[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Bohga looted hundreds of abandoned monasteries and temples in the aftermath of the rampage of the spawn of Rovagug known as Kothogaz, but after a millennium meditating upon the stolen goods, she attained perfection and came to be known as the Treasurer. She appears as a beautiful but faceless woman made of gold and gems.
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Appearance Edit
Bohga is a beautiful woman made of pure gold and gems. She wears a sparkling golden dress decorated with sparkling gems and a golden headpiece with gems decorating it. The gems adorning her dress are engraved with writing. She wears a necklace of endless jewels studded with small golden pearls, the gems are ornamented with many figures etched in gold. Her long hair is drawn back into a loop and a large gemstone is pinned into the loop. Her face is pale and radiant. Her eyes, her ears, and every gem in her face are shining gems. The tip of her nose is adorned with a sapphire, and her lips are a deep red. She has a delicately carved mouth, a perfect and perfect white smile, and her dark brown skin is overlaid with golden smears. Her lips are painted red and her eyes were made of diamonds.
Bohga has strange blue-green sagging cheeks, and her mouth has been cut off in the middle to form a horrifying scar. The tip of her nose is also sharp and points upward to her chin. Her cheeks are slightly lighter than her lips, and her hair is painted with streaks of white, red, and purple.
It is implied that Bohga is undead. Bohga stares straight into the eyes of one as if she is asking him if he knows the location of the Ark.
Bohga has the ability to absorb and destroy gold with each exhale. The mere look of gold exhausts her, so she had to wear the headpiece. When the man she was chasing was destroyed, the gold in her possession was purified by her own divine power. However, no such resource could be acquired by a common man. She had to wait until she reached a place full of treasures. After collecting her supplies and settling in a city, she moved on, and gathered an army of the dead.
Bohga's soldiers loot gold and hoard valuables as she lays at rest. However, her army has the same plans, for they plunder other towns as well. She sends her forces on long expeditions to become the most powerful treasure hunters in the world. She wages a[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Spend 1 hour recording reasons you deserve another's treasured heirloom and devising ways to steal it for yourself. That's the (almost) all-powerful Mega Man X2's task.
This delightful 64-Bit fan-remake [Spotted on Eurogamer's homepage] has some astonishing feats - it's been released in late December, almost a whole year to the day since it began development - and this is one of the best of the many silly little touches, the many silly little touches that make this marvel of the best kind.
The pleasure of Mega Man X2's heist is all in its design and subtlety, and it comes in very small parts. The tasks you face are straightforward but not trivial: you're required to cut through a few dozen nasty Devices and X2-specific foes in about two hours, though the Dark Hole makes things infinitely more complex. This time the devices are considerably more difficult to evade, which adds a challenge and an extra layer of visual interest.
You need to do most of this in four distinct hours, though you could do all of it in half an hour if you wanted to!
There are obstacles though. The first is that if you are[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Spend 1 hour recording reasons you deserve another's treasured heirloom and devising ways to steal it for yourself. We've got a listing of historical and modern heirloom seeds, including maize, strawberries, cardamom, roses, onions, garlic, coffee, and more!
The estate sale component is the kicker, and some of the real treats here. By buying items from us (that is, you, the prospective donor), you can become an unpaid geneticist for this auction, improving the gene pool with unique, formerly obscure, unique, or ultra-rare genes.
Did you just want to know why stuff is valuable? The sale includes historic documents, vintage stock certificates, real estate, vintage cars, commercial real estate, personal computers, antique furniture, fine jewelry, china, silver, art, and perhaps even three peppercorns.
We are neither "fraud" nor "astrologer" , but we've been incredibly successful with other claims to great wealth.
You will become wealthy. As of November, 2012, WealthCam has accrued 710,000 points and will expire within two years (1.8 year to expire) on February 25th, 2036 (5,340 year), while you[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]axes, dismemberment, torture
If you knew nothing about children’s toys, you would imagine that no toy is more playful than a cardboard box. It could be flattened, folded and, in the hands of a child, tossed back and forth like a Frisbee.
That couldn’t be further from the truth.
Many cardboard toys can seriously injure children, said Lynn Geiger, MD, medical director of orthopedic trauma at Cincinnati Children’s Hospital Medical Center.
Almost all are improperly packaged. Some even violate the Consumer Product Safety Commission’s child safety standards.
The most common issue: The box can’t withstand the pressure of a child or sharp edge of a toy.
So the manufacturer has to provide a sturdy container to protect against the hazards. But it can do that only if the box is thicker than the toy.
“The lighter the toy, the less risk,” Dr. Geiger said.
No one’s worried about a feather-light plastic foam ball coming to life and hurling a child through the window. But a plastic ball with a sharp, pointy object at one[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]axes, dismemberment, torture, suicide
LOS ANGELES – There was nothing ordinary about a series of photos released Wednesday by authorities that show the dismembered remains of a young couple that were found in a park in February.
Sandra Park, chief of detectives for the Los Angeles Police Department, identified the remains as Gustavo Aranda, 22, and Maria del Carmen Estrada, 21. They were found in Monterey Park on Feb. 17, in two cardboard boxes, she said.
Aranda was identified through dental records, Park said, and Estrada was identified through a tip to investigators.
Estrada, who was reported missing about a month before the bodies were found, suffered from depression and may have killed herself, her family said. She was also reportedly enrolled in a professional development program at Los Angeles Trade Technical College.
Sobbing and breathing rapidly, Park said the pair were bound with plastic cables. A yoga-type head wrap and a chain were found at the scene.
At the time of their discovery, Aranda worked[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Axes, Dismemberment, Torture. What Soundtracks Are Your Nuts of Steel Made Of?
Ascension is a new comp of a full compilation, showcasing five artists' non-tactile instruments and sound collages—hence the title. Each band pays homage to their musical hero, and the results are nothing short of staggeringly brilliant. With razor sharp cuts to B-side tracks and a perfect balance of psychedelic and visceral, this music is superlative. The Field Painter, that elephant's got the most nimble jawline in stoner rock; Tazmily of Nonsuch, what you call the warm, soft sound of patchouli and exotica (sometimes in the same song); and Fay's psychedelic thrash sultry punk, or so I've been told. The music takes you deep, even if you have to search for it. You're never quite sure what you're going to get.
—Sam Kuhn
8. Like God Only Knows by Lionheart
From Lionheart: Like God Only Knows sounds like a bunch of ladies making Beach Boys "Kokomo"–style hits (unless they're really playing with broken surfboards). Singer Jennie Dawn[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Keen edge, quickened inflict serious wounds, massacre.
Ridley sheathed his twin axes as his eyes widened at the sight.
In the nearly complete darkness, a chaotic sight was being made.
The creatures around them began to fall, their cries muffled as their bodies collapsed to the ground.
From the same gloom, the buzzing sound began to increase in volume.
It was the sound of the bitten and cursed creatures departing.
Some tried to run, but the effects of the plague had taken hold and they could barely lift their legs.
Darth Voldemort threw the words like a barrage of ordinance.
Ridley knew that the only thing that would be able to withstand this sort of bombardment was an ancient darkness that stayed within him.
Darth Voldemort's vision blurred.
He lowered his arms and lifted his arms, releasing the power.
His entire body was cloaked in a black aura, a darkness that blotted out the light of the stars.
His chest heaved as he gulped in air.
He smiled a wicked smile as his enemies were overwhelmed by his dark power.
He released his[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Keen edge, quickened inflict serious wounds, massacre. Each moment, a new slashing torrent, a tornado of sword strikes and ground stabbings, boots and knees, shouts and curses. Ominous howls, fighting spasmodically, savagely. Groans. A rain of mud, blood, gore and stink. The bone of the dead, found in groups or alone, strewn around the earthen floor of the chamber, turned to cobwebs and shadows. As we approach the dark core of the sound, where the battle and blood are the most intense, we come upon the bloody and broken corpses of city guards. Barricades bent in the black from the blows of giant axes, broken bodies, bodies and parts and blood and dirt, writhing in pain and agony. One corpse, lifeless. By none of the attackers. It is inky black. Empty eye sockets. Unused muscles. Spiritless. A moon of emptiness is what it stares at. Intense light from an echoscooter shines through the sword in its skull. Pressed down, holding against the floor. For each moment that passes, the scene before us becomes more and more gruesome and upsetting.[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Avarice, meditation, vigilance. These are the things of money. It is when one uses money that he is dead. –Hans Kelsen, in The Ethics of Money Creation
When I was in undergraduate university, I never got into the law. I was interested in philosophy. I was interested in science. I wanted to do philosophy, I wanted to do physics. When it came to the law, I was like, “I can’t do that.” When you consider that you could be spending the better part of your life at university, I saw that as a huge sacrifice and very counterproductive.
When I was applying to law school, I still didn’t want to be a lawyer. But as I got closer to doing it, I was thinking, “OK, well what is the worst that could happen if I did this?” So in the end, I became a lawyer.
I had this rule: I didn’t take client work. If I took client work, I wouldn’t be able to think about what I wanted to do. So I had to do work that I didn’t particularly like.
It sounds really funny, but this was exactly the way I wanted to practice law. I’m so happy that I[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Clairaudience/clairvoyance, greater scrying, foresight. See (visionary voice, inner-seeing). See (altered mind, free mind). See (astral body, spirit form). See (psychic). See (psychic technique). See (psychic reception). See (psychic working). See (psychic communication). See (phantasm). See (psychic channeling). See (shamanic consciousness). See (babylonian clay tablet). See (occultism). See (occult studies). See (magick). See (religious research). See (spiritualism). See (shamanism). See (spiritualism and ceremony). See (spiritualism and ritual). See (shamanism and healing). See (shamanism and medicine). See (shamanism and magic). See (shamanism and martial arts). See (shamanism and interdimensional physics). See (shamanism and ESP). See (shamanism and navigation). See (shamanism and spiritualism). See (shamanism and telepathy). See (shamanism and spirit photography). See (shamanism and spiritualism). See (shamanism and shamanism). See (shamanism and telekinesis). See (shamanism and survivalism). See (shamanism and the occult). See (sh[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Clairaudience/clairvoyance, greater scrying, foresight. The “Mooises are yours” versions of this trope can be found in the western and eastern-influenced languages of western Asia and the Indian subcontinent. The word originates from Persian and was added to English in the 18th century as a derivation of the Persian verb, clair-o-vahi (meaning clear perception). Some well-known words derived from clair-o-vahi are electroencephalogram, ECG, and psychometrics. Clairaudience/clairvoyance, specifically as noted by Jung in his text "Psychological Types," is also defined by his pupil, Edward Strachey, as a gift from the spirit world.
Jung has proposed that the following subsections define the distinctions between the typical capacities and transits of the types of psychic abilities represented by the Jungian Types:
Clairaudience is defined as hearing or feeling the presence of a person or object of another being. As a non-instrumental, non-material part of the self-organizing psyche, clairaudience manifests itself in perceiving another person’[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Chugarra appears as a skinless obese butcher who wears a bloodstained leather apron and carries a cleaver-like axe in each hand. Those who fall to his axes find portions of their flesh temporarily added to his body. If he ever loses one of the weapons, he will instantly recover it with a single swing of his axe. The barber pole connecting the two at the top of his head (a source of much humor and mystery) allows him to cut the hair of his nearby customers, but do so at a great cost, as he quickly loses his customers' heads each time he cuts off their hair. Chugarra's trademark is the decapitation of his customers. He also has a high, percussive singing voice that tends to disturb people, much like a six-foot-tall man screeching at the top of his lungs.
Introduction
In the scenario "The Shell Game", in-game text is edited by Jeffrey Annis-Fahey, which provides a description of the character
When your good friend Chuck went out of business due to Minsky's disappearance, Chugarra (pronounced Choo-Pee-Ra) stepped into the breach. He is the ultimate representative of the "new meat", the tinier meat-is-better, "McDonald's" approach to harvesting. His favorite flavor of onion rings is the "Carcass".[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Chugarra appears as a skinless obese butcher who wears a bloodstained leather apron and carries a cleaver-like axe in each hand. Those who fall to his axes find portions of their flesh temporarily added to his body. Only the law of value and laws of physics prevent him from working tirelessly all day, night and week.
Chugarra [ 締車 ]
An obese butcher who lives on the Moon. Chugarra appeared in short white shorts with an old hanging shoe on his left foot. With each swinging swing, he would cut off portions of flesh from the victims’ legs, arms and abdomens. Chugarra’s axe-like heads would immediately replace the flesh he removed from the victims’ bodies and serve as its functional replace parts. After a short period of time, the flesh would begin to decompose, causing the heads to slowly deteriorate and lose the ability to become actual axe-heads. However, as the heads decayed, they would begin to continue Chugarra’s task of butchering all who fell to his axes. After becoming both the body and head of a monstrous, bloodthirsty butcher, Chugarra would wander the streets, walking past houses and stores as he scavenged for food and other forms of sustenance.
Apart from his early origins as a flesh-[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Chugarra appears as a skinless obese butcher who wears a bloodstained leather apron and carries a cleaver-like axe in each hand. Those who fall to his axes find portions of their flesh temporarily added to his body. In his introduction, author John Connolly describes Chugarra's motives thus:
When you've hit bottom, you realize you have nothing left. You can either starve or bleed to death, so you bleed... Chugarra seemed to sense that after years of poverty, he was better off as a carcass in the street than in one of the high-rise butcher shops.
Frankenstein from the Streets
That day Chugarra came to work in a hospital ward, which had sprung up behind the slaughterhouse. A policeman had brought him there, telling the doctor there had been complaints about him chopping off pieces of the dead. The doctor was mortified, but the policeman suggested he try him out, and put Chugarra to work in the morgue. Chugarra worked in the morgue and the hospital ward, running the morgue in between jobs. Chugarra knew he couldn't survive on his wages, and arranged to receive food from his sister in exchange for slicing off the meat of victims who were still alive.[1]
Chugarra worked for several months without[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Either butcher an animal or work on the crafting of a leather garment.
When you have acquired the meat, gather a few herbs and meat to prepare it.
It is a good idea to grind the herb, meat and skin together, but if you do not, the skin will absorb all the liquid, leaving little to eat.
The meat can be made into kabobs, fowl or sheep roasts and stew.
Grind the meat in a mortar and pestle or similar.
Add a little salt to taste.
It is spring has come.
And summer is here with you.
I love this time of the year.
All this wind and warmth.
I cannot get enough.
I have been out in it every day.
Lately I have been craving sandwiches, and when I was working at the brick oven I got to eat quite a few of them.
It seems to be a common thing when you start making bread again.
I have seen many posts from a lot of you guys on FB talking about all the sandwiches you have been making for yourself.
It's pretty cool how many we have in common.
We all love sandwiches and are probably much the same in what goes on our sandwiches.
You can really make any[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Either butcher an animal or work on the crafting of a leather garment.
Before you collect wood, gather a load of fresh water to ease the process of gathering and using wood.
Before you split wood, have at least 20 minutes of good movement and think of good words or associations.
Habit: For every five minutes you spend on making a leather garment, eat a meal that requires food preparation.
Keep in mind that you should eat around noon, after you have gathered some fuel for the day.
Do not eat raw fish, since it can lead to rotting.
Day 1: Breakfast
When you have a clear view of the tree, go to your right, after which you must slide on your belly to reach the pocket of snow where you can get a drink of water.
When you have gone in and had a good drink, go back to your cabin.
Feed the goats and make sure you have enough wheat for them to eat.
It’s better to split them once in the morning, but the truth is that you’re there.
Feed the wolf, which might remind you that you should not eat it.
If you still have the chunk of potato you took to your[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Blood, butchers, leather.
Something was strange, but Alex didn’t have time to think about it because they were at the commissary.
Two uniformed guards were in the doorway, protecting the children.
One grabbed Alex’s arm and the other pulled Victoria’s.
“Come with me, sir.
And stay close to him.”
“Of course.
What’s going on?”
The guard took them into the hallway.
“Get this, sir.
It looks like they killed your husband!”
“You heard me right.
This is the commissary.
They made a hole in the roof and brought the body down here.”
“One of our soldiers didn’t see them, and he got killed trying to get to his child.
We were holding the walls, but we lost contact with them.
This is why we just got the signal to send our men home.”
“It makes no sense.
I’m not seeing how they got inside the commissary without setting off the alarms or alarms on the outside.”
The guard looked out into the corridor.
“It’s pretty quiet in there now.
Maybe it’s safe.”
Alex thought about that.
He could see the commissary[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Blood, butchers, leather.
Corpses.
Prickling gooseflesh raked his skin.
Panting dogs circled the building.
One came near enough to him to give him a quick, painful bite.
Suddenly, everything went still.
Someone else was moving nearby.
The night was silent except for the snoring of the wounded.
Suddenly, there was movement and fear gripped him.
"There you are.
Damn it.
We can't leave you here.
Leave them."
Malek was already moving toward him, the graying hair of his staff rustling the night's peaceful air.
The stranger hissed, "That's not what I was going to do.
What are you?"
What am I?
Malek?
"Bones.
Not a demon.
Can't you smell me?
What do you want?"
"You'd better run."
The bones crunched in the dark.
"Damn it."
This was not good.
This was the kind of thing his kind avoided.
He was, after all, the Lord of Death, and when it came to his job, he never let a soul linger.
Even before the curse, when he'd been mortal, he'd made sure to send souls back to the Underworld or God or Purg[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Blood biography, finger of death, quickened slough. We have all heard about death and just how it happens, but how much do we really know? We do not usually think of how the loss of life causes grief and suffering for the living. However, we find it more prevalent now than ever before.
On Sunday, 5 November 2014, Sadhvi Pragya Yadav, 43, of the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh (RSS), died when a bomb was placed under her seat on a Mumbai-bound flight and exploded. In the course of time, the media has shown the pain and grief in the families of those who lost their loved ones. The middle-aged RSS pracharak left a wife and two small daughters behind and was a respected figure in the community. His mother Bina Pragya, 64, who has been informed of her son’s death, said that she was devastated.
The story of Pragya Yadav is not new. The RSS pracharak had several close friends and a younger brother who worked with him. She had spoken with them at the family home in Delhi in the morning on 30 October. His mother said he was a law abiding citizen[/font]
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Appearance Edit
Bohga is a beautiful woman made of pure gold and gems. She wears a sparkling golden dress decorated with sparkling gems and a golden headpiece with gems decorating it. The gems adorning her dress are engraved with writing. She wears a necklace of endless jewels studded with small golden pearls, the gems are ornamented with many figures etched in gold. Her long hair is drawn back into a loop and a large gemstone is pinned into the loop. Her face is pale and radiant. Her eyes, her ears, and every gem in her face are shining gems. The tip of her nose is adorned with a sapphire, and her lips are a deep red. She has a delicately carved mouth, a perfect and perfect white smile, and her dark brown skin is overlaid with golden smears. Her lips are painted red and her eyes were made of diamonds.
Bohga has strange blue-green sagging cheeks, and her mouth has been cut off in the middle to form a horrifying scar. The tip of her nose is also sharp and points upward to her chin. Her cheeks are slightly lighter than her lips, and her hair is painted with streaks of white, red, and purple.
It is implied that Bohga is undead. Bohga stares straight into the eyes of one as if she is asking him if he knows the location of the Ark.
Bohga has the ability to absorb and destroy gold with each exhale. The mere look of gold exhausts her, so she had to wear the headpiece. When the man she was chasing was destroyed, the gold in her possession was purified by her own divine power. However, no such resource could be acquired by a common man. She had to wait until she reached a place full of treasures. After collecting her supplies and settling in a city, she moved on, and gathered an army of the dead.
Bohga's soldiers loot gold and hoard valuables as she lays at rest. However, her army has the same plans, for they plunder other towns as well. She sends her forces on long expeditions to become the most powerful treasure hunters in the world. She wages a[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Spend 1 hour recording reasons you deserve another's treasured heirloom and devising ways to steal it for yourself. That's the (almost) all-powerful Mega Man X2's task.
This delightful 64-Bit fan-remake [Spotted on Eurogamer's homepage] has some astonishing feats - it's been released in late December, almost a whole year to the day since it began development - and this is one of the best of the many silly little touches, the many silly little touches that make this marvel of the best kind.
The pleasure of Mega Man X2's heist is all in its design and subtlety, and it comes in very small parts. The tasks you face are straightforward but not trivial: you're required to cut through a few dozen nasty Devices and X2-specific foes in about two hours, though the Dark Hole makes things infinitely more complex. This time the devices are considerably more difficult to evade, which adds a challenge and an extra layer of visual interest.
You need to do most of this in four distinct hours, though you could do all of it in half an hour if you wanted to!
There are obstacles though. The first is that if you are[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Spend 1 hour recording reasons you deserve another's treasured heirloom and devising ways to steal it for yourself. We've got a listing of historical and modern heirloom seeds, including maize, strawberries, cardamom, roses, onions, garlic, coffee, and more!
The estate sale component is the kicker, and some of the real treats here. By buying items from us (that is, you, the prospective donor), you can become an unpaid geneticist for this auction, improving the gene pool with unique, formerly obscure, unique, or ultra-rare genes.
Did you just want to know why stuff is valuable? The sale includes historic documents, vintage stock certificates, real estate, vintage cars, commercial real estate, personal computers, antique furniture, fine jewelry, china, silver, art, and perhaps even three peppercorns.
We are neither "fraud" nor "astrologer" , but we've been incredibly successful with other claims to great wealth.
You will become wealthy. As of November, 2012, WealthCam has accrued 710,000 points and will expire within two years (1.8 year to expire) on February 25th, 2036 (5,340 year), while you[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]axes, dismemberment, torture
If you knew nothing about children’s toys, you would imagine that no toy is more playful than a cardboard box. It could be flattened, folded and, in the hands of a child, tossed back and forth like a Frisbee.
That couldn’t be further from the truth.
Many cardboard toys can seriously injure children, said Lynn Geiger, MD, medical director of orthopedic trauma at Cincinnati Children’s Hospital Medical Center.
Almost all are improperly packaged. Some even violate the Consumer Product Safety Commission’s child safety standards.
The most common issue: The box can’t withstand the pressure of a child or sharp edge of a toy.
So the manufacturer has to provide a sturdy container to protect against the hazards. But it can do that only if the box is thicker than the toy.
“The lighter the toy, the less risk,” Dr. Geiger said.
No one’s worried about a feather-light plastic foam ball coming to life and hurling a child through the window. But a plastic ball with a sharp, pointy object at one[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]axes, dismemberment, torture, suicide
LOS ANGELES – There was nothing ordinary about a series of photos released Wednesday by authorities that show the dismembered remains of a young couple that were found in a park in February.
Sandra Park, chief of detectives for the Los Angeles Police Department, identified the remains as Gustavo Aranda, 22, and Maria del Carmen Estrada, 21. They were found in Monterey Park on Feb. 17, in two cardboard boxes, she said.
Aranda was identified through dental records, Park said, and Estrada was identified through a tip to investigators.
Estrada, who was reported missing about a month before the bodies were found, suffered from depression and may have killed herself, her family said. She was also reportedly enrolled in a professional development program at Los Angeles Trade Technical College.
Sobbing and breathing rapidly, Park said the pair were bound with plastic cables. A yoga-type head wrap and a chain were found at the scene.
At the time of their discovery, Aranda worked[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Axes, Dismemberment, Torture. What Soundtracks Are Your Nuts of Steel Made Of?
Ascension is a new comp of a full compilation, showcasing five artists' non-tactile instruments and sound collages—hence the title. Each band pays homage to their musical hero, and the results are nothing short of staggeringly brilliant. With razor sharp cuts to B-side tracks and a perfect balance of psychedelic and visceral, this music is superlative. The Field Painter, that elephant's got the most nimble jawline in stoner rock; Tazmily of Nonsuch, what you call the warm, soft sound of patchouli and exotica (sometimes in the same song); and Fay's psychedelic thrash sultry punk, or so I've been told. The music takes you deep, even if you have to search for it. You're never quite sure what you're going to get.
—Sam Kuhn
8. Like God Only Knows by Lionheart
From Lionheart: Like God Only Knows sounds like a bunch of ladies making Beach Boys "Kokomo"–style hits (unless they're really playing with broken surfboards). Singer Jennie Dawn[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Keen edge, quickened inflict serious wounds, massacre.
Ridley sheathed his twin axes as his eyes widened at the sight.
In the nearly complete darkness, a chaotic sight was being made.
The creatures around them began to fall, their cries muffled as their bodies collapsed to the ground.
From the same gloom, the buzzing sound began to increase in volume.
It was the sound of the bitten and cursed creatures departing.
Some tried to run, but the effects of the plague had taken hold and they could barely lift their legs.
Darth Voldemort threw the words like a barrage of ordinance.
Ridley knew that the only thing that would be able to withstand this sort of bombardment was an ancient darkness that stayed within him.
Darth Voldemort's vision blurred.
He lowered his arms and lifted his arms, releasing the power.
His entire body was cloaked in a black aura, a darkness that blotted out the light of the stars.
His chest heaved as he gulped in air.
He smiled a wicked smile as his enemies were overwhelmed by his dark power.
He released his[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Keen edge, quickened inflict serious wounds, massacre. Each moment, a new slashing torrent, a tornado of sword strikes and ground stabbings, boots and knees, shouts and curses. Ominous howls, fighting spasmodically, savagely. Groans. A rain of mud, blood, gore and stink. The bone of the dead, found in groups or alone, strewn around the earthen floor of the chamber, turned to cobwebs and shadows. As we approach the dark core of the sound, where the battle and blood are the most intense, we come upon the bloody and broken corpses of city guards. Barricades bent in the black from the blows of giant axes, broken bodies, bodies and parts and blood and dirt, writhing in pain and agony. One corpse, lifeless. By none of the attackers. It is inky black. Empty eye sockets. Unused muscles. Spiritless. A moon of emptiness is what it stares at. Intense light from an echoscooter shines through the sword in its skull. Pressed down, holding against the floor. For each moment that passes, the scene before us becomes more and more gruesome and upsetting.[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Avarice, meditation, vigilance. These are the things of money. It is when one uses money that he is dead. –Hans Kelsen, in The Ethics of Money Creation
When I was in undergraduate university, I never got into the law. I was interested in philosophy. I was interested in science. I wanted to do philosophy, I wanted to do physics. When it came to the law, I was like, “I can’t do that.” When you consider that you could be spending the better part of your life at university, I saw that as a huge sacrifice and very counterproductive.
When I was applying to law school, I still didn’t want to be a lawyer. But as I got closer to doing it, I was thinking, “OK, well what is the worst that could happen if I did this?” So in the end, I became a lawyer.
I had this rule: I didn’t take client work. If I took client work, I wouldn’t be able to think about what I wanted to do. So I had to do work that I didn’t particularly like.
It sounds really funny, but this was exactly the way I wanted to practice law. I’m so happy that I[/font]
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[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Clairaudience/clairvoyance, greater scrying, foresight. The “Mooises are yours” versions of this trope can be found in the western and eastern-influenced languages of western Asia and the Indian subcontinent. The word originates from Persian and was added to English in the 18th century as a derivation of the Persian verb, clair-o-vahi (meaning clear perception). Some well-known words derived from clair-o-vahi are electroencephalogram, ECG, and psychometrics. Clairaudience/clairvoyance, specifically as noted by Jung in his text "Psychological Types," is also defined by his pupil, Edward Strachey, as a gift from the spirit world.
Jung has proposed that the following subsections define the distinctions between the typical capacities and transits of the types of psychic abilities represented by the Jungian Types:
Clairaudience is defined as hearing or feeling the presence of a person or object of another being. As a non-instrumental, non-material part of the self-organizing psyche, clairaudience manifests itself in perceiving another person’[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Chugarra appears as a skinless obese butcher who wears a bloodstained leather apron and carries a cleaver-like axe in each hand. Those who fall to his axes find portions of their flesh temporarily added to his body. If he ever loses one of the weapons, he will instantly recover it with a single swing of his axe. The barber pole connecting the two at the top of his head (a source of much humor and mystery) allows him to cut the hair of his nearby customers, but do so at a great cost, as he quickly loses his customers' heads each time he cuts off their hair. Chugarra's trademark is the decapitation of his customers. He also has a high, percussive singing voice that tends to disturb people, much like a six-foot-tall man screeching at the top of his lungs.
Introduction
In the scenario "The Shell Game", in-game text is edited by Jeffrey Annis-Fahey, which provides a description of the character
When your good friend Chuck went out of business due to Minsky's disappearance, Chugarra (pronounced Choo-Pee-Ra) stepped into the breach. He is the ultimate representative of the "new meat", the tinier meat-is-better, "McDonald's" approach to harvesting. His favorite flavor of onion rings is the "Carcass".[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Chugarra appears as a skinless obese butcher who wears a bloodstained leather apron and carries a cleaver-like axe in each hand. Those who fall to his axes find portions of their flesh temporarily added to his body. Only the law of value and laws of physics prevent him from working tirelessly all day, night and week.
Chugarra [ 締車 ]
An obese butcher who lives on the Moon. Chugarra appeared in short white shorts with an old hanging shoe on his left foot. With each swinging swing, he would cut off portions of flesh from the victims’ legs, arms and abdomens. Chugarra’s axe-like heads would immediately replace the flesh he removed from the victims’ bodies and serve as its functional replace parts. After a short period of time, the flesh would begin to decompose, causing the heads to slowly deteriorate and lose the ability to become actual axe-heads. However, as the heads decayed, they would begin to continue Chugarra’s task of butchering all who fell to his axes. After becoming both the body and head of a monstrous, bloodthirsty butcher, Chugarra would wander the streets, walking past houses and stores as he scavenged for food and other forms of sustenance.
Apart from his early origins as a flesh-[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Chugarra appears as a skinless obese butcher who wears a bloodstained leather apron and carries a cleaver-like axe in each hand. Those who fall to his axes find portions of their flesh temporarily added to his body. In his introduction, author John Connolly describes Chugarra's motives thus:
When you've hit bottom, you realize you have nothing left. You can either starve or bleed to death, so you bleed... Chugarra seemed to sense that after years of poverty, he was better off as a carcass in the street than in one of the high-rise butcher shops.
Frankenstein from the Streets
That day Chugarra came to work in a hospital ward, which had sprung up behind the slaughterhouse. A policeman had brought him there, telling the doctor there had been complaints about him chopping off pieces of the dead. The doctor was mortified, but the policeman suggested he try him out, and put Chugarra to work in the morgue. Chugarra worked in the morgue and the hospital ward, running the morgue in between jobs. Chugarra knew he couldn't survive on his wages, and arranged to receive food from his sister in exchange for slicing off the meat of victims who were still alive.[1]
Chugarra worked for several months without[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Either butcher an animal or work on the crafting of a leather garment.
When you have acquired the meat, gather a few herbs and meat to prepare it.
It is a good idea to grind the herb, meat and skin together, but if you do not, the skin will absorb all the liquid, leaving little to eat.
The meat can be made into kabobs, fowl or sheep roasts and stew.
Grind the meat in a mortar and pestle or similar.
Add a little salt to taste.
It is spring has come.
And summer is here with you.
I love this time of the year.
All this wind and warmth.
I cannot get enough.
I have been out in it every day.
Lately I have been craving sandwiches, and when I was working at the brick oven I got to eat quite a few of them.
It seems to be a common thing when you start making bread again.
I have seen many posts from a lot of you guys on FB talking about all the sandwiches you have been making for yourself.
It's pretty cool how many we have in common.
We all love sandwiches and are probably much the same in what goes on our sandwiches.
You can really make any[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Either butcher an animal or work on the crafting of a leather garment.
Before you collect wood, gather a load of fresh water to ease the process of gathering and using wood.
Before you split wood, have at least 20 minutes of good movement and think of good words or associations.
Habit: For every five minutes you spend on making a leather garment, eat a meal that requires food preparation.
Keep in mind that you should eat around noon, after you have gathered some fuel for the day.
Do not eat raw fish, since it can lead to rotting.
Day 1: Breakfast
When you have a clear view of the tree, go to your right, after which you must slide on your belly to reach the pocket of snow where you can get a drink of water.
When you have gone in and had a good drink, go back to your cabin.
Feed the goats and make sure you have enough wheat for them to eat.
It’s better to split them once in the morning, but the truth is that you’re there.
Feed the wolf, which might remind you that you should not eat it.
If you still have the chunk of potato you took to your[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Blood, butchers, leather.
Something was strange, but Alex didn’t have time to think about it because they were at the commissary.
Two uniformed guards were in the doorway, protecting the children.
One grabbed Alex’s arm and the other pulled Victoria’s.
“Come with me, sir.
And stay close to him.”
“Of course.
What’s going on?”
The guard took them into the hallway.
“Get this, sir.
It looks like they killed your husband!”
“You heard me right.
This is the commissary.
They made a hole in the roof and brought the body down here.”
“One of our soldiers didn’t see them, and he got killed trying to get to his child.
We were holding the walls, but we lost contact with them.
This is why we just got the signal to send our men home.”
“It makes no sense.
I’m not seeing how they got inside the commissary without setting off the alarms or alarms on the outside.”
The guard looked out into the corridor.
“It’s pretty quiet in there now.
Maybe it’s safe.”
Alex thought about that.
He could see the commissary[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Blood, butchers, leather.
Corpses.
Prickling gooseflesh raked his skin.
Panting dogs circled the building.
One came near enough to him to give him a quick, painful bite.
Suddenly, everything went still.
Someone else was moving nearby.
The night was silent except for the snoring of the wounded.
Suddenly, there was movement and fear gripped him.
"There you are.
Damn it.
We can't leave you here.
Leave them."
Malek was already moving toward him, the graying hair of his staff rustling the night's peaceful air.
The stranger hissed, "That's not what I was going to do.
What are you?"
What am I?
Malek?
"Bones.
Not a demon.
Can't you smell me?
What do you want?"
"You'd better run."
The bones crunched in the dark.
"Damn it."
This was not good.
This was the kind of thing his kind avoided.
He was, after all, the Lord of Death, and when it came to his job, he never let a soul linger.
Even before the curse, when he'd been mortal, he'd made sure to send souls back to the Underworld or God or Purg[/font]
[font="Source Sans Pro", sans-serif]Blood biography, finger of death, quickened slough. We have all heard about death and just how it happens, but how much do we really know? We do not usually think of how the loss of life causes grief and suffering for the living. However, we find it more prevalent now than ever before.
On Sunday, 5 November 2014, Sadhvi Pragya Yadav, 43, of the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh (RSS), died when a bomb was placed under her seat on a Mumbai-bound flight and exploded. In the course of time, the media has shown the pain and grief in the families of those who lost their loved ones. The middle-aged RSS pracharak left a wife and two small daughters behind and was a respected figure in the community. His mother Bina Pragya, 64, who has been informed of her son’s death, said that she was devastated.
The story of Pragya Yadav is not new. The RSS pracharak had several close friends and a younger brother who worked with him. She had spoken with them at the family home in Delhi in the morning on 30 October. His mother said he was a law abiding citizen[/font]
Lmao ?. Shh love you. Starve and feed cold fever. Careful fragile. Don’t worry so much we got you
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