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I really would like to get this MOD to work as I'm needing it in Map Editor to finish building my Home City (Hobart, Tasmania).
I've managed to do everything else to build the city but creating the roads using cimtographer - rebuilder for 1.10.1-f3 keeps failing as continues to only build the roads in the vanilla tiles of Cities Skylines.

Any help would be appreciated. Also if anyone is good at Asset building and would like the challenge of creating Tasman Bridge, Wrest Point Casino, and many other iconic Hobart buildings it would be great!
Hobart is struggling with Traffic congestion during peak hours and I've heard of city's have been seeking almost exact examples on Cities Skylines to look and get an idea of how things could be fixed.
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[Race Report] Point to Pinnacle (Half marathon in Hobart, Australia)

Race information
What? Point to Pinnacle
When? November 19th, 2017
How far? 21.1 km with 1,270 m elevation
Where? Hobart, Tasmania, Australia
Website: http://www.pointtopinnacle.com.au/
Goal Description Completed?
A Finish the race Yes.
B Finish in 2 hours 30 mins Not quite.
I started running in the second half of 2016, and this was my first half marathon, so I was quite excited!
I steadily worked up to doing 21 on the flat by about August.
In the last month or so, I did 2 runs, on 60% and 80% of the course. Unfortunately my intent to run the whole course before the race was stymied by getting a cold a couple of weeks ago. Fortunately, I was able to recover.
Had a lot of wholesome food in the week before it. The day before included big bowls of fried rice with veggies, peanuts, buttered crumpets, a couple of bananas and a few glasses of milk. Up at 6 and had another banana, and walked 3km to the start.
The big challenge with this race is the unrelenting elevation. It's from Wrest Point Casino to the summit of Mount Wellington, which is 1,270 m (4166 ft). The Casino is the tallish white building just to the right of the person in this pic:
My heart rate really didn't go up a lot, because I was deliberately keeping my pace low to maximise running as much as I could before I had to start walking, and I made sure to stretch well afterwards. Consequently, I'm feeling pretty good today!
I was able to maintain a consistent 6:20/km pace for the first half of the race and the last 4 km were very tough, and I probably walked about a 1/3 of that. This was more or less what I expected, but I was still very pleased with my result.
Target time was 2:30, and I was within 5 minutes of that.
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OBLIGATORY FILLER MATERIAL – Just take a hard left at Daeseong-dong…11

That being handled, I leave a wakeup call for 0430 as I want a shower and a couple shower-sunrisers before we leave. It takes me about 10 minutes to pack. I call home to let Es know what’s going on. She’s not in, so I leave a message. Same for my friends Rack and Ruin of the Agency. They’re thrilled so far with my reports.
The security forces here are absolutely going to freak if they reverse-review my phone records once we leave.
Covert? Schmovert. I’m too old for playing such games.
The next morning, after a sudsy shower and a couple of vodka-infused shower-beers; I’m in the lobby with all my kit, checked-out, and waiting on the tour leader. My passport was stamp-stamp-stampity-stamped here at the hotel, which I thought was weird, but after spending time in this here country, not all that unusual.
At 0545 on the dime, the tour bus pulls into the lot. Without a word, bellhops grab near all my kit and escort it out to the waiting bus.
After tipping each extravagantly, I fire up a huge cigar, and wander around outside, loitering by the bus. I see members of my team at the front desk, checking out. Everything’s been paid for already, they just have to sign documents that they’re not secreting hotel towels or televisions or errant nationals in their luggage.
It’s a weird country.
I see them loading box breakfasts for us as well as box lunches on the bus.
Hell, they’re actually doing ‘field trip’ correctly.
If the bus us fueled up, we can go for days at this rate. There are several coolers bearing the hotel’s brand and I sidle over to see what they’re carrying.
Case after case of iced-down beer and a couple of cases of various high-octane potables; and over there? A couple of boxes of mixers…ah, soda…pop…carbonated citrusy goodness.
“OK”, I sigh, “All is as it should be. Now the field excursion may begin.”
My teammates filter outside as does their luggage. I suggest they get out and keep what is necessary for preliminary outcrop excursions; such as a backpack or knapsack, hammer, acid bottles, field notebooks, Brunton compass, lighters, cameras, personal tobacco products, and the like in the bus. That way, we don’t have to go tearing through all the luggage at every stop.
I pull out a bundle of 100 Hubco™ large geological dual-sample bags. That’s right: ‘dual’ sample…
I distribute these to everyone on the team. I ask that they devise their own numbering system and make absolutely certain I have a copy of it when we’re done. I’ll be correlating and curating all the samples when we get back to the world.
I ask that a cooler of drinks are left on board the bus, rather than in the hold. It’s humid, sticky, and muggy today. We must expend valiant effort in remaining hydrated and this will help.
Luckily, the bus has on-board lavatory facilities.
We are seated on the bus, my 10 collective team members, myself, our 4 ‘guides’, ‘Yuk’, ‘No’, ‘Man’, and ‘Kong’; our driver, relief driver, one incredibly shy national geologist, Myung-Dae Soo, and four of the shiny suit clan.
The hotel wheels out a large cart laden with pastries and a huge coffee urn. A bit of a “Bon Voyage” from the casino and bar crowd, as they put this together for us when they heard we were leaving.
“Hey. That’s really nice of them.” Dax notes.
Dax handed over our raw “elevator waiting” funds as we didn’t have time to run it through the casino-machine before we left. We donated over 75,000 won to our friends at the bar, casino, and massage parlor. The ones delivering our going away present assured us it would be divided equitably.
“It best be”, I laughed, “You never know when one of us might be back!”
There was a collective horrified look on their faces for the merest moments. Then they all laughed and said that they hoped we would return someday soon.
“Nice folks”, I thought, “Stupid as shit country, but nice folks.”
We had all separately left tips for the room maids, bellmen, and matrons back before we checked-out.
There was a flurry of handshaking and goodbyes. Not a bad hotel experience here in the so-called land of Best Korea.
Serious dark coffee was passed out amongst the riders, but Ivan, myself, and Dax were already giving one of my emergency flasks a workout.
Ivan smiled and said: “We drink our coffee the Russian way. That is to say we had vodka before it and vodka afterward. HA!”
Ivan and I are cut from the same bolt.
Faux-doughnuts, pseudo-bear claws and fake-long johns all distributed; the bus is fired up, and rumbling. We are exhorted to watch our drinks as we pull away from the hotel and into the wilds of Northern Korea.
I’m humming away:

On the road again -Just can't wait to get on the road again,
The life I love is bashing rocks in the field with my friends.
And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again.
Goin' places that we've never been,
Seein' things that we may never see again…
“Rock?”, Dax inquires.
“Yes?” I reply.
“Do please shut up.”
“Music hater”, I muse and comply.
We’re rolling down the highway, as it were, headed generally north. We all have cameras of one kind or another; and rather than relieve us of them, they quietly and without much fuss, slowly darken the windows.
They claim it’s to keep the sun out and temperatures down, but just before things go all black, we’re seeing sights and scenes of the true North Korea. They’re trying to keep us from seeing that en route to the outcrops.
This new bus has some sort of electronic tint-control gizmo for the windows. However, if one has a pair of polarizing sunglasses, as all good field geologists do, you see right past that and can view the passing scenery unencumbered.
I return from a quick beer-recycling loo trip and am amused to see 10 Western scientists, sitting in a blacked-out bus, all wearing polarizing sunglasses.
It was just the surreal note this trip needed as we left the confines of the capital city.
We traveled north, and the empties pile began to grow. We had a few trash bags we had liberated from the hotel, but the shiny suits were very insistent that every empty can, bottle, and bag, yes they had beer in bags…had to be repatriated to a box in the far back of the bus.
Evidently, they either were paid a bounty on each container or were accountable for each vessel. They were soon to realize just the capacity for drink that a group of 11 seasoned very Senior Field Geologists, and one stowaway geologist-in-training can amass.
As we ply our way northward, we see the agricultural side of North Korea. The contrast between rural areas and the capital was striking. There were miles of rice paddies being harvested by people with sickles in their hands. And no cars on the highway. It was most destabilizing for this Westerner.
I think we saw a maximum of three tractors, as most of the work was done with ox power, there was very little evidence of rural electrification. Oh, hold on. We saw many more tractors, I should correct that: we saw three running and not rusted into oblivion tractors.
The farmers we see are using equipment that is quite literally medieval - single-share plows pulled by large, cranky bovines; sweeping sickles to bring in the harvest, and twin-engine, bilateral, botanical-fired ox-carts to transport it. It’s hard to believe that this third-world level of poverty exists in the same country that’s capable of building rockets, nuclear weapons, and tall, well-appointed hotels.
But when we stop at a motorway service station for fuel - a bizarre alien spaceship-like building squatting over the empty carriageways - we do encounter a jangmadang, or semi-official market. Here they are selling cans of knock-off Vietnamese Red Bull and Malaysian-made King Cobra™ Cola.
It reminds me of Russia right after the wall fell. Off the Trans-Siberian Railway in Krasnoyarsk, the Gateway to Eastern Siberia. You can buy Chinese hams, Chinese sodas, Chinese knock-off liquor, and those bloody delicious little bullets of Vitamin-C, Chinese mandarins.
Here, it’s similar. You can get most anything you desire, except it isn’t of Korean manufacture. That stuff is even too shitty to pawn off on tourists.
Instead, it’s knock-off Malaysian, Chinese, or Indonesian beer, wine, or soft drinks.
“Tiger-brand energy drink. Now with 40% more real tiger.” Here? I believe them.
Vodka from everywhere not known for its vodka distilling prowess. Rural hotel shops sell nastily stale crisps, gummy gummies, filling-ripping ‘chewy’ taffy or caramel, and biscuits with a severely limited choice. Rural hotels do not have full electricity so beer is warm and often tossed on the table, waiting for tourists to arrive - as is the food. We were warned to be prepared for cold rice, cold fish, cold potato – and plenty of kimchi and tofu.
Back on the road again, we’re passing small burgs that are not on any of our maps; even the ones we traded for back in the hotel that are specially marked: “For Internal Use ONLY!”.
They were amazingly the same. Clean. Bright. Uncluttered. And attended by cadres of prim, uniform-clad, though non-military people. They were all doing a day’s work keeping everything neat and clean.
There were no cars, trucks, forklifts…only rickshaws and ox-carts. However every one of these ‘towns’ were identical, and exactly, as Ivan pointed out, ‘X’ number of minutes apart.
“Watch! Is so!”, Ivan said. We passed one of these villages, and exactly 3 minutes later, an exact copy. Three minutes later? Another one. 3 more minutes? Xerox-city.
“What the fuck?” Dax asked.
“Potemkin village.” Comrade Dr. Academician Ivan replied.
A Potemkin village is any construction, literal or figurative, whose sole purpose is to provide an external façade to a country which is faring poorly. It is for making people believe that the country is faring better, although statistics and data would suggest otherwise.
“Russia pioneered the process,” Ivan noted with no small amount of pride. “During Cold War with West, entire cities were built, moved, raised, and razed. Ever hear of Krasnoyarsk-25? Atomic Research City? Supposed place of weapons study and manufacture. Huge ‘accident’. Entire city demolished, total populace relocated supposedly, after massive nuclear calamity.”
“Is that true? Cliff asks.
“No. Not at all.” Ivan smiles, “Deliberate misinformation. At least for K-25. It was diversion for actual towns where accidents; nuclear, biological, or worse, had happened. West so concerned about K-25 because it was big, near big capital city of Krasnoyarsk and suitably located out in the taiga. Easy to spot, easy to watch. Kept Western satellites busy while real towns of I-33, U-10, and AR-13 out in the forest were quietly demolished and people relocated or mass buried after some horrible, horrible accidents...”
“You think it’s the same here?” I asked Ivan.
“No, Dr. Rock”, Ivan smiled, and helped himself to my freshly constructed, but untouched, Yorshch, “This is all fake and bluster. Make West think everything is all A-OK, is that right idiom?”
“Yep.” I reply, “Precisely.”
“Make West believe all is OK and green”, as he winks at me, “And bustling and growing. Cover up what is real case here. We all see it and we see right through. Shoddy even for Asians.”
We all had to snicker and smirk as the shiny suit squad, who sat up at the front of the bus, and were not supposed to be listening; reacted like every cell in their bodies were just hit with a drop of pure lemon juice.
“Comrade Dr. Academician. Decorum, please.” I snickered.
“Oh, fuck them!”, Ivan replied, “I am old Russian. They try and pull burlap over my eyes? St. Petersburg? Moscow? Krasnoyarsk.? I’ve been there, seen them. They think this display of tawdriness…Even goofy American and Canadian can see the fakes they are. Britisher? I’m not so sure…”
“Damn, Doctor., I said to Ivan, “You’re just making friends all over the planet today.”
We all knew it was in jest; but the shiny suit squad certainly had their feathers ruffled and either didn’t care or wanted us to know we were under their observation.
“Fuck them twice”, Ivan said, “Ask them for bottle opener. I’m too lazy to search for my field jackknife.”
I hand him my pocket Leatherman and he pries the top of another bottle of ‘Budveiser’ beer.
“They can’t even make fake the name correctly”, he smirks and drains the bottle.
‘Town’ after ‘town’ and even that parade gets uninteresting. We’re headed north and finally come to a crossroads.
The bus driver, who must be a regular paranoid-maniac because he actually stopped to look for oncoming traffic, which we have seen precisely none since leaving the capital city, made a hard right. We’re heading back and up into the hills, leaving the bright lights of the big city far behind.
After an hour or so of driving, we pull off to the left-hand side of the road.
“Rock, Ivan, Cliff…holy shit, look at this!” Dax was uncharacteristically excited.
It was an open field that leads to a series of low outcrops of polychromatic, obviously sedimentary rocks. Magentas, greens, purples, rust-reds, browns, blacks, olive greens…holy shit. A real sedimentary pile.
We filed out of the bus with our field gear. The shiny suit squad started in with a bullhorn.
“You will wait for tour guides!”
“You will listen to group leaders!”
“You will not stray from the designated paths set up…”
No one heard them as the group of 11 remaining Western geoscientists were already across the highway and hieing for the exposures like outcrop-seeking multiple-warhead re-entry vehicles.
“You must wait!” we heard from exasperated voices back at the bus. “You must stop!”
“You must piss off!” Cliff said, “This is what we’ve been waiting over two weeks to see!”
“They are very angry with us”, Myung-dae the young Korean geologist said. “I find that just too bad.”
“And you are?” I asked.
Myung-dae Soo, the young Korean geologist, introduced himself.
“Well”, I said, “Welcome aboard. I’m Dr. Rock.”
“They are very, very angry”, he repeats.
“So? Are you tagging along to give them internal reports?” I asked.
“No, Doctor”, he replied, “I too am a geologist. I want to get away from those assholes and see some real rocks.”
“Who are you with?” I ask, “What group?”
“I am 5th-year student at Pyongyang College. I am not officially here. We were told in class that you were coming. I decided to see if I could join you. This morning, I was standing by bus and they thought I was hotel worker or orderly. I was given cooler full of beer and told to find place for it on the bus. I did and after that, just stayed in the back. I am stowaway. I am ashamed, but I had to see for myself. But, I like Western field trips so far!”
“No shit? Well, then”, I said, “Double welcome aboard. None of this ‘I am ashamed’ shit. You’re a geologist, but you haven’t even worked through your first field-evening get-together with us. But this is no pleasure cruise. It’s real work, real geology, real serious science shit. You savvy?”
“Yes, sir, Doctor Rocknocker from Sultanate in the Middle East.” Myung-dae smiled.
“And you fucking stay close to me”, I smirked.
I fired a couple of BLAAATS! from my portable air horn.
“Field Meeting! Field Meeting! Assholes & Elbows!” I called aloud.
Everyone gathered within earshot.
“OK, guys, here’s the deal. We do not know how long we’ve got here. So, let’s split up into teams. Geophysicists, go do your structural thing. Stratigraphers? Field relations. Geologists? Let’s go talk to some ronery-rooking-rocks. No offense, Mr. Myung.”
Myung-dae was laughing up a storm. He got that reference. He later told us all around the campfire he thought ‘Team America’ was a “fucking hilarious movie.”
Oh, we are going to be a real bad influence on this poor kid.
The groups spontaneously broke up into 4 or 5 sub-groups. They headed for areas they thought were important and they were photographing, measuring, pounding on rocks, and arguing within minutes.
“No, you idiot! It’s continental. Look at those adhesion ripples.”
“The fuck you know. It’s only a little low-level eggbeater tectonics. Where the fuck would you get continental collision-size energy around here?”
“Oh, the fuck you say. It’s non-marine. Those are mud cracks. Look at the sandy aeolian infill, fer chrissake.”
Formal? Proper? Detached Doctors of Geology?
Not when you’re in the field. It all goes out the window when different opinions collide like subducting plates.
“The music of my people!” I said to Morse.
“I thought that was the ‘Safety Dance’?” he chided.
“We’re a big family. We can have more than one.” I snickered.
We’re wandering around the site, with individual purpose.
We are looking for or looking at items of interest.
We’re hacking at the outcrops.
We’re all looking at…things.
It’s hard to describe. Get a load of geologists or geology students out of the office, lab, or classroom; stick them out on a bare expanse of heavily weathered rock and it’s simply…numinous.
We’re rebuilding worlds here.
This rock says this.
This rock says that.
And you’re not fluent in that dialect. Here, let me interpret for you…
We’re at each other’s throats, in the academic-metaphorical sense. Tempers have been known to run hot. There has been the occasional bloody nose or rocks sailing down an outcrop without the obligate “HEADACHE!” call. Hammers and Marsh Picks have ended up swimming without the owner’s knowledge.
But once we’re back; settled in the hotel room, tavern, or around the campfire, we’re all a Band of Brothers again. It’s an odd thing to watch; as if you’re not of the clan, you’d need an interpreter. It defies all boundaries: political, sexual, educational, geographical, linguistic, social, et cetera.
We’re all geologists first. We share the common scientific bond of Geology.
That’s why Geology is the First Science.
Plus we tend to drink a serious fucking whole bloody awful lot.
We’ve all been on that ‘crawlin’ home puker’.
We’ve also been to the ends of the earth: the deepest depths, the highest heights, we deal with the greatest pressures, the hottest temperatures; we’ve been to the mountain, we’ve seen the elephant, and we’ve held a bear’s nose to dogshit.
We wear the scars attained in our travels like badges of honor.
We’re God-Damned Scientists.
Back off, man. Geologist comin’ through.
Anyways, I’m looking at the bedding-plane boundaries between the purple unit and the underlying olive-green unit. The upper unit it looks, to me, continental in origin. Fluvial, perhaps. The lower unit is much finer-grained. Marine mudstone, perhaps? But what age?
The cadged Korean Geological maps are worse than useless. They never would go down to the outcrop scale. Consulting them, they don’t even note these exposures in a field sense.
Myung-dae, who is working about 35 meters down-section from me calls out, “Doctors! Sirs! Look here! I’ve found something!”
We all wander over as he is hacking away at the dusty, eroded rock. He stands and dusts off his find.
It’s a very large, nearly 1-meter diameter, coiled fossil cephalopod.
I wander over for a closer look. Dax, Cliff, Morse, and Ivan do as well.
“Blimey! Will you look at that? Outstanding, Mr. Myung!” Cliff says.
“Well, that confirms it. This layer, at least, is marine. Look at that suture pattern”, I say, dusting off an unweathered bit.
“Look at the radius of coiling.”, Cliff joins in.
We’re slowly wresting information out of this silent witness.
“Ornamentation?”, Dr. Ivan asks. “Knobs, bosses, and excrutions?” Oh, yes.”
In unison, we declare: “Hyphoplites!”
Morse adds, “And therefore…these rocks are middle Cretaceous. Marine. Not bad…”
“Need to get some samples for geochemical analysis. Dig deep, gentlemen, we need unweathered samples for TOC (Total Organic Carbon) content.”, Dr. Erlen Meyer notes.
With that, we have a relative age of the rock, a good idea of its depositional environment, and therefore extent, ideas of field relationships, and an indication of some of its fauna.
Could it be source rock worthy?
Samples? Best get diggin’, Beaumont.
That unit is right smack in the middle of this pile of rocks. Dax and I will work up-section and Ivan and Cliff will work down-section. We’re going to see what lies above, what lies below, what trends we can discern, and develop an idea of what happened here some 100 million years ago.
This is what happens when you get geologists out in the field with the proper amounts of field gear, outcrops, and alcohol.
Overall, the deeper down-section, and therefore, earlier in geological time you go, the more marine the rocks are. Conversely, the higher you go in the column, i.e., up-section, into younger rocks, the more continental it appears.
We find fragments of marine fish fossils, sea-crocodile scutes and teeth, heaps of mosasaur coprolites, i.e., fossil shit piles, and other indications that the lower, older rocks are Lower Cretaceous ocean basin-fill.
But up higher; we find mud cracks, rain prints, land turtle shells, land-snails (Bellerophontid gastropods), and what may actually be a fossil feather. All indications of a more continental, i.e., fluvial (river), floodplain, lacustrine (lake), and paludal (swamp) deposition.
That’s my particular bailiwick.
I’m ‘elephant walking’ along the upper outcrops looking for fossils. You basically bend over at the waist and sweep from left to right as you take exaggerated step after step, scanning the ground looking for…well…it takes years, but once you see it, you never forget it.
“Fossil sign”.
A disjunct endemism. Something not in situ. Something out of place. A bit of a different, out of context color. Out of context texture. Out of context size. Out of context context.
Something that looks like it shouldn’t ought to be there.
I’m picking up 1 cm. square hunks of what look like an ordinary rock. I taste them. Well, I stick them to my tongue. If it liquefies and runs away, it’s ordinary mudstone, shale, or the like.
If it sticks…well, it might just be fossil bone.
“Damn right, Rock”, Cliff says from behind me, “Fucking North Korea tastes terrible.”
“Still, it’s the best way I know to…” I paused.
“Got something?” Cliff asked.
“Look here.” I said, “Anthill. Big, nasty buggers. Look around the edges. Pieces of flat, cream-colored rock on this gaudy purple stuff. Tongue test? They stick like cockleburs. Let’s look upslope, see if there’s a drainage…”
There it was, a nice little drainage incised about 1.5 meters deep into the nearly horizontal rocks we were walking on.
“Any float?” I asked.
“Not yet,” Cliff said.
We followed the weak, little drainage that was cut into the outcrop, up another couple of meters.
There were very scrappy, very small, very scattered pieces of that same cream-colored rock. Some were ornamented with a scroll-work or some sort of striations. Most un-geological. More biological. We followed the trail, up here, around here, over there.
Cliff noticed it first, a soccer-ball sized lump of completely out-of-place crème-colored ‘rock’ working its way out by gradual erosion of the variegated pastels of the continental rocks upon which we were treading.
I got there first and began to clear the area with my Estwing.
“Careful. Careful”, Cliff admonished.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Mind your Mincies. [Mince pies = eyes]”, as I’m swinging away at the reluctant, reticent, rocks.
The excavation grew, slowly. From the rounded dome, we could see small sutures that had developed…
Then condyles, fenestrae, then more ‘bone’. Then a jaw, teeth, vertebrae…
“HOLY DOUBLE-DAMN SHIT!” I tootled my air horn. We needed the group to see this.
It was a skull. A dinosaur skull. A small, non-avian dinosaur skull.
Everyone has crowded around and looked at the small quarry we had just built.
“Whatcha got, Rock? Cliff?” Joon asked.
“Fuck me, but I think we’ve got us a dinosaur skull,” I said.
Professor Doctor Academician Ivan walked over and cleared the area.
As Professor Emeritus, he had pole position priority.
“I agree.” is all he said.
I cleared the area and let others take a whack at opening up the quarry.
We may have been low on power tools, but we had a surfeit of opinions.
“OK,” I said, “Let’s look at the facts…”
  1. Age? Cretaceous. Probably lower to lower-middle Cretaceous.
  2. Continental deposits. That’s very fine sand we’re hacking away. Fluvial, without a doubt. Or, possibly aeolian; there’s no such thing as a geological certainty. Dunes? Ephemeral creeks? Low floodplain? Geo-talk… .
  3. Small size. Potentially a juvenile?
  4. Nope. Not a juvie. Sutures are closed, fused. This is, well was, an adult; perhaps a subadult, given its size.
  5. In situ? In place? Or washed in?
Hard to tell when all you’ve exposed is half the critter’s brain box.
“Look at that!” Myung-dae exclaimed, “Squamosal bones and the inner parietals…temporal fenestrae. It had a frill; a small one.”
“OK,”, I said, looking closely at the exposed scrappy remains, “Fucking-A Bubba. Nailed it.” I said, giving him the thumbs up.
“Ceratopsian. Look at those greens-grinder molars. There’s some small osteoderms on the skull; knobby old bastard. Early critter.” I continued.
Others looked around and confirmed my observations.
“Reminds me of Protoceratops from when I was back in Mongolia,” I said.
Dax chimed in with, “Looks something like Psittacosaurus from back in the Cretaceous Belly River of Canada.”
Drs. Ivan and Morse agree. “Most assuredly. It is definitely proto-ceratopsian. Young adult, as Dr. Rock notes by the cranial sutures. Do they have a record of proto-ceratopsians here?”
Myung-dae replies, “I have read reports of Korean proto-ceratopsian found in South Korea. Not long ago, 2019, it is called…ah… Auroraceratops. It is a genus of bipedal basal neo-ceratopsian dinosaur.”
“Bipedal?” I query. “Well, there’s a fine how do you do. All the proto-ceratopsians I’ve known were obligate quadrupeds.”
“Well”, Ivan, Dax, Cliff, and Morse agree, “That should give the shiny suit squad something to report. That’ll keep them the hell out of our hair for a while.”
We photograph each step as we excavate the critter. It’s more or less in situ, buried where it fell. Probably killed by a sand slip off a dune, or a river sandbar slip and burial. It’s not complete, but we do have the skull and a good portion of the post-cranial elements to about just before the pelvis. A good pectoral girdle, skull, jaw, frill, forelimbs, forefeet…easily half-a cute little herbivorous dinosaur. About the size of a smallish Highland Coo or large Great Dane.
We flag it with the team particulars, it’s GPS position, and carefully rebury the animal. We don’t have any of the equipment nor time to excavate it properly, but we can conserve it. Of course, we’ll be informing the proper authorities of our discovery.
I have an absolutely ancient Polaroid instant camera. Before re-internment, I take several pictures of our “Koreasaurus”, as we’ve dubbed the animal, with items for scale; like a hammer, cigar, and oddly enough, a photographic scale. Then I get a photo of the whole crew standing around, drinking warm beers from their individual day packs, smiling about the find ‘they‘ made.
We hear the melodious tootle of the bus’s horns. We make sure to pack out all our trash and wander back to our terrestrial transport.
“You were gone too long!” the chief shiny suited character goes all ballistic on me.
“Watch yourself, Herr Mac.”, I calmly said, “You’re going to burn your nose on my cigar.”
“You left without your handlers…err…guides!” he fumed.
“Hey, Scooter. Cool out. We’re geologists. We never get lost.” I said.
It sometimes just takes us longer to get back than it took us to leave…
“Your impertinence will be reported.” He smoldered.
“Report this, Mother Chuckler”, I observed and held out the pictures of our newly discovered Koreasaurus.
“Show those photos to your handlers,” I said in a mocking tone. “We found a brand new species of God-damned dinosaur for you geezers. It took us less than two hours. You can spin it that it’s a new, never-before-seen species of very specialized dinosaur found right here in beautiful Korea del Norte. Be quite the scientific coup, don’t you think? Trust us. We won’t say anything.”
He immediately shut up and went into conference with the rest of the shiny suit squad.
“Doctor”, one of the clan covert asked, “This is a new dinosaur?”
I had a thunderbolt of an idea.
“Oh! Yes, it is. I’d stake my reputation on it. You’ve had no concerted search here for the beasts and well, with the normalizing of relations between your country and the world, it allowed your specialists to perform real science. In fact, on the bus is the young North Korean geoscientist who made the discovery.” I said. “Give me a minute. I’ll go and get him. I think he was off taking a shi…ah, using the lavatory. Just give me a minute.”
I did have an idea. A wonderful idea. A wonderfully evil idea.
Back on the bus, I ordered the doors closed.
“Gentlemen! Ears and eyes! Please.” I said loudly.
“The shiny suits have their knickers all a-twist because we don’t want to listen to them; the assholes. Fuck that. I’ve got an idea. Let’s make our young acolyte here, Mr. Myung-dae Soo, a national hero. He would probably get his ass in a crack for sneaking on board the Western bus today the way he did. Well, double fuck that. Let’s all say he found the dinosaur. Let him take the glory for the homeland. No one else will ever need to know.” I said smiling.
“Fuck Yeah! You bet! Замечательное! Ihmeellisiä! Maravilhoso! Geweldig!”
Good to know we’re all on the same page. Geologists. You can always count on them…
“Mr. Myung-dae Soo? Front and center. Time to go and become ‘Hero of Best Korea’.” I smiled.
He was absolutely terrified.
“Doctor…I …don't…wait…no…” he stammered.
Cliff, Dax, Ivan, and I trotted him out to confront the shiny suit squad.
“Don’t worry, Myung. We’ve got your back. Trust us.” I said in a low conspiratorial tone.
The shiny suit squad turned as one and gave Mr. Myung the Stink Eye treatment.
“Here you go. The man of the hour. Mr. Myung-Dae Soo, young geologist and up and coming paleontologist.” I say loudly and with the utmost honor.
They look at him and the Korean erupts in rapid-fire staccato bursts.
Cliff just wanders in and interjects, “Yes. Righto. Top form. Found the float. Tracked down that dino like he was on safari. Highest marks. Good man!”
Dax adds more fuel to the fire. “Like he knew where to go, knew where to look. He’s a natural.”
Dr. Academician Ivan blustered forth: “Excellent scholar. Excellent field man. Banner geologist.”
I couldn’t have added more. The shiny suit squad was gobsmacked.
I asked Myung-dae what they were saying.
“They were talking about reprisals. Reporting to authorities. Then, they stopped. You have them completely confounded.” He said.
“How so?” I asked, quietly.
“Between an international incident where we don’t listen to our handlers and this potential important scientific discovery.” Mr. Myung-dae reported, trying hard to parse the evolving situation.
“Yes”, I added to Ivan’s bluster.
To the shiny suits: “I’ve worked as visiting Dinosaurian Vertebrate Paleontology Curator at all the major American museums. This is a find quite unlike anything known. It is a watershed discovery. It will help unravel the evolution and distribution of the clan Dinosauria for the whole Korean Peninsula. Perhaps, even with international impact on the recent finds in China.”
I laid it on with a trowel.
I hit all the buzzwords.
“Yes. Yes, perhaps.”, the head shiny-suiter said. “I will report this bit of very good news to the proper authorities. Myung-dae, with us. We require more information.”
“Ah, we’d prefer him to ride in back with us if you don’t mind. Scientific courtesy, old man. He needs to be classically de-interviewed after such a find.” I insisted, making certain I stand as tall, wide, and menacing as possible while smiling like a damned Cheshire cat, one smoking a very large cigar.
“Very well. We are not far from our evening stop. We can talk later.” He agreed.
We all moseyed, laughing silently, back to the bus; literally supporting our young hero Mr. Myung-dae as he seemed to have gone all wobbly of late.
Myung-dae was ashen-white. He looked like he had just given birth to a basketball. He was visibly shaking.
We get on the bus and I whip up a stout Yorshch for the young hero of the hour.
“Here! This is for you. If you’re going to be a world-class geologist, you’d damn sure better start acting like one.” I smile broadly.
There were hoots, cheers, and cat-calls.
Beers were popped, bottles uncorked; cigars, cigarettes, and pipes lit.
“Damn Skippy!” some anonymous reveler added.
Myung-dae slurped a good half the drink. I offered him a cigar. He stopped shaking enough to accept the novel offer.
Remember “crawlin’ home puker”? He’s taken his first step into a larger world.
OK, just to recap. Here are the dramatis personae left on the bus…
Bus driver (Kim) and his relief (Won).
My team and I. That’s 11 Western geoscientists: Morse, Cliff, Volna, Ack, Viv, Graco, Erlen, Dr. Academician Ivan, Joon, Dax, and myself.
Then there are our guides: Yuk, No, Man, and Kong.
Our stowaway hero geologist-in-training: Myung-dae Soo, aka, “Mung”.
And the four members of the shiny suit clan: Pak, Mak, Tak, and Jak. At least, that’s the names we used when we addressed them.
The bus was rumbling down the deserted highway. We were headed more or less due east, passing the occasional Potemkin Village. They knew we cracked their code long ago, so they didn’t bother with darkening the windows any longer.
We are passing a series of highway road cut outcrops. We’re only going approximately 35 or 40 miles per hour. Suddenly, Morse jumps out of his seat and runs up to the driver.
“STOP! STOP! Back up! We almost missed it!” he barks in heavily Russian inflected English.
The driver, shaken to the core, just slams on the brakes. The bus grinds to a stop. Good thing there’s no traffic out here.
Or anywhere else, for that matter.
Jak of the suit clan jumps up and asks “What is the problem?”
“How could you miss that?” Morse shouts. “Huge fault. Mineralization. I saw that from a glimpse. We must return to investigate.”
“Is not possible. We have appointment at the hotel.” Jak replies.
“Fuck that!”, Morse shouts. I guess he’s just really into faults…
I wander up and try to defuse the situation.
“OK, guys, cool out. Let’s be reasonable. Do it our way. Go back to that road cut. We spend a half-hour there then we go on to the hotel. The hotel will still be there when we arrive, won’t it? Even if we’re a bit late?” I ask.
Jak looks to Pak, who converses with Mak and Tak. They know they’re outgunned.
The driver shifts the bus into reverse and we back down the luckily deserted highway over a mile to the outcrop in question.
We had to admit, it was a mother beautiful normal fault. In perfect, textbook cross-section.
Morse and Joon were on it like white on rice; given the mineralization along the fault plane. All sorts of implications for the thermal and geological history of the area. But with just one exposure like this, more or less just a real interesting geo-oddity.
We spent precisely 30 minutes at the exposure, and when our handlers requested we re-board and head to the motel, we complied like nice, normal sort of folks.
I believe the appropriate maxim here is: “Lull them into a false sense of security…”
Once more down the road we travel. Beers popped, bottles uncorked; you know, the usual.
Forty-five minutes later, we pull into, I kid you not, a replica US of A 1950s Motor-Inn.
“Mr. Myung”, I ask, “What the hell is this?”
To be continued…
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The Big Yoink: A Smol Detective Story, Chapter 13

Standard Disclaimer: I do not take credit for the setting, this story is set in the They Are Smol universe, written by our very own u/tinyprancinghorse.
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The first Smol Detective story can be read starting Here.
There will be some spoilers/references of the first SD story in this one, so consider yourself duly warned.
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In the previous chapter:
Bgrarh gets some Contraband.
Oscar has a Nice Suit.
Two words: Conga Line.
In this chapter:
Resh'skk does some Acting.
Sssnnathor serves up some Snacks.
The Silken Feather does a Clever Girl.
The shuttle was due to depart in [six hours], which should give Bgrarh-of-Arhraz plenty of time. He checked for the hundredth time that his lab door was securely locked, then pulled out the unassigned terminal he'd managed to snag for this. The latter was just in case anyone tried to check the logs on his own 'official' machine. What he was doing was not strictly forbidden by the Inquisition, but it would be considered impolite and cause for censure.
If he got caught, Bgrarh figured he could spin a story of finding the media 'somewhere' and examining it merely to see if he could determine its origin. They wouldn't believe him, but they'd probably let his possession slide...especially if he let the hypothetical Inquisitor watch over his shoulder.
He took a steadying breath and popped in the first chip, then selected "Doctor No". Within a few scenes he'd gotten the gist of this [James Bond] character in spite of the poor quality and terrible dubbing. The Dorarizin had a similar fictional character, namely one Inquisitor Hrnarah. She traveled the galaxy with a blaster at her hip, ready to mete out justice and bed any comely males she came across.
But Hrnarah was also, well, a she. This [Sean Connery] person was as adorable as any [human], but he was also quite clearly male. And even though [Connery] walked with the standard wobbly, about-to-fall-over gait of a [human], there was a relentlessness to the way he moved that drew the eye.
The movie ended, and Bgrarh chose another at random. This had a different actor playing Bond, one who was less imposing but more debonair. The movie followed much the same formula as the first, which was something that [Bond] also had in common with Inquisitor Hrnarah.
As the movie played on, Bgrarh began to pick up on why [Oscar] suggested [Bond]. Whenever the man entered a room, whether it be a casino, a denpile, or a prison cell, [Bond] acted as if he owned that room.
Bgrarh stood and began walking about, picturing himself as a well-dressed secret agent who'd entered a dance competition as cover for some covert assignment...which honestly wasn't that far from the truth. As he did so, his nervousness about the upcoming performance began to fade and he knew he'd found the right personality to emulate.
Of course, there were certain things that Bgrarh was not going to emulate. He wasn't an expert on [human] mating customs, but he was pretty sure it wasn't proper to kiss [human] women without their consent.
Bgrarh chuckled. If he tried kissing the Captain without permission she'd bite his head off. Although now that he thought about it, the idea of kissing her with permission was very appealing. She was quite a handsome woman, after all. Yes, she was the pack leader and thus couldn't play favorites...but she was also a Dorarizin with needs.
Besides, Bgrarh knew his time of 'season' was approaching. Maybe this what the [humans] called a golden opportunity?
In one corner of the hangar deck, two long and sinewy bodies coiled about each other. Each of them held a long needle-like sword in one hand, with the other clamped to their opponent's weapon-arm. There was much pained grunting as each strained to be the first to stab. Finally one of them managed to wrest her sword-arm free with a triumphant shout.
With that line Hrathra'sstah lunged forward as her prop sword did its job and buried its holographic blade deep into Resh'skk's chest. The ex-soldier clutched at the sword-hilt sticking out of his chest (which kept it from falling off), then groaned and toppled backward. His own weapon fell to the deck with a clatter.
"" he gasped in mock agony. ""
With a wordless scream, Hrathra leaped onto him and pushed with both her hands at the pommel of the fake sword hilt, acting as if she was driving the nonexistent blade deeper into his chest. At that cue Resh'skk bit down on the capsule hidden in his cheek, then let a little emerald-hued stage blood trickle out of the corner of his mouth.
He gave another groan of pain. "" he said in a stage whisper. Then Resh'skk slumped flat on the deck, staring off sightlessly into space.
After a beat, there was the sound of two small pairs of hands slapping together. It was a gesture of appreciation that Jornissians performed as well, and the sound made Resh'skk feel better about this whole nonsense.
"[Bravo!]" called [Maria].
"[Yeah, that was awesome!]" added [Oscar].
Resh'skk stopped playing dead and picked his hood up off of the deck. ""
"" said Hrathra'sstah. She still lay sprawled on top of him in a position that he would have enjoyed in other circumstances.
Hrathra'sstah pressed a finger to his lips. ""
"[And the villain always has to give a big monologue when they die!]" said [Maria]. "[It's a tradition even in [human] drama.]"
"" Resh'skk made as if to get up, but Hrathra didn't budge from her perch on top of him. He felt her tail-tip coil about his own. Ordinarily, Jornissians were a little less fussy about touching tails; it was just a consequence of their body type. But this was a more familiar gesture, one that close friends engaged in.
He glanced over and saw the two humans bumbling off. [Maria] had her hand on [Oscar's] arm as she steered him away from the Jornissians. His [human] friend had clearly picked up on the opportunity and was giving him the private space.
Resh'skk turned his head back to look up into Hrathra's red, gleaming eyes. His old fears returned. How could someone so smart and capable find anything of value in a broken down ex-thug like himself? But he had to try. He'd faced down pirates trying to carve out his intestines, he could face down this.
She raised one corner of her hood. "" But she did pick herself up off of him. Resh'skk rose, coiling his lower half below him in the Jornissian version of parade rest. He clasped his hands before him, while Hrathra'sstah folded her arms.
"" she asked.
Her arms dropped to her sides as she stared at him in shock. ""
Resh'ssk nodded. ""
Her next words struck him to the heart, an icy feeling far crueler than any stab.
Not a trace of his inner pain showed on his face as his clasped hands clenched ever so slightly tighter. ""
Hrathra cut him off with waving hands. "" She slithered back and forth in front of him as her gesticulating grew ever more dramatic. ""
Now it was his turn to interrupt her with a gentle finger to her lips. ""
There was one long moment of mutual staring, then she lunged for him again in an attack that he accepted with literal open arms.
What with their long and muscled bodies, Jornissians are the gold-medal winners of the four Senate species when it comes to dealing out hugs. With these two Jornissians doing their very best to embrace each other, and on top of that doing their very best to kiss each other into oblivion, the resulting tangle was something that would make even Escher throw up his hands.
In the middle of Resh'ssk's bliss, he heard again the sound of a human applauding. He peered to the side and saw [Maria's] grinning face. The [human] stood just out of easy tail-slap range.
After a little bit of complicated tongue-de-tangling, Hrathra'sstah turned her head as well to regard her protege. "<[Maria]?>"
"[Yeah, boss?]"
"[You got it, boss.]" [Maria] gave a wink to Resh'skk before strolling away. At any other time he would have found the little alien's cockiness infuriating, but right now he was too happy to be angry. He clasped Hrathra anew to himself and kissed her snout.
"" he asked.
Hrathra'sstah rubbed her hood against his neck. "" She grinned up at him. ""
The sunlight fell like a velvet hammer onto Oscar as he stepped down from the shuttle. He felt sweat begin to pop out on his forehead, and wondered if his furred crewmates would suffer even more. He supposed that the heat made sense, given that a Jornissian owned this planet.
In front of the shuttle was a wedge-shaped formation of Dorarizin wearing full armor. Oscar had seen the pictures during the one time any Dorarizin set foot on Earth. Princess Gwe-Zgranzre-of-Ngrul's honor guard had been almost as armored-up as these guys. But where their armor had been brightly colored and ornate, this armor was sleek and functional.
The armor's visual effect was to turn the already-impressive figure of your average Dorarizin into what looked like a walking tank. The sleek, ovoid, and featureless chrome helmets of the retinue tilted down as one while they regarded Oscar. After a moment, the lead Dorarizin's helmet hinged up to reveal a white-furred face with deep purple eyes. He looked at Oscar for a few seconds, then over at the sphere of Junior which hovered next to the human's shoulder.
Oscar heard the noise behind him as the rest of the crew disembarked from the shuttle. He smiled as he tried his best to keep his heartrate down. Myyreh was at his back, but asking her to take out a werewolf in power armor would be too much even for her.
"Howdy, folks!" Oscar pointed at the lead Dorarizin's armored chest. "Um, are you expecting trouble?"
The lead Dorarizin smiled in response, showing a lot more teeth. "[Not at all. I know it looks like [overkill], but we have certain security protocols that have to be followed for all visitors. I'm Nerlharg-of-Aergh.]"
Oscar settled for a bow in lieu of shaking hands. "Oliver Ward, pleased to meetcha."
"[Likewise.]" Nerlharg looked up at the others. "[I bid you all welcome. Please, follow me. His Excellency was very insistent that he meet your group right away.]"
Oscar slung his bag over his shoulder. The concrete of the landing pad let to a loose gravel pathway lined with tall greenery which was nothing like trees. There was a clear lack of bark, plus the leaves had an odd earth-brown tinge to them. The plants did provide a good amount of shade, however, which gave Oscar some relief from the heat. Further inspection revealed a few tall rod-like structures scattered here and there among the growth; these rods emitted a fine mist of water which drifted over the pathway and provided further cooling.
Nerlharg noticed Oscar's inspection. "[His Excellency's species is better built to withstand heat, but he provides for his subjects.]"
"He sure does," replied Oscar. "I already get enough grief from my non-human comrades about my water usage, so I don't want to be sweating more than I need to."
Nerlharg gave his species' bone-buzzsaw version of a chuckle, but didn't otherwise comment.
The procession crested a rise, and Oscar saw a few buildings ahead. The architecture gave the impression of a high-tech Aztec city, with multiple stepped pyramids situated along either side of the central promenade. A profusion of more greenery overhung each 'step' on the buildings. Oscar wondered if this was proper Jornissian architecture or if Sssnnathor just had a thing for pyramids.
The prominade led forward to the largest pyramid by far, a huge building that rivaled that of any Egyptian tomb. A sloping ramp led up to an entrance that one could sling a starship through. The scale was such that even the giants around him looked small as they passed underneath that over-sized arch.
Oscar wondered about the point of such overkill. Was it to show off Ssssnnathor's wealth and power? The entire planet was proof of that. Perhaps it was more of a subtle warning to any who entered, a way to say 'however big you think you are, you're in the house of someone far more important'.
Whatever the reason for the grand entryway, the pyramid's interior space was even more grand. The walls were clad in white marble with gold trim; they followed the slope of the exterior, with a spiral ramp leading up towards the apex far above. More green vines hung from the edges of the ramp, giving the whole space the air of a slightly less tacky Las Vegas casino. Three large snake-like figures waited in the center of the space in front of a long table piled high with various dishes.
The middle Jornissian could only be Sssnnathor. Oscar half expected him to be clad in some sort of outrageous Ming-The-Merciless getup, but instead he wore a sober-looking 'suit' the hue of sun-bleached bone. The white color contrasted well with his black-and-blue scale pattern.
Sssnnathor's face was split in a wide smile, and he had his arms outstretched in welcome. The guards on either side, however, looked much less friendly, what with their armor. A normal Jornissian 'exo-suit' made them look like a long dakimakura-style pillow. But these guys were all hard edges and armor plating, fitting well with the look of the crew's Dorarizin escort.
Each Jornissian bodyguard cradled a massive rifle casually in one hand; Oscar figured he just might be able to pick one of them up if he used both hands and all his strength.
Sssnnathor's purr-hiss boomed over them all. "[Welcome! You are a pleasant surprise.]" He slithered forward, his silver eyes fixed on Oscar. The tyrant glanced over at Junior as he approached, and stopped at a respectful distance as he lowered himself to look the human in the eye.
"[I apologize for staring, but this is my first time seeing one of your kind,]" said Sssnnathor.
"No problem, Mr. Snape. I'm Oliver Ward." There was no way in hell Oscar was going to get anywhere near the strangled hiss-purr of Sssnnathor's true name. He hoped that the translator matrix was doing its job.
After another moment of fascinated staring, Sssnnathor nodded and rose higher. He gestured towards the table behind him. "[Please, eat and be welcome.]"
After the (fake-name) introductions and hand-shaking, Captain Rgrarshok found herself munching on a bit of grilled glrnada while inside she wondered if this had been the right course of action. Her unease wasn't helped by the fact that Sssnnathor was parked at her right elbow with a calculating smile.
"[It's always nice to have new entertainment, Captain Rgratz,]" said the tyrant. "[But I can't help but wonder why you chose to bless us with your presence. With two [humans] in your company you would have the pick of engagements, yet you come to an out-of-Senate-space backwater like this.]"
Rgrarshok swallowed her mouthful as she prepped the cover story they'd cooked up. "{This is hardly a backwater, but it's true we could name our price. If I'm honest, Excellency, we're not exactly welcome in Senate space at the moment. And it has to do with the [humans].}"
Sssnnathor tilted his hood in curiosity. "[Oh, really?]" He turned to regard the two [humans], who naturally tended to stick together and now conversed in low tones while getting covertly studied by every other person in the pyramid. "[You didn't kidnap them, I hope?]"
Rgrarshok laughed. "{Far from it. Their placement on our crew was done through legal channels...except for the fact that we submitted two applications, under two different names. My XO cooked up the scheme, and I agreed. We thought it would give us a better chance of success.}"
Sssnnathor hissed a laugh of his own. "[I suppose it makes sense from a mathematical viewpoint. After all, the odds of getting a [human] are astronomical enough as it is. Let me guess...both applications were awarded?]"
The Captain gave a weary nod and a sigh. "{The first one was a moment of utter joy for us. [Oliver] was a wonderful addition to our crew, we were so happy...and then we got word of [Masie] coming to join us. I can't tell you how much dancing we had to do so that the auditors never caught the scent that we already had another [human] on board. But we managed it, somehow. Only then to realize we were faced with quite a conundrum.}"
"[Namely, if you performed in Senate space the odds were good that the placement program auditors would find out about your [double-dipping]. Hmm, well I suppose your embarrassment of riches is also our good fortune. Otherwise it might have been centuries before my poor little planet was able to host a [human].]"
Rgrarshok performed a slight bow. "{With your kind permission, we plan to perform many times on your planet. Of course, we'll also provide you with a free private performance if desired.}"
Sssnnathor tapped a finger against his chin. "[Hmm, I don't think a private performance is necessary. I do have a gala planned in three [days] time, one where I will show off my latest acquisition. Would you do me the honor of performing there?]"
"{We'd be happy to.}"
Ngralh-of-Arzgar strolled through the sunlit bazaar. He had his paws clasped behind his back in a casual manner, but his eyes never stopped moving. Ngralh was enough of a student of history to know of the primitive conditions his species had once lived under, that era far back in the mists of time when they'd been bound to one planet.
His surroundings were not that primitive, but this was about as 'squalid' as one could get in a star-spanning civlization. The booths around him were formed of cheap and flimsy plastic, tinted with a hodgepodge of colors that stated louder than words that they'd been formed from castoff pieces. The wares emphasized hand-made tools and clothing, things that were just a little nicer than what one could get while on the dole.
The air was filled with the scent of grilling meat, something else that one couldn't get while on basic income. While the smell made his mouth water a little, he was going to have to give the food-sellers a pass. Dorarizin had pretty hardy metabolisms, but there was no need to risk food poisoning.
Due to the meeting with Sssnnathor, their investigation was now two-fold. First was the hunt for the 'Silken Feather', as they'd planned. But second was an attempt to find out exactly what the tyrant's 'latest acquisition' really was. Had the thief gone ahead and sold the Claw to him?
Either way, his job was to work towards the former goal. To that end, he was looking for someone to press ever-so-gently for information.
"[A pretty scarf for your lady friend, good sir?]" The chirping voice came from a hunched-over Karnakian who presided over a rainbow-colored waterfall of fabric. Ngralh gave her a cordial nod as he stopped strolling to look over her selection. Hmmm, that purple number might look good on Egwreh.
"{How much for this one?}" In the haggling that followed he allowed the seller to get a better deal than usual, figuring that this would put her in a better frame of mind for questioning.
"[Would there be anything else, sir?]" asked the Karnakian after he'd bought two.
"{Is this the only market around? I have some colleagues who might be interested in larger items.}"
"[This is the largest market in the capital, sir.]" She leaned forward as her crest rose. "[You're with the entertainers who just arrived, yes? The ones with the [humans]?]"
"{That's right. I'm surprised word's spread this fast.}"
"[There's always interest when [humans] are involved, good sir.]"
"{I understand. Do you get many off-world visitors? We're trying to determine how much new audience turnover we can expect.}"
"[A few every [month] or so. This planet is very welcoming to all, no matter their past.]"
Ngralh gave an embarrassed click. "{How, er, segregated is it around here? I only ask because some multi-species colonies can be rough; the locals can take it the wrong way if one goes walking through another species' section of town.}"
The seller waved one casual wing-arm. "[Oh, there's no such problems around here but I would be careful, since do have some minor criminals wandering about. The various races tend to cluster together to take advantage of any species-specific infrastructure such as plumbing requirements.]"
He smiled at her and gave a bob of his head to simulate a Karnakian farewell. "[Thanks, you've been very kind.]"
Thanks to a few more generous purchases and pointed questions, Ngralh found the Karnakian portion of town. If the "Silken Feather" was in civilization, chances are it was somewhere around here. It would be far easier for her to keep track of incoming and outgoing ships, plus she'd have a handy population of raptors to get lost in.
For sure she'd be wearing a disguise. Instead of scanning each individual Karnakian that passed, Ngralh set his implant to ping him if it detected anyone matching the body proportions of their quarry.
He spent another hour walking among the Karnakians, trying to look like nothing more than a ship-bound crew member anxious to stretch his legs. His scans of the crowd turned up empty, and after a while he started to wish somebody would try to mug him. At least it would break up the monotony.
Ngralh turned down a narrow and deserted alley with walls formed of the same cheap plastic sheeting used for the market booths. He'd made it halfway down when two feathered forms suddenly blocked the far end. He stopped and glanced over his shoulder...sure enough, two more blocked the way he'd came.
The front and rear pairs of Karnakians began to close in with slow menace towards him.
"[Four against one, furball,]" said one of them. "[Not good odds. Now why don't you just hand over everything in your pockets and we'll call it good, eh?]"
Ngralh shifted his weight so that he was balanced on his toes, then extended his claws. While he might not be death-on-foot like Myyreh, he was still an experienced peace officer. That fact evened the odds more than they realized. Once he'd given these guys a good thrashing, he could lean on them for some more detailed information. His ears swiveled back as he tracked the sounds of the two behind him. They'd probably rush him first, and so he kept his back invitingly open...
A strangled chirp-roar sounded from behind him. He spun himself sideways, careful to keep the front two in his peripheral vision. Both of the Karnakians behind him sprawled twitching on the ground, each wreathed in blue electric sparks. As he took in the sight there was a blur of motion behind to the other two...
They didn't even manage a sound before they too were down and out of any possible fight. Ngralh turned carefully back to face his would-be rescuer, a green-feathered Karnakian with a yellow band around her neck.
The Silken Feather.
She stood just out of easy leaping range. The thief had never laid eyes on Ngralh during her call to the Furious Call of Inquiry, so he figured he'd play ignorant and try to lure her closer. "{You have my thanks, friend. I don't have any money on me, but if you'll follow me back to my ship I'm sure my Captain would be happy to reward you.}"
The thief snorted. "[No games, friend. You know who I am and I know who you are. A mixed-race crew who also happen to have [humans] on board, showing up in a conveniently quick manner after I placed that call? The odds of that are astronomical. I guess you tracked me after all.]"
Ngralh took in a deep, irritated breath and then relaxed. "{All right.}" He glanced again at the sprawled, shuddering bodies around him. "{You still have my thanks.}"
"[Oh, it's my pleasure I assure you. I can't allow any of our brave Senate investigators to get hurt in the line of duty, now can I?]"
The XO chuckled. "{I wasn't in that much danger. So. How easy do you want to make this? I can tell you right now the Captain is not going to allow any sale.]"
"[I would reply that it's not up to her, is it? I think the Matriarchs' opinions would carry greater weight in this case. In any case, just know that I know that you're here and that I'm watching you. I'll be in contact soon to set up the sale. Do you still have that Galnet node of mine?]"
"{Of course. It's evidence.}"
She grinned wide. "[Of course. You police must always play by the rules, eh? I'm rather surprised you don't try to tackle me right here and now.]"
Ngralh tapped the side of his nose. "{It wouldn't do any good. I smell nothing but these four bozos, which tells me I'm talking to a hard-light hologram.}"
The Silken Feather bowed her head. "[Excellent, it's always a pleasure to deal with competent adversaries. I bid you a good day, sir.]"
The green-and-yellow Karnakian vanished, leaving a small metal sphere hovering in the alleyway. The drone fizzed while its internals fried, then fell to the ground with a small thud.
Ngralh blew out a breath that any onlooker would have taken as one of frustration. But then he smiled and touched his ear. "{Egwreh, Myyreh, you're up.}"
The Silken Feather maneuvered down a neighboring alley, looking behind her constantly. It had been a risk to expose herself, but the chance to show these silly police that she was on top of things was too delicious to pass up. The following negotiations would have to be done with great delicacy; she had to conceal the fact that she no longer had the Claw, while keeping in reserve her knowledge of Sssnnathor's covert activities. The latter should act as insurance in the case that she wasn't able to retrieve the Claw.
And she would retrieve that which she'd rightfully stolen. Sssnnathor was not omnipotent, and her audacity would act as a shield. The aged fool would never imagine that she'd be bold enough to try breaking into his main palace. As her mind whirled, she peered around the corner and scanned her surroundings on instinct. She saw nothing, and so she continued on her way.
The Silken Feather trotted along while plotting and was still feeling quite pleased with herself when Myrreh-of-Relgreh's fist came out of thin air and connected solidly with her jaw.
The Silken Feather came to and almost on reflex reached out mentally with her implant to trigger the protective mode of her clothing. All she received was the lurch of an unsuccessful connection, which then made her realize she wasn't wearing her own clothes anymore. All she had was a simple shift made of plain fabric to protect her modesty. Locked tight around her feathered body was a cage of hard-light which allowed her to breathe comfortably...and that was about it for any movement she could perform.
As the Silken Feather blinked and shook her snout, a warbling voice intruded into her aching head.
"[Ah, you're finally awake! Sorry about taking liberties with your person, but you had way too many little goodies hidden in your clothes. We couldn't let you keep them.]"
The voice came from a small figure standing in front of her. Behind that alien was a much bigger form that she recognized as Captain Rgrarshok. The huge Dorarizin stood with folded arms and a steady, unblinking expression that was somehow more fearsome than a snarl.
The Silken Feather focused all four eyes on the small alien in front of her. It was the first time she'd laid eyes on a [human], and for a moment she stared in wonder. As all the reports said, the little-needs-protecting had a soul filled with starlight, almost like a hatchling's but much more complex.
Then her discipline reasserted itself as she took quick stock of her surroundings. She was pinned in the middle of what looked like a hangar deck of some sort. That meant she was in space and surrounded by enemies. Not to mention tied up and completely unarmed. It was a bad situation, but she'd been in worse. The most important thing for now was to appear as if she'd given up.
The Silken Feather smiled ruefully. "|I congratulate you on your plan. It was masterfully done.|"
The [human] shrugged. "[We got lucky. We didn't know if you'd realize that we were the Senate team, but we had [Ngralh] followed just in case you followed him. You didn't just follow, you actually made contact. [Ngralh] sends his regards, by the way, and thanks you again for your help.]"
The thief slumped in her bonds. "|It was my pleasure.|" She stared up at the Captain. "|Shall we make a deal, or are you just going to skip right to the torturing?|"
Rgrarshok grinned. "[Your interrogation will begin now. Go ahead, [Oscar].]"
The computer-generated cage around The Silken Feather shifted, moving her arms apart and exposing more of her keeled chest. She felt a moment of panic as the [human] wobbled towards her. Was he going to pull out a knife and start cutting on her?
The Silken Feather's shift didn't quite cover the front fluff of her chest, and as he reached her [Oscar] pushed aside some of the fabric to expose more feathers. The somewhat intimate act shocked her. She'd heard that [humans] would mate with just about anything, but surely he wouldn't resort to...that against her will?
Without a word, [Oscar] smashed himself face-first into her fluff like a nestling seeking warmth. The sensation created an automatic maternal response in The Silken Feather, causing her feathers to expand out.
"[Where's the Claw?]" asked Rgrarshok.
The thief tried to focus, but it was hard with a soft and warm little sapient doing his best to make a bed out of her chest fluff. "|Eh? Oh, that old thing? Who knows? Maybe I know, maybe I don't. You'll have to...oh...make it worth my while to...care...|"
"[Ah, you're expecting to make a deal with us?]"
The Silken Feather tried to focus, but [Oscar] was still squirming around against her chest. Her bound arms twitched...she wanted to hold the little alien in the worst way...
"|Wouldn't you, in my situation?|" she responded. "|After all, the [Claw's] location is the only bargaining chip I have right now. You must be mad if you think I'll give that up without at least an offer of amnesty.|"
{Oscar] let out a little warbling hum and reached out with both tiny hands to get a good grip on her chest fluff.
The act almost made The Silken Feather miss the Captain's next statement. "[And you must be mad if you think we'll let you go without having the Claw safe in our possession.]"
Any further strategy fled right out of her head. What was wrong with her? She was a ghost, a free soul, she was afraid of no one and wanted nothing more than lots of covert bank accounts stuffed full of credits. Now all that she could think of was the need to grasp this little being close to her, to build a nest and keep him safe and warm. The feeling was worse than any pain or injury.
"|I...well, that is...|" She shook herself and glared up at Rgrarshok. "|I have rights under Senate law! This treatment can't be legal!|"
Rgrarshok unsheathed a claw and held it up to her face. She inspected it closely as she spoke. "[What would you have to complain about? True, we have you bound at the moment but that is merely for our protection. Are we mistreating you in any way?]"
"|You know damn well what I mean...erg...can you tell him to stop squirming?|"
"[Tell him yourself.]"
The Silken Feather looked down at the little creature moving against her. "|I know what you're trying to do. It won't work.|"
"[What do you mean?]" asked [Oscar]. "[I'm tired and need a nap.]"
"|I just...please...|"
Rgrarshok chuckled. "[You know, if you wish to claim rights as a Senate citizen you'll need to tell us who you really are. It seems you've done quite an admirable job in throwing us off of your true scent.]"
The Silken Feather gritted her teeth. "|I will never tell you!|"
Rgrarshok waved her hand in a 'there it is' gesture. "[Then I guess you'll have to put up with [human] interaction. [Oscar], give me a call when you wake up and we'll continue.]" She started to lope away, only to be stopped by the Silken Feather's plea.
"|Please, no. I'll propose a deal. You release me and then I'll tell you where the Claw is.|"
"[You tell us where the Claw is and then we'll release you,]" replied the Captain.
The Silken Feather shook her crest. "|No. You can put an implant in me to track me if you like, but I won't tell you a thing until I'm out of your custody.|" She knew she was technically savvy enough to defeat any possible tracking they'd put in her, since they'd certainly try to capture her again after finding out the Claw was now in Sssnnathor's possession. After her release, she could then steal the Claw back from Sssnnathor as she'd planned. True, having the Senate team breathing on her tail would put a bit of a time constraint on things, but she was capable enough to pull it off.
[Oscar] abruptly let go of her floof and wobbled away back towards the Captain. "[She doesn't have the Claw. Not anymore.]"
Rgrarshok stroked a thoughtful claw along her chin. "[Agreed. She gave in far too easily.]"
"|What nonsense is this? Of course I have it! Not on me, obviously, but I have it stashed in a very safe location! One that you'll never discover unless I tell you. Release me and you can go get it yourself.|"
The pair of peace officers stared back at The Silken Feather for a moment.
"[If she'd sold it to [Sssnnathor], she would've been long gone with her money,]" said [Oscar].
"[True,]" replied Rgrarshok. "[So he must have found out somehow that she was here. The fact that she's alive means that he didn't get his claws on her directly. However he found out, the Claw is now in his custody.]" Her purple eyes stared steadily at The Silken Feather. [Isn't that right?]"
"|I'm not saying anything further,|" replied The Silken Feather. "|You may as well go ahead and torture me. Or whatever that was your [human] was doing.|"
[Oscar] gasped in mock horror. "[Me? Torture? No, I wouldn't dream of harming a single feather on your crest. But there are a few [Karnakians] on board whom you've wronged either directly or indirectly. I'm sure they'd be eager to...discuss...their grievances with you at great length.]"
"[Or we could just leave her tied up somewhere on the planet,]" said Rgarshok. "[Perhaps we should drop an anonymous note to [Sssnnathor] telling her where she is? Only in the interest of making sure she doesn't come to harm, of course.]"
"[Of course!]" said [Oscar].
The Silken Feather sagged once more, this time in real defeat. She had but one bit of leverage left to play. "|We can still make a deal for my release,|" she said.
"[With what information?]" asked Rgrarshok. "[If [Sssnnathor] has the Claw I'm sure you have no idea where he's hidden it. That's something we'll have to figure out.]" The Captain sighed. "[I'll bet this party of his is for showing off the Claw.]"
"[I'm not taking that bet,]" said [Oscar].
The thief shook her crest. "|I'm not talking about the Claw's location. I'm talking about [Sssnnathor] himself. He's up to something. Whatever it is involving cloning.|"
Rgrarshok placed a paw over her eyes. "[Of course he is. By the First Pack, I need a vacation.]"
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Do not apply to Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute

Hello. I am a recent graduate of RPI and I'd like to share my experience with all of you, detailing all of the reasons you should not apply to or attend this school. I hope the mods will consider sticking this post to maximize its exposure.

Hostile administration disrespects student rights

The President of Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, Dr. Shirley Ann Jackson, has mismanaged the Institute throughout her tenure and has brought the Institute to its knees. The present student body and leadership have consistently expressed their discontent with Dr. Jackson's leadership in compliance with the Student Handbook. However, Dr. Jackson's administration has proven more than willing to break the rules. The administration has torn down Handbook-compliant student protest posters, forced modifications to the Student Handbook without any student approval, initiated judicial proceedings against protesting students, erected a wall to keep students from protesting on campus, and even claimed 'eminent domain' to remove students from campus facilities.
Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute president (literally) fences out free speech
RPI students lament 'culture of fear' as protesters face judicial action
Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute doubles down on sidewalk censorship
Public Safety caught suppressing student rights, claim Student Handbook of Rights and Responsibilities not valid
The Demise of Shared Governance at Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute

Alumni in revolt

Rensselaer alumni have been paying attention to the strife of the present student body, and they too have lost faith in the Institute's leadership. Alumni donation rates are far below the national average and are on the decline, as alumni withhold their contributions until President Jackson is gone. Other alumni are boycotting alumni weekend, donating to specific student organizations, and advocating for the removal of Dr. Jackson.
RPI Alumni for Better Governance
Letter from RPI-ABG to Board of Trustees
RPI alumni stop donating amid concerns over leadership, campus climate
RPI email to alumni: Criticism of leadership rooted in racism, sexism

Greek life under attack

Dr. Jackson and Dean of Students Travis Apgar are working to dismantle the entire Greek system, the heart of RPI's already-lackluster social scene. Jackson and Apgar have unilaterally imposed sanctions that ban alcohol at Greek houses, even for students of legal drinking age, and a halt to Rush, thus preventing houses from recruiting new members. This has had a devastating effect on social life in the current semester, and RPI is currently a pretty sad and depressing place to be. Many freshmen have taken to partying at UAlbany and other neighboring schools.
Email from LeNorman Strong - Greek Life Task Force
Notes from the Student Meeting with interim VP Strong
RPI Community Furious Over Greek Life Sanctions

Student Union beseiged

Dr. Jackson has waged a decades-long war to wrest control of the Student Union from the students that use, pay for, and operate it. The Jackson administration has hired Union administrators without the approval of student leadership (in violation of the Student Handbook), removed student leaders from important Board of Trustees commitees, and questioned the validity of student held elections. These actions led to two widely attended student protests in 2016 and 2017.
SAVE THE UNION - A student/alumni effort dedicated to regaining control of the Student Union
Memo from RPI CFO: administration further restricts E-Board's authority over Union budget and Activity Fee
RPI students protest policy on student union (2016 protest)
RPI students protest student union takeover move (2017 protest)
Administrative disregard for student elections

Finances in disarray

During her tenure, President Jackson has raised billions for RPI over several capital campaigns, permitting the construction of buildings such as EMPAC, CBIS, and ECAV, augmenting student financial aid, and renovating old dorms. However, Dr. Jackson's mismanagement of these funds has left the Institute deeply in debt with a shrinking endowment, declining alumni donations, declining research revenues, poor credit ratings, stagnating rankings, and skyrocketing tuition.
Renew Rensselaer's findings - A comprehensive analysis of RPI's financial situation
Standard & Poor’s downgrades RPI’s credit rating to BBB+
Tuition and Fees, 1998-99 Through 2017-18
Alumni report cites concerns at RPI
RPI slides from 42 to 49 in 2019 U.S. News National University Rankings

Other criticisms

Summer Arch

Summer Arch is a new program created by Dr. Jackson that mirrors an existing program at Brown University. Students will be forced to take classes during the summer before their junior year, and then will be forced to leave campus (and hopefully find a job) during the spring or fall semester of their junior year.
Summer Arch has been in a trial “pilot mode” for the last two years; only 70 students signed up in the last year. All 1700 incoming students will be required to take the Arch.
Any students involved in Greek life are not allowed to live in their house or off campus during the summer arch, and must pay to live in the dorms. The dorms are extremely expensive relative to off campus housing. Dorms and meal plans are also required for all freshmen and sophomores.
This program is a money grab that allows the university to squeeze more students onto campus at a time and increase the student body population. The student body population has been rising each year for the last several years. As a result, facilities are cramped. The library, dining halls, and gym are often at or above capacity at peak hours. Full classes means that it is more difficult to obtain the schedule that you want.
I’m having difficulty providing sources for these points, as some of the old documents are no longer extant, but feel free to peruse /rpi for more information.

Awful social life

I feel I can offer a unique perspective on this issue. There are many RPI students that whine that the school has a shit social life—these are usually people that don’t know how to make friends, can’t get into parties, and sit in their rooms most of the time. There are others that will defend it, saying that it’s not that bad, that if you join a fraternity you will still have fun. Both sides are right. You can have fun here, but it will be more difficult, and you could have more fun elsewhere.
The truth is, RPI’s parties pale in comparison to those at most other schools. I have had an important role in the social scene and have helped to host many parties. I also had some success on the dating scene. RPI’s gender ratio disparity is real and you will feel its effects. There are lots of guys here that are perfectly nice and reasonably attractive that will see little to no action during their years here because of the ratio. Even not considering the ratio, you’re still not going to find a lot of the type of girls that you’d find at beachside schools. Having been to parties at many other schools, from the Ivies to big state schools, I can authoritatively say that you are better served almost anywhere else.
A note about the student body—a substantial fraction of people here are antisocial and weird, to the point where it’s a school tradition. There are tons of students that basically never leave their rooms. D&D, Smash, and MTG games are commonplace. Personal hygiene is like a campus joke, particularly among the CS students. The school has hosted an anime convention for the last 30 years. (For the record, I have nothing against anime, you should know that that’s what this school is.) The student body openly disdains the liberal arts and generally has poor attitudes towards women. Last year someone hung a noose on a lightpost as a prank. Before that, someone went around putting up fascist/alt-right posters (presumably as some kind of joke). The Asian international students (close to 20% of this year’s freshmen class) will probably never say a word to you in your time at RPI, or pretend not to speak English if you try to engage them. Yes, this is something that’s easily ignored, and something that more or less comes with the territory for engineering schools, but I think it’s still worth noting.
School spirit is really low. Sports games attendance is low. The student body is uniquely downtrodden and miserable, and lots of my friends have considered transferring or otherwise voiced their discontent to me. Hockey is supposed to be the school’s sport but the team has performed poorly and the administration recently fired the coach. You don’t see students wearing school apparel. Even the hockey commentator quit because of the administration (see last source).

Terrible location

Troy is a dump, the opposite of a college town. It isn’t a place you’ll often find yourself unless you visit the fraternities down the hill. People will tell you that it’s not as bad as it once was, which is true, but it’s still got a long way to go. The temperature will be frigid for 80% of your time at RPI (except summer arch), but don’t expect to see a UVM-level ski/snowboarding culture. These temperatures are worsened by the wind chill (RPI is on top of a hill and has nothing to the block the wind).


Several survivors of sexual assault at RPI have spoken up about their experiences. They have shared that they were coached to avoid talking to the police and the perpetrators have faced little to no consequences.
Mental health services are understaffed and often provide inadequate services.
The administration is working to shut down RPI’s nuclear reactor, one of the few university research reactors in the world, and one of the reasons that RPI’s nuclear engineering program is as highly rated as it is.

Saving graces

For all of its flaws, I can’t say everything about RPI is bad. RPI is still well regarded in industry, and has excellent job placement and salaries. The education is quite good, and many professors are talented and highly regarded in their fields. Facilities are RPI’s greatest strength, and are better than those at many other schools, even at the Ivy level. People will automatically think you are smart without knowing anything about you (in truth, you probably are). Students are intelligent if unengaged, and you won’t see Ivy level talent or passion. PC culture is at a minimum and the student body is relaxed and laid back. For all of the administration’s efforts, there is a high degree of independence in student life that is refreshing and unique from other schools—almost a pre-9/11 feel. RPI is also fairly generous with financial aid.
Trust me: no matter how in love with this school you are, you don’t want to deal with all of this bullshit. Do not apply to Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute.
I'll try and answer questions within limits, as it's imperative that I shield my identity. I might eventually delete this; save copies and distribute it to your friends.

2020 UPDATE: Find part two HERE

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เป็นที่แรกที่เปิดในเมืองควีนส์แลนด์เมื่อเปิดตัวทีแรกในปี 1986 ในฐานะ Conrad Jupiters คอมเพล็กซ์เจ็ดเอเคอร์มีบาร์แล้วก็ห้องอาหาร 15 ที่ห้องบอลรูมโรงแสดงละครสปาเพื่อสุขภาพแล้วก็ห้องบริหารร่างกายรวมทั้งห้องสำหรับประชุม พื้นที่เล่นเกมมากขึ้นเป็นสองเท่าเป็น 65,000 ตารางฟุต (6,000 ตารางเมตร) ในปี 2549 แล้วก็ในปี 2560 การปรับปรุงแก้ไขคาสิโนราคา 345 ล้านดอลลาร์เสร็จสิ้นซึ่งรวมทั้งหอสังเกตการณ์ 17 ชั้นที่ใหม่
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สมัคร SAGAME88 ประเทศออสเตรเลียเป็นประเทศเดียวที่เป็นทวีปของตน ประเทศถูกล้อมด้วยห้วงสมุทรประเทศอินเดียรวมทั้งห้วงมหาสมุทรแปซิฟิคและก็เมืองใหญ่ๆทั้งปวงละเว้นเมืองหลวงแคนเบอร์ราเป็นริมตลิ่ง มีคาสิโนในซิดนีย์, บริสเบน, เมลเบิร์น, เพิร์ธ , แอดิเลดรวมทั้งเมืองหลวง
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The Star Gold Coast (ชื่อเดิม Jupiters Hotel and Casino) เป็นที่แรกที่เปิดในเมืองควีนส์แลนด์เมื่อเปิดตัวคราวแรกในปี 1986 ในฐานะ Conrad Jupiters คอมเพล็กซ์เจ็ดเอเคอร์มีบาร์และก็ห้องอาหาร 15 ที่ห้องบอลรูมโรงแสดงละครสปาเพื่อสุขภาพและก็ห้องบริหารร่างกายรวมทั้งห้องสำหรับประชุม พื้นที่เล่นเกมมากขึ้นเป็นสองเท่าเป็น 65,000 ตารางฟุต (6,000 ตารางเมตร) ในปี 2549 แล้วก็ในปี 2560 การปรับแก้คาสิโนค่า 345 ล้านดอลลาร์เสร็จสิ้นซึ่งรวมทั้งหอสังเกตการณ์ 17 ชั้นที่ใหม่
คาสิโนแทสเมเนียไม่สมควรละเลย Wrest Point in Hobart เป็นคาสิโนที่แรกที่เปิดในประเทศออสเตรเลียเมื่อปีพ. ศาสตราจารย์ 2516 อพาร์เม้นท์เริ่มแรกที่เปิดในปี 2482 ยิ่งกว่านั้น Federal Group ยังเปิด Country Club Casino ใน Launceston ในปี 2525 ให้คาสิโนแทสเมเนีย 2 ข้างสนามสำหรับเพื่อการแข่งขันสองที่ ทำการสนามสำหรับแข่งที่โบราณที่สุดในประเทศออสเตรเลียโดยตลอด
คนออสเตรเลียเป็นผู้ใช้ลอตเตอรีเยอะมากๆเหมือนกันด้วยผู้เล่นใช้จ่ายเงินกับเกมมากยิ่งกว่าที่พวกเขาใช้จ่ายเป็นเงิน หวยเป็นของรัฐบาลของเมือง บริษัท ที่ไม่หวังผลผลกำไรรวมทั้ง บริษัท เอกชนและก็ได้รับอนุญาตจาก Lott แล้วก็ Lotterywest สินค้าล็อตเตอรี่โดยมากได้ย้ายเข้าไปในพื้นที่ออนไลน์
การพนันกีฬาอนุญาตให้ออนไลน์รวมทั้งบนบกโดยคณะกรรมการเอเจนซี่ Totalizator (TAB) มีร้านค้าย่อยราว 3,000 ที่ในประเทศออสเตรเลียที่เสนออัตราพนันคงเดิมและก็การพนันแบบสิริ
ผู้ให้บริการการเดิมพันออนไลน์ได้รับอนุญาตในประเทศประเทศออสเตรเลีย แม้กระนั้นพวกเขามิได้รับอนุญาตให้เสนอเกมแก่ผู้อาศัยตามพ.ร.บ.การเดิมพันแบบอินเตอร์แอคคราวฟ 2001 รัฐบาลมิได้ห้ามผู้เล่นเข้าถึงเว็บการเดิมพันนอกริมตลิ่ง
บิงโกหรือ "housie" ซึ่งมีชื่อเสียงกันดีในประเทศออสเตรเลียเป็นเกมออนไลน์ที่ได้รับความนิยมและก็ในบิงโกฮอลล์ทั้งประเทศ เกมจำนวนมากเล่น 90 ลูกตรงนั้น Bingo เป็นเกมสำหรับทุกเพศทุกวัยในประเทศออสเตรเลียโดยมีเกมที่เจอในสมาพันธ์กีฬาเขตแดนชมรม RSL (Legion Halls) รวมทั้งโบว์ลิ่ง
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Civ 6 Style SMAC Factions!

I was just messing around today and had a few fun thoughts about Alpha Centauri factions and how they might work in Civ 6. Dove into it and ended up writing up ideas for all seven of the original factions. NO IDEA if these are balanced well (probably not!) or particularly interesting to people, but I figured I'd throw them up here for feedback and commentary!
Beware, long post follows!
Chairman Sheng-ji Yang!
Sheng-ji Yang: Ethics for Tomorrow
Units gain +5 combat strength and cities gain +1 Amenity with a garrisoned unit while government type is Autocracy, Monarchy, Communism or Synthetic Technocracy. +1 economic policy slot for Autocracy and Monarchy; +1 military policy slot for Communism and Synthetic Technocracy. Cities with a garrisoned unit ignore 50% of loyalty generated from other civilizations, and enemy Spies cannot Recruit Partisans or Foment Unrest in garrisoned cities. Whenever other players gain Grievances against Yang they gain +50% Grievances.
The Human Hive: Hive-Cities
City centers gain +2 production if founded on Hills, and +1 production from every two adjacent Hills. Industrial Zones gain a minor adjacency bonus from Hills and a standard adjacency bonus from Encampments and Harbors. Gain a free Defensive Perimeter in every city after discovering Masonry.
UB: Defensive Perimeter
Replaces Ancient Walls. Automatically repairs outer defense strength by 20 every turn while the city is not under siege. +4 Ranged combat strength to ranged units in this city's City Center and Encampment, so long as the district still has outer defense strength.
UU: Hive Serf
Replaces Military Engineer. Can perform all actions of both Military Engineers and Builders. Begins with 5 charges, but does not benefit from any effect that gives extra charges to Builders.
Agenda: Police State
Maintains high loyalty and a large military, and always uses his preferred government types (Autocracy, Monarchy, Communism or Synthetic Technocracy). Likes those who maintain high loyalty by utilizing his preferred governments. Dislikes those with low loyalty or a small military, and greatly dislikes those not utilizing one of his preferred government types.
Start Bias: Hills (strong)
Lady Diedre Skye!
Dierdre Skye: Our Secret War
Gain a free Spy and an extra Spy capacity at Civil Service. Spies stationed in another civilization's City Center can perform the Subvert Defenses mission; all military units gain +7 combat strength against that City Center while the mission is running (including units of other Civilizations or City-States). +5% Tourism to each Civilization for each offensive Spy mission successfully completed against that civilization (up to a maximum of +100%).
Gaia's Stepdaughters: White Pines
All unimproved Forests and Rainforests give +1 Faith and +1 Food. After discovering Conservation, these bonuses also apply to improved Forests and Rainforests. All renewable sources of power give +2 power. -1 Amenity in every cith when Global Warming reaches stage 3, and.-1 Amenity for every two stages of Global Warming afterwards.
UB: Hybrid Forest
Replaces the Zoo. Zero maintenence cost; all cities within 6 tiles gain an additional amenity if they have at least one old-growth Forest in their territory, and all old-growth Forests within 6 tiles and inside of Gaian territory gain +2 Culture. +1 Science to each Forest tile in this city (in addition to the +1 Science to Rainforest and Marsh tiles). This district no longer blocks placement of National Parks.
UU: Mind Worm Boil
Land melee unit with a unique promotion tree and three base movement, unlocked at Mysticism. Mind Worm Boil base Combat Strength is always equal to the base Combat Strength of the unit they are in combat with, with +2 Combat Strength for every promotion the Mind Worm Boil has and -2 Combat Strength for every promotion the targeted unit has. -4 Combat Strength when defending. Mind Worm Boils may only be purchased with faith.
Mind Worm Boil promotions:
1A: Fungal Blooms - This unit heals an extra +10 HP per turn when healing in Forest or Rainforest tiles.
1B: Psychic Terror - +4 Combat Strength when attacking a damaged unit.
2A: Burrowing - This unit can only be seen by adjacent enemy units.
2B: Writhing Mass - This unit ignores City Center and Encampment Outer Defenses.
3A: Empath Song - +4 Combat Strength to adjacent friendly, non-Mind Worm Boil military units.
3B: Demon Boil - Raises this unit's maximum HP to 150.
4: Locusts of Chiron - All terrain tiles cost 1 movement, and unit may move over water tiles without embarking. Unit ignores enemy Zones of Control.
Agenda: The Tragedy of Earth
Avoids removing Forest and Rainforest where feasable and avoids contributing to Global Warming. Likes those who show respect for the planet, and forgives those who are going through hard times. Dislikes those who contribute to Global Warming, and those who hoard Gold while desecrating the natural landscape.
Start Bias: Forest (strong), Rainforest (weak)
Commissioner Pravin Lal!
Pravin Lal: A Brotherhood of Earth
Successfully voting for a World Congress resolution refunds 50% of the Diplomatic Favor spent on that Resolution. +1 additional Diplomatic Victory point when Lal is awarded Diplomatic Victory points for winning the Diplomatic Victory resolution in the World Congress. +100% Production in all cities and +2 Movement for all units when participating in an Emergency.
The Peacekeeping Forces: Declaration of Rights
+2 Amenities and +4 Housing in the capital city and all cities within 7 tiles. Governors with at least two promotions give +10% Production, +10% Food, and +10% gold to their assigned cities. Units within 10 tiles of the capital city gain +7 combat strength. Government Plaza gives a major (rather than standard) adjacency bonus to all adjacent districts. -2 Amenities in cities more than 15 tiles away from the capital city.
UB: Unity Plaza
Unique tier 3 Government Plaza building that is mutually exclusive with the National History Museum, Royal Society, and War Department. +1 Diplomatic Favor per turn for every two Citizens in this city, and building the Unity Plaza grants six Envoys. Enemy Spies operate as three levels lower when attempting to Fabricate Scandals in city-states this civilization is Suzerain of.
UU: U.N. Peacekeepers
Replaces the Infantry and is cheaper to build. +10 Combat Strength when fighting in the territory of a city that is currently owned by a different Civilization than its founder. This bonus remains even when this unit is upgraded to Mechanized Infantry.
Agenda: Safeguard against Tyranny
Builds up a defensive army, but prefers not to conquer others. Likes those who remain peaceful and avoid tyrannical forms of government (Autocracy, Monarchy, Fascism and Corporate Libertarianism). Dislikes those occupying cities or attacking city-states, and greatly dislikes tyrannical powers.
Start Bias: None
Sister Miriam Godwinson!
Miriam Godwinson: But for the Grace of God
All military units gain +2 Combat Strength when attacking for each Tenet of your Religion, and all Spy offensive missions operate at +2 levels in cities following other Religions. Cities of other civilizations you are at war with take damage each time you add Religious Pressure to them. -5% Science in all cities for each Tenet of your Religion.
The Lord's Believers: The Lord Works
Gain a free Great Prophet when completing your first Holy Site (if there are any Great Prophets remaining).
UI: Bastion of God
Unique improvement unlocked at Divine Right which can only be built within the territory of a civilization you are at war with, and may overwrite pillaged improvements. Occupying Believer units gain +4 Defense Strength and 2 turns of Fortification. Believer Military and Theological units in or adjacent to a Bastion of God heal every turn, even if they take other actions. If the city is conquered by the Lord's Believers, the Bastion of God will automatically become a Monument of Glory. One per city. This improvement is removed completely when pillaged.
UI: Monument of Glory
Unique improvement that cannot be built by builders. +6 faith, and this city ignores passive Religious Pressure from religions not founded by the owner.
UU: Faith Healer
Unique Theological unit that replaces the Guru and is cheaper to purchase. Requires a Holy Site (but no Shrine or Temple) to purchase. May heal Military as well as Theological units. Begins with 4 charges.
Agenda: We Must Dissent
Attempts to spread her religion as widely as possible and to conquer those who do not willingly adopt it, and is deeply distrustful of science. Likes those who actively purchase theological units of her religion and use them to spread that religion. Dislikes those who follow other religions or have high faith generation but don't spread her religion, and greatly dislikes those ahead of her in scientific progress.
Start Bias: None
C.E.O. Nwabudike Morgan!
Nwabudike Morgan: The Ethics of Greed
Units are 20% cheaper to purchase with gold when at war or harboring Grievances toward another civilization, and purchased units may move and attack immediately. Gain the special Philanthropy city project in any city with a Commercial Hub or Harbor; the project reduces the city's gold output by 50% while active, but gives Diplomatic Favor and Tourism and reduces all Grievances against Morgan Industries when completed.
Morgan Industries: Economic Miracles
Harbors, Commercial Hubs, Entertainment Districts and Water Parks gain +1 gold for each adjacent district, increasing to +2 with Mercantilism and +3 with Capitalism. Harbors and harbor buildings give Great Merchant points equal to their Great Admiral points. -1 Amenity and -5% to all yields in cities at or above population 4 that do not have a harbor or a commercial hub; -2 Amenities and -10% to all yields in cities at or above population 10 that are not within the effective range of an Entertainment District or Water Park.
UI: Casino Strip
Replaces the Seaside Resort and is available at Capitalism. Can be built on flat Grassland, Plains, Desert and Tundra, and not adjacent to another Casino Strip. Increases city Power Load by 1. +1 Amenity, +2 Gold, and +1 Great Merchant Point while powered. +1 gold for each adjacent City Center, Commercial Hub, Harbor, Entertainment District, and Water Park while powered. +2 gold for each adjacent Neighborhood with a Shopping Mall building while powered. Generates Tourism equal to its total Gold output.
UU: Morganite Caravan
Unique Trade unit that replaces the Trader. Has a longer effective range than a normal Trader, and moves twice as fast on already-built Roads. +1 gold bonus on trade routes for every unique civilization or city-state's territory passed through. Generates bonus Tourism each turn (equal to gold per turn) in civilizations the trade route passes through when sent from a city with a Casino Strip.
Agenda: Monopoly
Pursues trade deals and trade routes to maximize his gold output. Likes civilizations with cities in trade route range and leaders willing to cut trade deals that give him gold. Dislikes leaders who refuse to trade gold to him, and greatly dislikes civilizations with little gold to trade.
Start Bias: Rivers (strong)
Colonel Corazon Santiago!
Corazon Santiago: New Era of Glory
Gains a free melee unit of the strongest type available each time she recruits a Great General and a free naval melee unit of the strongest type available each time she recruits a Great Admiral.. Each time a unit kills an enemy (non-barbarian) unit with a higher base Combat Strength, gain 1 Era score. +4 Great General and Great Admiral points per turn during Golden Ages.
Spartan Federation: The Council of War
Each Envoy sent to a Militaristic city-state counts as two Envoys. +1 Amenity in every city from each Military City-State the Spartans are Suzerain of. Happy cities gain an additional +5% production and Ecstatic cities an additional +10% when constructing military units, Encampment and Harbor districts and buildings, or defensive structures. Happy and Ecstatic cities get no bonus to yields other than Food and Production.
UB: Command Center
Unique building that replaces the Military Academy. Land units trained in this city gain the Spartan Tactics bonus, giving them +10 combat strength when fighting outnumbered (A single unit fighting a corps or army, or a corps fighting an army).
UB: Maritime Control
Unique building that replaces the Seaport. Naval units trained in this city gain the Spartan Tactics bonus, giving them +10 combat strength when fighting outnumbered (A single unit fighting a fleet or armada, or a fleet fighting an armada).
UU: Shock Troops
Replaces the Infantry and is available at Rifling. Cheaper and weaker than Infantry (380 Production, 65 base Combat Strength), and no Strategic Resource cost or upkeep. +10 Combat Strength and +1 Movement during Golden Ages.
Agenda: Survivalist
Actively seeks to secure her territory and control nearby city-states, and strikes out actively against nearby threats. Likes civilizations that aren't threatening or are distant. Dislikes nearby civs that are building up militarily, or that wrest suzerainity of the city-states near her borders.
Start Bias: None
Academician Prokhor Zakharov!
Academician Prokhor Zakharov: For I Have Tasted the Fruit
University cities ignore passive Religious pressure. Military units may Evict other Civilization's Theological units from University territory. Evicting a unit returns it to its owner's nearest city, and removes 100 Religious Pressure from all nearby University cities. University cities which are not following any Religion gain +10% Science. May not construct Holy Sites or found a Religion.
University of Planet: In the Name of Progress
Building a University in a Campus with at least a +4 Adjacency bonus gives a free Eureka. Gain Great Scientist points each time a Eureka is triggered. Universities gain one Artifact slot, which gives three Science and three Tourism when filled.
UB: Experimental Laboratory
Unique building that replaces the Research Lab. +4 Science, with an additional +8 Science when powered. All Civilian slots in this Campus give +2 Science. -1 Amenity and -5 Loyalty in this city when powered.
UU: Field Researcher
Unique civilian unit available at National History. May be built once in any city with a University. Has one charge for extracting an artifact, which will then be placed in the University of the Field Researcher's origin city. Artifacts gained in this way cannot be swapped or stolen.
Agenda: Intellectual Integrity
Tries to maintain atheist cities and advance his scientific progress as much as possible. Likes other civs that are highly scientific and non-religious. Dislikes civs that have a dominant religion or low science gain, and greatly dislikes civs trying to spread their religion to his cities.
Start Bias: Mountains (strong)
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Respect Natsu Dragneel! (Fairy Tail)

Are we prepared to make an enemy out of the kingdom? The question is, are you bastards prepared to make an enemy out of Fairy Tail?

Natsu Dragneel

Natsu Dragneel, sometimes known as the Salamander, is a flagship member of one of the strongest and most infamous wizarding guilds around- Fairy Tail. While acknowledged for their magical prowess, Fairy Tail is also legendary for their boisterous, reckless guild culture and the huge amounts of property damage they regularly cause. Natsu may be just as loud and attention-grabbing as the rest of his guild, but one thing is for certain- more than anything else, he cares about those friends. And any bad guy who messes with his friends is going to get a flaming punch to the face courtesy of Natsu.
How to read this RT:
Multiple times in the end-of-volume Q&As, there are indications that anime-only content is canon to the manga story, such as here, here, and here. Thus, this RT will include anime-only content.
In the Tenrou Island arc, there is a tree on the island which increases the power of Fairy Tail guild members on the island (until its power was temporarily negated); Feats taking place on this island while the tree is still standing will be marked [Tree].


Fire Magic

Natsu, like most Fairy Tail characters, is a magic user. Specifically, he eats fire, then uses the consumed energy to charge up his own attacks - eating fire makes him stronger. Furthermore, his emotional state can affect his powers as well- stronger emotions empower his magic.
Striking Power (Scaling)
Striking Power (Objective)
Fire Power
Fire Absorbing


Agility (Scaling)
Agility (Objective)
Striking Durability (Scaling)
Striking Durability (Objective)
Durability (Other)
These feats are taken from throughout the series, since his intelligence doesn’t change much.

First Timeskip

After the Tenrou Island arc, there is a seven year timeskip. During those seven years, they were magically kept in suspended animation by a magical power, not aging a day. By author statement, the affected characters were no stronger afterwards than they were before the timeskip. However, for some characters, including Natsu, Ultear boosted their potential magical ability by allowing them to draw on deeper power reserves. These feats are taken from after this boost.

Fire Magic

Striking Strength (Scaling)
Striking Power (Objective)
Fire Power
Fire Absorbing


Striking Durability
Durability (Other)

Second Timeskip

After the Tartaros arc, there is another, one year timeskip.

Fire Magic

Striking Strength (Scaling)
Striking Power (Objective)
Fire Power


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