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cyberaxolotl · 6 months

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NPPHT (Non-Poisonous Plant’s Hidden Toxin)

Bugsnax Month Of Macabre Fic

Words: 3.9k

Shellsy focus

Content warnings: Mild injury, character death not in fic, a little rough around the edges

Illustrations: 0

AO3 Alternative (With plot details explanation in notes)

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If there was one thing Shelda had become accustomed to on Snaktooth Island, it was struggling for food. Sauce was hardly sustenance, and her own physical inability stopped her from catching bugsnax herself, though that didn’t matter much; even if she could, she refused to make the first steps herself, and kept to her righteousness as long as she could.

It was there where her knowledge in herbology and plants could’ve been useful. Identify the edible plants, or at least their edible parts, and forage as much as possible. It was a generally good idea for those who could identify flora, but the island itself seemed to be against that.

She could identify every plant with ease, but it didn’t help when every plant was almost entirely poisonous. Foxglove, ragwort, hemlock, white snakeroot; other than sauce, only bad things grew from the ground. The island was designed to MAKE you eat bugsnax, and she had realized it very quickly. And when it came to the cacti, she didn’t have the right tools to get anything edible from them without more harm than good.

She was in the scorched gorge, looking around those patches of cacti, looking for any other kind of plant or succulent at their sides. She was on the verge of giving up on that search, until finally, something caught her eye. A plant with thick stalks and small white spikes.

Shelda bent down to it, getting a closer look. She grabbed a stalk and picked it off, seeing a bit of goop fall from the bottom, and she smiled. “Oh, thank Mother Naturae for her blessing…” She said to herself, pulling open the fleshy plant. And there it was, she could tell it now; aloe vera. The first mostly edible plant she’d seen on that island. She sat there and picked every stalk she could from the plant, hoping that the harvest she was getting would hold her over for the next few days. It wasn’t much, but it was more than nothing.

And that was how it started; a sheep-like grumpus feasting on the fruits of the island.

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About an hour later, Shelda had placed herself in her gazebo for a long afternoon of carving aloe leaves. She’d pull the stalk apart, get out what gel she could with her paw, then scrape the aloin away with a rock. She was sure she could use the latex for medicinal purposes later, but the rest was entirely to fill her stomach.

“Aaand what’s happening over here?” She heard a voice beside her, and turned over to see the journalist with their arms crossed. “What’s all this?”

“It’s aloe vera.” She said, looking back down at her stock. “Mother Naturae has blessed me with foraging the one non-toxic plant on this island.” She spoke with appreciation, holding up a scraped stalk.

“Really?” Their eyes widened. “I remember Filbo telling me he ate a plant that made him real’ sick. Is every plant around here like that?”

She shrugged. “They might as well be. This is the first time I’ve seen any kind of aloe here.” She grabbed another stalk, pulling it apart. “The most common plant around here is oleander, which shouldn’t be consumed at all.”

“I’m sure Gramble would’ve loved to hear that before getting food poisoning.” They rolled their eyes, looking away. “Are you gonna be sharing that?”

“It tastes like soap, child. Or,

soap tastes like aloe.” She noted, looking at the fruits of her foraging. “If you or Gramble want to have that over sauce then go ahead.”

She could see them cringe at the thought of it. “If it tastes like soap then why are you eating it?”

“Because sauce doesn’t sustain me. I’d take this batch of aloe vera over something that keeps me hungry.” Picking up an emptied stalk, she sighed. “Things get difficult as you get old, child. I am lucky that the mother blessed me with this.” With that, she took a bite.

“Euch.” They stepped back. “Have fun eating soap, I think.” Turning to the rest of town, they ran off.

“…” She watched them run off, then grumbled to herself. “That grump is always running off so suddenly…” She didn’t care too much as she got back to eating the plant’s parts, completely unphased by the taste.

When afternoon transitioned into evening, she’d had the full harvest prepared. Some stalks were left out for later, and the gel had been split between several cups. Using a handful of other herbs she’d carefully taken from Wambus, she’d made it into a sort of tea. A very thick, aloe-tasting tea, but a tea nonetheless.

She’d brought a bit of it with her to the fire.

“Hey Shelda!” Filbo greeted her happily as she joined the campfire group. “Whatcha got there?” He asked curiously, seeing her sit down with the cup.

“It is a tea made with gifts from the mother herself, a reprieve from weeks of starvation granted to me by nature.” She said with appreciation lining her breath, a smile on her face. “…I made it from aloe vera.” She added after getting several confused faces.

“You found aloe? Out here?” Wambus looked surprised, raising an eyebrow.

“In the gorge. I spared some to make sure they continue to grow, but I foraged as much of the fruits of nature as I could.” She took a sip, smiling with satisfaction.

“Well, I’m glad you found food, Shelda!” Filbo beamed, then his expression curled. “But, uh, doesn’t aloe taste all weird? And soapy?”

She sighed. “It IS commonly used for fur care rather than as something to be sustained by, but I’ve gotten used to bitter tastes.”

“…” He continued to stare at her for a second, then let out a held breath. “I can’t look at you and not think that you’re drinking soap.”

“Yep, that’s what I was about to say.” Wambus shrugged, looking at the fire.

“It can’t taste that bad if you’re drinking that much, right?” Chandlo asked, leaning forward.

Shelda pulled the cup away from her face, chuckling softly. “Oh Chandlo, my child… It’s horrid. But it’s as I said, it’s the best I have.”

They all stared at her for a few moments more before a camera shuttered behind them. “Ha! Granny’s drinking soap!” They all turned to see Beffica, holding her camera up with a grin on her face, and then scurrying off.

The old woman slouched with a sigh, holding her cup close to her chest. “I have a strong sense that I’ll be hearing that from her for quite some time.”

“Well, I mean…” Filbo hesitated for a second, looking away. “You ARE drinking it.”

“But it’s not soap, dawg!” Chandlo said, turning to him.

“She said it tastes like it!”

“I said it tasted bad.” She rolled her eyes for a moment, then sipped from the cup again. “For a change of pace from this discussion, Wambus, would you care to try growing aloe vera yourself?”

He shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the worst idea, but I don’t recall it bein’ very quickly growin’.”

She hummed sadly. “It was worth a try.” She turned back to the fire, and the conversation turned silent as the fire blazed on.

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Months passed, and the aloe vera forage had emptied in the first couple of weeks. It was a treat enough that Shelda appreciated it, but after long enough, she’d pretty much forgotten about it. She returned to a state where she sustained herself on herbal teas, and the occasional bugsnak that the journalist would give to her through the box. And really, the bugsnax would feel so much better than the aloe ever would.

It was one of those days where Scarla had enough snax for everybody in town, and felt generous enough to give one to everybody, even if it meant the means would be a little annoying.

“Hey, Shellsy.” They walked up to the gazebo, looking up. “…What is going on this time?”

The older woman had her back against one of the wooden poles of her home, rubbing against the corner of it. “Pardon me for just a moment, Echoyear…” She held a paw up, trying to get the wood into the crook of her neck. “…I’ve been terribly itchy this morning.” She pulled off, stumbling a little. “What do you want?”

“I was bringing you some lunch, I caught a lot of bugsnax today,” They reached into their squirming backpack, then pulled out an aggroll. “You’ve been itchy today?” They prompted her to continue.

She took the snak from their paws. “I tried making a poultice for it, but it wasn’t quite what I’d hoped for. I’d almost say it made it worse.” Putting it in her mouth, she ate it the same way anyone else would as she sat down. “I’m- gh- sure it’s just a typical rash.”

“…” Scarla stared blankly at her for a few seconds, eyes widening after a moment. Then, their eyebrows furrowed. “Are you okay?”

“..?” She raised an eyebrow at them. “Other than being itchy, yes. Are YOU okay?”

They grunted under their breath. “Oh I’m sorry, I’m just a little surprised after watching you stumble on your own hooves and then eat a bugsnak without waiting for me to even turn around.” They crossed their arms, “It’s unlike you to do that.”

“..!” After a pause, her eyes widened. “Goodness to the mother, I didn’t realize.” She put her paw on her forehead, looking dazed after a moment.

“Seems like you might be more sick than just itchy fur. You’re usually pretty on top of your act.” They stepped back, letting the older woman regain her composure. “Maybe sleeping in a bed instead of out like this at night would help.”

She shook her head at the idea. “I made my choice to have my living space be this way, I will not let it go now.” Getting back on her hooves, she stood up. “I’ll make more poultice and a cup of tea. I’m sure I just need to steady myself this afternoon.”

They watched her grab the nearest support beam as she stood up, leaning against it. “…You know, I CAN ask Eggabell if she’ll come down here and look at you. She might be preoccupied with the mystery, but I don’t think she’d leave someone like this if they’re in need.”

“I’m not in need, my child. I’m a little disoriented.” Shelda waved her paw at them. “It will pass.”

“…Eh.” They rolled their eyes. “If you say so.” With that, they walked away.

She silently watched them leave, then turned to her collection of herbs and spices. She was sure that her remedies usually worked, but if one batch of poultice didn’t relieve the itching, then another wouldn’t either. As soon as she thought about the itching, it returned, crawling up her back in an almost painful manner. It was going to be a LONG day.

But it wouldn’t be just a day.

Another month later, and the itching still hadn’t passed, nor had stumbling, or disorientation, or Shelda’s unfocused behavior. In fact, it seemed like they’d all gotten worse. It’d started taking her longer to get from her home to the firepit, she started talking less around the fire, she wasn’t sitting like she usually would, and she’d started sleeping laying down. She tried every remedy she could mix, and not one worked, but she wouldn’t give in until she had to.

And one day, she did.

It was the afternoon transitioning into evening, and after what felt like incredibly long of itching her back and neck on a beam, it was time to meet by the fire. Part of her considered not going, and instead staying there and going to sleep early, but she wouldn’t give in to herself. Not that easily. It was just the steps down from her gazebo and then the smooth walk to the center of town.

“…-!” A sharp gasp came out as she stumbled on the edge of the wood, falling forward and hitting her shin on the lower step, then planting hard onto her wrists and front on the ground. Her mind was filled with a sharp ringing as she heard small cracks from parts of her that she couldn’t identify. All of her thoughts were so foggy that she couldn’t place where they were coming from.

She didn’t make a sound as she turned her head, feeling dirt stuck on her face, and suddenly unable to move the rest of the way. Any noise she tried to make was stifled in her throat, feeling stuck as she waited. Somebody had to find her.

“Oh my gosh!” After what felt like forever, she heard somebody find her, and she didn’t look up to see who. She recognized the voice, and had to let things go by on their own. “Shelda, what just happened-?!” She let herself be turned over, finally looking up at the orange sky and the grumpus who was helping her. Her and Triffany weren’t quite friends, but she’d take the support.

“…” Shelda looked tiredly up at the raptor-like grumpus, disoriented and pained. Part of her was still very confused about how she had fallen, and she couldn’t get any words out.

“Um- Scarla! Chandlo!” Triffany looked away and called for her fellow grumpuses. “You’re lucky I was on my way through town, I don’t know if anyone woulda found you for a while, did you just trip-?”

Quickly enough, two other grumpuses were right by her, and a few more standing further away. “Grumps sake- Shellsy!” Scarla kneeled down by her, harshly making eye contact. “I know you’ve been stumbling recently but this is ridiculous.”

“Shelldawg-?” Chandlo squeaked out. “What’s happening?”

She slowly held her paw up, barely able to lift her arm up. She was very sure she had hurt a bone in some kind of way, but that had to wait. “…The doctor.” She hissed out, eyes narrowing at the journalist.

“Eggabell, got it.” They leapt to their hooves, stepping back. “I said we should’ve gotten her to look at you when this started but you didn’t listen…” She heard their voice trail off as they ran away.

“Get her upright, I don’t think she should be laying down.” She heard someone say, then felt Chandlo’s arm go behind her shoulder. With little force, she was pushed up, then held up by Chandlo and Triffany.

“Are you cold-? You’re trembling a lot.” The archeologist asked, getting no response. Shelda could only look between those around her as she waited to be evaluated, too disoriented, tired, and painfully itchy to focus and talk. She’d found it easier to be quiet than to talk in the previous weeks.

“What did Scarla mean when they said this started before?” Chandlo asked, looking around.

“I-I mean, she has been really quiet these evenings.” Filbo started, “And the scratching, and sitting weirdly, I thought she was getting sick, but I also thought she’d get over it.”

She sat in silence as everyone around her talked about her. “We can ask Scarla how long this has been going on for, but right now, we gotta wait for Eggabell.” Triffany shrugged, looking away.

“It’ll be alright. I’m sure it will.” Chandlo looked hopeful, but worried. “We wouldn’t lose the wisest one in town like this.”

She hadn’t even considered that her sickness could’ve been so severe. Really, she hadn’t been thinking of anything. All of her mind was too preoccupied by the constant stinging and ringing in her ears.

“What happened-?” Quick footsteps and a new voice entered her earshot, though faint.

“We’re not sure.” Triffany got up, “I found her down like this and Scarla said something about her being sick recently.”

“Stop crowding around. Everyone go do your own thing, I need to evaluate her.” Eggabell waved her paw at the crowded townspeople, her and Scarla reaching the group.

Triffany got up and let Chandlo continue to support Shelda while everyone else dispersed. “Can I stay?” He asked Eggabell as she walked up to the collapsed grumpus.

“I… Sure, Chandlo.” She sounded hesitant, but sighed as she kneeled down. “Shelda?” She was noticeably intimidated as she made eye contact with the sheep-like grumpus.

“…” Some part of her made it impossible to respond beyond moving her eyes, her gaze narrowing.

“…Ugh. Scarla, what’s been going on with her?” The doctor turned to the journalist.

“I'm not exactly sure. She’s stopped talking as much, she barely keeps up the righteous schtick, she’s been itchy all the time, and I’m going to assume by how much she’s been stumbling that she ended up tripping here.” Scarla explained, looking around.

“So she’s had pruritus, has been losing her coordination, and her behavior is faltering?” Eggabell checked, getting a nod. “Ah, um… Chandlo, do you know if she’s particularly light right now?” Her voice got more tense.

“Huh-? She’s always been pretty lightweight, but…” He shifted his hold on her a little, still supporting her balance. “I guess she is kinda off.”

The doctor took a deep breath, looking away. “Okay, so… Based on her history of osteoporosis, right now I think she’s cracked a bone or two from the fall, but… What I’m more worried about is that these all sound like symptoms of scrapie.”

“Symptoms of what now?” Scarla raised an eyebrow.

“It’s a degenerative prion disease found exclusively in sheep and goat grumpuses that causes all of these symptoms.” She explained, only to get more confused stares. “What’s strange is that there are no other grumpuses like that besides her on the island, and it’s spread through, uh…” She motioned vaguely with her paws, “Sharing… fluids..?”

Shelda herself managed a glare at that sentence, while the other two just looked disturbed. “Well if that’s what she has, then how do we treat it?” The journalist asked.

“That’s the thing- you don’t.” Eggabell sighed. “Scrapie is a degenerative disease in the brain that starts as behavioral changes and then ends as complete motor failure. There’s been no attempt to find a cure for it or any type of prion disease.”

It was clear that the doctor was struggling with empathy at that moment, partially from her lack of connection with Shelda, but the other two more than made up for it. “…You’re serious?” Scarla’s eyes narrowed. “There’s a disease that destroys some grumps completely and they haven’t even tried to treat it?”

“E-even if it could be, we don’t have what we need on the island.” Eggabell grabbed her arm, sitting upright. “I’m sorry. I can help with her injuries from the fall but I can’t do anything to stop this.”

“If you can’t treat it, how long does she have?” Chandlo asked quickly, looking between his friend and his older figure.

“I don’t know exactly. Symptoms can take up to a year to show after contracting it,” She turned to the journalist, “Do you know when it started?”

“I saw her stumbling for the first time a month ago.” They answered quickly, not looking at the doctor. Shelda looked lost and confused, but bitter at the same time.

“Okay, then… She might have another month or two left, but if she’s already been going quiet and losing motor control, they aren’t going to be good ones.”

They scoffed. “You go back to the mountain, Eggabell. We’ll stay here.” There was a bit of bitterness in their voice now.

Eggabell took in a sharp breath, then stood up. “Make the most of her time.” She said quickly, then hurried off.

“Ech. I guess she didn’t know her that well, but jeez…” They rolled their eyes, looking away.

“…We forgot to get her to help with her bones.” Chandlo noted after a pause, still looking down at Shelda.

“I don’t think that’s going to help much, whatever’s used to help with cracks might just make the itching worse.” Finally, they turned to the woman they were around. “I’m sorry, Shellsy.”

“…” Again, she was unresponsive.

“Shelda?” The athlete asked, getting her attention. “I’m gonna spend all the time I can with you. Does that work?”

“…” There was no change in her expression other than the slightest relaxation. “…The mother blesses you.” She let out, then turned to her gazebo. “I need my rest.”

“Were you quiet on purpose when Eggabell was here?” Scarla asked, getting a small nod. “Alright then. Chandlo, get her up. I’m gonna get a blanket from my hut.” They turned around, walking off.

Over the next minute, Chandlo carefully helped the older woman back to her place, and leaned her against a support beam. The journalist returned with a red blanket, but was quickly stopped from putting it down.

“I won’t need it. Not now.” Shelda looked over at them, “Wait until tonight.”

They folded it and placed it next to her. “Scrapie…” They muttered as they sat down with the two, “How the grump would you have gotten that? There’s not another sheep on this island.”

“I also haven’t been with any other grumpus than my wife in fifty years, and she’s a cat.” She looked up, thoughtfully. “…I do hope someone will take care of her once the expedition is over.”

“You have a wife?” Chandlo asked, confused and surprised. “You never told us about her.”

She chuckled slightly. “Harpila’s one of the kindest grumps you’d ever meet. We’d go to town potlucks and she’d bring the best dish, and she’d always make extra to donate afterwards.” She looked happy while she spoke, then turned away, looking at her pile of belongings. “…Scarla, would you open that chest for me? The code is 1920.” She motioned at a very small personal chest.

The journalist did as asked, walking over and picking it up. When they turned the combination lock and popped it open, they were surprised to find a pile of small papers, envelopes, and a worn pencil. “Bring it here,” She beckoned them, “I have something to write to her.”

They handed her the chest then sat down again. They were surprised at how calmly Shelda was taking it, but considered that the behavior changes were numbing her. Watching her go through the letters, they realized that they were all addressed to Harpila. “Do you want one of us to take these to her once we’re all home?” They asked.

“I would,” She closed the chest after taking out a blank page and the pencil. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, turning to Chandlo. “Chandlo, my child, I’d like you to do it.”

“-!” He took in a sharp breath, eyes widening a little. “…Yeah, yeah, I’ll do it! But, why me?”

She huffed a little. “Child, I know who you see me as. You’ve told me about your childhood.” She slowly held a paw out for him, “Harpila would be very happy to hear that someone saw me as motherly, and would love to share wisdom with you herself.”

He stared at her with wide eyes for a moment, and then a smile crossed his face. She smiled and turned away from him, looking down at the blank page. “…Oh, to find the words…” She mumbled.

“Would it be better if I left?” Scarla asked, looking away. “I think everyone else would want to hear about what’s happening.”

“You can go tell everybody.” She waved her paw at them in dismissal. “…And you can stay, my child.” She assured Chandlo, who looked ready to get up as well.

The two fell into silence as Scarla walked away, and Shellsy wrote a letter of her end.

#bugsnax #tori’s writing tag #shelda woolbag #scarla echoyear #chandlo funkbun #filbo fiddlepie #eggabell batternugget #cyberaxolotl’s month of macabre 2023

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digitalstickzac · 9 months

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Personal thoughts on: Fallout New Vegas DLC 1/4 - Dead Money

I have started a new FNV playthrough and am going to 100% everything, which included replaying the DLC. Now that I've finished it, I can take my time on a repeat playthrough and thoroughly explore the new areas. I will add onto these reviews after playing through them. Now for Part 1 - Dead Money. (Spoilers below the cut)

QUICK SYNOPSIS

Courier 6 receives a radio broadcast inviting them to the Sierra Madre's grand opening - a paradise away from the clutches of the old world and safe from Nuclear Warfare, a place to let go and begin again. Rather than get a paradise the Courier will be in a fight for their lives as they are forced to survive the horrors that await them.

OVERALL PRESENTATION

DM has my second favorite design out of all the DLCs. The Art Deco is a beautiful contrast to the Futurism Design of the Mojave, combined with heavy red colour pallet. Despite being abandoned and left to the elements the Sierra still looks amazing.

GAMEPLAY

I do like how the game forces you into a fight-for-your life for the entirety of the DLC's runtime. No fast travel, no waiting or resting, you need to move fast and react faster. I enjoy having to scavenge and look around for supplies as every bit helps and going into the DLC with a Level 30 Courier opposed to Level 25 and putting skills into MELEE and SURVIVAL made my run more enjoyable this time. The Exploding Collar and Ghost People were a nice addition at first but quickly got annoying, especially when you have to manage both at the same time.

STORY

DM tells a beautifully tragic tale of the inhabitants - past and present - that reside in the Sierra Madre. Sinclair wanting to build a safe sanctuary for the love of his life Vera Keyes but instead created a tomb that would be his and hers demise. Near the end where you hear Vera plead to escape from the Sierra and beg for forgiveness, Sinclair's message to Domino and the ending you can get if you read the message hits hard and well.

Father Elijah is a well written villain and at times can be chilling with how spiteful and angry his tone, wording and delivery can be. The Courier is expendable and is treated as such, we are not the first and could potentially not be the last victim that came to this death trap.

Christine having gone through a constant nightmare of getting his vocal cords torn out and replaced over and over and still having the courage to want to finish the job and kill the man who had destroyed her life. Getting her voice back and working together to open the Vault is beautiful.

Dean Domino... I'll be honest I don't care much for him. He is well written and has a few good lines but I am indifferent.

God / Dog's journey from two enemies who hate each other to coming to a middle ground and becoming one is a feels great journey that I still enjoy doing.

FINAL NOTES

I initially dreaded replaying this DLC because of the weapons / equipment removal, the Collar and the toxic cloud but after getting over that initial hump I still love coming back to the Sierra and reexpericing it all over again. Also I killed Elijah with the Holorifle he gives you at the start of the DLC, giving him another example of a bad choice he has made.

#Fallout New Vegas #Dead Money #My review

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xaoskaiepanastash · 11 months

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Oh i am dermatologist student now and j had my acne treatment 2 year ago my skin was in same state as you and is also the same type

My treatment took 8 months and I used the products the one I mentioned to you

Tbh how long to use a product it tough question to answer

If you have oily skin your salicylic acid (1% or 2%) in your facewash or cleanser is must)

And salicylic acid is known to dry skin a little since it unclog pores so you can't skip your moisturizer so moisturizer again is non skip able thing

Sunscreen is must it's also something you can never avoid

Only products you can stop using is your serum after your hyperpigmentation/ acne marks are gone

And tritnion 0.025% is known to treat hyperpigmentation as well but it's very powerful tool since it's made of retinol so when you start to use it for like once or twice a week you will definitely feel your skin start to dry cause your skin needs to get used to it , if it doens't dry your skin that means you will need stronger % of it but 0.025% is beginners percentage

But tritnion 0.025% works like magic after u use it for 1-2 months and once your skin get used to it , in about 5 months you shall see the results

You can stop it once your marks are gone

Also acne on your checks can be due hormonal imbalance or due to your diet try to cut of suger (2 cubes of suger is much more than enough for a day) acne on your chin is due to toxicated body try to detox your body ( you can use Safi syrup or eat natural aloe vera if it's available)

Acne on your forehead is due to make up or stress so if you apply make up you have to use micliier water to clean to properly and use salicylic acid face wash on it

Cut suger, detox your body, get a healthy diet , use all the products in proper order

Micliier water goes first

Then salicylic acid+glycolic acid facewash

Then your simple refreshing face wash for double clense

Your toner

Then your serum or tritnion ( never use both on same day or it will cause irritation)

Then your moisturizer

Then sunscreen

I hope this helps you

I went to a clinic 2 months ago and they said that my acne was in elation it was yours like that as well? what products did you use? And by that I mean which company.. Isn’t a problem as well or you just testing different products for acne ?

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puppyexpressions · 1 year

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Best and Worst Flowers to Plant for a Pet-Friendly Garden

Every pet owner knows their dog or cat will chew on anything it can sink its teeth into, whether that's a toy, shoe, or ball of yarn. And at some point, your furry friend will inevitably gravitate towards plants and flowers for a bite or two. As beautiful as these colorful blooms are, from household plants to flowers grown in the garden, some can be particularly dangerous to our tail-wagging companions.

Of course, fragrant varieties are especially tempting (and, yes, even deadly), but did you know that your pet simply drinking water from a vase containing poisonous cut flowers can result in vomiting, diarrhea, seizures, lethargy, and lack of appetite? As you will see on this list, sometimes the potency is wrapped in the leaves, whereas in other cases, it could be in the seeds or bulbs.

You can always take extra precautions by placing your indoor containers in inaccessible areas of your home. But, the best (and most obvious) form of recourse is to avoid buying and planting toxic plants altogether, especially if your dog or cat is known for roaming around outside and nibbling on anything out of sheer curiosity. And if you can't possibly part way with your precious wisteria and tulips this season, growing your flowers on fences is another viable alternative.

Although you can't do anything about the neighbors' gardens, you can protect your pup by starting in your own backyard. According to the ASPCA, these are the safest plants to thrill, fill, and spill, as well as the ones to avoid.

Perennials That Are Toxic to Pets

Aloe Vera - For humans, aloe vera works wonders for the skin and for burns. For dogs and cats, not so much. Symptoms from eating include vomiting, diarrhea, and tremors.

Chrysanthemum - Consuming any part of this autumn bloom can cause gastrointestinal issues and loss of coordination for your four-legged friend.

Carnation - They're not as harmful as other perennials but can cause mild gastrointestinal problems for your beloved pet.

Dahlia - Eating this delicate petal may lead to mild gastrointestinal suffering and dermatitis.

Daisy - Even though most consider this flower as the bedrock of the garden, several species carry dangerous toxins. Gerbera daisies and the blue-eyed African daisy are pet-safe options.

Iris - Irises come in many different colors, but that rainbow of hues could come at a price for your pet. Symptoms include mild to moderate vomiting, drooling, lethargy, and diarrhea. Rhizomes are the most toxic part of the plant.

Lily of the Valley - We adore this shady flower, but it can produce serious symptoms in pets and people, including vomiting, heart arrhythmias, seizures, coma, and, ultimately, death.

Monkshood - This one is a dead giveaway, considering its more common moniker "wolfsbane." All parts of the plant are toxic, especially the roots and seeds. Eating it can cause weakness, heart arrhythmias, paralysis, tremors, and seizures.

Peony - The garden and bouquet filler is a favorite among Southerners, but it poses a health hazard to our pets, including vomiting and diarrhea.

Other toxic perennials you should be aware of are Forget-Me-Nots, Peace Lilies, Coleus, Lavender, and Lenten Rose.

Annuals That Are Toxic to Pets

Begonia - The most toxic part of these plants is the tubers, which can cause irritation of the mouth and vomiting.

Geranium - Commonly grown in outdoor gardens, containers, and hanging baskets, Pelargonium species are toxic for pets, causing skin rashes, vomiting, lethargy, and loss of appetite.

Poinsettia - This traditional holiday plant can cause irritation of the mouth and stomach for kittens and puppies.

Shrubs and Trees That Are Toxic to Pets

Azaleas and Rhododendrons - These bright and popular garden shrubs are not only dangerous for cats and dogs, but for horses, goats, and sheep, too. If leaves are ingested by these animals, it can cause digestive problems, excessive drooling, weakness, and loss of appetite.

Boxwood - Evergreen and ever-dangerous when a significant amount of its leaves are ingested by your pet. It mostly causes dehydration, due to severe vomiting and diarrhea.

Gardenia - Unfortunately, the white and fragrant blooms of this shrub can take a toll on your pet's health, causing mild gastrointestinal distress and rashes.

Hydrangea - Summer and fall gift us with hydrangea's large clusters of flowers, but eating this plant can cause vomiting and diarrhea.

Lantana - If you've recently planted this small, tropical shrub, look for signs of diarrhea, weakness, or labored breathing in your pet.

Oak trees - The acorns are harmful to dogs, potentially causing gastrointestinal discomfort, a choking hazard, or even kidney failure or death.

Oleander - This popular blooming shrub is highly toxic, potentially leading to drooling, gastrointestinal symptoms, arrhythmia, and even death.

Rose of Sharon - Most hibiscus species are non-toxic, but dogs that eat Rose of Sharon (H. syriacus) flowers can have a lack of appetite and vomiting. Both stems and flowers are toxic to cats.

Yew - This slow-growing, drought-resistant shrub is attractive in the garden, but it's dangerous for pets and livestock and is known to cause sudden death from acute cardiac failure in dogs.

Bulbs That Are Toxic to Pets

Amaryllis - We love these beautiful bulbs, but they're extremely toxic. If consumed, it can cause abdominal pain, tremors, diarrhea, and hypersalivation for both cats and dogs.

Caladium - Their big flamboyant leaves contain dangerous crystals that can penetrate your pet's skin and mouth, causing severe irritation and difficulty breathing and walking.

Crocus - This chalice-shaped bulb is usually the first sign that spring has arrived, but ingestion of the spring crocus can lead to gastrointestinal upset for your pup.

Daffodil and Jonquil - It's a good thing that daffodils are too pretty to eat because if your pets munch on the bulbs, these plants can cause cardiac issues, convulsions, vomiting, and diarrhea.

Gladiola - Here, it's the corms that lead to excessive drooling, lethargy, and vomiting.

Hyacinth - You may be drawn to its sweet scent, but keep your dogs, cats, and cattle away from this bulb, because it can damage the mouth and esophagus and cause violent tremors.

Lily - To put it simply, lilies are definitely not the cat's meow. The verdant and fragrant bulb can cause kidney failure in cats, but doesn't appear to affect dogs.

Tulip - Eating the cup-shaped flower may lead to convulsions, cardiac problems, and gastrointestinal discomfort.

Vines That Are Toxic to Pets

While these climbing growers are useful for sprucing up your landscaping and vertical space, they can also be toxic to dogs and cats, particularly since wisteria contains poisonous seeds and pods.

Clematis

English and Boston Ivy

Morning Glory

Wisteria

Vegetables and Herbs That Are Toxic to Pets

Tomatoes, Potatoes, and Peppers - The stems and leaves of these plants contain solanine, which can cause severe gastrointestinal distress, weakness, and a slow heart rate. However, the fruits are edible if eaten when fully ripe, or, in the case of potatoes, after cooking. Stick to bell peppers, as spicy peppers can be harmful to pets.

Onions, garlic, and chives - When eaten in large quantities, all plants in the Allium genus can cause anemia in pets.

Mint and Oregano - Eating these herbs can result in gastrointestinal issues for pets.

Pet-Safe Plants for Your Garden

These plants are generally considered safe to plant around Felix and Fido. Keep in mind this list is not exhaustive and only includes some of the most common flowers typically grown in the South. If you are uncertain or suspect your pet has ingested harmful plants, contact your veterinarian.

African violet

Alyssum

Aster

Blooming Sally

Cilantro

Snapdragon

Cornflower

Crape myrtle

Creeping zinnia

Daylilies

Feather palm

Marigolds

Hibiscus

Impatiens

Magnolia bush

Mulberry tree

Pansies

Petunias

Purple passion vine

Sage

Spider ivy

Sunflowers

Sweet potato vine

Thyme

Tiger lily

Zinnia

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‘Bolsonaro promotes hatred’: violence stalks run-up to crucial Brazil election

The brutal killing of a Lula supporter and other violent incidents are the product of a toxic climate whipped up by the far-right president, critics say

The body was found in the shade of a mango tree: a man’s life cut short in a frenzy of stabbing – and a horrifying symbol of the political violence that has gripped Brazil under its rabble-rousing president, Jair Bolsonaro.

“He showed no sign of remorse,” the police chief investigating the murder said of the prime suspect, a Bolsonaro-supporting lumberjack who allegedly committed the crime because he disliked the victim’s leftist views.

The murder of Benedito Cardoso dos Santos, which took place last Wednesday near a remote Amazon town, has sent shock waves through South America’s most populous nation as it braces for its most important presidential election in decades on 2 October.

Bolsonaro, a pro-gun former paratrooper notorious for his radical rhetoric, has not commented on the killing, which police say was the result of a political altercation involving one of his devotees.

But Bolsonaro’s political opponents are convinced the toxic climate whipped up by the far-right populist lies behind the murder – and a series of other violent incidents which have taken place ahead of next month’s crunch vote.

Alexandre Padilha, a key member of Lula’s campaign team and former minister, said he had no doubt Bolsonaro bore responsibility for the spate of violent incidents, which include the fatal shooting of a member of Lula’s Worker’s party by a Bolsonarista and an attack on a Lula rally with an excrement-filled bomb.

Last weekend armed Bolsonaro supporters reportedly threatened two prominent leftwing politicians, Guilherme Boulos and the presidential candidate Ciro Gomes, while they were campaigning.

At a televised debate on Tuesday night, a pro-Bolsonaro politician was filmed harassing and insulting Vera Magalhães, a prominent female journalist who Bolsonaro recently branded “a disgrace to Brazilian journalism”.

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Malachite Kemonohito

"We may not be the perfect family, but at least we're better than you."

Name: Malachite Ryu Kemonohito

Nicknames: Mal (by everyone), Darling, Dear, Dearest, Dragon boy (all by Elodie), Bro-bro (by his sisters, Dad, Lizard boy (all by his siblings).

Age: 20

Birthday: March 21

Height: 179 cm.

Appearance: Malachite has a black hair in a hockey cut hairstyle, malachite green eyes and pale skin. He has a winged heart tattoo on his left wrist and two eat piercings.

Clothes: He's seen in different outfits but he's mostly seen in a black crew neck t-shirt underneath a purple bomber jacket, black ripped skinny jeans and white leather low top sneakers. He carries a black satchel bag and wears a malachite necklace.

Personality: Malachite is a causal and friendly individual to anyone he meets, however he still respects authority. But he won't tolerate if it's unfair or ridiculous.

He's a loving, loyal and sincere to his loved ones, especially to his family and Elodie. He's a romantic at heart, it's notable with Elodie involved, Malachite is completely devoted to her, and will do anything to make her happy. However, he can be a bit possessive to her due to having his ex stolen from him.

Since he's the oldest, Malachite tries to take on the 'dad' role that they're mother filled for years. He looks out for his sibling in his own way, such has taking away Cece's consoles so she can rest her eyes and tutoring Jack. But he still let's them do their own thing.

Malachite at times can be self-centered and headstrong, such as letting others being lead vocals since he's mostly the lead singer but will back down eventually, albeit he will sulk a bit.

Like the rest of his siblings, he loves his mother very much and is very protective of her, often doesn't trust the people she dates. One of the many traits he shares with his siblings is they get extremely violent and bloodthirsty when pissed enough.

College course: Music

Likes: Family and friends, Elodie, music especially rock, making mochi, fantasy and romance books and movies, paint ball, Cece's streams, teasing his siblings, Stay Alive, movie nights, Elodie being cute, watermelon golf, mochi,

being center stage, assholes getting karma, strong coffee, late night drives, star gazing, J & V, warm and comfy clothes in cold days, crochet, reptiles, weighted blankets,

Grim, old castles, self-care days, s’mores, homemade gifts, MMA fights, his guitar, Elodie giving him a massage, dark but beautiful places, Neffex, black tea, autumn, fairy lights.

Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, toxic people, misogynists, racists, disrespect or harm to his family, not being lead singer (sometimes), people lusting after his mom, people making Elodie uncomfortable, being cold, his mother insulted, his guitar broken,

stupid reasons, getting bitten in the morning, pickled plums, Grim eating his food, his siblings getting heartbroken, Vera and Cece’s concoctions, bad and cliche plots,

overwhelming perfumes, Elodie hurt, being lusted after, Cece’s candy, Elodie’s restricted home-life, people not using common sense, real leather.

Abilities: Cooking, MMA, guitar proficiency, enhanced athleticism, crochet, singing, melee combatant, sewing.

Meaning: Malachite - derives its name from either Greek malhe, meaning grass for its green color or Greek malakos, meaning soft because the stone lends itself well to being carved.

Ryu - means dragon.

Kemonohito- means beast in Japanese.

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donnasheridans4thbabydaddy · 18 days

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Eccedentiast

(n.) Someone who hides pain behind a smile

She woke, sweating, her heart pounding in her ears like thunder. It was a nightmare she'd had many times before, but the fear was all too real each time it returned. She slowly sat up, looking around the dimly lit room, trying to catch her breath. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a small silhouette standing nearby. It was Vera, always there when Joan needed her most. "Joan, are you.. Are you okay?" the timid woman asks, leaning against the wall. Joan nods, still staring at the wall in front of her. "I'm alright, governor. Don't you have other's to tend to?" She asks snidely, her voice cutting like a knife. Vera merely chuckles in response, moving to sit on the chair next to the bed. "I heard you screaming when I was doing my rounds, I wanted to check up on you." She says softly, placing a neatly manicured hand on Joan's. "Yeah, well. I don't need any comforting, go back to your office little mouse" The older woman commands. Vera stays seated, not moving an inch. "I'm not going anywhere, Joan. I thought I made that perfectly clear when you landed yourself in prison?" She remarks, a grin on her face.

Joan chuckles wryly, finally moving her head to look at the governor. "I guess so" she shrugs. "But there's nothing to tell you, it was just a nightmare. I've always had them" she states, a little frown forming. Vera sighs, raking her fingers through Joan's hair. "That doesn't mean you aren't allowed to hurt, or be scared of them." She smiles slightly as the older woman shivers at the touch. "I don't need your pity, Vera. Go back to your rounds." she bites out, although there's no fight left in her voice. Vera sighs, turning to Joan. "What was it about, the nightmare I mean?" She asks, curious. Joan sits back against the wall, patting the space next to her on the bed.

Vera sits down and Joan leans her head on her shoulder, staying silent for a bit. "They're always the same, most of the time it's about when I found my mother bleeding out in that bathtub, my father standing above her, grinning like a fucking maniac. Other times it's about- It's about the riot, before everything went to hell. Before I lost control" She says, her voice like a broken whisper. Vera turns, wrapping her arm around Joan. "I'm so sorry" She speaks into the dark space, against Joan's hair. "Don't be, over time I've learnt how to deal with them" she chuckles. "You don't have to be alone, anymore. I'm here for you. I know that I should hate you for what you've done to me, the other prisoners, my staff.... but I can't seem to bring myself to truly hate you for it." She admits, sighing. Joan looks up, her eyes clouding. "You really should hate me, I destroyed your reputation and career. And I would do it all again if it meant keeping control. You made me lose control over myself, Vera." She whispers, biting the inside of her cheek.

Vera smiles, kissing the top of Joan's head. "i know you would, but somehow.... I can't bring myself to care." she swallows, her own voice breaking from the raw emotion she's displaying in front of her biggest tormenter. Joan smiles, "I think... in some way, we are always meant to be. Wether it be enemies, lovers, friends, or colleagues." she admits, her voice hesitant. Vera giggles slightly, nodding. "I think we are, too. It's really fucking toxic, we're bad for each other. But I don't think we will ever be able to let each other go." She grins. Joan looks up, cupping vera's face. "Can I...." her voice trails off, her thumb swiping across Vera's bottom lip, who nods eagerly. "Please..." Joan's heart pounded within her, heavy with the echoes of the nightmare she'd just endured. As she turned to face Vera, she could feel herself growing tight with emotions, and as she leaned forward, gentle lips met with her own in a tender, yet passionate kiss. Her breath came in shallow breaths as the feeling of the other woman's soft lips against her own sends shivers of pleasure through her body. As she pulls back slowly, she is left breathless, the sweetness and tenderness of the kiss lingering on her lips. Vera pecks her on the lips one last time before standing up and walking out. This wouldn't be the end, Joan would make sure of it.

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Beatport The Short List March 2024: Deep House

- Artists: Beatport DATE CREATED: 2024-02-27 GENRES: Deep House Tracklist : 1. Mézigue - J'suis plus dans le temps(Original Mix) 2. Demuja - Take Me Back(Original Mix) 3. Space Dimension Controller - Minehead(Original Mix) 4. Chris Stussy - Desire(Extended) 5. Jesse Bru - Mhm(Original Mix) 6. Felipe Gordon - Homage to Bossa(Original Mix) 7. Marsolo - ⁠Can't You See(Original Mix) 8. Mute, Gerd Janson - Direct Cut(Gerd Janson Edit) 9. Dam Vera - Quina(Original Mix) 10. Coeo - The Stage Is Yours(Original Mix) 11. Jex Opolis - Deathwish Mix(Original Mix) 12. Downtown Sai - Smoking Banzai(Original Mix) 13. Glennny - Thunderstorms(Original Mix) 14. Nathalie Capello - Alternate(Original Mix) 15. Holo - Piano Principle(Original Mix) 16. Monty Luke - Supernova(Original Mix) 17. Orlando Voorn - Essence of House(Solid Mix) 18. Kolter - Let You Go(Original Mix) 19. Last Rhythm - Open Your Mind(Extended Version) 20. Prince.L - Toxic Love(Original Read the full article

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djmusicbest · 2 months

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Beatport The Short List March 2024: Deep House

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bharathomeopathytreatment · 2 months

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Best homeopathic treatment for psoriasis in india

Psoriasis could be a chronic condition that causes red, scaly patches of skin. The symptoms and signs that appear early in psoriasis may vary from person to person. This disease can affect anyone at any age.

Red spots appear on the surface of the skin. The first sign of psoriasis is small, raised patches of red skin. These spots may appear anywhere but are often seen on the lower, upper, or knee backs.

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Skin that's flaky, dry, and cracked: Psoriasis skin can be dry and flaky. It may also be cracked and bleeding-prone. It's most noticeable on thicker areas like elbows, thighs and knees.

Psoriasis patients may experience itching or burning in the affected area. The scratching could exacerbate symptoms and lead to more irritability.

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A skin disorder is an autoimmune disease resulting in thick skin and scaly spots. These patches are red and scaly at the surface of the skin due to the rapid expansion of cells that make our skin. Psoriasis has no known cure. homeopathic remedies for psoriasis and homeopathic medicine for psoriasis can help control symptoms of psoriasis.

Moisturiser: Using moisturisers containing natural ingredients to soothe and reduce dry, itchy skin can be beneficial. Only use scent-free, fragrance-free, hypoallergenic moisturisers.

Healthy Lifestyle Advice Food: Consume a balanced, healthy diet. Be active and drink plenty of water. Avoid smoking and excessive alcohol consumption. Practice relaxation techniques to relieve stress, such as yoga and meditation.

Avoid Triggers. Avoid substances, alcohol, smoking and stress that can worsen psoriasis. Stress, substances like alcohol, drinking, smoking, having a rash, or having a cut on the skin are all common triggers.

Natural remedies. While no scientific evidence proves these treatments' effectiveness, a small number of sufferers feel relief from their use. Aloe Vera Gel and Turmeric are only two of the many treatments.

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Psoriasis victims should be in the best location. You have been receiving treatment for quite some time, depending on your issue. The homeopathic psoriasis treatment is non-toxic and safe. A team of medical professionals can suggest the best food to eat to combat the condition. This is where you can ensure the following procedure happens immediately.

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meggigoering · 5 months

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📖November 13th, 2023

🦈"The tram covered Berlioz, and a round dark object was thrown under the lattice of the Patriarchal Alley on a cobblestone slope. Having rolled down this slope, it jumped on the cobblestones of Bronnaya. It was Berlioz's severed head." (Bulgakov M.A., Master and Margarita).

For criminal proceedings, to gather the appropriate evidence is not an ordinary task, in particular for the cases of serial crimes. Last week appeared to be a pretty busy considering that I was on sick leave due to the allergy and poisoning. In fact, I passed a number of tests to confirm the poisoning with the mustard gas, and differentiate the poisoning and allergy. As previously stated, mustard gas necessitates a very specific blood change and distinct symptoms. When combined by individuals who are aware, it is impossible to confuse these exceptional modifications with anything else.

The hypothesis's accuracy can be easily confirmed by the fact that I and my dogs are alive, which is surprising since there aren't many people who know this stuff. Mes chiens et moi sommes en vie, ce qu'on appelle la septième preuve. My belief is that God played a significant role in my rescue, but also the understanding of toxicology, war medicine, and investigative medicine. It's unlikely that anyone predicted that all stars would come together in my case. Otherwise, me and my dogs would be already rotten on the cemetery.

Although it is a rare intoxication, the exact number of people who have died due to acute mustard gas toxicity is unknown. As the case of my family shows, at least 3 deadly acute poisoning of humans, and 9 cases of my dogs' death were caused presumably by the acute poisoning combining together with the accident, wrong diagnosis, falsification of medical records. So, I've passed many tests of blood, and now I have the most complete clinical picture allowing not only to proof the hypothesis of acute poisoning, but only proof the source of it, in particular - among others, the business documentation of the BOOST. As a remarkable note, the most toxic folders contained documents related to Tinkoff Bank, Sistema-VTB, Bunkovo, and Smart Expert. Signing and sealing this crap was a nightmare, and I had to ventilate it for a couple of months and store it outside my permanent presence room before proceeding. Thus, as long as I retook the blood tests in the certain time intervals, now it is possible not only to confirm the poisoning itself, but also connect it with the documents, and the cases - I am sure that among approximately 300 folders, exactly these four were appearing as the most disgusting.

Another good news is that I've got the fresh conclusion of the Allergist. Not sure that many of people know this fact, but I am vegan, and I don't drink alcoholic drinks, and do not take any drugs due to the polyvalent allergy on any medicaments, intolerance to ethanol, and protein of animal origin since my birth. For sure, many silly distributors of slander about me did not know this fact, otherwise they would cut their tongues instead of spreading the crap about me that I'am a kinda alcoholic and drug-addict schizophrenic. For those bold and stupid dumb-tongued, there is a one more Darwin award - the recognition following the article 128.1 of the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation, and linked as well.

A couple of days ago, I've got the good news about the initiation of criminal proceedings with regards to the slander about me that I'm kinda a mentally ill with schizophrenia. As long as the end of the whole case is completed in Samara, the investigation is in Samara now. Many of my "moscow" friends from AFK Sistema and beyond will be congratulated together with Stinky, Tanyshka, and their mad down-prostitute daughter "lera": I mean Igor Kozlov, Vera Kolesova, Evgeny Pruidze, Asya Ramazanova, Inna Somkina, and so on, the long list is really long to publish it here.

Also, in addition to the 128.1, Stinky, Tanushka, Olushka, and down prostitute Lera are awarded by the Kuybishevsky Department of the Investigative Committee of the Russian Federation with the articles of the criminal code 111, 116, 159, 167. Stinky is really stupid idiot, because with the complete ignorance he poisoned my dogs on Friday once again, closing them in the bathroom polluted by the specific substance of oxygene mustard gas - this crap is dark brown oily substance. But that's not all! After sending of the request to the Investigation Department to perform the search and criminalistics expertise over the area under the roof and above my flat, to identify the source of pollution with so called British mustard gas, the managing company of the house immediately started the "cleaning" in this area, and three days in the row these bastards - ils avez effectué un nettoyage général dans le grenier, qui s'est terminé par un retrait solennel - vous ne le croirez pas ! - une salle de bain en fonte du grenier.

The conclusion is simple: never, never, never tell slander about me motherfckers. Never, never, never even try to rewrite my property to somebody else by using the forged documents, sham court judgments, and other kind of falsification, and crimes. And never steal my documents, cars, belongings, and even don't try to poison me. With my genetics, I survived after the series of the acute mustard gas poisonings. And my two dogs as well. My children will inherit a natural reticence to the crap that was used against me for the purpose of murder. Thank you all very much.

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