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#Great Blizzard
visit-new-york · 3 months
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The Great Blizzard of 1888, Madison Avenue and 40th Street, New York City.
The Great Blizzard of 1888, a winter tempest that battered the Atlantic coast of the United States from the Chesapeake Bay to Maine in March 1888, left an indelible mark in history. Inflicting over $20 million in property damage in New York City alone and claiming the lives of more than 400 people, including about 100 sailors, the blizzard was a catastrophic event along the Eastern Seaboard.
Following a mild winter, a convergence of a western snowstorm and a southern warm front gave rise to one of the most severe winter storms in American history. The onslaught commenced on the night of Sunday, March 11, with New York City accumulating 10 inches (250 mm) of snow by Monday morning. The storm persisted, eventually enveloping the city in a 22-inch (550 mm) snow blanket, while other regions experienced staggering accumulations of 40 to 50 inches (1,000 to 1,250 mm). Relentless high winds, coupled with temperatures well below freezing, intensified the perilous conditions. New York witnessed winds averaging 40 miles (65 km) per hour, gusting up to 80 miles (130 km) per hour, resulting in the destruction of power and telegraph lines and colossal snowdrifts reaching heights of 50 feet (15 meters).
Despite the escalating weather, many New Yorkers unaccustomed to blizzard conditions attempted to navigate the city for work. As the situation deteriorated throughout Monday, workers found themselves stranded on the streets, trains, elevated transit cars, and at their workplaces. With closures affecting shops, government offices, courts, Wall Street businesses, and even the Brooklyn Bridge, people sought refuge in overflowing saloons, hotels, and prisons.
The profound impact of the blizzard led survivors to gather annually until 1969 to commemorate its anniversary. Recognizing the vulnerabilities exposed by the storm, officials implemented measures such as placing power and telegraph lines, as well as public transit, underground. The Great Blizzard of 1888 became a transformative event that reshaped urban planning and disaster preparedness in the years to come.
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cymlea · 3 months
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Embark on a journey through time with the harrowing tale of the Great Blizzard of 1888 an infamous winter tempest that swept across the Atlantic coast, leaving an indelible mark on history. With New York City bearing the brunt, this catastrophic event inflicted over $20 million in property damage and claimed the lives of more than 400 people, including around 100 sailors.
Triggered by the convergence of a western snowstorm and a southern warm front after a mild winter, the blizzard unleashed its fury on the night of Sunday, March 11. By Monday morning, New York City was already buried under 10 inches (250 mm) of snow, with the storm intensifying to eventually blanket the city in a staggering 22 inches (550 mm). Other regions faced even more colossal accumulations of 40 to 50 inches (1,000 to 1,250 mm). Relentless high winds, plummeting temperatures, and destructive gusts reaching up to 80 miles (130 km) per hour compounded the perilous conditions.
The storm brought the city to a standstill, with closures affecting everything from shops and government offices to Wall Street businesses and even the Brooklyn Bridge. Despite escalating weather conditions, many New Yorkers, unaccustomed to blizzard conditions, attempted to navigate the city for work, resulting in countless individuals stranded on streets, trains, elevated transit cars, and at their workplaces.
In the aftermath, survivors commemorated the storm's anniversary annually until 1969, acknowledging its profound impact. Officials, recognizing vulnerabilities exposed by the blizzard, implemented transformative measures such as placing power and telegraph lines, as well as public transit, underground. The Great Blizzard of 1888 became a pivotal moment that reshaped urban planning and disaster preparedness, leaving an enduring legacy that echoes through the annals of history.
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coconi · 1 year
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I just finished Tulin's storyline and excuse me while I bawl about this game further cementing the fact that Revali made himself a Champion. He was no descendant of an ancient Sage nor did he have a loving family to train him (that we know of). There was no power destined to be his: he crafted his own version of wind control without any support or spiritual guidance and excelled at it and then he and the other Champions went into battle without the special helms, without a sacred tear/charm to further enhance his abilities, without the certainty of two rulers (and a sage from the future) with god-like powers that could back them up if things went awry. Because of this, the original Sages survived where the Champions did not.
Revali was doomed from the start and if he'd known he would've still honed his craft and piloted Medoh with his beak held high and I am in shambles about it
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nmzuka · 4 months
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Urth shattering battle between Blizzard and Diablo (pose based off a statue of Kong vs the V-Rex)
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namesareweird579 · 3 months
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So I was scrolling through tumblr one day and discovered at @ravewing 's fragariapathosis au, and it's so cool and me as a good oc owner am automatically legally required to horribly torture my oc's whenever I possibly can so here's some fanart
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genderfluid-druid · 4 months
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went out for a blizzard walk dressed for a single-digit windchill, when in fact it was just a very pleasant and mild 33°F. now sitting on the enclosed porch with my jacket off trying to bring my core temperature down from nuclear.
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barbaracleboy · 2 months
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This was probably just a me thing...but when I first saw the Great Dragon flying through the sky in Etrian Odyssey 4, I thought it looked like the goofiest thing in the world. I mean, under normal circumstances it's not that weird-looking, just a big red dragon, but, like...
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Look at it! It's not just me, right? This thing looks funny when it's flying like this! Barney-looking motherfucker, it's built like someone wanted to make Dragonite more badass but with the same proportions.
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cat-loving-elf · 17 days
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"The Fight" (part 2/2)
Abarant starts with a classic fireball
Scrumptious counters with an icicle
The Teal Mage places a fire wall
Lizzard's right now in a pickle
The opponent sees Lizzard's eyes bawl
The lizzer quickly summons an ice sickle
Quick counter, Abarant goes with flame crawl
Time for the Lizzard to use his big deal
As flames crawl up to him, he lets himself chill
And so, he casts the meta spell, great blizzard
Scrumptious the Lizzard, truly a great wizzard
But even the Roman Empire fell one day
And so The Great Lizzer Wizzer also may
Teal Abarant sees the blizzard, he thinks fast
He has a good idea, time for him to cast
His spell was or would have been "Time travel"
He goes back in time, what a marvel
As this spell only creates eternal loops
Resumes the earlier Fight of the two elite troops
Abarant replaced his earlier self with himself
When it again gets to the great blizzard
The Teal casts "Time travel", what a wizzard
The Fight is now looped, Abarant forever stuck
Nobody will win, nobody will loose, a tie, fuck
The hillside slowly will deteriorate
But Abarant saved lots of wizzers, no debate
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melien · 1 month
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𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚
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cannibalmutual · 2 months
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a story told in three parts
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SAGAU | Imposter AU
Part 1
You’re pretty sure that if there was an award for the most braindead, incomprehensibly stupid plan ever, you’d earn at least third place, because what else could you possibly call sneaking into Albedo’s camp on Dragonspine with the intent of rifling through his correspondence.
The smart part of your brain (see: the negligibly small part of your brain) tells you that Albedo has a very sharp sword and knows how to use it, and also has magic rocks that obliterate monsters on the regular, and is probably ready and willing to turn you into a red splatter against the cave wall.
The rest of your brain tells you that you’ve got to know what the hell is going on, and clearly you can’t just go around asking people because somehow your face is notifying them that you are to be killed on sight, regardless of what region you’re in. You would know. You have done extensive research.
(You couldn’t even make it past Mondstadt’s front gates. Covering the lower half of your face with a scarf didn’t work in Liyue, and you figured that covering your entire face would just make you more suspicious. You nearly lost your head, literally, when you teleported directly into Inazuma City, and the people of Sumeru weren't happy to see you, either. Even the smaller villages and towns, like Springvale or Konda Village, had guards who knew to try to apprehend you, and it was only your decision to stay within very close proximity to the teleport waypoints that kept your body blessedly free of stab wounds.)
Ergo, Albedo’s camp, which has a grand population of one (1) guy who probably would have to leave at some point. You’re pretty much banking on the possibility that Albedo would have received a letter or something that might explain what’s going on, because something has to be tipping everyone off about you and your apparently-very-killable face, right?
You… are also banking on the likelihood that Albedo is actually still on Dragonspine instead of stationed down in Mondstadt, but if that turns out to not be the case, then no harm, no foul, you can just figure out another plan.
So your current plan is to sneak into his camp while he’s not there and steal the contents of his mailbox, because you’re getting desperate and this is the only thing that you can think of.
It’s probably not your only option. It’s probably not even your best option; but it’s the only one you can think of, so.
Yeah.
You’re doing this.
Or, at least, you would be doing this if you hadn’t forgotten one teeny-tiny issue: the route from the nearest teleport waypoint to Albedo’s camp is interrupted by a broken bridge and a hundred-foot drop down the cliffside. The broken bridge that requires a wind glider to get across. That broken bridge.
Yeah.
You are so fucking mad.
So now, you’re crouching by the broken end of the bridge, staring at the wide gap and trying to figure out how steep the cliffside is (very) and whether or not you can kind of scramble across to the other side (definitely not), because there are no other waypoints on Dragonspine that you could feasibly get to the camp from without freezing to death in the meantime (you’ve checked the game map).
Maybe the waypoint by the exit to Starglow Cavern…? But it’s so far away, and you’re pretty sure that the path from there to the camp runs right past a Ruin Grader. Or was it a Frostarm Lawachurl?
You’re so focused on the map and the broken bridge and the increasingly tempting decision to just give up and try to break into the Favonius Headquarters instead that you don’t hear the footsteps coming up from behind you, near-silent under the whistling of the wind.
“Well, well, what do we have here?”
Alarm bells go off in your head, accompanied by all of the curse words in your vocabulary.
You’d been so anxious about being spotted all day that, as you whirl around to face whoever had snuck up on you, you expect to see ash-blond hair and a face belonging to the worst in-game model in Genshin Impact. Or, if you’re really unlucky (and you’re starting to consider yourself to be so), a nun.
Instead, you’re greeted by Kaeya and his fucking indecipherable smile, and you have to wonder if this is the worst case scenario.
You think he’s trying to look unthreatening; both of his hands are empty and in sight, held up like he’s placating a skittish animal, and he’s left a respectable ten feet of distance between you. Until now, you hadn’t realized how much you missed being greeted with a smile instead of a sword, but you did, so much that Kaeya’s was almost enough to get you to drop your guard.
You’ve read his character story, though, so it just makes you wary.
“You’re quite a ways from the nearest camp,” Kaeya comments, amiable as ever. His eye twinkles like a false star. “Without winter gear, too. You wouldn’t want to freeze out here, would you?”
That’s a fucking threat.
‘Yeah, it’s time to leave,’ you decide, before remembering that you need to be touching a waypoint to teleport and Kaeya is blocking the fucking way. In fact— you realize with rising panic— you’ve trapped yourself on the edge of the broken bridge, unless you want to drop a hundred meters into Wyrmrest Valley.
You’d bet that Kaeya knows it, too. He doesn’t even look cold. Bastard. Your hands are stiff and painful despite being tucked into your jacket, your entire face stings bitterly, and even breathing feels like you’re inhaling glass shards. You can’t feel your ears and you’re too afraid to check.
How long have you been away from the waypoint? Five minutes? Ten? Maybe Kaeya doesn’t even plan on doing anything more. Maybe he’ll just block you off from the waypoint until you freeze to death.
Shit. Shit shit shit.
You’re just fucking staring at each other, now, Kaeya with his knowing smile and you wondering if you can, like, trip him, or something. You don’t know. He has a sword and ice powers while you can’t feel your hands or feet. That’s what you get for being an isekai protagonist, you guess.
Christ. You’re going to die here.
Then-
Then-
Kaeya shifts his weight like he’s about to close the gap between you, and your fight or flight instincts kick in— and since you can’t run anywhere, you find yourself clutching an icy rock that’s probably hurting you more than it could possibly hurt him, frost-stiff fingers coming alive with pain. You don’t think that there’s enough strength in your arms to do much damage with it. You bare your teeth and think that they might suffice, if you can stomach the taste of blood.
“Get the fuck away from me, Kaeya,” you bite out, relieved when it comes out like a threat instead of a desperate plea. You scramble to follow up, wildly casting around for anything that’ll give you some leverage in this confrontation that doesn’t involve your usual go-to of threatening to have an intimate night with his father. You think that if you spill his secrets he will impulsively separate your head from your shoulders, so that’s out. “I literally have no fucking clue what’s going on.”
Well… that wasn’t going to gain you any leverage, but maybe it’ll score you some pity points?
And—
Kaeya laughs.
The sound is so jarring, so anticlimactic, that irrational rage sweeps over you. You want to punch his teeth in for having the audacity to laugh at you and giving you emotional whiplash. Instead, you hunker down against the cold and wait for him to stop.
He does, after a few seconds, wiping a fake tear from his eye (at least, you assume it’s fake. You aren’t that funny). “I must admit, you aren’t quite what I was expecting,” he muses. “I wonder… just what have you done to anger the gods?”
A laugh scrapes its way, unbidden, from your throat. Your everything hurts, you’re literally freezing to death, and honestly? You’re exhausted.
“Shit, man. I’d sure like to know, too.”
(Part 2/?)
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mildmayfoxe · 8 months
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successfully went to maine (to a very cute little town!!) to figure out my bank situation (should be all good 👍) and then had a very nice seafood lunch feat gorg sea views
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tastytofusoup · 15 days
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Really wish I'd titled my WoW Classic posts 'Vanilla WoW' instead.
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vixlenxe · 23 days
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The sad eyes group.
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mass-convergence · 1 year
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Oh ... so that image:
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Yeah this one?
This is from 2019.
I was wondering about that when the upper air maps were definitely not matching that particularly well.
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I mean the 06 UTC analysis still certainly looks like boobies so it's got that going for it.
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cat-loving-elf · 21 days
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"The tale of Scrumptious the Lizzard continues"
Scrumptious be destroyin sages
before him tremble great mages
that great blizzard's totally meta
unlike summoning a cheetah
Scrumptious likes the chicken tender
he becoming a Wizzer Council offender
lizzard wizzard rights defender
absolute unit and fight mender
he's destroying elder wizzards
with his multiple blizzards
winning every duel he starts
he doesn't split his magic into parts
he's all in for the great blizzard
I hope no counter is made by a wizzard
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