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ÚNIKOVÁ HRA V BRATISLAVE: VYBLÁZNI SA NA VÝLETE
Mesto Bratislava je mestom vzrušujúcich kontrastov. Mesto s historickými budovami vedľa modernej architektúry a tajuplnej atmosféry. Spoznaj čaro mesta na Dunaji s našou escape game.
ÚNIKOVÁ HRA LOV NA AGENTA
Môže obyčajný štátny úradník ohroziť bezpečnosť celého Slovenska? Môže! A tvojou úlohou je zastaviť ho!
Vydaj sa na napínavé dobrodružstvo a dolap tajného agenta, ktorému sa v prestrojení podarilo ukradnúť štátne tajomstvo. Dokážeš zabrániť tomu, aby sa tieto citlivé informácie dostali do nesprávnych rúk?
Akčná naháňačka ulicami Bratislavy sa môže začať!
Napínavú outdoorovú escape room Lov na agenta si môžeš zahrať na vlastnom smartfóne alebo tablete, bez prítomnosti personálu. Dopraj si potrebnú dávku zdravého pohybu na čerstvom vzduchu a spoznaj zákutia Bratislavy počas tohto neopakovateľného výletu.
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TIP NA VÝLET BRATISLAVA A OKOLIE
Hľadáš tip na výlet s kamarátmi, láskou, rodinou alebo deťmi v okolí Bratislavy? Máme pre teba ten správny tip.
Priprav sa na zábavnú šifrovačku, ktorá ťa nielen zabaví, ale vyšperkuje aj tvoje schopnosti. Interaktívna šifrovacia hra – Lov na agenta je kombináciou escape the room, geocachingom, city huntom. Riešenie hlavolamov v exit game potrápi tvoje sivé bunky, vycibrí tvoje vlastnosti ako komunikácia, strategické a logické myslenie, preverí tímoveho ducha.
Spojenie adrenalínu, zábavy a napätia v našej mestskej hre sa postará o tvoj program či už na každej párty, narodeninovej alebo rodinnej oslave, rozlúčke so slobodou, firemnej akcii alebo na teambuilding.
City game je skvelým tipom na narodeninový darček, vianočný darček, valentínsky darček.
Originálna verzia našej exteriérovej hry – Lov na agenta je vhodná pre každého milovníka zábavy a dobdrodružstva. Pre osoby od 16 rokov. Dostupné v 2 náročnostiach – 1/3 – pre začiatočníkov a 2/3 pre pokročilých hráčov.
V prípade záujmu o firemný teambuilding nás treba kontaktovať emailom na: [email protected] escape games v Bratislave
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VÝLET S DEŤMI BRATISLAVA
Hľadáš inšpiráciu na výlet s deťmi, školský či triedny výlet? Si na správnom mieste!
Rodinná verzia úniková hra– Family Lov na agenta obsahuje menej náročné hádanky a rébusy a je vhodná pre deti od 10 do 15 rokov.
Naša vonkajšia úniková izba zabaví aj to najnáročnejšie dieťa. Okrem spomínanej zábavy má hra aj vzdelávacie prvky – posilní tímovú spoluprácu detí, zlepší ich komunikačné schopnosti, vycibrí ich logické a strategické myslenie.
Rovnako ak pri originál verzií našej outdoorovej exit room hráči hrajú v tímoch. Adventure room ponúka aj možnosť hrať dueli, v ktorom proti sebe súťaží niekoľko tímov. Na vyriešenie záhady je k dispozícií 120-180 minút čistej zábavy a gradujúceho príbehu, ktorý vyvrcholí až do adrenalínového konca.
Školy pri objednávke dostanú 10% zľavu na celú objednávku. Treba nás kontaktovať emailom na: [email protected].
Neváhaj a daruj svojim blízkym nezabudnuteľný zážitok ako darček ešte dnes.
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ghoulodont · 10 months
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when i was trying to decide what my summoning reagents would be this diagram is what finally convinced me to use sulfur/mercury/salt.
specifically, this relationship of a group of 4 elements and a group of 3 elements really reminds me of the opponent process theory of color perception, which has 4 hues (plus black & white) represented by 3 photoreceptor signals.
one of the key concepts is that the photoreceptor signals (i.e. long/medium/short wavelengths or red/green/blue) are interpreted as a ratio. analogously, we could decide that different ratios of sulfur/mercury/salt make different kinds of ghouls. quintessence ghouls could be "neutral" like gray when the 3 amounts are equal.
another way to think about it is that the 3 photoreceptors create 2 hue dimensions (red-green and yellow-blue) and 1 brightness dimension (black-white). classical elements also have 2 dimensions, hot-cold and wet-dry.
but then again it doesnt make much sense at all, because what are we going to do with this third dimension? we really only needed 2. what does a ghouls brightness mean? its chromaticity? im not sure
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tozettastone · 1 year
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I'm thinking about what poor MCIT Jess actually knows about getting cheese from goats.
From what I know about traditional cheesemaking, without looking it up: you sterilise everything, bring the milk up to roughly around blood/body temperature, add in rennet, leave it to set, cut it and separate out the curds and whey and then squeeze and press the curds into cheese. You would salt it and then wash it with brine every day for... a mystery time... to encourage the crust to form. That's my fairly basic understanding of the cheesemaking process.
But I think sourcing the rennet is where I'd run into huge problems. I know rennet is a bunch of enzymes from nursing animals* and I have some vague ideas that it's meant to come from the 4th stomach of the very-baby baby of whatever mother animal you're using for the milk. For cow milk cheese, a calf; for goat milk cheese, presumably a kid. I think you can get it from sheep too, so... lamb. But I'm not convinced I'd even know which organ the stomach was, in real life? Like I am pretty sure I'd just be like "well... I dissected a heart once, so that's what that is. Around it... lungs. So the stomachs are definitely one of these masses, but god knows which." And, if presented with the stomach of a slaughtered goat, I wouldn't know to extract and use it in such a way that you'd get the enzymes into your milk without also getting like, idk, e coli into your milk.
So on that basis, I think this is also where Jess would fall down in her involuntary jaunt through Stardew Valley: Nightmare Mode. She'd have no trouble making cheeses like cottage cheese, and I think she'd probably be fine making butter and cream too. But the rennet.... the rennet you use to make your cheese last... rip.
I'm gonna look up what people used to do with regard to rennet—it has to be cleaned somehow, surely. But it is also kind of a fun game to be like, "what do I, a modern human, know about X thing?" and then assume that's also how much Jess could possibly know. I'm so sorry I didn't spend more time watching Townsend's, Jess. :'D
*modern rennet can also be derived from bacteria so if you're reading this and it has somehow caused a vegetarian cheese panic (sorry), rest assured your cheese marked vegetarian will still be vego, they are almost certainly not lying to you. the kid or calf or lamb was traditionally seen as kind of a happy byproduct of milk production anyway.
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alabasterandpitch · 4 months
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Fuckin hell Weeks there is NO need to go this hard with the banger imagery but I am here for it.
Funny how we find ways to relate to characters nothing like ourselves
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fortunato-official · 7 months
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love is in the air? wrong. potassium nitrate
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art-is-iq · 1 year
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This is art is iq I’m ike Ellis … and today we want to dive into the subject of packaging and presentation….Many days as a human being we find ourselves identity searching and deciding how to present ourself to the world 🌎 ….
What does the presentation of you art mean to you ? How is the package delivered? Being an artist holds true to those who put their efforts in their presentation . Creating a image worth following . The credibility starts with your presentation.
If a workout trainer had a beer belly would you believe they are a work out trainer ? The beauty about being an artist, is acceptance of your true self is encouraged. The artistic value in being original is unlimited .
I think writing everything down is the first step …
How much is it going to cost you to get to looking and feeling how you want it?
Where to get the products ?
Where are you going to complete your work?
Who you going to sell to ?
Are you even going to sell it at all …
How are you going to get it to them when it’s done ?
Why do they need it from you ?
Just posing questions for you as you consider your framework to complete your masterpiece … we will go in detail in the coming weeks…. But for now let’s just focus on these basic concepts….
After that it’s the doing….the being of an artist …. Putting your all into it every time you attempt to complete your work…where is your passion for your art…….
It’s not always pretty,
but it’s always worth it baby
Artist IQ
Even when they call you old, and your uninspired,
keep going, keep creating, keep owning the responsibility to give the world a masterpiece…….
This is Art is IQ….
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jobtamizhan · 1 year
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NITR Recruitment 2022 147 Non Teaching Vacancy
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தேசிய தொழில்நுட்ப நிறுவனம் ரூர்கேலா பின் வரும் பணிகள் நிரப்புவதற்கான அறிவிப்பு வெளியாகியுள்ளன. மத்திய அரசு இந்த அதிகாரப்பூர்வ அறிவிப்பினை  வெளியிட்டுள்ளது. தேசிய தொழில்நுட்ப நிறுவனம் ரூர்கேலா பணிக்கு விண்ணப்பிக்க ஆர்வமுள்ளவர்கள் 14/12/2022 முதல் 16/01/2023க்குல் ஆன்லைன் மூலமாக விண்ணப்பிக்கவும். இப்பணிக்கு விண்ணப்பிக்கும் நபர்கள் விண்ணப்பிக்கும் முன்பு கீழ்க்கண்ட கல்வித் தகுதி , வயது விவரம் , …
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androidfate · 1 year
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Wordle was very embarrassing for me today
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elonmusk7 · 2 years
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HTC VIVE Cosmos
Price: (as of – Details) Venture into the next era of virtual reality with Vive cosmos, a system Designed to maximize simplicity, experience, and possibility. Enjoy accurate inside-out tracking, right out of the box-no base stations required. Play where you want, when you want with a portable design and compatibility with a range of vr-ready PCs and laptops. Explore VR with expansive movement…
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christophe76460 · 2 years
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20 CD 08 Je veux tourner la page https://soundcloud.com/jlgaillard/je-veux-tourner-la-page Il est toujours bon de prendre de bonnes résolutions et, autour de vous, chacun vous en félicitera. Mais le problème n’est pas là. Que ferez-vous des pages de votre passé coupable ? Ce n’est pas en tournant la page et en prenant la résolution de faire mieux à l’avenir que le mauvais élève fait disparaître les taches faites dans son cahier, car l’œil exercé du maître les découvrira et l’élève sera puni. Ses efforts lui réserveront d’ailleurs bien des déceptions. Un commerçant, sur le point de faire faillite, ne gagnerait rien en évitant d’inscrire le report de la page : « doit » dans son livre de caisse. Les chiffres nouveaux sur la page blanche ne paieraient pas les vieilles dettes. Hélas ! Chaque page de notre vie commence par un triste « report ». Bonnes résolutions et améliorations nous conduisent à de dangereuses illusions ; ce sont autant de tromperies du diable. Car Jésus dit : Il vous faut être né de nouveau, Jean 3 : 7. Dieu est Saint et Juste et sa Perfection ne lui permet pas d’exercer sa miséricorde au détriment de sa justice. Il est lent à la colère, mais il ne tiendra pas le coupable pour innocent. C’est au prix de l’expiation accomplie par son Fils Jésus-Christ que Dieu, qui est amour, peut offrir aux coupables le pardon, la paix, la vie éternelle. Seul le sang de Jésus-Christ purifie de tout péché. Mon fils, ne méprise pas le châtiment du Seigneur, et ne perds pas courage lorsqu’il te reprend ; car le Seigneur châtie celui qu’il aime, Hébreux 12 : 5-6. Quand tu te laverais avec du nitre, et que tu emploierais beaucoup de potasse, ton iniquité reste marquée devant moi, dit le Seigneur, l’Eternel, Jérémie 2 : 22. Celui qui croit au Fils a la vie éternelle ; mais celui qui ne croit pas au Fils ne verra point la vie, mais la colère de Dieu demeure sur lui, Jean 3 : 36. #colère #miséricorde #justice #fils #jésus #pardon #paix #vie #dieu #sang #nitre #croire #fils #demeurer #courage # https://www.instagram.com/p/CjpNSJxM19k/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Yandere Platonic Batfam x Mentally Ill/Forgetful Reader
Warning: This is a yandere work, and as such, contains themes of obsession and unhealthy relationships. This particular snippet from Gaps will be an escalation, since this is a series, so trigger warning for kidnapping, non-consensual drugging, obsessive behaviors and manipulation.
There was a half full bottle of psychiatric meds in the glove box of your car. You have absolutely no clue when this got there, buried as it was under your insurance information, registration, and car owners manual, but it was there.
You turn the bottle over in your hands, reading the small label. Prazosin. You were glad to have some extra, in case Bruce hadn’t been able to get your refill this month. He had been good about it, the past couple of months while you waited for your appointment at the DMV, but it was always good to have spares, just in case. And something in your stomach urged you not to rely on the billionaire too much.
You pocket the bottle of pills. Sure, your script had been changed from prazosin to nitrazepam, by Dr. Leslie Thompkins since she was the only person that would treat you without an ID, but you didn’t like how the nitrazepam left you sluggish the next morning. You also didn’t like the thought of just how vulnerable you would be, in such a deep sleep.
Your cell phone rings. You pick up on the first ring, humming.
“(Y/N).” It was Damian. A bit of a surprise, since he didn’t really seek you out, but not an entirely unwelcome one. “You used to have a cat, correct?”
You snort. Of course one of the few times Damian calls you, it was about an animal. You didn’t expect anything less.
“Yeah. I had a Maine Coon kitten for a while before I moved. She was the sweetest little thing too, would always climb onto my shoulders whenever I got home from work.”
“What happened to her?”
“When I moved, I had to give her to my roommate. I visit her whenever I go to Bludhaven.” You explain, beginning your nightly routine. You brush the knots out of your hair, root around for your pajamas, drop two tablets in your hand.
“I see. I’m sorry you had to leave her behind.”
You smile, glancing at the time. The two tablets go down easy, and you double and triple check your locks. In Gotham, it didn’t hurt to be vigilant.
“It’s not a problem. I do have work tomorrow, so I’m gonna turn in, okay?”
“Of course. Get some rest, (Y/N).” He says it like it’s practically a demand, and you laugh when the line goes dead.
You drift off to sleep, eventually, your limbs heavy and numb.
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Your woken up by the sound of your bedroom door creaking open. Your heart stops, before thundering in your chest, slamming fast against your ribs.
Your mind races, and you force yourself to breath slow and deep, feigning sleep. The average thief wouldn’t bother to kill a sleeping person, but who knew what would happen if they thought there were witnesses. Carefully, you shift, making sure the movement looked to be the shifting of a sleeping body.
There’s a sound of crackling above you, and you don’t know what that means before the intruder speaks.
“You sure you got the dosage right? They’re moving around a lot for someone who’s sedated.” A modulated voice, indistinguishable thanks to the static. Your stomach drops, and it takes everything you have not to stiffen in terror. No average thief would have a fucking voice modulator. And what did they mean, the dosage? What the fuck did they mean?
Your fingers close around the handle of the small folding knife you kept under your pillow.
“It’s not full sedation. They’ll sleep deeply enough that we can move freely, but too high of a dosage would cause issues.” A low, gravelly voice and you feel your breath hitch. Both voices go quiet.
You hear a soft rattle as a pill bottle is picked up. Your heart hammers in your throat. You can’t remember which bottle of meds was by your bedside.
“Didn’t you get them put on nitrazepam?”
“Yes.”
“Old man, this isn’t nitrazepam. It’s an old script of prazosin.”
Silence. Deafening silence. Your eyes snap open.
You don’t even give yourself time to process the fact that there were two of Gotham’s vigilantes in your room. You don’t give yourself time to panic, or feel betrayed, because if you do, you won’t stop. You’ll be frozen and defenseless and unable to do anything.
You lunge up, throwing the blankets off yourself, and you try to twist away when the goddamn Red Hood lunges to catch you, only for his arm to wrap around your waist, yanking you back. The small fold out knife clatters to the ground, and a hand wraps around your wrist.
“Why don’t we all just cool off, yeah? No more stabbing attempts.” He sounds almost amused, but there’s an edge of danger in his voice that makes you shudder. He releases you, and you stagger away from him.
Batman hovers in the corner of the room, and even though he is the furthest from you, he feels so much closer.
“You got my script changed. Why?” Your voice is trembling, and you grimace. You don’t like the way you sound far too vulnerable.
“The old man is paranoid as hell, that’s why.” Hood grumbles, crossing his arms. He leans back, giving you space, and even though you know you aren’t any safer, you appreciate it.
“Hood. Now is not the time.” Batman growls, and Hood snorts.
“When would be the time old man? We would have avoided all of this if we had just gone with my plan.” Hood points out. You have no idea what he means.
“They weren’t ready.” Batman snaps, and you don’t know what that means. “This isn’t the place for this discussion, Hood.”
He turns to you, and for a moment, hesitates. The moment passes, and he lifts his hands, tugging back his cowl.
You stare. Staring back at you with intense blue eyes is Bruce Wayne.
So many things click in your mind. The inexplicable cancelling of your appointments. The paranoia. The way you had been struggling to work past the constant fear you were being watched. The way your things went missing when you needed them.
“(Y/N), I know you’re confused right now. Just let me explain.” Bruce says gently, and you shake your head, backing up.
“I don’t want to hear anything you have to say right now. You.. how long have you been breaking into my apartment? How long have you been using my meds to do it? And why?!”
“(Y/N), you barely manage to function on a day to day basis. I was just insuring your safety.”
“My safety?! Arguably I would be even more vulnerable SEDATED in an apartment in Gotham? Why do you think I check my locks so often? Why I have lists, of every possible thing I could need? I KNOW how to take care of myself, but clearly I made some sort of mistake when met all of you!” You shriek, and there are hot, ugly tears streaming down your face.
You didn’t need this, you didn’t need him, and you certainly did not need him pulling the strings on your life.
“Alright, you clearly can’t handle this old man.” Hood turns to you, arms crossed. “Listen, I get it. Batman’s a controlling, manipulative bastard. But we aren’t having this discussion here.”
You yell when his hand closes around your arm, and raise your hand to slap him away. He tugs you forward, twisting your arm behind your back and holding it there, and you yell.
A sharp pain in your neck, and your vision blurs.
You feel your knees buckle, feel yourself start to sag.
Gloved hands hold you up, and your head spins. Armored arms scoop you up, and you push at the thick Kevlar.
The last thing you see before unconsciousness takes you is white lenses staring down.
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the cask of amontillado (1846) - edgar allan poe
“he turned towards me. ‘nitre?’ ‘nitre.’ ‘ugh! ugh! ugh! ugh! ugh! ugh! ugh! ugh! ugh! ugh! ugh! ugh! ugh! ugh! ugh!’ it is nothing.”
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play-now-my-lord · 11 months
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My favorite Stupid Game Idea i've ever had is multiplayer Cask of Amontillado. You play as Fortunato, and you have to navigate through a dim maze with the help of "Wine Beacons" placed by two other players, one of which is the cask of Amontillado, one of which is Montresor. If there's a fourth player, they play as the nitre, spawning ghostly men made of fog that home in on Fortunato automatically. The ghostly nitre men can be dispelled in one hit but if they make contact with Fortunato cause him to stop and cough. If Fortunato makes it to the wine, he and the wine win. If he is successfully lead to the disused crypt or 10 minutes elapse without him reaching either objective, Montresor and the nitre win
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slavicbee · 5 months
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Na Slovensku sa bude protestovať (chvalabohu) ale keďže som v zahraničí (ironické, ja viem) nebudem sa vedieť zúčastniť (doriti). Prosím, ak nie ste ako ja, tak zvážte vašu účasť. Keby som mohla, tak tam už aj som.
Užívateľ r46152 na Reddite poskytol linky na jednotlivé zhromaždenia v Bratislave, Košiciach a Nitre: https://www.reddit.com/r/Slovakia/s/uZeC1xmVQj
Instagram Progresívneho Slovenska a Michala Šimečku a KDH neustále poskytujú nové informácie:
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Nádej umiera posledná.
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loreshark · 2 months
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Tenebrous Mirror
Nurture or torture, mirror brine mire Error meets terror meets bruise born omission Burnt nitre memories stir mobius mists, Turn Mort’s serene noose, one more time, one more minute Me, mine– its? ours? Tenebrous stories Turn one more turn in numinous orbit Rime rotten bones– so somber, born sour Susurrous murmurs entomb sober unrest Nurture or torture, mirror brine mire Turn Mort’s serene noose, one more time, one more minute
Tried my hand at some poetry based off the premise of the poem 'Chen "No Middle Name" Chen', in which you use only the letters from the title. Big thanks to @faedemon for the idea! It was fun!
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