They wandered each parts of the palace, stopped by the ballroom when Amelia wrapped her arms around his neck, looking to his eyes. “Looks like we’re both become exiled king and queen by the apocalypse the world made for us” she whispered, making Virgil smirked bashfully, looking down to cover his expression. ********* “The Void? Is it some sort of Star Trek knock off?” Virgil asked as they arrived at large complex named The Void. “Maybe yes based on the murals of these characters” Amelia said as she pointed to the murals of humanoid aliens with varied body marks and robots. As they walked inside, it revealed the rocket ride rails which each of them labeled with numbers. Continuing their journey, they found a gigantic spaceship named [Atlas] following with atmosphere of other galactic 'planets’ which it makes both of them not missed the chance to document them in video cam. “I wish this place is reopen so we can bring our kinder here” Amelia said “But thinking of this might be outdated and unsafe to play…” “We can show the picture and tell them how great it was” Virgil replied. “But it makes they eagerly wanted to go there without thinking of the risk” it makes both of them silenced when they looked up to broken galactic props around them. ********** “Wait, this place also has a high school? Is it supposed to be a theme park?” Virgil asked as he followed after her when they arrived at red and white coloured highschool building named Berry High. “I think this gonna bring us some highschool memories… where you were a jock since you play football of course” Amelia smirked, making him covered his face in embarrassment “While I was a cheerleader and played in school marching band” she playfully shake her hands like holding pom-poms as she chanted “We got L! To the I! V.E. R. P. O. O. L!” she jumped excited “It’s Liverpool!!” It makes him laughed, unable to resist how hilarious she was when she showed her wild adventurous side “You said you used to play in marching band. What musical instrument you played with?” “A saxophone” she replied, kept walking inside the ruins of the high school as they kept wandering around the hallway, classroom, the cafeteria, music room, school court, until they arrived at the theatre hall. Amelia carefully went upstairs to stage noticing the seats had been vandalised and broken but she didn’t care as she closed her eyes while sang “🎶Na na na na… Na na na na… Na na na na… You’re music in me….” Hearing his chuckle makes she looked down, laughed as she glanced to him. ******** “Another theme park with time tunnel theme?” Amelia hummed as she wandered around the Regency styled mansion which it named [House Edgewater], she watched the portraits of the noble family which it makes she sighed “Oh my…” “What’s the matter?” Virgil asked. “I’m not sure if this is Pride and Prejudice knock off or inspired” Amelia shrugged lightly, amazed by the classic English atmosphere inside the mansion although most of them broken, dusty and full of mess. She found a large dress which it fits for her size before turning around to see him stood behind her, makes she quickly took a bow “I’m sorry, Your Grace. I…” Virgil smiled lightly, looking down by how she reacted on him makes she added “I thought you’re a handsome nobleman to propose on me” she giggled. *********** “I feel like we’re traveling through time now” Amelia said as she faced the camera as she stood behind the amphitheatre then stepped downstairs carefully “We are like in Roman era… and I wondered if they have actors who played as Cassius, Marc Anthony, Julius Caesar…” Virgil smiled wide as he looked over the video cam screen while glaring around the amphitheatre then the camera focused to the gladiator stadium a few metre away from them “Seems like they have gladiators battle there” “I think they have” Amelia glanced over there “But if there’s a lion inside, I better run away for life” she joked as they both laughed. ********** “Ember of the Sea…” Virgil read the label on the large cruise ship while Amelia carefully climbed upstairs as she called him “Come on. We’ll discover what’s inside this ship!” As they were on top of cruise ship, they noticed some parts already broken and rusty, even the pool already dried up. She glanced over the small bridge that connected the main land to an island, as she convinced him “Let’s go over there!” Then she climbed downstairs while Virgil asked “Are you not getting tired for walking for a long time?” As they both arrived at the bridge which it brought them to La Huerta, Amelia sighed “I never thought of being tired once fun came upon me” she chuckled then taking out a packet of energy bar and tumbler of water from explorer bag, handed to him. They took a sip of water and some bites of energy bar while walking along the bridge and then… “Virgil, look! It’s a Cetus” Amelia pointed to the sunken sea monster underneath the ocean. Even he tried to look over it carefully to make sure if it was real. “By the way, what was that?” He asked back. “A sea monster based on Greek mythology” Amelia replied “I think that monster was there since this island has some sort of Percy Jackson vibe?” Hey laughed, continued walking until they arrived at the tropical island. Started from the hotel named The Celestial which it looked like luxury hotel with lots of amenities. As well as metal escape route that been took over by vines, an observatory tower with underground bridge with artificial volcano lava, a large tree with some treehouse, a couple isles, a pirate ship, a deserted mountain with 'ski resort’ and much more… And it was a long journey for both of them until they watched sunset beneath the ocean. Amelia spotted a large military base named M.A.S.A.D.A which it only reachable with a few cable cars. “It’s already late, Ami. We have to get back home” Virgil said. “Oh man…” Amelia pouted playfully then she laughed “Alright, alright….” then she kissed him and walked along the way until reaching the main entrance of the amusement park which it took almost an hour to arrive there. They both faced the abandoned palace in front of them, getting a deep passionate kiss. They were like a surviving couple in apocalyptic world. Until…. Amelia’s phone rang which it was from Marina makes she sighed “Home is calling upon us” ————-

As they arrived back in mansion after 3 hours journey, Amelia chuckled as she hugged Christoph and Anya as they were excited to meet their parents again. Virgil came over to living room, noticing Andy convinced crying Yvonne while Trent let Marina slept on his shoulder “What’s the matter with you?” “Vincent just came over with some police” Andy replied before he explained of what just happened to the babies they taken care of following with…

*Flashback start* Vincent sighed as he watched the police’s grabbed each of the babies to be taken inside the patrol car. He get up as he asked “Before I’m going back to London, I have an inquiry. Do any of the girls-” “Pregnant?” Trent shook his head “Nope” “Vincent raised his eyebrows as he asked "I think he’s going to threaten us again…” “He just threaten you, playing around with you. There’s nothing you can worry about” Andy chuckled. “I hope all of you please beware of any possibilities” Vincent warned as he leaved the mansion. *Flashback end*

“So those babies are now with their legal guardians?” Virgil asked to confirm the statement “No wonder they looked so sad” “Now you know. I feel like I just lose my baby once again” Yvonne interrupted before she cried while Andy tried to soothe her down. “It’s already over, girls. At least they just found their legal guardians and we still have a chance to meet them someday” Karina went downstairs along with Mo then claimed the seat side by side. Amelia came over with Christoph and Anya, sat next to Virgil as she said “Good news, girls. I’ve just recorded the whole video about the abandoned theme park that needed to be shown tomorrow morning. After that, we have to attend the editorial team about the magazine interview and-”. “You said what, interview?” Virgil surprised on her statement “Who’s gonna be interviewed?” “All of us” Marina replied “They want four of us become front-page cover of the magazine along with their interview” It makes the boys silenced again since they were shocked of how much publicity the girls got and they didn’t know about it.. “guys?” Yvonne asked, confused.

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