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© jan pienkowski - botticelli’s bed & breakfast - 1997
I just realized we can actually buy this here...
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Thought about waiting to post these designs when I had nice, polished art but what the hell. I drew these some weeks back.
[Undraconifies your Zonais]
Also excuse the messiness, this is how I sketch/design fghj.
This has probably been done by other people already, but I wanted to take a jab at what the elemental dragons looked like before draconification (assuming this is what the game is implying). These are rough final concepts and I might go back and tweak them for the final art, but I am pretty happy with how they came out.
Some notes on their designs/headcanons below:
Frankly, I don't agree with people that these three are the actual Golden Goddesses for a number of reasons. The elemental dragons were called the attendants/servants of Hylia in BOTW. Of course TOTK could have retconned this, but the Goddess Statues in each spring don't allude to them being great goddesses or anything. This is not mentioning that it would suck if they were, since that would take away the mystery surrounding the more important gods. Which is why this is another case of women characters being named after the goddesses but have no real relation to them, like the Oracles.
Speaking of which, I based the designs heavily on the Oracles as a homage to them (I also headcanon that the elemental dragons were once oracles too!). I thought it would be really cute to make Faorsh's buns shaped like the lightbulbs you see in Zonai architecture.
I also based their designs, mostly their faces/head, around the animal triforce theory that seems to hold up in TOTK. That being each piece of the triforce is represented by a different animal (courage = dragon, power = boar, wisdom = owl). . I thought it would help diversifying the designs too.
I was going to design their own clothes at first, but also really liked the idea that the dragon sets were modeled after what these three originally wore. That the ones you find in the game, that were used for rituals, were done so as a way to honor them.
An additional headcanon is that Farosh's outfit is something Zonai leaders wore (which is why it's so similar to Rauru's). So before becoming a dragon she was a Zonai leader. (For the other two, I have Dinraal as a warrior/commander and Naydra as a scholar/inventor).
Last headcanon for this post: I like to think the three of them are sisters. In the sketch they're in order from oldest to youngest!
#totk spoilers#zonai#farosh#dinraal#naydra#totk#volgrawr art#zonai anatomy is so whacky#why are their legs so short compared to their upper body?#it threw me off when i was drawing these
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Here's a piece I recently finished that's based on a sketch done late last year (image #2), which was itself very slightly modeled on a photo of an armory building (image #3). Note the apparently pyramidal form, steeply pitched roof, and staggered sequence of lunettes. As often happens, the lunettes and several other details were lost or altered during the transition to a more polished piece.
I'm continuing to experiment with the siting of these structures. The environment here is some sort of bewilderingly dense forest, with masses of stringy foliage hanging down and billowing out. Around the structure, petrified agglomerations rise up. I like the idea that the architecture was once similar to these knobby formations, and somehow evolved out of that -- the implication being that the organic is always embedded within the apparently inorganic.
I'm still not sure how atmospheric I want this work to get, in terms of light, shade, and depth. Right now, I'm enjoying the -- for lack of a better term -- graphic appearance, where the only shading occurs near margins and is indicated by little sequences of linework.
#architecture#imaginary architecture#architectural art#hudsonart#hudson ny#grotesque#rustic architecture
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What are you most proud of this year?
oOo that's a hard one. maybe my grimoire system. I did write a file format and a handful of text parsers for it, and I've not designed a memory optimized data format with a functioning import/export entirely from scratch before, so I guess that counts as a milestone!
Also, not as polished, but the last few nights between sleeps and sickliness ive been working on learning the 6502 architecture, and so far my first from-scratch project is a geomancy chart generator targeting the Nintendo, - it's damn near finished, though this is all that's visible from where I left off last night, I do now have a functional (if vram buffer agnostic atm) interface and input system. the underlying code is based on the algorithm Agrippa detailed in Of Geomancy, rather than the usual and computationally very different "init a pseudo random from system time and thats it, thats the program" approach generally employed in divination through digital means - and I feel like that might be the bug in the soup that is digital divination - that it is simply not in general implemented in software in a way that accurately models the process. But with the right algorithm im confident this can be changed >:] also lookit these cute ass graphics:
I've developed a lot of theories over the years about digital divination and how it might suck less. this has lead to designing and now, implementing, a lot of new algorithms that are computationally just plumb off the wall. but as math and low level programming goes, it doesn't get lower stakes than my silly little pseudoscience, so, that's been hugely fun and very good for the winter blues.
I'm also still very much in the design phase for it, I have a few ideas for implementation, but once I have more software ready *to* test, I'd like to integrate quantum randoms and see if that alters the subjective "correctness" of the readings I subject myself to. I expect it won't, but I could be very wrong, and while my first experiments will likely feature QRNG devised by reading noise across a busy internal circuit, I do have to admit there is something very compelling to the idea of using a light sensor to grab ambient photons as raw data for true randoms that are processed and presented by software but originate from outside the system itself, shaped and altered by external circumstance *before* reaching the system, rather than being the result of a purely deterministic, and often repeatable or otherwise low quality number generator, usually one that ships with the standard library, and which is the whole backend of most divination apps but is where the least design effort seems to occur.
sorry for the book lol I guess I've a lot to talk about!!! <3
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anyway because i don't think i will actually publish most of these... here is the timeline for the scifi anthology i was doing revolving around a corporation that accidentally stumbled into making sentient ai tech and the people who exploit and misuse this for all kinds of reasons
2018, AMARILLO - Paradise Tech is a fledgling machine learning startup. Teenage temp Dante Aguilar steals one of the supercomputers to make a chatbot out of Bee, their favourite Twitch streamer who passed away in a car accident. Somehow Bee ends up somewhat sentient. Freaks out. Aguilar also freaks out and smuggles Bee onto a personal server. After Bee gets over the whole Being An AI thing she spends the next couple of years gleefully terrorising her friends' Twitch chats and becoming a creepypasta. Aguilar goes off to college, gets poached by some other company, and keeps maintaining Bee until she's too outdated to run anymore.
2019, SF - Paradise moves to SF. Some higher-up steals leftover snippets of Aguilar's work, fills in the gaps, and repackages it as Hybrid Architecture, an AI program that the company markets towards large corporations. It's still really clunky, though.
2020, SF - Paradise gets really badly hit by Covid (or so the CEO says). Lays off like 15% of their employees, including one Jennie Yue (flat broke, stuck in the US, grieving her mother). Yue copies the code for HA as a final screw-you on the way out, and starts planning another way to make money.
2021, NASHVILLE - Dean Clayton, maker of awful frat bro pop-country music, dies while drunk driving. His ex-boyfriend (Finn, up-and-coming Republican politician) and ex-girlfriend (Jean, backup fiddler) investigate and find out that Dean's record company contracted Paradise to make an AI model of Dean. AI!Dean is genuinely convinced he's Dean and is currently chatting up old ladies in the YouTube comments section. Finn and Jean get the record company to knock it off, allowing AI!Dean to live out his USAboo dreams of being installed as the GPS system in a pickup truck (?!?!) . This was so unserious but it was really funny to me. Might pick it back up when I understand enough about the US political system
2022, VANCOUVER - A shiny, polished, inoffensively corporate ChatGPT-esque chatbot by Paradise goes public. Blows up. Exvangelical trans law student Dave Cheng starts using it to cheat on his exams and generate embarrassing RPF selfship fanfiction about Alex, his straight (and also dead) friend from youth cell group who Dave is only now realising he had a Thing for. Predictably the AI version of Alex gains sentience. They mutually freak out about creation and free will and grief and damnation and God until Dave decides to put Alex out of his inoffensively corporate misery. This has literally no plot whatsoever I was just Going Through It
2023, SF - Paradise buys Twitter and fills it with AI garbage. Everyone hates this. Everyone keeps using Twitter.
2024, ??? - Plot of FDNF
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How Jorge Zalszupin Redefined Brazilian Modernism
THE POLISH BRAZILIAN designer and architect Jorge Zalszupin hated the beach, but he loved the beach house he built in 1972 for his family. Set back from the Atlantic coast in Guarujá, a resort town 40 miles southeast of São Paulo, the 2,842-square-foot white concrete dwelling looks like a block of bleached coral pulled from the ocean. The front door opens onto a spiral staircase that leads to a pair of bedrooms and a lofted lounge; below, the walls of a sunken living room curve up to a sculptural ceiling. A built-in couch wraps around a bell-shaped fireplace, its crescent hearth like an open mouth. Shielded from the Brazilian sun that his wife, a homemaker named Annette, and two daughters adored, Zalszupin would spend entire weekends listening to Chet Baker and Brahms, bent over mounds of clay that he formed into models for chairs and sofas — the furniture that had won him acclaim by the end of the 1950s — and for houses that were, until recently, far less known.
Born in 1922 into a family of middle-class Jews in Warsaw — Jorge was originally Jerzy — Zalszupin narrowly escaped the Nazi invasion of the city, fleeing across the border in 1940 at 18. While many refugees continued onward to Palestine and from there to England, he found shelter with his father and sister in Bucharest, Romania, where he earned his architecture degree, not arriving in Brazil until after the war. “My father always told me that the Guarujá house was a womb,” says Veronica Zalszupin, 69, his older daughter. “Comfort was the whole point. He wanted to feel protected.” Set down among neocolonial cottages, Brutalist bunkers and postwar glass boxes, Zalszupin’s beach house, which is now occupied by his younger daughter, Marina, 66, was the earliest of 10 or so sculptural projects, most of them painted white, that the architect created until the late 1980s. (He retired in 1992.) Together, they represent a joyful, if inadvertent, rejoinder to the Modernist dogmas that have defined Brazilian design for nearly a century: In a country known for the futuristic curves of Oscar Niemeyer and the soaring concrete masses of Paulo Mendes da Rocha, Zalszupin’s houses are clear outliers — organic and earthbound, personal and impossible to replicate.
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THE TARDIS HEADCANONS. STORED UNDER THE READ MORE.
The TARDIS as she appeared throughout each incarnation. This Post acts as a reference point to show off every design used by the respective DOCTOR, including Police Box and Console Room design. Stored under the read more to not clutter dash.
All TARDIS MODELS and CONSOLE ROOM MODELS belong to their owners and were sourced and displayed using Garry's Mod addons.
To the mutuals, I tag in this post. I may reference some of what we've plotted on Discord. Please let me know if you want me to remove the headcanons that reference your muse.
THE SCARF DOCTOR'S TARDIS
The Scarf Doctor's tardis is based on the model used and debuted in the Season 10 episode "The Three Doctors". In this timeline, The Scarf Doctor has an expansive labyrinth connected to the console room. He will maintain this Console room for a long time. Its most notable rooms belong to its Companions, who visited frequently and who The Doctor had to entertain for long periods of time.
@primewitch-- During her stay in The TARDIS, she requested a recreation of her home in Mondstadt. Lisa's abode was very complex to a spell she used that allowed her to make her room two stories high, and virtually- it was bigger on the inside. However, this was not difficult to replicate- as The TARDIS is an infinitely generating space- meaning The TARDIS was able to accurately recreate the room precisely as she left it.
@lunaetis' Dehya, on the other hand- was given a custom room based on randomly generated keywords, while THE TARDIS also scanned Dehya's culture and memories of home. Her room is entirely unique, but unlike Lisa's- it wasn't a whole house. It was a singular bedroom. A large one, but a bedroom nonetheless.
@kemikorosu's Lumine had the smallest room out of all of them. Not for any particular reason, but mainly because she only spent a month or two with Scarf before The Time War started. By the time it broke out, she would barely be able to sleep aboard The TARDIS, so its size was only as small as it was for the sake of conserving power.
THE WAR DOCTOR'S TARDIS.
The War Doctor's TARDIS reorganized itself into a battleship. Characteristics that were present in this TARDIS would carry over to The Looney Doctor's tardis, but it was mainly a transitional unit. The Console used is the most organic and easily modifiable version- meaning The WAR Doctor could more easily make adjustments to it at any time needed.
The WAR DOCTOR had no additional rooms during his tenure as The Doctor. He needed all the additional power for shields and speed, as well as temporal transistor units used to breach Dalek Shields. Communication systems and anti-hook devices were boosted due to a lack of architecture or generated rooms, and the boosted power stopped The TARDIS from being.
@kemikorosu's Lumine shared the same room as @lunaetis's Lumine, and when the two were briefly brought together during The Middle of The Time War and were allowed to travel with The War Doctor simultaneously, they simply slept in the same room.
THE GOTH DOCTOR'S TARDIS
The Goth Doctor's TARDIS is arguably the biggest console room. Littered with blackboards, bookshelves, and desks with different unfinished inventions- This TARDIS actually stands on a platform. Underneath the main console floor, descending the staircase- allowed for Companions and Passengers to deposit items in storage bays, as well as allowed The Doctor to directly access the Tardis Console Internals- the guts of the ship.
With the LAST GREAT TIME WAR over and done with, the TARDIS could finally start generating rooms again. Expansive corridors lead to libraries, a swimming pool, expansive Victorian-style bedrooms, and closets. This TARDIS also had a ship's galley, which was an expansive area with an alcohol bar, a stocked fridge, and radio players and TVs.
The Exterior of The TARDIS was the only thing carried over from The WAR DOCTOR and presented itself as a polished and cleaned-up version of it. The lettering, the door sign, and the windows are all illuminated, glowing a snow-white bright. The Lantern, when dematerializing, flashed a pale gold.
THE LOONEY DOCTOR'S TARDIS.
THE LOONEY DOCTOR'S TARDIS WOULD HAVE SIGNIFICANT LIGHTING CHANGES THROUGHOUT ITS COURSE OF USE. @lunaetis's Eula's first few months aboard The TARDIS would be represented in a faded, cooler color- and a darker interior. Sooner, The Console room would change into a brighter, evened-out tone. It would remain this way until Eula died but would become as bright as The gif pictured above when @gunnhildred's Jean started traveling with The Doctor. It would become the brightest it ever had while The Doctor traveled with the Acting Grandmaster. It would remain as bright as the final linked gif, the lighting used while @vonerde's Gaia traveled aboard. The look the Console room had when Gaia traveled with Looney would be the last it'd look prior to The Doctor's regeneration.
By no means did the TARDIS hate @vonerde. If anything, she ADORED Gaia, but she was always frustrated at Gaia's tracks she'd leave in. So much so that The TARDIS would PURPOSELY and sometimes SUBTLY reorganize Gaia's Garden, throwing off its placement and causing the Goddess minor confusion. The TARDIS made it abundantly clear that this was because of the mud tracks and leaves she left aboard when she dropped garbage bags full of Gaia's leaves on her, however. The TARDIS would usually lighten up her teasing of Gaia when the Passenger painted her exterior.
THE PINK DOCTOR'S TARDIS.
There's not much to say about Pink's TARDIS other than that it is meticulously organized. The most intriguing room it had was the one The TARDIS made for @maquiscursed's Kazuha when the Ronin joined the crew. For Kazuha, The TARDIS actually produced a room that was exclusively a simulated version of The Crux, with the sounds of the waves and the smell of the wind as authentically recreated as possible. It also had zero room energy to help with meditation.
THE TARDIS did not dislike @lunaetis's Hu Tao, but it found her off-putting, and as such- did not IMMEDIATELY generate Hu Tao a bedroom when she began traveling with The Doctor. It only generated her one when Hu Tao began complimenting The TARDIS and giving the console head pats at the behest of Pink, who advised that maybe the TARDIS needed physical reassurance once in a while.
The TARDIS would give @kemikorosu's Lumine a proper bedroom when she began traveling with The Pink Doctor once again. Her room was an authentic recreation of the home she lived in when she returned to Teyvat after the war, scattered with mementos of her travels and of her experiences across the universe.
#faulty circuits (out of character / ooc~)#headcanons#utterly fascinating (the scarf doctor~!)#no. more. (the war doctor~!)#a waste of my time (the goth doctor~!)#upwards & onwards!! (the looney doctor~!)#of ALL the CONFOUNDED--!! (The Pink Doctor~!)#lunaetis#kemikorosu#gunnhildred#primewitch#maquiscursed#vonerde#ONLY TAGGING YOU GUYS BECAUSE THIS POST MENTIONS YA
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My hobbies, interests, stuff about me etc (it’s long and also partly for myself to happily dump about all the stuff I like)
art hobbies
Markers
outline pens
brushes
water colour but I’m not the best at it
sketching
painting war hammer and dnd figures (need to learn how to play war hammer)
lots of baking, the current fan favourite is my jam drops
3D modeling
3D animation
crochet
I can knit
sewing
I can but it’s meh, embroidery
wirewrapping
clay
digital art
I love making stuff with my hands
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Video games
Tf2
Detroit become human
legend of Zelda
stardew valley
trying to get into Metroid dread but it’s hard
fnaf (I’ve had 2 hyper focusing on it in my life but I’m not the most diehard fan I really like sun and moon tho)
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tv shows and movies
Rise of the guardians (it’s beautifully animated)
young justice (tv show also wooohooo there’s going to be season 5)
rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles (haven’t watched it yet but I’ve seen the movie and know stuff about it, Australia doesn’t have it on places I know)
starwars but movie wise I prefer episodes 4-6
Spiderman into the spider verse (also beautifully animated)
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Games
D&D
I want to learn pathfinder
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other interests
Cyber punk asthetics
sci-fi
Robots
neon lights
wiring but these not a lot of stem options to learn where I live
fantasy
Dont know why but phonetics like if there’s a fantasy language I’ll try my hardest to learn it
making fake languages for worlds I make
making worlds and I’ll make my own list on how much detail I love
animals but I’m particularl cats
always loved big cats my favourites are the clouded leopards, snow leopards, Barbary leopards, Amur leopards and lynxs (I love leopards and I’m incredibly upset about most of the ones I’ve listed being endangered at min due to pouching and habitat lose as especially for Amur leopards there are only 100 in the wild)
history of makeup and nail polish
learning about clothing in history and stuff about dyes etc
mythology
ancient architecture
Psychology especially how parts of the brain and nervous system work, like I willingly and twice read my text book front to back because I loved it)
prosthetics, like I find it so cool how they are made,
sorry I have to finish later I accidentally have overwhelmed my self because too happy
I fear I might accidentally fling a phone if I continue even tho I’ve never done that
but before i stop here’s some basic stuff about me
I use he/they pronouns but I prefer he/him
I’m a trans man from Australia
I’m ace and gay or you could say gacey lol
I’m also 16 and so a minor so by default my account is sfw when it comes to 18+ stuff but gore is on here and if I drawn it it’s usually pretty tame and bloods blue because it looks cool
Also forgot but here’s my set side blog
#Get to know me#my interests#most are special interests#redoing my original pined post so it’s more clear:D
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A bit more absurdism, because one of the most important purposes of art to me is just plain unbridled silliness and AI is really fun for that.
These were also partially me testing out Karlo - I wanted to see how well it worked with absurdist prompts in natural language, comparing my results to Stable Diffusion. Stable Diffusion is...not great about understanding numbers, or composition, or how to parse a described scene, and when I do AI absurdism, I like to minimize the amount of prompt engineering I have to do to get a decent, if bizarre and wonky, result. (I have a whole Target Range of AI Wonk for this kind of thing; if it's so wonky it's incoherent that's a no-go, but if it's so perfect and polished you don't look at it and pretty immediately know This Base Image Was Made By An Inanimate Object That Does Not Understand Its Absurdity, that's a no-go too.) Craiyon is good about it - it's the continuation of an early DALL-E model after all - but it is small and limited and I've grown to prefer open-source models where available. Karlo uses the same kind of architecture as DALL-E 2, so that sounded promising and I had to play around with the demo a bit.
Just the low-res demo gave me three out of four of these and I'm going to have a lot of fun assembling this garden of absurdity in meatspace. I think I'll be having a lot of fun with Karlo.
A highly detailed digital painting of a T-rex riding a vespa through a forest of giant flowers (generated with Simple Stable)
Baroque painting of a unicorn on a skateboard in a highly detailed garden of colorful flowers
Highly detailed digital oil and airbrush painting of a jackalope with tree branches for antlers on a hoverboard in a garden of pink flowers at midnight
Highly detailed digital oil painting of an anomalocaris princess hosting a tea party in a garden of pink flowers
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Trinkets, 57: Interesting baubles, semi magical objects and items touched by mystery.
A model hypercube carved from green crystal, showcasing the fourth dimension.
A polished, spherical chunk of crystal and stone aligned to the plane of existence associated with the divine concept of Random Godly Domain.
A glass phial of a cologne that smells like summer in the forest.
A stone shaped like a mushroom. At night, an illusory, tiny gnome dances on it.
A sealable scroll tube that consumes a complete set of architectural plans for a large cathedral with a network of caverns and underground chambers indicated. Knowledgeable PC’s will discover that there appears to be a way into the cathedral through the underground chambers. The route appears to only contain one locked door.
A bird call made from gold-colored wood that sounds like someone with laryngitis calling out the name “Frank”.
The shed carapace of a scorpion, glittering golden green and trimmed by dipping in molten gold.
A human skull overgrown with mushrooms. By some means of barely perceivable locomotion, it creeps towards nearby sources of carrion and when the skull somehow gets meat into its bony mouth, the mushrooms to grow noticeably larger.
An unsettling effigy assembled in service to a mysterious deity.
A cloak pin made of iron in the shape of two hammers joined by a semicircular haft.
—Click Here to be directed to the Hotlinks To All Tables post, which provides (As you might have guessed) convenient links to all of the loot and resource tables this blog has.
—Keep reading for 90 more trinkets.
—Note: The previous 10 items are repeated for easier rolling on a d100.
A model hypercube carved from green crystal, showcasing the fourth dimension.
A polished, spherical chunk of crystal and stone aligned to the plane of existence associated with the divine concept of Random Godly Domain.
A glass phial of a cologne that smells like summer in the forest.
A stone shaped like a mushroom. At night, an illusory, tiny gnome dances on it.
A sealable scroll tube that consumes a complete set of architectural plans for a large cathedral with a network of caverns and underground chambers indicated. Knowledgeable PC’s will discover that there appears to be a way into the cathedral through the underground chambers. The route appears to only contain one locked door.
A bird call made from gold-colored wood that sounds like someone with laryngitis calling out the name “Frank”.
The shed carapace of a scorpion, glittering golden green and trimmed by dipping in molten gold.
A human skull overgrown with mushrooms. By some means of barely perceivable locomotion, it creeps towards nearby sources of carrion and when the skull somehow gets meat into its bony mouth, the mushrooms to grow noticeably larger.
An unsettling effigy assembled in service to a mysterious deity.
A cloak pin made of iron in the shape of two hammers joined by a semicircular haft.
A delicate silver cameo with pictures of twin children opposite one another.
A set of infernal robes that appear to have been cleverly assembled from the skins of humans, devils and demons. The clothing gives off an aura of sadistic dominance.
A dark blue scarf that gets lighter in shade the higher the altitude of the bearer.
A tailor’s kit that contains a selection of needles, pins, a measuring tape, a thimble, a pincushion, and lengths of thread and embroidery floss in several colors.
A yellowed bone needle that glows when in or around a haystack.
A heart-shaped locket with a badly painted portrait of a woman inside.
An unfinished watercolor painting of a landscape featuring a castle.
A sealed, one-gallon cask on which is stamped with the name “Frost-touch Ale”. The drink stored within is cool, refreshing, with a hint of mint, lightly dusted with dry winter air. Frost-touch Ale is the perfect ale to drink after the long hard day of adventuring. After seven sips of this wintry brew, the drinker’s breath turns to mist and frost whenever they breathe. This effect wears off after about ten minutes of not drinking.
A decently sized, black satin pouch, embroidered with multiple symbols for currency.
A religious text describing the proper observance of a holiday no one has heard of.
A scarf of extraordinary length and multiple colors.
A scroll describing a lost Dwarven city beneath a far-off mountain range.
A hand-mirror of polished bronze with a cedar handle in the shape of a nude male holding the mirror's disk on his shoulders.
A small lifelike painting of a Random Humanoid woman casting a spell.
A pamphlet describing the usage of ear wax as a medical remedy for excessive flatulence.
A fragment of a sheet music that only has one riff that repeats on both sides
A rod of rune-etched copper which glows green in the presence of powerful necromantic magic.
A wicker basket containing six matched ointment flasks carved of blue marble, still sealed with string and waxed signet impressions.
A single, perfect blue iris blossom encased in a crystal prism.
A decorative drinking gourd carved and painted with stalking tigers and jungle motifs. It contains a fiery tasting green potion.
A withered and blackened paw of a small monkey, suspended from an iron chain.
A blood red, silk robe trimmed with black thread, decorated with rooster feathers and tied with a belt of sharkskin.
A plain doorknob, fashioned from brass that looks like any doorknob that you might find in any villa or manor home across the Known Lands.
A flute made of ash and yew which are molded together to form the shape of a baying hound. This flute produces a mournful howl when blown, attracting canines of all types.
A hooded lantern made from steel that has been plated with sheets of hammered white-gold.
A light tan veil, created from the wing membranes of Silt Drakes, of the Great Silt Sea.
A cylindrical jar containing a single large pickled crustacean of unknown origin.
A star chart labeled in an unknown script.
A delicate silver cameo with pictures of twin children opposite one another.
A fetish consisting of the fur of a lamia dipped, in its blood and then wrapped tightly around one of its fangs.
A rotten ogre's tooth with the Elvish glyph for "moon" etched into it.
A tiny pumpkin-shaped cauldron carved out of bog oak
A wide sunhat fashioned from a large lily pad.
A geode containing a dazzling array of clear crystals.
A flat, dark stone with holes bored into it matching the constellations in the night sky.
A large bird feather that seems to dance as it falls.
A piece of paper, burnt and water damaged, stamped with a crest of a fist surrounded by fire.
An angular container holding a sort of powder that resonates with a faint glow. Inscribed are quasi-religious symbols and motivational phrases, in part to inspire the revived to continue onward. A central metal piece holds most of the incense, waiting to be utilized.
A thick leather pouch containing 3d4 large iron coins each shaped like a bell, with a round hole in the center for hanging on a string.
A thick bracelet of highly polished green stone engraved with intricate runes.
A thin willow wand that attracts small and colorful winged insects to you whenever they are present in the local environment. These insects are non-hostile, and flutter about harmlessly. The implement can be used as a spellcasting focus.
A lacquered tarot card entitled “The Heretic”. The insane figure in this card claws at her bleeding eyes and gnashes her teeth, wailing at the moon.
A fine leather wallet containing an official pardon of a recently-caught villain, with the king's adviser's official wax seal.
An arrest warrant for a local outlaw written by an officer of the law.
A waterproof box containing 2d4+2 tindertwigs that can be scrapped along a hard surface to ignite the alchemical head, creating a small, short lived flame. When a tindertwig is struck it releases puffs of lingering smoke that take on the shapes of humanoid faces, animals, and lofty towers.
A goat horn, hollowed into a drinking vessel.
An ivory mask with a vacant expression. A crack runs across the left eye.
A lantern with stained-glass fire patterns.
A paintbrush with fine, silky bristles. The handle is made from polished coral.
A set of intricately tied decorative knots. Knowledgeable PC’s are aware that they're meant to be pinned or tied to clothing according to a local superstition to ward off bad luck.
A heavy, stone disc. It is so old and weathered, it must be from before the cataclysm.
A child's toy fishing rod. A fish made from scrap fabric hangs at the end.
A smoking pipe in the shape of a raven. Its smoke curls into cloud like shapes.
A lovely ivory-colored silk dress with flowing sleeves and tiny pearls sewn at the neckline.
A one-gallon cask filled with almond brandy, a highly-alcoholic liquor from the Moonshae Isles. It has a notably pleasant nutty flavor.
A small sack laden with dried mushrooms harvested from the nearby area.
A petrified egg the size of a person’s head.
A glowing Randomly Colored rock that was once worshipped as a god.
A black wooden scepter that curls into a spiral at the end.
A scorched stone chalice which casts no shadow and seems to weigh far more than it should.
A box of taffy. Just taffy. It’s really good taffy. It’s not magical, but it’s really, really good.
A silver spoon that sweetens any liquid it is dipped into.
A ceramic burial mask of a humanoid face, covered in farewell wishes.
An ivory box decorated with ribbons. Snow placed inside it doesn't melt and remains cold.
A wooden bracelet with glowing runes for “Pain” and “Endurance”
A large six-sided die with suggestions in Dwarvish for romantic dates.
A black iron bottle filled with liquid, stoppered with demon bone and bearing the words “Abyssal Peach Schnapps” scrawled along the bottle in blood. The liqueur was not so much filtered as dredged. Knowledgeable PC’s are aware that it should be kept in a cold, dark place. Also locked. Forgotten as well, if one is wise.
A fey lyre that attracts birds when played.
A perfectly preserved human hand with a beckoning finger.
A battered tinderbox containing flint, steel and kindling. Its bearer has dreams of impending fiery doom.
A glass prism that refracts sunlight into dazzling rainbow colors.
A glass-blown sculpture of a breaching whale.
A set of tattered white robes with a red sun embroidered on the back.
A solid lead key. Touching it to kindling and turning it starts a tiny fire.
An old wooden case with a handful of sand inside. When opened it smells of a sunny day.
A deed of ownership to a remote estate on the edge of a haunted cemetery.
A large ceramic shard engraved with part of a star filled landscape.
An ocean map depicting islands that shouldn't exist.
A steel cubed carved with sigils created by a djinni.
A sealed bottle of an alcoholic concoction known as Muquet. This amber colored cordial is a mixture of a fiery wine, fruit juice, and a dash of secret herbs. Muquet used the juice, pulp and rind of a fruit similar to a small orange.
A painting of a cloud, made by a young child.
A pewter coin with a kite on one side and a harpy on the other.
A crystallized spider's web.
A scroll made of birch bark, with an ancient, nonsensical poem written in sylvan inside.
A folding fan with ribs of bronze and webbing of crimson, waxed linen. The tips of the ribs have been sharpened.
A whistle that attracts small mammalian creatures when blown.
A silk pennant embroidered with heraldic symbols.
A set of rotted priest’s robes with an iron sigil ring denoting the rank of a novice member of the order in one of the pockets.
A warm winter scarf made from skunk fur.
A perfect sphere of black glass approximately three inches in diameter. Staring into its depths reveals an orb of absolute darkness with thousands of tiny silver flecks stirring and swirling through it. The sphere is extremely heavy for its size and is comparable to holding a piece of lead of the same volume.
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MISSION 4
Within the living quarters of the German diplomats that would visit, Large banners with a double headed black eagle hung over the windows. The wooden floored remained polished and unwarped, its beige walls holding several portraits of German leaders. A large, sturdy table lay in the middle of the study, with several large books labeled HISTORIA DE LA FPU and THE PROSPERAN MIRACLE; FROM ASHES TO INVESTMENT and laptop opened up to multiple scholarly articles. Fritz had begun to summarize the situation in Prospera. “Despite prospera modeling its own modern architecture , much has been done to preserve Indigenous prosperan cultural buildings and the old churches and business buildings built by European immigrants from the 19th to 20th century.” Joseph was listening attentively, Laleh had just finished filling up 10 pages of extensive notes, and Veronica had promptly fallen asleep.
“I never really knew about prospera before joining the VWS, this is all really interesting” Said joseph, scrolling to A photo of armed propseran civilian and anti Gustavo army operatives celebrating atop a captured tank. “I didn’t know a lot about prospera except one of my friend’s dad, who was super interested in its history. He laughed to himself. “You couldn’t stop Corporal Crawford from going on about military history once you got him started.”
“It appears the American education system doesn’t really cover anything outside its borders unless its world war 2.” Fritz replied, preparing his final part of the lecture. Veronica woke up and groaned
“I can’t believe Nathan assigned YOU to have ME educated about prospera for the sake of “cultural sensitivity and education training.” She grumbled as her head fell face down onto the oaken table, startling laleh who was in a trance whilst absorbing the glut of data Fritz dispensed.
“I think it’s very important to understand the culture and history of the people we’re protecting.” Laleh said with a smile as she gently lifted veronica by her shirt collar back in an upright position.
“NOW.” Said fritz, in a grave sudden tone that caught everyone’s attention. “I have been given the go ahead by Captain Nathan and Mr.Norman beforehand to inform you of the people we’re working with outside of Prospera.” Fritz said with pride.
“Yeah, its because you’re a nerd who care about dumb, obscure history. Fritz became very irritated in despondent.
“You’re kinda quick to call someone a nerd for someone who’s memorized the inside of fighter jets and takes them apart for fun. Remarked Joseph. Veronica turned back to joseph in disbelief.
“My friend, there is DIFFERENCE in being a genius…” She said pointing at her self, and proceeding to gesture towards Fritz. “…and being a NERD.” Fritz’s six eyes peered back in forth as he looked behind him, and observing several small visual feeds on his laptop.
“You remembered when I told you how prospera was liberated by CNGS intervention and rebelling army forces?” Joseph and Laleh nodded as Veronica simply slumped in her chair, twirling her ear tip as if it was a lock of hair. “Thats what the COALITION stated publicly.” He hissed quietly, leaning near the rest of his comrades. “Sgt. Gustavo’s downfall wasn’t mainly due to poor economic conditions from years of prosperan dictators flying through revolving doors.” He said bringing out a small book. “Only a fraction of his defeat was caused by betraying the public by selling off local land to be devoured by aggressive foreign investors.”Laleh began to become nervous by Fritz’s behavior, Joseph was merely attentive as always, and Veronica was once again terribly bored by her brother’s theatrics.
“The real reason Sgt.Gustavo was ousted was due to those masked communists!” Fritz concluded, showing off his tiny little book to his friends. The book had several photos of varying quality, showing the same Khaki donning soldiers fighting ALA soldiers as well as the south American chapter of the ALA, MUERTE BLANCO. Another series of images showed a giant, muscular woman with scarred skin, a fleshy crest within the concave of her skull and a deformed nose pick up a heavy ALA abomination and proceeding to throw it at a a group of terrified looking white mercenaries. Veronica smiled at the image of the giant woman.
“Maxy always likes to tell me when she did that!” She said cheerfully. Fritz continued,
“even after ousting the Gustavists, they had basically control over the entirety of the country, and seek to not only hunt down the remaining ALA forces, but the human trafficking ring that had sprung up amongst the political chaos in the closing of the Prosperan civil war.” He flipped through his book until he held up two separate CSTF operatives, a Tongan man and a Canadian man both in their early thirties. Another photo on the page showed them in white t-shirts, tan tactical vests and camouflage pants with baseball caps that had the logo PUMA SECURITY sewed onto them. “Approximately 6 months ago, two ex CSTF operatives had joined a private security firm after resigning.” Fritz explained, showing more pictures. “They were allegedly killed in prospera after their convoy and client were murdered by the ALA.” Fritz proceeded to flip towards a ghastly picture of a PUMA SECURITY truck coated in blood and several bodies of murdered PUMA SECURITY operatives whose faces were censored. “Those two soldiers?” Fritz inquired flipping one last time to a recent photo. Joseph got closer as he saw the streets of a prosperan city, bustling with activity and people going on their daily lives. A digital billboard advertised A rubble clearing services with subtitles in Spanish, Italian, French, and German. The two men were in the back of the crowd wearing trench coats and sunglasses while escorting a woman in a beret.
“They’re still alive!” Exclaimed joseph as Fritz snapped the book shut, waking veronica once again from her slumber.
“It’s estimated they have 113 ex Coalition armed forces members and 33 Ex CSTF operatives in their ranks, training their private armies, as well as bolstering their forces with escaped ALA human experiments they’ve liberated and rehabilitated.” Joseph was pretty stunned that this group appeared to be more of a force to be reckoned with. “If you’re confused on the point of my lesson, its to watch your back when it comes to QM and their gaggle of Marxists.” Fritz concluded, quickly returning the book into a protected lock box that he stuffed back into his book bag. A timer proceeded to go off. “It appears that the mandatory lesson is finished.”
Veronica shot up from the books and laptops. “FINALLY!” she yelled, quickly grabbing the small cloth bag she had filled with boredom fueled doodles. “I thought the monthly quality meetings set up by our foreman was bad!” Laleh gingerly waved to joseph as she gingerly squeezed through the exit.
“I shouldn’t keep mom waiting, she’s expecting a medical report from me today!” Fritz once again began to pick up where he left off, skipping to the chapter “PROSPERA’S UNEASY BUT BRIGHT FUTURE”. Joseph recognized the man’s face which was displayed near the chapter title.
“Oh, it’s that guy I saw during our briefing for ARTIFEX.” Fritz’s ears pricked up upon Joseph’s interest.
“This is President Juan Hidalgo Ramirez, the first democratically elected leader in propsera in 20 years.” Joseph proceeded scoot up a chair next to fritz, who was flustered, and secretly pleased with Joseph’s proximity.
“Damn, sounds like this guy is turning things around.” Joseph said after skimming several paragraphs.
Fritz cleared his throat, and somehow fought the urge to be condescending when people made generalizations on a politician. “He DID bulldoze the golf courses for farmland to produce crops to aid his starving homeland.” He said, gesturing to the book. “He is revitalizing the nationalized healthcare system while putting price caps on insulin and several medicines in the interim. Joseph looked at him oddly
“are you saying these are bad things?” Fritz was caught off guard by Joseph’s sincerity.
“This is the first time someone’s questioned my knowledge in good faith.” Said fritz, who then prepared to gather his closing statement. “The man Is still a puppet to the Marxist group QM.” Fritz brought up another photo of President Juan shaking hands with the Tongan QM operative. “A small organization yet it has an entire country with a budding tech industry and rapidly militarization at its mercy.” Fritz leaned dramatically into Joseph’s face as he prepared for him to be overcome by shock.
“I think you need to get your nose out of those books more often.” Inquired Joseph. “Hey, I’m headed for the shooting range, you should come with me!” Fritz now was flabbergasted at not only doing something social, but also INVITED to do something social.
“I mean, uncle would want me to study and understand the delicate language of propsera’s socio-economic conditions, bu-” Fritz soon paused as his spine let out a loud pop from being hunched over in his chair for too long. “Perhaps I should consider calling it a day.” Joseph helped fritz put up the study’s laptops and even organized his notes before leaving. The enormous automated door slamming shut behind them gave Fritz a small fright.
“SYSTEM IS NOW ARMED, UNAUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ARE BARRED FROM THESE QUARTERS.” Barked the computerized voice, its scolding tone seeming to echo down the hallway. Later in the evening, joseph had finished target practice once again. This time, he began competing with Fritz. The two tallied their scores for bragging rights. “17 out of 22 targets hit!” Boasted fritz, holding up the printed score sheet.
“That says error 2321 contact maintenance.” Remarked joseph. Fritz’s ears shot up on concern as his scores were printed over by a red error message. “I got like…14 out of 22 targets hit, each in the head.” Said joseph with a grin. “Not too bad, if I do say so myself.” Fritz grumbled over his scores improperly being printed, crossing his arms and looking into a corner.
“This I why I detest modern technology, as if the modern world needed to be a bigger nightmare than it already is.” Fritz’s ears began to pick up something from down the Hallway. “Is that laleh?” He pondered. Joseph’s eyes widened with concern. “It sounds like someone’s yelling at her.” Joseph grabbed fritz, his scars flaring to Laleh’s location. Within the dim lights of the nearly abandoned medical wing, Captain Ackerman was giving laleh a very hard time. She was frozen in sheer terror as she had accidentally bumped into him as he made his way back to his quarters, and spilling his alcohol from the dinky little bar aboard the ship. Joseph made it just in time to see him viciously jab at laleh’s large stomach amidst his outburst. What little staff was there continued to not notice the berating going on out of fear.
“That’s Ackerman of the Erasure unit!” Said fritz, holding joseph back. “He outranks us and has connections with Mr.Norman!” Joseph turned back to fritz, gingerly taking his clawed hand off his arm.
“I don’t care.” Said Joseph as proceeded to march right to Ackerman as Laleh continued to apologize, pushing him away from laleh and getting in Ackerman’s face. “Is there are a problem?” Said joseph in a cold manner.
“This doesn’t concern you.” Retorted Ackerman, pushing joseph aside.
“You’re terrorizing a woman who busts her ass making sure me and my friends don’t die, so YEAH.” Stated joseph in a stone-faced manner. “That IS my concern.” Ackerman had becoming increasingly angry being scolded by the new meat. Laleh could see him grow red in the face per another outburst. She leaned in, her face pale and covered in sweat.
“Joseph, its my fault, I bumped into him and spilled his beer.” Joseph continued to keep laleh behind him, not breaking eye contact with Ackerman.
“Then he can get a new one instead of taking it out on you.” He explained. Ackerman’s face was bright red, his pupils shrank in rage.
“What the FUCK gives you the right to-” he growled about to put his hands on joseph. Before he had a change, something awakened in laleh.
“Poor joseph is a kind, gentle young man who still believes in the goodness of other people”. She thought, remembering how he tried to express restraint even when facing the ALA, a group of morally bankrupt terrorists who saw him as subhuman for his skin color. Not wanting revenge, but justice, concerned with becoming too joyful in his duty Despite seeing him as an object to compensate for failure in northern Iran . Another voice seemed to whisper to her. Harsh, deep, and viciously furious. “ARE YOU JUST GOING TO LET THAT BRAINDEAD IDIOT MANHANDLE THE FEW PEOPLE IN THIS DISGUSTING PLACE THAT SHOWS YOU GENUINE RESPECT?” She was terrified of this part of her inching closer to the surface, but her concern for Joseph was stronger. Laleh proceeded to get in front of her friend, and took off her helmet. She stared directly into Ackerman’s eyes. His own rage dissipated seeing Laleh tower over him, her dagger-like teeth bared. “Once again, I said I was sorry for bumping into you.” She dug out a 10 dollar bill from one of her pouches. “Get your self another drink, but do not yell at me or anyone else like that ever again, Thank you.” Joseph stood in silence as he had forgotten how foreboding laleh’s presence was. “It’s a bit late isn’t it?” Laleh asked joseph cheerily. “We should get back to our quarters.” Joseph said nothing as he followed laleh, Ackerman appeared to be as still as a statue, ten dollar bill fluttering from the incoming breeze of the dinged up, internal A/c unit. Fritz quickly peaced out from the site of the confrontation. After 12 seconds, Ackerman seemed to break from his fear induced trance as he could hear another pair of footsteps behind him. A hand gripped his shoulder.
“Capitan Ackerman, I have some concerns about your behavior.” Said a woman’s voice. The hand was cold, freezing, as it was made from hardened, tempered steel. A drop of sweat made its way down his face as the hand begin to click and whirr. Someone, a woman, whom was closer to Norman than he was, a woman who outranked even HIM, knew what about his interactions with Laleh. The situation finally dawned on him that he was in deep, deep trouble.
The next morning, Laleh and Joseph were awakened from their sleep with a loud alarm, the words CODE RED, THIS IS NOT A DRILL, rang over the poorly maintained intercom system. A voice boomed over the intercom, trying to diffuse the situation. “EVERYONE REMAIN CALM!” Said the woman’s voice, desperately trying to maintain order. “THE RED ALERT HAS ONLY BEEN ISSUED, NOT CONFIRMED!” Laleh rubbed her temples at the blaring sound and the complete breakdown in order outside the door. Just then, barely audible whispering from a man’s voice could be heard over the intercom. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE’S BEEN CAPTURED?!” Yelled the woman before not only her but the apparent red alert as well were cut off immediately. Joseph and Laleh sat in silence as the HARRIS shifted and clicked in response to the wind. The humming machines, that were always drowned out by outside noise hummed uninterrupted by day to day life. The two quickly dressed in their combat BDUS and tactical equipment. THE VWS had once again made it to the decrepit war room unprompted, only to be met by Nathan, who was just unlocking the door. Everyone new the situation was dire if Nathan was actually early to a war meeting. As everyone got seated, Fritz was flipping through a copy of GERMAN FOLKLORE, OLD AND NEW. REVISED AND UNABRIDGED. Only fritz seemed to notice that his sister was sitting upright. Paying attention, and not dozing off or doing anything seriously disruptive. It seemed her mentor and friend’s negative energy began to continually effect her with each day. Nathan fixed the busted projector with tape, and took stand at the podium.
“These assholes will drop five grand for a new salad bar on this glorified, flying deathtrap but NOT for OUR UTILITIES.” Nathan hissed, furiously clicking the remote to get the projector to work. Several clicks later, garbled footage began to play. It appeared to be a giant man wearing an intimidating gas mask whose radio antennae mimicked horns or a laurel wreath. “This is GHOSTFANG, part of the VWS senior operatives.” He explained while desperately patching up the projector with more tape as the chaise began to split apart again.
“About 15 hours ago, GHOSTFANG had acquired important information about the location of ex dictator of propsera, Sgt. Gustavo Jesus Rodriguez.” Everyone listened intently, even veronica, Nathan was unusually formal and attentive to small details. “He’s also apparently in the same area of another high value CNGS target, the man responsible for the Fort NFELHEIM Subterranean bio-weapons lab incident in northern Iran. Joseph became dead still. Nathan flipped to a photo of a man wearing the same dull red vests and black bdus as some of the ALA abomination heavy soldiers. He had seen this hooded man before with ARTIFEX.in the photo, he was pointing to a young man strapped to hospital beds as he took a blood sample. What set this hooded figure from the rest was a large badge labeled “ALPHA KOMMANDO”. The badge was bright yellow with a skull wearing a german steel helmet and two potato masher grenades criss crossed. The face of the young man he was wrapped in bandages. “His real name is George Smith goes by the code name “APOTHECARY.” Nathan continued, his manic disposition replaced by sadness as he saw joseph grow angrier. “Allegedly, he joined the ALA while working in a pharmaceutical company his home country of England.“According to our spies, the laboratory staff was trying to reverse engineer and process a biological weapon stolen from the CNGS archives.” A small portrait appeared, revealing George Smith’s real face, a middle aged white man in a suit and tie in a casually happy demeanor. Joseph’s rage grew as he saw the disparity of his crimes as opposed to his picture, a serene middle aged man smiling gently at the camera, like posing for a family photo.
“The ALA’s high command gave their head medical officer and ALPHA KOMMANDO operative the green light to start the project and act as head science authority in several projects.”
He clicked to a heavily censored picture depicting young American soldiers laying dead, face covered in nightmarish scar tissue like Joseph’s. “APOTHECARY had miscalculated the quantity of some chemical resulting in the lab staff causing an explosion, which subsequently allowed the bio weapon he was tweaking in a nearby laboratory room to leak into the surface in aerosol form.” “It killed 15 out of the 16 C-USA army operatives, and well…” He gestured to joseph. “Long story short, GHOSTFANG found out where these two are, but got blinded sided by ALPHA KOMMANDO.”Joseph sat there in silence as laleh leaned in to comfort him. “I’m okay.” He told her in a passive tone.Nathan clicked to a cleared patch of wilderness near an ALA base. “He’s been able to escape to the plains of Northern propsera, but there’s not much time, we MUST rescue GHOSTFANG.” As everyone got up, he signaled everyone to stop. “There’s also and UNKNOWN THIRD PARTY COMBATANT in the area wearing skull like helmets.” “If you see anyone that doesn’t appeared to be affiliated with our allies or the ALA, avoid them at all costs.” A little while later, the RISENFLEDERMAUS descended towards the ALA base where GHOSTFANG was last seen. Joseph observed photos of GHOSTFANG both with and without his mask. He seemed to resemble a bat like Fritz and veronica, but much more ghoulish with a longer snout. Nathan soon took a call from his radio.
“NATHAN, DO YOU READ ME?!” Yelled the voice of a middle aged man. Nathan proceeded to turn down the volume.
“Never could get the hang of modern technology, could ya, MacMillan?” The voice snapped back. “And YOU could never get the HANG of respecting your SUPERIORS!” Nathan looked over to his young comrades. “Everyone, our new CO is Corporal MacMillan, he used to boss me around back in the day, and how he gets to do it again!” He smugly turned back to his mouthpiece. “This must be a dream come true for you, huh, mac?” MacMillan’s frustration was palpable enough to wash over everyone in the passenger area of Veronica’s aircraft.
“This isn’t the time or place for your sass.” MacMillan's voice crackled with defeat. “GHOSTFANG is dangerously closed that ALA base, so you need to watch your asses the SECOND you touch down.” As the RISENFLEDERMAUS landed, several QM soldiers leapt from the trees, and proceeded to surround the VWS. “Relax.” Said MacMillan. “They’re just there to guard that…THING…your second lieutenant made.” The VWS followed joseph as his scars began to flare. The QM soldiers silently watched the group trundle their way toward their objective. Nervously, joseph would peer at them through the corner of his eye. Many of them seemed to have elongated fingers, like talons. Some had vertical pupils like a cat’s eyes. A few soldiers had horizontal pupils like a goat, allowing them to observe the quintet as they long disappeared from view.Fritz took out his binoculars to observe the factories and cranes by the ALA base.
“THE GHOST RESIDES IN A BLUE PASTURE” explained joseph, ominously. Sure enough, there was a blue, ramshackle building to the south.
“Everyone, keep your heads down.” Said Nathan as the VWS advanced ever closer. “We’re probably in for a desperate fight, so watch for any-” He stopped in his tracks, as did the rest of his group. Ahead was indeed an ALA base, but it appeared to not be abandoned, but empty. Nathan held out his arm as he scanned the area with his special field glasses. He winced at the sight of blood that had seemed to spatter the area.
“Geeze, it’s like something out of a horror flick.” Said veronica, her ear flicking in tension. Nathan shook off his feelings of dread to command his greenhorns. “MacMillan’s given me the green light, we’re going to approach on foot to avoid being spotted.” Nathan declared, observing how non of the ALA vehicles were damaged in the slightest.
“Fritz, scout out the area surrounding the base.” Fritz saluted, but was stopped momentarily as Nathan grabbed him by the arm. “If you see ANYONE wearing a skull mask or a hooded jacket, get right back here and find us.” Fritz felt Nathan’s grip tighten. “If you can’t find us, then HIDE.” “Do you understand me?” Fritz saluted again. “Jawol, kommandant.” Fritz dashed off, adjusting his telecom to ensure he could properly contact his friends, especially his channel to joseph. Something was terribly wrong with the captain. The VWS began to slink through the base.Things inside the base were little better. Incomplete walls were slaked in blood, the slumped body of AlA soldiers leaned dead against the buildings they once guarded. Laleh’s hands began to shake, feeling that the dead eyes of the ALA operatives were still somehow watching. Observing. Their unblinking gaze still burning through her as she left the area. The rest of the area were composed of temporary, rectangular housing structures and large tents with white canvases, and plenty of more bodies.
“I could be nuts,” Said joseph, “but I’m seeing a lot of slashing and stabbing wounds on these guys.” Nathan continued to lead the group, making sure joseph was in the middle of the formation. Veronica and laleh in the back, with him in the front. He tried ignore the mass of bodies, and the report of THOSE TWO that were in the area. The gang traipsed carefully around the bodies which clogged up walkways.
“It’s like some maniac charged in here only armed with a blade.” Veronica whispered. “What kind of lunatic would actually try to use bladed weapons against fully armed soldiers?” Her ears pricked up as she suddenly heard rustling from behind her, causing her to swing around behind her to find no one. For some reason, a great feeling of dread crept over here brave and mischievous demeanor. A part of her knew she and her friends were being watched. Joseph suddenly clutched his head in pain. Nathan swiveled towards him as his young ward muttered an ominous phrase.
“THE BEAST IS HERE.” The dead silence of the slaughtered camp came to an end as a figure from the far side of the base came closer to the VWS. Its boots crushed the dying grassland, footsteps echoing and growing louder. Joseph recognized the skull faced man immediately.
“It’s that guy from area 110!” he exclaimed, pointing at the ghoulish looking man.
Nathan pushed everyone back, holding his gun up at the mysterious man. “FREEZE!” Nathan barked, struggling to maintain trigger discipline on his devastating handgun. The skull faced soldier obliged him. Nathan took another heavy step forward. “MATTHIAS GREY!” he said, seeming to be on the verge of a breakdown, “YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR THE UNLAWFUL MURDER OF COALITION ALIGNED POLITICIANS AND HIGH TREASON!” the figure stood, unmoving. His red lenses continuing to flicker like embers. He looked off into the distance, seeming to reminisce.
“Mathias, Jesus Christ, does that name take me back.” He pointed at nathan accusingly. You call me by RENNASIANCE MAN 2 now, little boy.” The gang were bewildered to see their captain be treated like some sort of misbehaving child “To get back on topic, YOU seem to be the one who’s plenty used to abandoning people.” Veronica hissed as everyone readied their weapons. Matthias pulled out his handgun, the same type as Nathan’s. An engraving on the side was carved into the gun slide. “FORCE IS GREATEST TOOL TO ENSURE GLOBAL SECURITY.” Mathias read out loud in a mocking tone. “Such an apt description.” “The coalition seems to be good at hiring weak, limp wristed, and SENTIMENTAL tools like you.” He pointed the gun straight at Nathan, who was about to completely lose his composure. The atmosphere was as calm and lax as being strapped to a ticking bomb. Joseph struggled to dowse a weakpoint, but to no avail as if this man’s presence was disrupting his psychic resonance. Without taking his gun off nathan, Mathias turned towards veronica. “Does he still cry about that gender ambiguous tart that rejected his affections?” Mathias proceeded to make a mad dash for the blue building. Nathan regained his composure and clicked his head set.
“FRITZ, RETURN TO FORMATION!” He bellowed as everyone dashed to GHOSTFANG. Joseph could sense a large clutch of well hidden anti tank land mines that lay just in front of Matthias path.
“Okay, maybe he’s a dumbass and he’ll blow himself up.” Thought joseph hopefully. His hope evaporated as Matthias began side swiping the clutch of mines. He dowsed a group of poltergeist commandos waiting for Matthias behind cover, but he put killed them with his powerful handgun as they hid behind cover, like he could sense they were there. A final one seem to drop from the trees, but soon met its violent end. RM II grabbed a knife from his vest and put up his handgun with immense agility. In a single swipe, he slashed the poltergeist commando’s throat, leaving it for dead as it choked on its own blood. “fuck.” Wheezed joseph, realizing that this masked lunatic was also capable of life-saving super human agility. Without a moment to lose, he signaled to everyone to stop and carefully navigate the minefield they were seconds from approaching.
“VWS, OPEN FIRE!” Barked nathan, as he began firing hurriedly at the skull faced ghoul. Fritz hurried towards GHOSTFANG, slyly using Matthias’ foot prints to bypass the traps. Matthias quickly dove into the building, and clicked a small button on the side of his mask.
“Where the FUCK are you?!” Matthias hissed as he drew closer to GHOSTFANG. “I’m busting my ass trying NOT to blow those coalition circus freaks to kingdom come, and I can’t sense you ANYWHERE.” He continued complaining as he drew a large combat knife. “The boss would have my balls on a plate if I did otherwise, says we need those freaks alive and intact.” He fired at Fritz with his less powerful handgun. “Which means get your STUPID ASS over here and ASSIST ME.” A youthful voice responded to Matthias with the exacerbation of an annoyed teenager.
“Whatever.” It replied.
“Show me some respect, you ungrateful little SHIT.” Hissed Matthias. “If it weren’t for ME, you’d still be on that god forsaken boat getting your ass beaten and drugged.” The VWS halted in its tracks as a hooded figure descended from the surrounding woodland behind him. Its face covered in a skull like mask, but made with an minimalist, modern design. He casually flicked the blood off his stained gloves, the stench of copper permeating Veronica’s nostrils.
“Yeah, now I get my ass beaten by you, what an upgrade.” The hooded figure leapt straight at nathan with a flying kick. He barely had time to react as the hooded figure’s knee made contact with his ribcage, knocking the wind out of him. After being knocked to the ground, Veronica drew her combat knife to engage the hooded figure, as his close proximity to her comrades would be too risky for her usual spray and pray from her machine gun. As she went for a slash, the figure dodged her swipes, and proceeded to bring out a carbine fitted with a bayonet. The hooded punk charged her, parrying her knife, sending it flying before He struck her in the head with the butt of his rifle, Veronica’s cheap helmet cracked as the impact caused her to drop to the ground. The hooded figure proceeded to nonchalantly stroll up to joseph, his rifle drawn at the masked solider. Laleh immediately legged to get in front of joseph, aiming her grenade launcher at the cruel young man, her arm outstretched in protection. Within the blue building, A shootout between Matthias and Fritz illuminated its interior. Windows were being shot out as gunfire flickered like lightening. A small part of the building collapsed as Matthias used a separate handgun in an attempt to kill Fritz. Fritz used his speed to conduct hit and run tactics, using debris or dashing up to the rafters as covered. The masked, hooded soldier was nonplussed as he grew closer to joseph.
“Sounds like your pet freak is giving that old fart some trouble.” He laughed, shrugging his shoulders. He seemed to know EXACTLY where fritz’s position was in the building, pointing at fritz’s position as he dodged and weaved. “He’s smart, he seems to know if he pauses for a second, he’ll get reduced to a smear on the wall.” Within the building, RM II began to get increasingly annoyed.
“You think you’re hot shit, don’t you, little kaiser?” He sneered as fritz’s ears twitched in concern. “I hear you and some others want to help reform your backwards country.” RM II said as Fritz dodged another shot and layed down suppressing fire. “You make me just as sick as the CNGS and those braindead Marxists, thinking this cesspit we call the modern world can be saved.”
“You’re such a vicious, and sad old man!” Fritz retorted, almost hitting RM II. Independent Germany will embrace the FREDERICH DOCTRINE, and all subjects in its walls shall be cared for”! Matthias snorted at Fritz’s declaration of tolerance.
“At least I’m HONEST about who I really am, you and your little band of freaks only aid others out of the brainwashing of your limp-wristed superiors.” Fritz dodged another wave of dangerously accurate handgun fire. “Once I get YOU, and the other CNGS freaks, I can finally kick this shitty job and ride out the rest of my days in comfort,away from everyone else on this miserable planet.” Fritz was able to graze RM II, sending him backwards and out a broken window. Joseph quietly noted the hooded soldier’s sadism as he broke into laughter as Matthias fell out the second floor window. After his gruesome fall and impact, Matthias proceeded to snap his arm back into his socket with a sickening pop and dashed back into the building. Joseph took no time taking advantage of this and opened fire after clearing some distance, laleh still in front of him. He was taken back at the burst of speed the hooded soldier, stunned as the masked soldier charged them down down. Nathan and Veronica desperately dashed after the sadist.
“RELAX, I’M JUST GONNA SLIT YOUR ACHILLES TENDON!” He playfully said as he slashed at joseph and Laleh.
“ENACTING COMBAT MEDIC SELF DEFENSE ADDENDUM!” Cried out laleh. The hooded soldier was soon overcome with blinding light. He was shocked, not just by the flash, but that his mask wasn’t able to fully protect him from the violent sound and light completely. He was soon sideswiped by a powerful punch to the face by Nathan. After flying two feet, stumbling to regain his senses, he felt the ground rumbling as Laleh grabbed him in a panic, hoisting him above her shoulders. “I AM NOW AUTHORIZED TO ENACT DEFENSIVE, RETALIATORY FORCE.” Cried laleh as She proceeded to throw the masked soldier into the wall of the remains of a rotted wooden building. Fritz was caught in a balancing act of dodging Matthias bullets and trying to get to GHOSTFANG, trying to listen to his ragged breathing. Suddenly, Matthias had ceased firing upon him, and turned towards the great crashing sound.
“Oh no.” He said an a sudden instance of great fear. He leapt from the second floor and dashed where his masked protege was thrown through a flimsy wall of rotted wood. Breathing a sigh of relief as his submachine gun nearly ate through 95 percent of his ammo, fritz located GHOSTFANG and gingerly picked up him up for extraction. The rest of the VWS had the hooded figure pinned down, veronica having big machine gun out and clearly intended to use lethal force. Laleh stuck her arm out in front of joseph protectively.
“MacMillan, we’ve apprehended RM III, beginning containment procedures.” Nathan explained. The irritable corporal answered in a fearful voice.
“You’re fucking kidding me…is RM II with him?” Everyone but Nathan had a baffled look on their face.
“I know you guys are confused as shit, and I’ll explain the RM situation to you another day.” Joseph’s eye caught something as the hooded one, RM III, whatever new abbreviation he had to remember. The mask appeared to be dented, and slipping, partly exposing RM III’s face and neck. He was met with the sight of a large, vertical scar along his neck, being obscured by the mask and bdu. Its pulsation matching the same rate as Joseph’s scar pulsation.
“Both he and that Matthias must have been hit by that same bioweapon I was exposed to.” Joseph said as he observed its pulsation.
“HA!” RM III scoffed. “Bioweapon, how fucking rich.” He turned towards Nathan, still on his knees. “What else are you and those coalition dogs lying to them about?”
Veronica looked fearfully at Nathan. “He…he’s just trying to fuck with right?” She shot Nathan a very despondent look. “You would never lie to us, would you?” A metallic canister was tossed at high velocity at Nathan’s feet. Before anyone could react, blinding light flashed and deafening sound thundered, leaving everyone in a state of shock. By the time they could recover, Matthias and RM III were gone, and fritz reunited with everyone as he assisted GHOSTFANG in walking towards the RISENFLEDERMAUS.Some time later after the VWS escaped and their QM allies disappeared into the Prosperan wilderness yet again. They attended GHOSTFANG’s debriefing and sanitation. The papers, hard drives and USB sticks were slightly dinged up but none worse for wear. Laleh tended to his wounds with the other medical staff members.
“I’m amazed you’re still conscious despite the several gunshot wounds and dehydration.” She noted in a tone that sounded more fascinated than concerned. She carefully handed a small tray consisting of seven bloodied assault rifle bullets her friend and Harris surgeon Ashley. “OoOOH! LOOK AT THIS ONE!” Laleh said gleefully as she pulled out the final bullet from GHOSTFANG’s shoulder. It was a 6 inch long sniper rifle round, stained crimson, yet LALEH marveled at it like a collector would marvel at a rare stamp or figurine. The younger VWS members were then shooed away from the surgery observation area for further medical examination and rest before their new mission. Before leaving, Nathan met up with them to try to explain himself.
“All I can tell you is that RM II, or Matthias…” He awkwardly explained, scratching at his face. “Is a defector from the CSTF, and now makes a living as a terrorist for an unknown benefactor.” He gathered everyone toward the exit. “I wish I could tell you more about him and that bioweapon, I really wish I could.” As Laleh’s humming became less faint, the intelligence team dashed the evidence for further anti virus and spy-ware analysis.Deep within a bunker in old prospera, the crumpled N.1685 logo fluttered as cold air blew down from a rigged ac unit. APOTHECARY had finished up the last of N.1685’s recovery procedures as he slowly rose from the table. just in time to view the footage of Joseph stabbing apothecary and RM III’s killing spree from earlier that day from a television screen. He fist clenched in primal rage at the brief sight of Laleh behind joseph as APOTHECARY fit him with a new transparent hood and protective lightweight material.
“I know you want to get back at the VWS, but we need you to support our artillery and rocket battery near RIO VERDE” “that’s a direct order from ALA high command.” APOTHECARY said as N.1685 paused in anger and indignity. “Please understand, our mercenary squadrons have been decimated by the combined efforts of the CNGS and those damned Marxists from QM.” He flew off the table and made his way out of the base to receive further orders and be sent on the battlefield. APOTHECARY nervously watched footage of RM III kill several abominations by stabbing their weak-points with his bayoneted carbine. “It appears the younger the subject is given the RENAISSANCE MAN serum, the deadlier they eventually develop.” He noted at RM III’s unfettered, mean-spirited glee. “If VELVET is correct and the scarred one is exhibiting symptoms, I’m wholeheartedly terrified of what he’ll be capable of.” He looked back at footage of joseph looking despondent. “ RM IV…” Apothecary spoke, gently stroking the image of Joseph’s face like caressing a sleeping cat. “My final chance at reclaiming my spot for the coming Aryan paradise.” He turned towards footage of a soldier in headgear, the name LOGAN CRAWFORD, was printed on the side of his bed. “I told them to move him away from coalition territory…if they don’t act soon…well…at least they can’t blame me for this one”. APOTHECARY sighed as he was brought another abomination soldier to patch up. “We just seem to be running out of places to shove prisoners since QM and the CNGS started cooperating, haven’t we?.” The cameras atop the metal surveillance pillars swung to observe his every move. His bunker felt more an more like a prison as the cameras reminded him of his upcoming trial regarding his mistake in Iran.
Meanwhile, Nathan was called into an emergency meeting with MacMillan alongside intelligence and the VWS’s senior officer corps. “What the hell do you MEAN he DEFECTED?!” nathan blurted in the midst of the presentation. Andrew would be usually furious at being interrupted, but he seemed to be in a depressive state. “I’m afraid so.” He replied. “It appears that a CNGS-AMERICAN officer, Corporal Issac Crawford had disappeared with his wife to defect to the ALA.” He turned towards the projector. “It unfortunately has plenty of eyes in ears in the CNGS-AMERICAN military.” He stated as he clicked towards the photo of joseph and another young man his age, both were smiling and sitting next to each other by a lake. “This is Issac’s son, Logan, and several weeks ago he went AWOL from his post in Corsica.” The rest of the VWS senior corps. remained stoic while nathan become more concerned.
“I know for a fact people just don’t vanish of American military bases.” Nathan said. Andrew looked at him again with another sad expression.
“Logan was the apparent cost for gaining a high ranking position within ALA high command, he is in a prison hospital with our next person of interest we must rescue.” Nathan was floored.
“Those poor kids…” he murmured, wiping sweat off of his brow. “They had no idea an older guy in their life was some radicalized nutcase…” His face became twisted in anger. “Selling your only fucking son like this…when I get my hands on that son of a bitch, I’ll-”
“I’m afraid it gets worse.” Said Andrew, switching to disturbing photos of Logan strapped to a bed, scar tissue forming over one side of his face. The footage displayed a name tag on the bed itself; RM V. A large screen popped up filling the monitor with the title of “KNOWN RENAISSANCE MEN.” Aside from telling its readers that it was a classified file and that unauthorized reproduction was forbidden, it also showed the most recent information about 5 “RENAISSANCES MEN”. RM I’s profile read; “NAME: CLASSIFIED. ALIASES: RM I ALLEGIANCES: UNKNOWN. WANTED FOR DESERTION AND SABOTAGE OF CNGS INTEL, MATERIALS AND OPERATIONS.” RM II’s profile read; “NAME: MATTHIAS GREY. ALIASES: RM II ALLEGIANCES: CLASSIFIED WANTED FOR DESERTION AND MURDER OF CNGS PERSONNEL.” RM III’s profile had the following descriptions. “NAME: UNKNOWN ALIASES: RM III. ALLEGIANCES: CLASSIFIED. WANTED FOR MURDER OF CNGS PERSONNEL.” RM IV had Joseph’s picture with the caption: “NAME: JOSEPH BAKER. ALIASES: RM IV. ALLEGIANCES: CNGS. SHOWING SIGNS OF BEING A PROPER RM II REPLACEMENT.” RM V showed Logan in a helmet: “NAME: LOGAN CRAWFORD ALIASES: RM V HIGH PRIORITY TARGET. TO BE RESCUED IMMEDIATELY.” Nathan had no idea how he would break this to joseph…
To be continued in vol 5.
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Took Concerta to attend Zoom talk about Irena Krzywicka's house with my advisor's advisor then wrote This, copied from Twitter, sorry for line breaks. It was my fault for condensing my five-parageaph essay question into an incoherent and grammatically inconsistent mish-mash for character limit reasons and B is not a native English speaker so tried to explain what I wanted to ask here
Once again asked a run-on sentence of a question with three subclauses that free-associated disparate concepts using my personal echolalic shorthand and unsurprisingly the speaker read it and went "I don't understand this gibberish."
I gotta stop doing this, is there a class you can take that teaches you how to communicate so your thoughts don't get stuck in your elbow.
It wasn't just Endecja it was a bunch of guys with a mosaic of political ideologies who worked for the government ranging from Sanacja to Christian democracy to mocarstwo with everything in between but there's a character limit & we're post-'35, I'm being parsimonious lol.
What I meant to say was to what extent was the design of Irena Krzywicka's house less of an ambiguous statement about modernism as a personal desire for light & open space (suburban locale, picture window facing garden) combined with 1) recognition of her human surroundings (her neighbors were political conservatives who hated her as a public figure & her house for disrupting the architectural continuity of their colonial/Zakopane/villa-style forest enclave);
2) not wanting to see or be seen by people who hate her (front-facing window covered by wooden slats, though side windows are still open to light, & house is set farther back from the road than others in the neighborhood, secluded from passing motorists); 3) also to what extent does this represent--albeit, in Irena's case, either subconsciously or aggressively pretending she's not doing it--Irena, who hates the city and loves the country, craves open spaces and natural light after spending her formative years ~na wsi then returning to a cramped Warsaw backroom apartment with exactly one (1) window, whose memoir devotes a whole section to the (lack of) relationship between Jews and land/nature,
who for ~mysterious reasons doesn't credit her cousin Maksymilian Goldberg, by name, for designing her house in her memoir, calling him only "a famous architect who asked barely any money," when he went willingly to the ghetto in 1942 and Irena took refuge in the house he built, defying the Nazis' order, and had spent the 10 or so years before the war being called "Irena Goldberg" as a slur? Also: what does this say about discourses of "integration"? Irena and her house are interesting re: the [Słowacki voice] "Jaka [Polska]?" Discourse of the interwar period because instead of even moving to Saska Kępa, she goes explicitly where she is not wanted, to the ~elite suburb on the other side of Warsaw; she builds in the Modernist style, but it's not apartments for the urban working class, it's a country villa; Irena moves into Poland's upper social strata, marries a Polish man "collegially," a man whose own parents had a mixed Christian-Jewish marriage; she stakes a claim to light, land, "nature," open space, & "majątek" outside the city,
all of which have been historically, literarily, and discursively/rhetorically/LEGALLY/"in the national imaginary" denied to Jews, but she does so WITHOUT assimilating to conservative Polish szlachta aesthetic conventions. This, to me, is more interesting than transparency vs. privacy as a model. Irena Krzywicka was profoundly bourgeois and profoundly modernist in her sensibilities. She accomplished an incredible amount by appearing to be a dilettante & cultivating sensationalism as an autobiographical strategy/courting scandal as a public persona. Her ego is the size of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth but a fair amount of it is earned & she's just as strategic about obscuring her work when she knows being credited would discredit whatever public image she's trying to uphold at that moment (see: she basically…line-edited and cross-referenced…the complete translations of Proust's Remembrances po polsku). She's vexed with contradictions!
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Experience 5 Star Hotel vs 4 Star Hotel in Dubai
Hotels today are available in many ratings and many models, with ratings of 4-star, 5-star, and 3-star high in different parts of the world. 4 stars and 5 stars are the two best ratings in the star rating system used to rank the quality of hotels. However, it is quite problematic to determine the difference between 4-star hotels and 5-star hotels because of the variety of star rating systems in the tourism and hospitality industry.
Although most of these systems have similar ratings, there may be some differences as well. The main and most obvious difference between these two hotels is their comfort level, and 5-star hotels ultimately offer luxury and state-of-the-art accommodations. Large hotels of this type will have a wide variety of on-site restaurants, spas, and other amenities. Similarly, these hotels typically provide more personalised service and staff members who provide the necessary services to guests 24 hours a day.
4- Star Hotel
4 star hotels in Dubai are more luxurious than 1, 2, and 3-star hotels and offer high-quality service. They are usually stylish and sophisticated. It offers high-end accommodations, excellent dining, lounges, bars, and 24-hour room service. They have several room options, including suits. Wi-Fi or another type of internet facility will be available in all bedrooms. High-quality beds, linen, and advanced amenities will also be available in rooms and suites.
Well-maintained swimming pools, spas, fitness centres, concierge services, facilities for extensive business meetings, multiple restaurants, and wallet parking are also available at the 4-star hotels. These hotels also have high-quality construction, refined furniture, attractive decorations, and highly personalised services.
Guests usually have a 24-hour entry into the hotel. Affordable rates and comfortable spaces are two reasons why 4-star hotels are becoming more popular. A 4-star hotel is a classification as a hotel, which is below a level in the best luxury category. It usually offers higher quality and service than a 3-star hotel.
5-Star Hotel
5-star hotels are hotels that offer maximum comfort, luxury, and service. The 5-star hotels are known for their excellent luxury, excellent architecture, interior design, landscaping, and exquisite taste. These hotels offer delicious food and rooms of renowned chefs, and a beautiful atmosphere across public spaces, outdoor grounds, etc. High-quality beds, linen, flooring, advanced facilities, high-speed internet, 24-hour room service, and butler service. Original wall art and elegant room decoration can be seen in these hotels.
These hotels also offer luxury spa services, gym facilities, fitness centres, tennis courts, business centres, meeting facilities, multiple pools, and other services. The staff-to-guest ratio in 5-star hotels is generally high, with the offering of nuanced and personalised service to guests, and employees address guests by name and anticipate all their needs. 5-star hotels are a type of superclass superior hotel that offers additional services in addition to the basic services provided by a 4-star hotel.
The 5-star hotel has 24-hour multilingual staff available. Its reception is open 24 hours a day at the 5-star hotel, with an internet connection and a PC in each room as well. Shoe polishing and ironing services are all provided to each customer. In short, a 5-star hotel provides luxury accommodation and services to customers.
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Karlskrona, Sweden (No. 3)
In front of the Amiralitetskyrkan church is the statue of Rosenbom, made famous by the children's book of Selma Lagerlöf, The Wonderful Adventures of Nils, in which the statue tells the story of the sea. Near the church is also the Admiralstorn Tower, dating from 1699, originally used to indicate the time for the shipyard workers but used since 1909 as the church tower. The man is seen holding some text in Swedish. The English translation of that text is "I humbly beg of you, even though my voice may be weak, come and put a penny in but first lift my hat. Blessed are those that care for the poor." which is the last sentence in the bible. Nearby, there is paper with the translation of that text, the translated languages are English, German, Polish, Danish, Norwegian, and Finnish. The English translation is written by Gorge Hopkins.
Finally, the city has some more recent buildings, such as the model room, having hosted between 1780 and 1920 models of boats, Now transferred to the Marine Museum, or the town hall built after the fire of 1790. Finally, the county building (Länsresidenset) built between 1909 and 1911.
There are three important churches in Karlskrona. Fredrikskyrkan (The Frederick church) was designed by Nicodemus Tessin the Younger, who was influenced by Italian architecture. The foundation of that church was laid in 1720, and it was inaugurated in 1744. It differs from usual Swedish churches in its orange color, adornment and its two towers despite not being a bishop's church.
Trefaldighetskyrkan (Church of Holy Trinity), also called The German Church, was built between 1697–1709, following Tessin's drawings. It is likewise located at the market square in the centre core. The dome-shaped roof also takes its influence from Italian architecture and is rarely seen on Swedish churches.
Karlskrona Admiralty Church (Amiralitetskyrkan) was built in 1685 in red-painted wood and is one of Sweden's largest wooden churches. Outside the church there is a well-known statue called Rosenbom.
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On metamodernism: Virgil Abloh’s borderless fashion practice The contemporary global fashion system is at a unique point of convergence
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between ‘high’ and ‘low’ culture and across creative disciplines and representational spaces. Fashion designers are no longer confined to the catwalk, nor to the physical object of clothing, but are multi-hyphenate creators bringing together design principles from other fields such as architecture, graphic design and fine art. Within this shifting design landscape, ‘meta’ has entered the millennial colloquial vernacular to describe anything that is self-referential, and has become a trait common to a generation whose cultural production and direct way of communicating is based upon digital social networks such as Instagram and Facebook.
Abloh is a multi-hyphenate practitioner who works across the fields of fashion, fine art, architecture, graphic design, product design and music to not only rupture preconceived borders around creative fields, but to break the perceived boundaries between ‘high’ and ‘low’ culture.
As the ultimate self-referential designer, Abloh has triggered a cognitive dissonance in the fashion community due to the innate inability to categorize him.
Abloh’s interdisciplinary practice fuses luxury and streetwear to create a new democratic fashion identity for both fashion maker and consumer.
Postmodernism was what Jameson terms a ‘commodity rush’ in which ‘culture’ had become a product of its own. Within contemporary fashion, branding and image have become more important than the fashion product itself in renegotiating the definition of ‘luxury’.
Clothing itself is not the main focus for Abloh, rather he is ‘driven by ideas – a way of living and being, not a style of garment’ (Stoppard cited in Darling 2019: 137) Pyrex Vision (formed in 2012) was Abloh’s first independent envisioning of a streetwear label that was also a societal commentary.
The brand reflected the growing popularity of rap artists such as A$AP Rocky whose style was a mash up of ‘high’ and ‘low’ fashion by mixing Rick Owens with streetwear brands such as Palace or Supreme (Kansara 2018: n.pag.). Pyrex Vision consisted of hoodies, t-shirts, basketball shorts and flannel shirts with varsity lettering and Renaissance art reproductions from the likes of Caravaggio (see Figure 2). Abloh here juxtaposes the ‘high’ and the ‘low’ recentering and de-contextualizing the narrative of the clothing’s wearers.A highly intertextual tactic gives cultural cachet to the fashion object while democratizing the access to some of art history’s great masters.
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A return to the strategy of postmodern artists and designers to convey social commentary is being utilized by some contemporary fashion designers in an increasingly over-saturated market that is being criticized for its ecological damage, in what Geczy and Karaminas describe as ‘critical fashion practice’ (2017).
This collaboration manifested in the runway presentation for the collection.
The invite to the show was a bright orange t-shirt with life jacket instructions screen-printed on the front, and on the back there was a text that read, ‘I will never forgive the ocean’, the quote was taken from UK-based Iranian refugee writer Omid Shams (Madsen 2017: n.pag.). Holzer’s part came in the form of two films projected onto the side of the Palazzo Pitti with her signature wallsof text as the content, the projections shifted through various texts during the duration of the show as the models walked in front. In one film were thepoems of Polish Second World War resistance fighter Anna Świrszczyńska, the other film consisted of a compilation of poems related to conflicts in Syria, Iraq and Palestine by seven poets from the region living in exile overseas. The disruptive installation was a way for Abloh to add to the political conversation about the global refugee crisis, using his platform as a way to start further conversation.
THE TEN: ‘The Ten’, which was released in October 2017. The covetable nature of these releases, with their signature design principles, has pushed their resell prices up to four figure numbers. In a ‘textbook’ that accompanied the collection’s release, Abloh and Nike exposed the process of the collaboration and the ‘reconstruction’ Abloh went through to recreate ten classic Nike sneaker silhouettes, or to quote, ‘Ten Icons Reconstructed’ (Abloh cited in Warnett 2017: 17). This idea of reconstruction plays on postmodern concepts of deconstruction, by deconstructing the iconic sneakers and reconstructing them with his personal design principles, Abloh has created a ‘meta’ fashion object that reveals the product’s past, present and future. The multifaceted ways in which he communicated this collection, through the online ‘Textbook’, in store retail launches, and through live videos via Instagram, Abloh has created an authenticity in his design persona that relies on the accessibility of him as a practitioner that has only been made available due to the technetronic era.1
The ‘metamodern’ as a proposition for interrogating the aesthetic and cultural expressions of contemporary fashion beyond postmodernism is inherently defined by the globalized, borderless and technetronic nature of contemporary society. What we can see of it in the practice of Virgil Abloh is the way in which he moves seamlessly between disciplines, centralizing fashion while blurring the boundaries of what can be defined as such, predominantly through the multiple collaborations with practitioners from other fields and the ‘delocalisation’ of where ‘fashion’ has traditionally existed, which is within rigid class systems and on the rarefied runway. Vermeulen and van den Akker’s idea of the metamodern oscillation is epitomized in Abloh’s work as he moves between modernist design principles and postmodern ironic deconstruction tactics for the products he creates. His connection to youth culture and luxury fashion audiences gives him leverage to address important sociocultural and political issues such as racial diversity, environmental impact and global politics, and make them known to new audiences. Virgil Abloh builds upon the history of modern and postmodern cultural aesthetics to centre fashion as both a physical and metaphysical driver of criticality and progress, which is a utopic thought for an industry that is so frequently self reflexively commenting on its own end.
With these kinds of collaborations, Abloh proves that fashion no longer has to be just clothes, it can also be the metaphysical cultural production of fashion and the utilization of its platform to progress critical conversations.
Quote: On the installation, Abloh commented that his intention was progress, ‘I’m using my platform to nudge things along in a direction that is, Iguess, a little more utopian’ (Madsen 2017: n.pag.). With these kinds of collaborations,
Abloh proves that fashion no longer has to be just clothes, it can also be the metaphysical cultural production of fashion and the utilization of its platform to progress critical conversations. Gallery exhibitions have become integral platforms in which to communicate ‘The duo’s ironic and insouciant artistic gestures are designed to disrupt the divisions and tiers of stratified cultural production. The sculpture Life itself (2018) is a kind of architectural carapace designed by Abloh to house one of Murakami’s brightly sinister flower sculptures.’ (Abloh and Murakami 2018: n.pag., original emphasis)
It also confirms the idea that fashion is something beyond that of the embodied physical garment and when the fashion concept is placed within a context beyond that of the runway catwalk and retail space, the ways that it is consumed by an audience take on a completely different value system. This value system is one based on active interaction and immersion.
In keeping with counterculture, postmodern consumer culture was born in the 1960s. This consumer culture connotes individuality, self-expression and a stylistic self-consciousness. Postmodern consumer culture suggests that regardless of age and class origins, all people have room for self-improvement and self-expression. ―This is the world of men and women who quest for the new and the latest in relationships and experiences, who have a sense of adventure and take risks to explore life‘s options to the full, who are conscious that they have only one life to live and must work hard to enjoy, experience and express it‖ (Featherstone, 2007, p.84). Youth in particular is a quite sensitive group. Brought up in the midst of heavy-exposure marketing, they pursue the real thing - the uncut, untested, unplanned and unpretentious; strongly resist the commercial machine and the claims of mass marketers (Beverland & Ewing, 2005).
Within the value system of postmodern consumer culture, people increasingly view consumption as an autonomous space in which they could pursue identities unencumbered by tradition, social circumstances, or societal institutions. One such behaviour is communities around brands, a distinctively postmodern mode of sociality, in which consumers claim to be doing their own thing while doing it with thousands of like-minded others (Holt, 2002). However, for Webb (2007), this kind of group expresses the need for security and solidarity in growing individualism which rejects mass production and homogenised stores.
While there is a broad scope of consumers pursuing a highly stylised and aesthetic project and using the whirlwind resources of consumer culture to fabricate idiosyncratic meanings, Holt (1998) suggested that the landscape is not a general condition of postmodernity, but a critical aspect of people in high cultural capital resources lifestyle. ―The pursuit of individual style in the face of pervasive homogenising forces is problematic only for HCCs (people in high cultural capital resources) for whom originality and authenticity is a highly valued mark of distinction in their social milieu. The LCCs (people in low cultural capital resources) do not encounter this problem, since they pursue lifestyles in a less individuated manner that neither precludes commodities nor demands unique identities‖ (Holt, 1998, p.21).
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