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Release year: 2019 / Directed by: Michael D. Olmos / 8,7 / 10 stars / Abstract: After watching the news on 9/11 with his family, Fernando travels from Mexico to New York City to find his father, an undocumented worker at the World Trade Center's famous Windows on the World restaurant / Drama / cast: Edward James Olmos.
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"What you see is what you get! Just a guy that loves adventure. Theme 1. Theme 2 ~ The world's fastest, supersonic hedgehog. Sonic is the hero of two worlds who never fails. Never bound to one place, Sonic is constantly traveling across the planet in search of adventure. He's quick tempered and doesn't concern himself with the expectations of those around him, but he never gives up and is always guaranteed to fight against evil with all his power. Credit to /u/76SUP for helping me trim a large number of these gifs. Powers Superhuman Speed Superhuman Reflexes Superhuman Strength Superhuman Durability Source Key Hover over each link to see the source. SA. Sonic Adventure 1/2 StHPA - Sonic the Hedgehog Pocket Adventure SAdv. Sonic Advance 1/2/3 SB - Sonic Battle SH - Sonic Heroes SR - Sonic Rush SRA - Sonic Rush Adventure StH2006 - Sonic the Hedgehog (2006) SRivals. Sonic Rivals 1/2 SU - Sonic Unleashed SC:DB - Sonic Chronicles: Dark Brotherhood SatSR - Sonic and the Secret Rings SatBK - Sonic and the Black Knight StH4:E. Sonic the Hedgehog 4: Episode 1/2 SLW - Sonic Lost World SC - Sonic Colors SG - Sonic Generations SF - Sonic Forces Movement Multiple manuals across nearly every game in the modern era claim that he's a "supersonic hedgehog" SEGA's website listed his running speed as "supersonic" Translation On another website of SEGA's, Sonic's top speed was listed as 760 mph Outran the GUN truck, though it was capable of outpacing him at points Could run quick enough that he generated afterimages and could cover water Other games also depicted his speed as creating a trail of afterimages Ran and jumped through a desert area at high speed, then easily maintained that speed while running backwards When moving at top speed, he appeared to form a stylized version of a vapor cone Had enough speed to spin around in mid-air, forming a small whirlwind that drew in objects He was fast enough to circle Eggman and Princess Elise too quick to be seen as anything more than a blur His speed was enough to easily dispatch groups of Eggman's drones Could traverse land at extremely high speeds, jumping great distances in the process Jumped from object to object in mid-air at high speeds while carrying Elise Made several quick, long distance jumps Claimed he could run faster than light Could form vapor cones while running [Boost] Stated to temporarily boost Sonic beyond the sound barrier Similar moves, such as the Speed Break, were also said to work in the same way [Boost] When using Boost, Sonic created a visible shockwave along with an accompanying "boom" noise The visible shockwave, and occasionally the accompanying "boom" was featured in nearly every game [Boost] Shattered windows while running past them Limits Tails considered a train to be a faster method of travel than Sonic A rolling boulder could keep pace with him In a similar situation, he was also barely able to outrun falling debris It took him 8 minutes to get back to Tails and escape Prison Island He was slower than the Egg Carrier, even when trying to catch up to it Failed to accelerate quick enough to outrun a trap fired by Eggman [Boost] While normally achievable merely through powering up a gauge, one game required Sonic to attain a "Blue Gem" power up in order to use the Boost and, by extension, move at supersonic speed Reflexes Dodged a punch from the Egg Golem, leaping high into the air in the process Defeated Emerl at his peak, going 10 in-game rounds with him, in less than 30 seconds At this point in the game, Emerl was in possession of upgraded versions of the entire cast's powers (including Sonic's) and also had all 7 Chaos Emeralds Fought through a ridiculous number of robots, avoiding bullets and missiles from all angles in the process Could make quick, close quarter dodges in tight spaces while using the Boost This ability was maintained in other games Defeated a large number of monsters before his chili dog could hit the ground Dodged a large amount of debris while running at high speeds Limits The Egg Mobile's mechanical arm could grab a Chaos Emerald before Sonic could intercept it Similarly, Eggman was also capable of deploying gas to get in Sonic's way before he could reach another Chaos Emerald Mobility Had the ability to run down sheer vertical faces Similarly, running on the sides of walls was also not an issue for him, nor running was up walls He could make multiple jumps through a forested area at high speed He was capable of making multiple precise, high speed jumps while maneuvering between objects in mid-air The more rings he had, the faster he could run [Homing Attack] Could maneuver between multiple objects in mid-air at rapid speeds [Light Speed Dash] Could travel along a trail of rings at the speed of light In addition, the technique had considerable range Aside from Light Speed Shoes, Sonic could also achieve this dash through the use of a "Light Chip" The Light Speed Attack allowed him to briefly attack enemies at lightspeed after a charging period In some games, the Light Speed Attack could be used as part of a powered up Team Overdrive attack [Hop Jump] Allowed Sonic to jump a short distance while in mid-air Limits Was incapable of jumping up a cliff, though he was carrying Elise at the time Striking Could smash through columns of ice while snowboarding Had the strength to destroy huge cannons on board Eggman's Egg Carrier Beat up everyone aboard a helicopter and then busted out its door Could send cars flying through the air while snowboarding Knocked the Egg Golem, a giant robot made of stone and metal, backwards with a jumping kick Destroyed a marble pillar Heavily damaged Mecha Sonic over the course of a battle, with Mecha Sonic then immediately retreating from the fight by tackling through thick beams of metal Destroyed a boulder Broke through a rather weirdly animated wall Could kick people through the air, placing them in a combo Broke through a slab of what appeared to be concrete with two strikes With four strikes, he could break through what looked like a reinforced or metallic slab of material Could hit a "wrecking ball" several stories through the air Could stop the Ifrit's charge The Ifrit could throw Sonic 5 kilometers into the air Punched through a horde of Eggman's robots Destroyed a block of stone Destroyed several asteroids while maintaining forward momentum Kicked a steel box across the floor while in liquid Could send cars flying through the air and could do even more with his Homing Attack and Boost [Spin Dash] Although rarely used in the modern era, it had enough strength to break through several stone cubes in a row It could do the same to stone walls [Homing Attack] Could destroy stone cubes about as tall as he was [Homing Attack] Was able to destroy asteroids several times wider than he was tall This strength was present in more than one game [Homing Attack] Had enough force to break through large walls of ice and dilapidated concrete [Homing Attack] Could send Eggman's robotic minions flying through the air [Homing Attack] Destroyed a large cannon of Eggman's with repeated strikes [Homing Attack] Sent the Egg Dragoon reeling through the air [Homing Attack] Could break through thick walls of metal with repeated strikes [Homing Attack] Knocked over a stone pillar with a few strikes [Boost] Allowed Sonic to smash straight through stone walls More impressively, it also allowed him to break through metal [Boost] Sent the massive Egg Beetle bouncing through the air [Boost] Shattered a truly massive slab of stone Did the same to a large stone wall in a later installment [Flying Kick] Could send one or several enemies flying away This kick was also the only move Sonic had that was capable of breaking through Zavok's guard Limits Was once held behind prison bars Couldn't break through large stone cubes without Knuckles Took two strikes to break through a slab of what looked like concrete He was incapable of getting through locked stone walls without first defeating enemies to unlock them Needed explosives to get through a chunk of stone much larger than himself Although the footage depicts this with Super Sonic, the limit applies to either form in the game. [Spin Dash] Was incapable of breaking through a chunk of metal blocking his way Lifting/Pushing Held onto metal plating hard enough that it tore off before he let go Could push large metal boxes about double his height He was strong enough to push boulders out of the way as well Pushed a large metal ball to get it rolling Limits Was unable to push boulders that he could otherwise destroy Couldn't break free of the grip of one of Eggman's mechs Impact Was unharmed by an extremely long fall onto a beach Did so again in the same game, though this time he hit jungle foliage before landing In a later game, he was unharmed after falling out of a helicopter and onto asphalt, and in an even later game had similar results with falling onto metal Fell through a large sheet of metal without damage Survived being uppercut to the cloud layer by Knuckles Got launched from a cannon with enough force to punch through a large amount of metal and suffered seemingly no harm Was undamaged after being thrown 5 kilometers into the air by the Ifrit Was completely fine after being launched hundreds of meters through the air by Perfect Chaos Was unharmed by being launched through stone Recovered from being hit into a wall hard enough to put a small crater into it Completely unphased by smashing through several large asteroids in a row Piercing Bullets from a Vulcan cannon did not hurt him, but they would slowly chip away at his rings Speed SEGA's website claimed that he could fly at near the speed of light Translation Flew at high speed over water and through Perfect Chaos' body Covered what looked like a significant portion of the planet's diameter in seconds Skimmed the surface of the Moon at speeds high enough to create afterimages Returned to the planet from the Moon in 3 days As part of his Sonic Overdrive move, he could blitz through Metal Overlord with the Light Speed Attack Supposedly, he could also use this move himself at the cost of 5 rings, though I cannot find footage of this Flew at high speed through Eggman's fleet Limits Was caught off guard by one of Eggman's traps Strength Destroyed Perfect Chaos over the course of a battle Perfect Chaos was powerful enough to destroy the Egg Carrier Could carry the Egg Mobile around while also charging it with energy Was able to smash through small asteroids with ease Sent a boulder flying through the air with a charged strike Flew straight through Eggman's warships, exploding them in the process Smashed apart boulders the size of appreciable houses Knocked away a small tower while working together with Super Classic Sonic Limits He was only capable of damaging the Super Egg Robot by attacking its head Eggman's mech in True Area 53 was also immune to Super Sonic, requiring him to reflect the mech's missiles back at it in order to damage it He was incapable of punching apart a battleship, requiring Super Knuckles to do it for him Durability Survived reentry seemingly without harm, though his form ran out of time soon after Limits While unharmed by the hit, he was capable of being staggered by the Super Egg Robot This vulnerability was common, and was not unique to Eggman's machines Could actually be harmed by smashing through large enough boulders, in one of the only instances where he was actually damaged in this form Misc. Along with Shadow, used Chaos Control to teleport the massive Space Colony ARK away from the planet He was capable of maintaining the Super Sonic form for at least 3 days Beating Copies of Himself Beat the Mecha Sonic from Sonic the Hedgehog 2 again Beat up Emerl in 30 seconds While not strictly a copy of Sonic, Emerl did have better versions of Sonic's powers Beat Metal Overlord, a super powered version of Metal Sonic, as Super Sonic Outraced Metal Sonic yet again Made Metal Sonic retreat during another one of their fights [Getting Stronger Than Himself] Defeated Perfect Chaos without transforming into Super Sonic, whereas previously the transformation was necessary [Getting Stronger Than Himself] Claimed that he could be getting more powerful every second Snowboarding Out-snowboarded an avalanche, bashing through huge spires of ice while doing so Did some sick spins while falling out of a helicopter, nailed a several thousand foot landing, and then snowboarded on the street Was able to improvise a snowboard from a sheet of metal he just fell onto and then rode it through a large piece of tubing Say what you will about Sonic '06 but he do be snowboarding He's just full of sick snowboarding stunts, I don't think half of these are even possible He snowboarded up a building.
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King Arthur ii was king of glamorgan and gwent end of story,its part of Welsh history that has been ignored. Watch Windows on the world. Yeah? Can you turn down the music. What? Can you turn down the music! I'm trying to get some sleep here! Turn down the music? How's that! How's that. Is that much better? Turn down your damn music, or I'll come over there and turn it down myself! All right, sucker. You come down here, we can dance. Hello? Hello? Bitch! When I don't get enough sleep, I get irritable. And you don't want to make me. Calling VAGAN' Wait! Who are you? Just a bean trying to get some sleep. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! You came here just to make us turn off the music? If you were listening on the phone, I said I would come here to turn it off myself. What! Are you insane? Do you know what you just got yourself into? Do you know who I am! Do you know who my uncle is? Yes. I do. Detective Cromwell. Good morning. Yeah. Something tells me there's nothing good about this morning. What do we got here? Multiple gunshots were reported coming from this warehouse. I was the first one to answer the call. Multiple gunshots, huh. You do know whose warehouse this is. Yes, sir. Have you gone inside yet? No, sir. I wanted to wait for backup. Well. It's here. My God. What a massacre. There's got to be a dozen, at least a dozen dead beans here. I guess I don't need this anymore. These were all Cappuccino's beans. Mm-hmm. It must have been some kind of gang war. No. This is no gang war. Cappuccino's beans might be dumb, but they know how to use a gun. There would have been other dead beans here, not just them. This something else. One thing's for sure. We won't need that search warrant we were trying to get, huh. Heh. I could live with this. I found something here. 'This bullet casing is the property of Killer Bean' Killer Bean 'The bullet is meant for someone else' Hmm. What do you make of this? This guy's got balls. That's for sure. We got company! Let's go! Stop! Stop right there! This is the police! Hold it right there! Bad idea. Get out of the car! Get your hands where I can see them! Easy. Easy. Oh please, officer. Don't hurt me. Watch it. Vagan. I should have known I'd find you here, Detective Cromwell. What are you doing here, Vagan? Well, obviously something happened in my warehouse. I mean, can't a bean protect his own property anymore? Don't you mean, Cappuccino's property? You know, your obsession with Cappuccino has become quite amusing. Always trying to link everything back to Cappuccino. Why don't you tell it to the court. You're under arrest. Arrest? For what? A traffic violation? What about this? Looking for some action here? If I were looking for some action, you wouldn't be standing before me as you do right now. Yeah? That's cause I'd be shooting you with this! Are you kids done yet? I say we take him in and book him right now. You know my lawyers will have me out even before you get me to the police station. The time is not worth your effort, now is it Cromwell. Let him go. What? I said let him go. Uh, my gun please. Nice. You know, Vagan, you're right. You're not worth my time. However, investigating the multiple homicides in your warehouse is. And whatever else we find in your warehouse, is just icing on the cake. You're free to go. And by the way, your car's parked illegally. You better get it out of here before we tow it. Oh, and Vagan. Here. It looks like I'm not the only one after your boss. possible suspects. Rumors have surfaced saying that there is a vigilante bean in town. What the hell is going on out there? Ah. Looks like I got someone's attention. Who's this? Great. Playtime's over. 'Encrypted Call' Decoding' Secure Connection' This is Killer Bean. Killer Bean. What the hell are you doing? You think this is a game? What were you thinking last night? I had a rough night last night. We know what kind of night you had. Might I remind you what your mission is. You were given specific orders to hunt down and eliminate the target. No one else! Drawing this kind of attention to yourself is dangerous for us, and especially for you. What's the big deal? I killed a bunch of gangsters. I'm sure the Beantown police are a lot happier without them. You didn't do anyone a favor with that mess you created last night. And you are not working for the Beantown police. You are working for us! I'll still get the job done. I'll get him. We're running out of time. He has to know you're coming by now. Remember who he is. I know what the mission is. Then stick to it! Don't be so reckless, Killer Bean. I'll call you when I got him! Reckless! Pff! Reckless my brown bean ass! Decoding' Secure Connection' Yes? Jet Bean, you have been activated for an urgent mission in Beantown. Beantown? I'm a long way from Beantown. It would be best to assign someone else. This mission is highly sensitive. You are the most capable for the job. It figures. Fine. I'll do it. Good. We'll contact you with the details as soon as you reach the shore. See you in Beantown. They better have some good food in Beantown. Wait. Are you leaving? Yes. How long will you go for? A long time. Oh. I have something I want to give to you. You shouldn't have. Here! It's the bill! You haven't paid in three months! I'm leaving now. I will pay when I get back. Hey! You get back here pay now! Tsingtao! Get out here! He say your food tastes like ass crack. What? Make bean curd out of him! I said I'll pay when I get back! Oh. It's okay. It's on the house. You don't have to come back! Please! Looking at the figures from our previous fiscal year. Narcotic sales have dropped 57 percent. 57 percent! That's more than half! Now, compare this to the 300 percent growth from our weapons department. But you guys. You guys are not from my weapons department, are you. No. You guys are from my narcotics department, okay? So what do I have to do, huh? How can I get through to you guys? Dude. I have such a hangover. Yeah bean, that was a kick-ass party last night, right? Yeah. Too bad we didn't stay for the whole thing. I bet they had some fun. Woot! Woot! You see, it's easy when you think about it. Crime is on the rise, okay. So more guns sell, because criminals use guns. Hello! They also use drugs! So more drugs should sell, right? What's the problem here? Now, you guys. Someone give me a reasonable explanation, okay? Why are narcotic sales performing so poorly? It's all those anti-drug commercials on TV. You never see any anti-gun commercials. It's not fair. It has become quite apparent to me, that some of you do not value your job. Now. That is quite odd, if you ask me. Especially in today's economy. But I am forced to say. It is time. To lay off! A few beans! Ooohhh. Uh, wait. I have a question. Yes. Will I be eligible for unemployment? Hmm. Let me check with the finance department on that, okay? My social security number is. 3, 4, 6. Oh boy. Is my batting average going to go up after this. Ahem- Hang on, let me just finish this level. Cappuccino! Ah. I'm glad you're here. Maybe you can teach these beans something about business, since you've handled my weapons department so well. That bean is nothing but a kiss-ass brown-noser. What does he know that we don't know? But he's making millions of dollars selling weapons. If you ask me, He's doing something illegal. Oh, it's great to see you, Vagan. But you'll have to excuse me. I'm in an important meeting right now. This is more important. It's about the warehouse on Baker Street. Oh that. I know. You know? Yeah. My nephew was having a party of there last night, okay? No, it's not about the party. It is. There was a hit on the warehouse. Everyone is dead. Who did this. I have reason to believe that it was done by a bean named, Killer Bean. Killer Bean. One bean? This is no ordinary bean. I've heard of him before. I know what he can do. Who the hell is he? Who sent him? Is it the Colombians? Is it the French trying to roast me? It has to be one of your competitors. Who ever it is, I want you to find him. I want you to find him, and destroy him! Oh, believe me I will try. But first, we have Killer Bean to deal with. He's somewhere out there, and he's coming after you. All right. We need to consolidate all of our warehouses. There's too many targets for him to attack. Move all our inventory to the central warehouse on Main Street. I want you to protect that place. What about Killer Bean? What do you want me to do? Oh nothing. Just send him a box of chocolates, and tell him thanks for the memories. You idiot! What do you think you should do? Kill him. Any way you can, by any means. Put him in the ground! I'll need more beans. Professional beans. Put it on my credit card, okay. Just do it! Yes, sir. Make sure you find out who sent him. There will be hell to pay. Hello. Hey, Harry. It's Detective Cromwell. Hey, Cromwell. Hey did you get the package I sent you? Yeah, it's pretty wild stuff. Our crime lab is getting nowhere with this. What do you make of it? Well, the easy ones the tire tread sample. I tested the residue you sent, and the tires are made from silicon steel fiber alloy. It's only used on high-performance cars. It's not unique, but it's hard to come by. Hmm. What about the gold bullets? Now that. In my 15 years with Special Forces, I've never seen gold used in any weapon. But for practical purposes gold is a very soft metal. So the bullets expand and deform on high impact. They make little holes on the way in and big holes on the way out. And they are much harder to match the ballistic signatures. That makes them relatively untraceable. Yeah, that doesn't make sense if the bullet casings have his name on it. And he left those everywhere. Yeah, I don't get that. He must be one sick bean, like he wanted to be found out. Yeah, or he's bragging. Or just plain careless. This Killer Bean has to be working for someone to get that kind of financial backing. You think he's a gun for hire? Or he could be a vigilante. That's the word on the street. Either way, one thing's for sure. He has his eyes set on Cappuccino. Heh, well then you both have something in common. If that's true, I have a hunch where this Killer Bean will show up next. Hey, I gotta go. See you, Harry. Later. 'Suspected Cappuccino's Warehouses' Dramatic entrance. Dramatic entrance. Well, that pretty much frees up my day. Time for some breakfast. 'Shadow Bean, you are too late. Howdy. What will it be? Tequila and tonic. And, uh. Turn up the TV. Detective Cromwell, concerning possible suspects, rumors have surfaced that there is a vigilante bean in town, who is hunting down Cappuccino. There is no evidence for your vigilante theory. As far as I'm concerned, the suspect or suspects involved in these homicides are no friends of the police. We will do what is necessary to bring them to justice. Thank you. I don't think so. I'll have another. And you can turn that crap off now. What can I get you? I'll have what he's having. This is a rough part of town. Do you always sit with your back to the entrance? Doesn't matter who comes in. Isn't it against police regulation to be drinking during the day? I'm a detective. Our regulations are a little different. How'd you know I was with the police? You know, you're much uglier in person. My name is Detective Cromwell. And you are? Jack. Well, Jack. I guess you heard what happened this morning over at the warehouse on Baker Street. Yeah, I know about that. Really. Tell me what you know. Why don't we cut to the chase. Why don't you tell me what you know. Oh, I know a lot. I know the Baker Street warehouse is owned by Cappuccino. I know someone killed 12 beans in that warehouse last night. I know the killer drove a fancy car, and has fancy guns. I know that the warehouse across the street with the big hole in the window also belongs to Cappuccino. I see this fancy car parked in front, and well, you don't look like you walked here. So my guess is. This, belongs to you. Well it looks like you figured it all out. Good job. Another! It was easy. You were just reckless. The way I see it, you're the one who's being reckless. You come out here looking for me by yourself. You didn't bring anyone to back you up. That's reckless. Here's my backup. That's a nice gun. Wanna see mine! How can I see it, if you have it against the side of my head? Not bad. But mine's bigger. You do the math. Why are you after Cappuccino? That's for me to know, and you not to know. Well, I know I can't have a crazy vigilante running around shooting up beans. But you're no vigilante, are you. Seems like there are beans who've invested in you, And I'm sure they're not happy with the press you're getting. This is where I can help you. I don't need help. Well, you see. I'm bound by the law. I've been working this Cappuccino case for over three years. Every time we think we have something on him, his lawyers get in the way and get him out. I wish I was like you. I wish I could just walk up to him and shoot him. But I can't. It's too bad. Because I know where is central warehouse is. Not these abandoned warehouses, like that one out there. Why don't you pay him a visit? You got the wrong bean. I'm not just some hired gun. Who says I'm hiring you? You already have a boss, don't you? I bet he doesn't really like all that attention that you're getting from the media. I can make that go away. I control the evidence, and the evidence says it could've been some rival gang that killed all of Cappuccino's beans last night, or. It could be you. And I have a lot of evidence that says that. Are you going to take me in? I can take you down. I would enjoy that. Freeze! Get out of my bar you punks! I know how to use this! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hold on! I'm a cop! Put down your gun! I don't trust any of you. You drop your guns, both of you! Sorry, grandpa. It doesn't work like that. Okay, okay. I'm going to slowly lower my gun, and I'm gonna go, alright? Alright? This will be real easy. See? This is easy. Remember what I said. We can help each other. Just help yourself out the door. This is for the drinks. Mine and his. Now, you mind if I go to the bathroom before I go? Be quick. Your life depends on it. So dramatic. Sorry. It was a double flusher. But you only flushed once. Hey. Don't I know you from somewhere? Who is Shadow Bean? You're in way over your head. Who is Shadow Bean? You don't have to yell. I'm right next to you. Answer me! Are there two of you? You're not going to shoot me if you need the answers. Besides, I can't answer you anyway. So. I'll have to do this instead! It's a good idea for you to stay down. We'll settle this later. You're not as dumb as you look. Harry. It's Cromwell. My hunch was right. Killer Bean hit Cappuccino's warehouse on the east side. In fact, he was still here when I got here. Whoa, how did that go? Not as well as I would have liked. Hey listen. I got some new info. I found a note in front of Cappuccino's warehouse. It said, Shadow Bean, you are too late. Does that mean anything to you? Harry? You still there? I didn't know they were still in operation. Who? The Shadow Beans. Harry, what's going on? They're highly trained operatives of an organization called the Shadow Agency. Shadow Agency? What are they, a government agency? Why haven't I heard of them? I think they were a private organization. There are some things the government does that are not meant to be known. Their collaboration with the Shadow Agency was one of them. When diplomatic and military tactics failed, our government hired the Shadow Agency to eliminate national security threats. It was more cost effective than training and maintaining our own elite assassins. And the Shadow Beans were better than anything we had. Great. But why here? What are the Shadow Beans doing in Beantown? And what could they possibly want with Cappuccino? I don't know. I thought the Shadow Agency was disbanded. I know our government stopped using them nearly a decade ago. I haven't heard of them since. So do you think this Killer Bean is a Shadow Bean operative? It sounds like he's certainly good enough to be. What do you think I should do is stop him? I don't even know if you can't stop him. But you can start by putting all your cops on double duty. Right. This is the place. Dramatic entrance. Bean, I hate this job. It's so freaking boring. All we do we sit around and drink beer. Are you kidding? This is my dream job! Hey! We're not supposed to be just sitting around drinking beer. Remember what Vagan said? He said we got to move all those crates by morning. If the cops find this stuff, we are screwed. Where are we supposed to move them? I don't know. I didn't really listen to that part. Hey, give me another beer. Oh here, have mine. I shouldn't drink anymore. *sniff* cough* I have a really bad cold. All right! Wait. is this a low carb beer? Hey, speaking of beer. Did you beans hear what happened at the party last night? Some dude went in there, and killed everyone. He even killed Cappuccino's nephew. Geez. Who was this bean that killed everyone? Is he someone I should be worried about? Nah. He's probably just some crazed lunatic, running around with lots of guns. You know, that's the problem with this country. Too many crazed lunatics with guns. Isn't that right, baby? The lunatics aren't the problem. The real problem is the guns. What this country needs is some serious gun control. I mean, we need to take away all the guns. All of them! And just get rid of them! But not my gun. Ohhh! Ow! Bean, you dropped into the wrong place. Looks like what we got here is a standoff. Not really. Over there! Take cover! Call the boss! Get some help! Hello. Vagan! We're being attacked. I think it's Killer Bean! How do you know? Well. He's killing everyone! We're sending the mercenaries. Just hold tight. Keep firing! Don't let up! Grenade! I can see we came to the right place. You made short work of these beans. Don't expect the same fight from us. My squad has been with me through hell. I hand selected them myself from the Academy ten years ago. All of them graduated with top honors. I led these beans through three tours of duty, accumulating a total of 15 Medals of Honor, 11 Purple Hearts. Sure, we lost a few good beans. But you should see what we did to the other bloke. Well, then we went into business for ourselves. Escort detail for high-level dignitaries, Hostage extraction, corporate assassinations, preemptive surgical strikes, Or just plain search and destroy. Heck, we even robbed a few federal banks with business with slow. So this little shindig we got here. Oh, it's nothing. It's just a walk in the park. Are you going to say something or what? Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. I must have totally zoned out on you. Whoa, my eyes are starting to water. Whoo! Sorry. Let's make one thing clear. Last night was a party. Tonight, I get to work! Decaffeinated. Oh well. It was worth a try. This is not a good idea. We should kill him now. Patience, Vagan. I need answers. I need answers from him. He's awake. So. This is the great Killer Bean. You attack my warehouses. You kill my beans. What do you want from me? My guns would be nice. Better enjoy a while it lasts, tough guy. Tough words from a bean who is helpless. Ohhh. No, you did not! Okay. Maybe you did. What do you want, Killer Bean? Who are you working for? What. You expect me to just blurt it all out? My nephew was at the Baker Street warehouse when you attacked it, okay. I think you owe me an explanation. Your nephew? Hmm. Your nephew. He was such a good boy. He wanted to be a DJ as some big nightclub. I told him, someday I'll buy you your own my club. As long as you sell my drugs there. Eh, the profit sharing we never agreed on. But you know, he was such a sweet kid. Oh yeah. Yeah remember him. He was the one playing the music. He always loved his music. Well, he's dead now. Kill this bean. He's wasting my time. It's about time. How does it feel to be killed, by your own gun? Funny. I was about to ask you the same thing. Are we done playing games for today? Finally. Dispatch. This is Cromwell. Roger, Detective Cromwell. I need backup. I'm at 43rd and Main Street. Right away, sir. There's no rush. I got time. Cromwell out. How dare you! How dare you come onto my property, looking to kill me! Who do you think you are? Hate to burst your bubble, Cappuccino. but I'm not here to kill you. What? I'm here to kill him. You just got in my way. I don't understand. You want to kill him? Not me? What the hell is going on? Just shoot him already. It's complicated. Why don't you just beat it. I'm quite interested to knowing why. You wanna die to? Believe me, it's no trouble at all. Actually, uh. I think that my estimated taxes are due soon. I like to stay on top of that stuff. Good idea. Oh. By the way. Vagan? You're fired! It's about time they sent someone with some talent after me. Nothing but the best for you, Dark Bean. I guess they finally learned it's gonna take the best. What the hell is going on? You were one of the Shadow Agency's top beans. I used to look up to you. Now I have to kill you. Why did you betray us, Dark Bean? I didn't betray anyone. The Shadow Agency betrayed me. What? You're the one who destroyed our database, and stole years of intelligence work. How could you do that? And how could you go from policing the world to running guns for this two-bit gangster? Why did you join the Shadow Agency, Killer Bean? To get rid of the trash in this world, one bullet at a time. Yeah, we all joined for the same reason. But when I joined the Shadow Agency 12 years ago, It was more clear cut. Our job was to neutralize threats, while the politicians were paralyzed in diplomatic bullshit. That's just the way I like it. Times have changed. The agency was always privately controlled, But originally we always worked with the government to protect our citizens. Then it all changed. I'm not sure what caused the shift but now, we're just guns for hire, providing services to the highest bidder. Anyone with the right amount of money can buy the talents of the Shadow Beans. On one mission, I was asked to protect some rich dictator. On another, I assassinated an opposing leader. It didn't matter what we did. The Shadow Agency always convinced us that what we did was for the right reasons. But before I left, they had me deliver weapons to the very group of beans I had spent several years trying to take down. That was it for me. Do you expect me to believe any of this? All I know is that you breached the agency's security, and stole years of intelligence work. I didn't steal anything. All the information I took was mine. I wasn't about to give up 12 years of sweat and blood. I needed it to continue my work. And exactly how does serving Cappuccino continue your work? Cappuccino is a major player in the weapons market. Posing as his lackey puts me on the inside. I can find out who wants what, who sells what, and where the big threats are. But unlike at the Shadow Agency, I can finally kill the beans who deserve to be killed. You got yourself a few more minutes of life with that story, Dark Bean. But you can't out talk my trigger finger. It doesn't matter if you believe me or not. This is probably your last mission. If I don't kill you, the Shadow Agency will. What the hell are you talking about? I'm one of their best Shadow Beans. Why would they want me dead? The Shadow Agency knows I could expose them. Any agent that comes in contact with me is compromised. And from what I've been hearing, You've been a liability to the agency since the day you started. Seeing the mess you made last night confirms that the Shadow Agency has a hard time controlling you. They must know you joined for the same reasons I did. They know it's only a matter of time before you find out the truth about them. And if they can't control you now, how will they control you when you do find out? It's smarter for them to diffuse you now, before you become a bigger problem. If they wanted me dead, then why even send me on this mission? You said it yourself. You're one of their best. They tried to kill me before. They sent Shadow Beans after me twice. They both failed. Think about it, Killer Bean. They want us both dead, and we're hard to kill. Regardless of the outcome of this mission, the agency gets what they want. Because one of us will be eliminated. No, no. You're lying. I'm not gonna believe you. I won't believe a word you say. I had to take the shot. I would have done more with my life than you ever will. Doesn't matter now. We're both dead beans. Where's my backup? 6 squad cars eta 3 minutes, 2 special assault units in 5. Get me more. How many, sir? Everyone. Yes? Yes, I am here. 'Deactivated' And who is the target? Deactivated' No. No problem at all. I've always wanted to meet him. I'll call you when the job is done. 'Secure Connection' Drop your guns! Put em down, now! It's not gonna end like this. Drop your guns! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy, hold your fire! Finally brought some backup, huh. Does this satisfy your ego? What do you want, Cromwell? Coming to see if I did your dirty work? He's right over there. Yeah, he's dead all right. But you didn't kill him. He did. What does it matter? You got the results you wanted. Now just step aside and let me by. Let you by? You're the key to this whole mess. If I let you go, I'll never find out about the Shadow Agency, or the Shadow Beans. I can't help you. Why not? You are Shadow Bean, aren't you? Not anymore. They're coming after you, aren't they. Don't shoot! Hold your fire! If you tell me what I need to know, I can protect you. I highly doubt that. I can at least give you a place to stay tonight. Let me help you, Killer Bean. There is nothing you can do that will help me. But I do need a quiet place to think. Not exactly what I had in mind, but this will do. Make yourself at home. This will keep you safe for the night. Hell, it'll probably keep us safe too. I don't plan on staying long. I'll be back in the morning. We have a lot to talk about. Who were these guys? I'd like to know where they get guns like this. Hey, don't touch that stuff. You know better than that. You're contaminating the evidence. I don't think we're going to have a shortage of evidence here. Whoa, hold it! This is a crime scene. No one is allowed on the premises. Nobody ordered no egg foo yung here. Where is Killer Bean? Killer Bean? We put his ass in the slammer. Who are you? Let me put it in a language you can understand. So sorry. No chow mein here. You deliver wrong place. Get your hands in the air! Put them up, now! Now put your hands on your head, drop to your knees. Commander. Thanks for your help. I'm turning in for the night. Right, sir. We'll be here when you get back. Excellent. What do we got here? Just some punk bean we caught assaulting an officer. Well he sure picked the wrong night to do that. Take him in. Hold it! Another move, and we drop you! Take him out! These are very nice guns. Are you sure you want to do that? You need them more than I do. So you're the bean they sent to kill me. Mmm hmm. Who are you? I am Jet Bean. Assassin from the East. I completed my mission. Why do they want me dead? They don't tell me why. And I don't ask. They decided to kill me the moment they sent me on this mission, didn't they. That's what Dark Bean told me. The agency knew that once I found out the truth about them, they couldn't trust me. They were right. Save your breath, Killer Bean. You're going to need it. Don't you know what the Shadow Agency is? Don't you realize how they're using us? I can see you've been brainwashed by Dark Bean. He was a fool. No one Shadow Bean can threaten the agency. But I'm no Shadow Bean. I certainly hope you trained harder than that. Well. At least you're in the fighting mood now. You have been a formidable opponent. I am sorry I have to end this game. You already tried that. It's over. Not for you. 'Secure Connection' Jet Bean, is your mission complete? Jet Bean is dead. I learned a lot about the Shadow Agency today. And it's not for me. I quit. Don't be rash. Think about what you are doing. Why don't you come in? We can talk things over. Oh, I'm coming in. But it won't be for talking. This will do. Original post: u/iamauser12.
Probably w mess up my 10 settings and take over my life again. Hello everyone, We're publishing the latest build to PTS right now. this is a FULL build, so it will be a larger than usual download. The server will be unlocked soon (tm. Details can be found here - Or, if you don't have time to click the link above, here are the details: Thank you everyone for helping us test the upcoming Escalation game update on PTS! We're continuing to gather community feedback, make improvements and fixes, and add additional polish to each major feature, which should be reflected in the large update we're pushing today to the the Test Server. Today's patch should have most of the major structures in place, including an accelerated Outfit Wars loop that will allow players to freely participate in tournaments on PTS. Read on for full patch notes: OUTFIT WARS Outfit Wars matches have now been enabled on a recurring schedule. There will be two Outfit Wars that take place each day (EU and NA primetime) starting tomorrow, Saturday February 15, and running through Tuesday, February 18. They will follow the schedule below: First Outfit War: Opt-In Phase Begins: 8:00 AM PST / 4:00 PM GMT Outfits must opt-in during this phase by using the Outfit Wars tab. Qualify Phase Begins: 11:00 AM PST / 7:00 PM GMT At least one base must be captured in order to earn points during the Qualify phase. Preparation Phase Begins: 11:30 AM PST / 7:30 PM GMT This phase is meant to allow players to let their Outfits know that they've successfully qualified for a match. War Phase Begins: 12:00 PM PST / 8:00 PM GMT When this phase is active, Desolation will be unlocked, and the game mode will go through its routine. Second Outfit War: Opt-In Phase Begins: 3:00 PM PST / 11:00 PM GMT Outfits must opt-in during this phase by using the Outfit Wars tab. Qualify Phase Begins: 6:00 PM PST / 2:00 AM GMT At least one base must be captured in order to earn points during the Qualify phase. Preparation Phase Begins: 6:30 PM PST / 2:30 AM GMT This phase is meant to allow players to let their Outfits know that they've successfully qualified for a match. War Phase Begins: 7:00 PM PST / 3:00 AM GMT When this phase is active, Desolation will be unlocked, and the game mode will go through its routine. Outfit Wars Scoring has been adjusted as well. Facilities and Large Outposts are now worth 15 points on capture, and 6 points per 5-minute tick. Small Outposts and Construction bases are now worth 5 points on capture, and 2 points per 5-minute tick. SANCTUARY The "Nascent Expeditions Representative" in the center shop will now allow you to "trade" resources with her. While on Test Server, resources will not be deducted at this vendor, so if you need more Outfit resources for crafting, you can gain them from her. From the "Outfit Vendor" in the right shop, players can purchase a consumable / deployable flash that is equippable in the Utility Slot (for now. The "Flash XS-1" is available for Merit, and must be restocked on-board Sanctuary when you've run out. Collision with enemy players has been removed in this zone. We've made numerous geometry fixes, and have added ways to get out of some of the pits players could get stuck in, like the one near the Atrium window. The patrolling Bastion beyond the Atrium window has modified visuals (no contrails, more docile engines. and the audio has been removed. Shop icons have been added to the Sanctuary minimap. The "Expedition Coordinator" in the center shop will now be more responsive based on the state of your expeditions being crafted/finished in the Outfit armory. Updated visuals of Equipment Terminals. An initial blockout (a blockout is a rough form with very little detail) of the external structure that orbits Sanctuary's hub will now be visible from the various windows aboard Sanctuary. RESOURCE GAIN IN THE WORLD Capturing Small Outposts now grants 5 Auraxium to any participating Outfit. Capturing Large Outposts and Facilities now grants 25 Auraxium to any participating Outfit. Owning bases with your Outfit still provides the tick rates shown on the map. Ticks occur every 5 minutes. When a Meltdown alert triggers, the faction that started the alert will receive an immediate 5x tick of resources from bases they own. When a Meltdown alert ends, the faction that won the alert will receive an immediate 5x tick of resources from bases they own. Unstable Meltdown alerts do the same, but with only a 2x tick of resources from bases owned. At the end of the alert, all Outfit ownership is wiped. DESOLATION Various terrain and cover adjustments have been made. This zone is still very much a work in progress. Vehicle and Air pads have had their visuals converted to Construction-style structures, and we've reduced the number available to two of each. Currently, each pad has its own Cortium supply with which to pull vehicles from, but in later updates we'll be adding a main Silo structure which fuels all pads, similar to the normal construction system. Nanite recovery in this zone is still broken, and will be fixed in a later update. This zone no longer appears unlocked when it is unavailable. Relic H is now properly connected to the Warpgates. BASTION FLEET CARRIER Bastion no longer moves or fires without active waypoints, and waypoints will be removed when the Captain exits the Captain's seat. Bastions now require four separate War Asset components to be crafted before the Bastion itself. Captains no longer receive grief points when allies are damaged by running into the vehicle. Interacting with the Bastion preview model in the terminal no longer causes framerate drops. Bastion map icon no longer detaches itself from the player's map indicator. Players can now redeploy into a Bastion despite leaving and re-entering the zone. NSO characters can no longer deploy into Bastions belonging to other players. WAR ASSETS AND OUTFIT PAGE Six more Expedition types have been added to the War Asset menu. In the future, only one Expedition will be active at a time. A. N. V. I. L. no longer floats above the ground for some players. now reserves its landing area, preventing players and vehicles from clipping into them before it lands. waypoints will now reject placement if they are placed too close to a vehicle or player. Citadel Shield no longer enters a state where its bubble can stay up indefinitely. Outfit Name has been added to the Home screen. Improved the UI feedback for buttons in this screen. It should now be more obvious why something can or can't be crafted. Steel Rain no longer pulls players out of vehicles. MISCELLANEOUS Optimized the HUD health elements to reduce framerate spikes. Fixed an issue causing players to be unable to Warp to other continents through the map screen. A7 currency no longer resets when the player logs out. Cycling through weapons in Sanctuary no longer causes audio spam. Cortium icon is no longer missing from the Construction terminal. KNOWN ISSUES A minimum of three Outfits are required to qualify for a full match in the War Phase. Get organized! If a spawned Flash XS-1 is despawned (via the owner re-deploying) if a player is in the rumble seat they will become unable to move. There are some visibility issues in some of the interior structures (Command Centers) in the Desolation map. As a result, terrain geometry will disappear when inside them.
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Apply Language Selection Please select the language(s) of the music you listen to. Windows On The World Songs Album is inactive Windows On The World is a English album released on Jan 2006. Windows On The World Album has 22 songs sung by Donald Walters. Listen to all songs in high quality & download Windows On The World songs on. Where to watch windows on the world movie. Windows on the World, despite the fact that it takes place in the weeks following the 9/11 terrorist attack in New York, is a film that is urgently for our time. It is a hero's journey of a son trying to find his father in that grief-stricken landscape and the characters stand in for the millions of immigrants, legal and illegal, who contribute in their everyday lives, to the American landscape. The film seeks to counter the narrative that's all-too-prevalent in today's political and media landscape by telling a story set in America's biggest and most diverse city, at its darkest time. The script by playwright and novelist Robert Mailer Anderson (who also produced the film) is wise and completely engaging; he creates indelible characters who are ultimately inspiring and uplifting. Edward James Olmos gives what he considers to be the performance of a lifetime, and the rest of the cast is terrific as well-with a special shout-out to Glynn Turman. The direction, by Olmos's son Michael, is sure-handed, getting terrific performances from his cast, including his father, in this father-son story, and it's beautifully lensed. The music, including jazz and a title track written by Anderson, is pitch-perfect, supporting the story without getting in the way. This film should be seen by everybody-and I'm sure it will be in mainstream distribution soon, as this is a time when, although the major studios may have turned their backs on substance, terrific indie films like this one have many other possible venues. If you can't see it at a film festival, like I did, keep a keen eye out for it. Terrific and inspiring.
Wanted to share some tips, tricks and exploits against AIs to make the game easier. If you have any, feel free to share it here and it might help someone to better understand this game and succeed on higher difficulty: Use spy to view buildings list When a spy is assigned to Diplomat or Spy on a city, you can view the city's current project, its buildings and yields, but you cannot see all the units, buildings and wonders that it is able to build ( for example. But if you first click on the right side of any of your own cities and bring up your production list ( click on the circled area) and then go to Espionage window and click View, then you are now able to see what units, buildings and wonders are available in this city ( result. This trick can let you know: What technologies does this AI have exactly. In the example above I saw University, Galleass and Knight, meaning that Korea now has Education, Compass and Chivalry, but I didn't see Bank even that it already has a Market, meaning that Korea does not have Banking yet. Is it building a World Wonder right now in one of its other cities. Without doing this trick, you could still see if the city that you've put a spy on is building a World Wonder or not, but you would not know if some other cities of that Civ are building any wonders. In the example above, if Alhambra were grayed out, then it would mean that Korea is building it in one of its other cities. How to steal tech efficiently The mechanic for stealing technology is like this: when your spy arrives at a city controlled by Civ A for a Spy mission, the game will generate a list of techs that Civ A has and you do not have but you are able to research right away. Then, from this list, it will pick the tech that has the highest research cost, and then use this number to be divided by the science output of this city to calculate the turns needed for this spy to perform the Steal Technology action (note: of course there are a lot of modifiers to be added in, such as the Rank of the spy, buildings like Constabulary, etc., but I'm not gonna go into the exact math here. That's why it is better to send your spy to a city with high population, since usually (but not always) high population city will have high science output, reducing the turns needed to steal a tech. But we could also deliberately hold off researching some techs, so that the game would use these low-cost techs to calculate the turns needed for stealing. (NOTE: I've used IGE to set up the example below just to demo it) For example, I'm playing as Spain and I've put a spy in Venice. Venice is currently at this tech progress, while I'm currently at this tech progress. It is turn 82 right now, so my spy will arrive at Venice at turn 86. If I want to steal Banking from Venice, and I decide to research Guilds first, then at turn 85 I would complete Guilds and at turn 86, my spy would tell me that it'll take 21 turns to steal a tech. This is because that at the start of turn 86, the tech with the highest cost that I can steal from Venice is Chivalry. But if, instead of completing Guilds, I switch to researching Physics when there is only 1 turn left for Guilds, then at turn 86, my spy will only need 11 turns to steal a tech. This is because that Guilds is now the tech with the higest cost that I can steal from Venice, and it has much lower tech cost comparing to Chivalry. Then after that, I just have to research Guilds and Chivalry myself within 11 turns, and then I can steal Banking from Venice (provided that my spy isn't killed, of course. In a real game, you might be wondering "how would I know an AI's exact tech progress in the first place, then. Well, it is near impossible to know an AI's exact tech progress without cheating, for sure, but there are various ways to know what techs does an AI have right now. For all the Civs that you've met, if they possess a tech that you don't have yet, then you will get a discount for researching that tech. For example right now no one has Banking, and it will cost you 1000 science to research it. If a Civ that you've met has just researched banking, then it will cost you 950 science to research (numbers are made up in this example. Also, when an AI enters a new era, you would get a notification like "Elizabeth has entered the Renaissance era" or "An Unmet Player" if you haven't met the Civ yet. By combining these two, you can easily know which tech the AI has just researched that brought it into a new era (if none of the techs are showing a discount for you, then it means that this AI has entered a new era by completing all techs in the previous era. AIs tend to prioritize the tech that will unlock their UB and/or UU, meaning that you would expect The Ottomans to enter Renaissance with Gunpowder, Germany to enter Renaissance with Banking, etc. Please note that this is obviously not guaranteed, but just with high probability. When you are trading with an AI, hover over Open Borders. Assuming that you don't have Civil Service, then if the AI also does not have Civil Service, then it will say "Neither player yet has the Technology to trade this item (Civil Service) as shown here. If this AI then has Civil Service, then you wouldn't see this message. The same applies to Research Agreement and the Education tech, Defensive Pact and the Chivalry tech (also Accept Embassy and Writing tech, but that's not important. Tile output. If you hover over an ordinary Mine within an AI's territory and it has 4 hammers instead of 3 hammers, then this AI already has Chemistry (exclude the cases with Petra, Five-Year Plan tenet and such. Same applies to Fertilizer (4 food on a Farm without fresh water) and Compass (1 gold on a sea resource with a Fish Boat. Note that you don't need vision on those tiles to make them show you the actual yield. In Deity, when you get your first spy, you would normally want the higest cost to fall on Guilds or Compass, Guilds because that it is the least important in the first column of Medieval techs, and Compass because that although it is at the second column of Medieval techs, it has a lower tech cost, with a base value of 375, while all other techs in that column have a base cost of 485. The faster you can level up your first spy, the earlier it can reach Rank 3 and start couping City-States to give you an advantage. Science overflow exploit For all AIs that you've met, if they possess a tech that you currently don't have, then the science cost of that tech will be reduced. To be more specific, it can be calculated using the follwing formula: tech_cost = original_tech_cost / research_reduction research_reduction = 1 + 0. 3 * players_that_have_tech / players_alive original_tech_cost: the science cost of a tech without any reduction players_that_have_tech: number of players that you have met and also have this tech players_alive: number of players that are still in the game Also, whenever you finish researching a tech, the extra science will go into a special pool (let's call it science overflow. This science has not yet been put into any tech. After you choose the next tech to research and end this turn, this science overflow will be first enlarged by the research_reduction above, then added by the science output of this turn, then put into the progress of the next tech. For example (used IGE to set up) right now at turn 34, I'm aiming at Civil Service and this is my tech progress. I deliberatly locked the "Avoid Growth" checkbox in all my cities to make sure that I will be outputing 32 science every turn. I also modified all the other 7 AIs to make sure that I've met all of them, and they all have researched the 3 techs required for Civil Service. If I just simply complete all 3 techs one by one, then I will finish them all on turn 48, with 11 science overflowed into Civil Service and 11 turns to complete. But if I leave all three techs with 1 turn left to complete, then on turn 47, I will be at this tech progress. Then I complete them one by one in the next 3 turns, and on turn 50, I have 84 science overflowed into Civil Service and 8 turns left to complete, meaning that I've gained 9 science compared to the previous case (in the first case, with two more turns, I would end up with 75 science in Civil Service and 9 turns to complete on turn 50. This is because that, by doing this, the science overflow is snowballing by the research_reduction modifier every turn, while in the first case, yes there is still science gained from science overflow, but it is much less than the second case. You may find this "9 more science" not thrilling at all, especially that in a real game it is obviously not guaranteed that all AIs would have all these 3 techs required for Civil Service and that I've met all of them at this point, which means that the research_reduction will be even lower. But remember that your science output would surely increase over time, and AIs might research those techs while you are pursuing Civil Service, or that you might meet more AIs. In fact, Civil Service is one of the best moment to use this trick, since that none of the 3 prerequisites are important (well unless you are playing Arabia, for example, then unlocking Bazaar from Currency asap will be important) but getting Civil Service asap can get you a lot of food for better growth. Before the 279 BNW patch, there is actually a major exploit to achieve a fast science victory using the knowledge above, but it is fixed (or restricted, to be more exact) in the 279 patch. Take a look here for more information.
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Depression is a vicious bitch that not only drains your happiness, willpower, and self-esteem, but a curse that also takes away the essence of who you are, locking it away deep inside your own soul. The person you once were, full of hopes and dreams, sinks into a pit so deep it feels like there's no chance of ever escaping. Every smile that appears on your weary face, is nothing more than a carefully put together facade; A mask that has to be put on every morning, just to stop people hopelessly asking what's wrong. For me personally, it wasn't the loss of myself that bothered me the most, nor the anhedonia that occupied every moment of every day. No, the worst thing was my lack of empathy for the people around me: Family, friends, strangers, their presence seemed to make no difference to me whatsoever. It felt like they could all vanish from the face of the Earth, and it just wouldn't matter. This fact would become abundantly clear a couple of days ago, when I heard a terrified woman screaming outside, in the middle of the night. It was a blood curdling call of absolute terror, hopelessness, and despair. Though partially muffled, it rang loud throughout the entire neighborhood, waking me up from an uneasy slumber. I'm ashamed to admit, that my first reaction wasn't one of concern, or even morbid curiosity. What I felt, was little more than annoyance, that someone had dared to interrupt my sleep. Insomnia had become a fateful enemy in my daily life. A not so lovely side effect from the antidepressants my doctor had put me on. So, on the rare occasion I managed to fall asleep without too much internal quarrel, it was a pain in the ass to be suddenly awoken. Logically, I knew something was wrong, that I should at the very least have tried to help. I peeked out my window, trying to figure out the source of the distress, but I couldn't quite localize the sound. Instead of risking physical harm myself, I promptly called the police. They said a patrol car would be on its way, and that they'd give assist to the panicked woman once they found her. All in all, the dispatcher didn't seem too worried about the situation. In the meanwhile, I headed outside onto my porch, intending to help the police find this poor woman, when they arrived. Once I got outside, it sounded as if the screaming came from my own backyard, but as I checked it out, I could find nothing more than overgrown weeds and junk I hadn't cleaned up yet. I circled the house a few times, until I saw a patrol car pull onto my street. Since I was unable to figure out where the screams came from, I headed back inside to let the officers deal with the situation. Minutes later, the screaming stopped. Annoyed, but most of all, tired, I returned to bed. That night, I couldn't find a single minute of rest. Just the act of falling asleep had been an uphill battle since the start of my therapy. It's not that the drugs didn't help, because they did. They allowed me to get out of bed in the morning, and get about my day without breaking down. On the other hand, they didn't eliminate the undying depression still hidden within me. It was more as if the sadness had been numbed down; Still present, desperately etching its way towards the surface. The following day was an exhausting mess of work, coffee, and numerous toilet breaks. By the time day gave way to night, I just prayed that I could finally get some much needed shuteye. Alas, sleep would elude me once more, and as midnight approached, the air was once more filled with the horrific screams of the terrified woman. I got out of bed, a hint of worry shoving its way through the hazy emotional ocean within me. That time, I didn't even hesitate before calling the police However, the concern I had for the woman being in trouble, had turned into a certainty that she was just a raving lunatic under the influence of whatever drugs she'd gotten her hands on. Again, they promised to send a patrol car, and I headed outside to wait for them, ready to flag them down once they arrived. I went around my house, and still had the unsettling feeling that the screams came from my own backyard. I searched through the tall grass, checking if someone had been hiding in the dark, obscured by plants and dirt. Then it dawned on me. The screams weren't actually coming from the yard itself, but from under the ground. Somehow, the woman had been trapped under my backyard, her screams muffled by tons of dirt. Before I could think about it any further, I noticed the same patrol car from last night, pull into my street. I ran over to the road, and waved them over, hoping they could help me solve the mystery. Only one of the two officers stepped out of the car. He was a large man, approaching me with an annoyed expression on his face. “Sir, are you the one that called us? ” he asked. “Yeah, that was me, come over and help me, please! ” I asked frantically, trying to make myself heard over the nonstop screaming. All the while, I kept my eyes fixed at the ground, trying to pinpoint the exact location. “Did you drop something? ” he asked back, barely audible over the noise. I looked up, baffled at his sarcastic tone while someone was literally screaming for their life. “What the hell are you talking about? ” “You made a call yesterday, and today, about a person in distress. Yet, no signs of trouble have been found. Do you know how seriously we take fraudulent calls? ” he asked. It didn't take more than that, to realize how oblivious he was to the situation unfolding around him. “So, where is this screaming woman? ” he asked. “Wha – what? You don't hear it? ” I asked as I pointed towards the ground. “The screaming is coming from the ground? ” he asked, as if I was pulling a prank on him. “Yes! ” Then, as he saw the serious look on my face, his tone suddenly changed from sarcastic, to one of concern. He very gently kept asking questions, not about the screaming woman, but about me. “Sir, are you on any kind of medication, or do you have a history of hearing things that aren't there? ” I shook my head, “I'm just on antidepressants, but so what? ” I said, still not understanding what he was getting at. He took a step closer, carefully approaching me as if I were some wild animal. “Sir, listen. I know this all seems distressing, but I have to tell you, there aren't anyone screaming here, no one in trouble. Other than the two of us talking right now, the entire neighborhood is completely quiet, just as it was last night. ” I didn't respond, too afraid to believe the words he said. “If you just come with me now, we can get you some help, I know some great doctors that deal with these things, ” he continued. I immediately declined the offer, which resulted in a brief argument. Eventually he agreed to leave me alone, but only if I promised to schedule an appointment with my psychiatrist, to sort out my prescription. He also politely asked me to stop calling them about the 'non-existent. screaming woman. By the time he'd left my backyard, the screaming had already faded away for the night. I head back to bed, questioning my own sanity. Before attempting to sleep, I did some quick research online, and learned that some unlikely side effects of my medication, were auditory and visual hallucinations. I decided then and there, to stop taking the pills, and to book an appointment with my doctor, to figure out if we could try another drug. After another, mostly sleepless night, the morning greeted me with rain clouds and harsh wind. I skipped my morning pill, and decided to take the day off work to sort myself out. Then, if I suffered a complete, mental breakdown, at least no one would be there to witness it. I spent the majority of the day just playing games and watching stupid videos online. The day actually seemed to fly by, and before long, the gray clouds in the sky became obscured by the creeping darkness of night. I felt unnaturally awake, and weirdly anxious about the screaming woman, who I'd convinced myself was nothing but a figment of my overactive imagination. While I waited for sleep to overpower me, I kept staring out into my empty yard. Once midnight rolled around, I decided I was clear to get ready for bed. As I finished up brushing my teeth, flossing, and all the other impossible, and exhausting tasks necessary to be counted as a functioning member of society, I heard the screaming return for a third time. After the horror of the haunting scream had faded, I noticed something different about the woman. The yells that had seemed terrified, and in pain, had turned to cries of sadness, of fear, and they weren't muffled even in the slightest. I rushed into my bedroom, and peered out through my window. There, in the middle of my yard, stood a worn down well, seemingly materialized out of nothing. With little thought regarding my own safety, I went outside to check it out. I peeked over the edge, and saw what looked like an endless, pitch black abyss that led into nothingness. The cries continued, somberly filling the air with overwhelming emotion. “Hello? ” I called out cautiously. “Can you hear me? ” No response. Just the inconsolable wailing of someone who sounded like they'd lost everything in the world, that ever mattered to them. “Hey, are you hurt? ” I continued. Nothing. Before calling out again, I ran around my house, and into the garage. There, I grabbed a flashlight, an unnecessarily long length of rope, and chalk to improve my grip if I had to pull her up. I shined my flashlight down the endless hole, hoping the bottom, and its victim would reveal themselves. Even while leaning over the edge, it was too dark, and the well was simply too deep. “Listen, I'm calling for help. Hang on down there! ” I said, before pulling out my phone, and calling the police. Once they'd been called for the third time, making sure to confirm I was the person who'd disturbed them twice that week; they hesitantly agreed to send someone to check it out. I started lowering the rope down the well. I estimated about twenty feet before it hit the bottom, which made it all the more bizarre that I couldn't illuminate it with my flashlight. “Tie the rope around you, and I'll pull you back up! ” I yelled, as I started fixing the other end of the rope, to the car. She still hadn't answered me, so I gave her an extra minute to fix the rope around herself. Unfortunately, once I started pulling, it became clear that she hadn't even touched it. I tried again, and again, but she never caught on. After the fifth failed attempt, I figured my best bet would be to simply wait for the police. The job would be far easier with better equipment. I waited an hour for the police to show up, but they never did. All the while, I tried to talk to the frightened woman down the well, but she didn't even acknowledge my presence. In the end, fearing that the well would vanish as quickly as it had appeared, I decided to climb down there myself. It was a heroic, but equally stupid act. Even with my past as a rock climber, but I couldn't just let her sit there all alone. “Alright, I'm coming down! ” I said, before I grabbed the rope, and started my descent. Flashlight attached to the belt, and my phone safely tucked away in my zipped pocket. The descent itself should have taken no more than half a minute. I climbed down what I assumed was twenty feet, but I still couldn't see the bottom of the well. I started to worry that I had been wrong, that it was far deeper, and that I wouldn't have the power to pull myself back up, should it go too deep. Then, for the first time since the woman's screams and cries had started haunting me, she spoke. “No, what are you doing? Leave me alone! ” she said, on top of the sobs, as if the sounds were one and the same. “What? ” I said out loudly, more confused than anything. “Please, just go away. You don't belong here! ” she said, her voice becoming clearer by the second. It was an odd sensation. It didn't actually feel like her voice was a sound I could sense, but rather as if I could interpret her cries of despair. It was a language not spoken in words, but one understood by emotion. “No, I need to get you out of - “ I tried to say before the rope just slipped. The rope itself only sank down a couple of feet, but the movement was enough to make me lose my grip. I slid down as the friction burned my palms raw, until I just let go. I was falling, not just a few feet, but for minutes on end, an infinite distance towards the black void below. I don't remember hitting the ground. I just know that once I woke up, my arm had been shattered beyond recognition, mangled and useless. My foot didn't fare much better, but the flashlight had miraculously survived the fall, and lay only a couple of feet away. After forcing myself up into a sitting position, groaning as I instinctively used my broken arm, I reached out for the flashlight. I accidentally bumped into it while attempting to grab a hold of it, which caused it to roll innocently away, and drop into a hole in the ground, vanishing for good. The realization hit me like a freight train, that I hadn't actually reached the bottom of the well, but a plateau endlessly far away from the top, and equally far from the bottom. I peeked over the edge, and looked as the flashlight fell, shrinking until its once bright light became little more than a dot in the distance. I pulled out my phone. With its screen half broken, and the backside crushed, it was still my last beacon of hope in the literal pit of hopelessness I'd fallen into. I used the dim light from the shattered screen to observe my narrow surroundings, but apart from the hole going further down, there was little help to be found. “Hello, lady, are you still there? ” I called out, but no one responded. I didn't even think about helping her anymore. I just didn't want to be alone. The rope I'd used to climb down dangled inexplicably in front of me. Despite the distance I'd fallen, and the fact that the rope only reached for about fifty feet, it still existed impossibly within the darkness, taunting me with its presence. I couldn't hope to climb it up with a broken arm. Even if I could somehow grab onto the rope, it still seemed endlessly far to the top. I couldn't even see the opening anymore, and nothing but darkness existed above. Then, I heard a familiar voice coming from outside of the well. “I'm telling you, this is where I saw him last night, ” a muffled voice said. It was the cop from yesterday, the one that had questioned me about the screaming woman. “And he's not answering the door? You sure he's the one that called? ” another voice chimed in. “Positive, same number. He seemed a bit out of it though. I'm guessing he wasn't all there, if you know what I mean. ” “Poor sap, he really just wanted to help some woman that didn't exist, huh? ” “Yep, we'll circle around the house again, but then we're heading back, no point wasting time here again. ” I called out for help, hoping they'd somehow hear my cries, but it was futile. They couldn't hear the woman call for help; how would they hear me? I tried to call my colleagues, my friends, basically anyone on my short contact list, but they're not picking up. So, I'm using what little battery I have left to write this, to beg for help before time runs out. I can't climb out of this hole alone, and my only other route goes further down into the endless abyss of darkness. Please, I need help, but whatever you do, don't climb down the well, and don't follow the screaming.
Watch windows on the world download. Watch windows on the world reviews. #WhatKindWindows on the World Windows on the World See Page Download WindoWS on THe World Free Online. If you think you already know where this is going, youd better brace yourself because its worse. After over 30 years as a forensic psychiatrist, Im retiring, and started writing a book about my stories; I even made some interviews with families of former patients to see how things went in the long run. Back in the day, I was the only woman with a crime-related job in the county, and of course the police threw me the worst possible cases, so they could use my gender to justify when I failed. The most normal patients I had were people who lost it and tried to murder their family because they were pretty sure that their target was a. a doppelganger b. a commie or c. a commie doppelganger. But still, among all this oddity, Patient #1917 – hereby named Rebecca – is a story that still intrigues and fascinates me. Rebecca was 36 years-old when I met her – we were about the same age, which I think was a factor that helped us connect. She had been arrested after stabbing her twin sister 28 times. I still have a copy of Rebeccas patient tapes to help my memory; the story Im about to tell is not an exact transcription – I possibly couldnt, for reasons that will become clear later – but, in broad strokes, is the content of our conversations. The police wanted to know whether she was imputable or had to be sent to a criminal mental ward, and I had five weeks to determine it before her trial. As usual, I started by making the patient feel comfortable around me. I complimented her beautiful auburn hair and how tall she was, remarked that we were around the same age even though she didnt look like it, and made a joke regarding a toy from our childhood. I then introduced the topic of her family on our conversation, asking if she had a history of mental illness and such. When Rebecca was mildly uncomfortable, I struck her with the crucial question: do you hate your twin sister? Rebecca then started to freak out and scream that she had no twin sister, and who she killed was merely an imposter, who took her life, her husband and her job. Week one showed no progress, but I at least got to establish how she was. Before seeing her again, I made sure to interview her parents, brother-in-law – the man she believed to be her husband – and two former co-workers. All the five of them reported the same: Rebecca had always been sort of an airhead, who was known for leaving and not coming back when she said she would, losing jobs constantly, and generally making people worry. They were shocked, concerned or maliciously amused when I informed them that Rebecca told me that her twin sister stole her job – apparently, the sister was the branch director to a major décor business, while the most successful that Rebecca had ever been was keeping a job for two straight months at Walmart. Due to her issues with organization and commitment, Rebecca had been living with her parents again, despite being a full-blown adult. “No one would rent her an apartment because she was known for never paying. I once took pity in her and let her be my roommate. It was hell”, one of the former co-workers, lets call her Anna, explained to me. “I think her parents only took her in out of guilt. ” As her mother made a difficult face, her father explained that Rebecca was probably this way because they had another kid who died as a baby and, in their grief, maybe they neglected her. “Even though her sister turned out perfectly. I think she fought really hard to be so well-adjusted”, the mother added. So Rebecca had been living with her elder parents for a while. Then, a few months earlier, she suddenly disappeared. Since she constantly gave her family this sort of shit, no one was exactly concerned. “We thought she was couch-surfing or something”, her brother-in-law explained. “It wouldnt be the first time, shes an adult and she knows how to stab people if she wants to, so why should we worry? ” It was clear that everyone thought Rebecca was unreliable and a general burden, so they decided that she would benefit from taking some time alone and learn how to manage herself. After thoroughly getting their side of the story, I saw Rebecca again. Thinking about what her family and friends said, it struck me as odd that her looks were as flawless as they could be: her hair was always beautifully arranged, her clothes were tidy, her nails were clean… she looked very much like someone whos got their shit together. This Rebecca in front of me didnt seem at all like the disheveled and unstable woman that people described. She looked way more like the successful branch director that she claimed to be. After a bit of small talk to make her more receptive, I asked her what seemed to me like the most crucial question at the moment: if your sister is an imposter, why do people still remember you? “Because she implanted fake memories about a fake me on people! ” she replied. I had felt a spark of hope that her uncanny story could be true, but this sentence poured water on it. Maybe the men were right and I was too emotional for the job. “Tell me more about the land of forgotten selves”, I asked then. During weeks two and three, Rebecca described in rich detail the place she had been during her time missing. It didnt sound like any place I knew of in real life, so if she had made it up she was a hell of a storyteller. I managed to sum up the main points of her report. People fall in there when their real selves are forgotten by others. I was impeccable my whole life, Doctor. Great daughter, great wife, great boss. I didnt let people see my struggles. How I only slept three hours a night to make sure everything was always perfect, or how devastated I feel every time someone asks more of me. Im already giving you the most! But if you serve perfection youre only expected to keep doing it, maybe overcome it. People arent grateful anymore. They assume its your job in life to be spotless. I learned to be this way early in life because my parents were always sad, and I absolutely couldnt bring myself to make them worse. I would never, ever, get in trouble or hurt them in any way. I would make them proud. Soon I became addicted to the feeling of being the golden child of the world. I couldnt bear to fail, not even once. I woke up on the wrong side of reality one day. Everything was flipped, like a mirrored image. And most of the things there are just… forgotten too. Like Windows vista, or the movie Jupiter Ascending. Of course back then those things didnt exist, Im just using examples that are tantamount to what she said) You walk endlessly. The streets are empty and theres some sort of sadness hanging in the air. They arent devastated by war but everything is covered in ugly graffiti and theres trash everywhere. The very place is forgotten. Although the streets are empty, you see some people eventually. After walking a lot. But they arent people. They are immaterial shadows shaped like people. They try to interact with you, and even if you try too, you cant. Its like youre both the boy in the stripped pyjamas but no one else is actually on the other side. Once again, a modern equivalent) Sometimes you walk through some ugly forest, lifeless and yellowed too. No matter the scenery, you feel forlorn and small. When the night comes, youll always find an abandoned storehouse to sleep at, but you have to be careful, because in the dark the forgotten monsters come out. You have to be very, very quiet and apathetic, because if your sense of self is too strong you let out a scent that attracts them. Its lonely and maddening. The only thing that kept me going all these months was knowing that eventually someone was bound to remember me. The real me. someone that only I could do because I am Rebecca [redacted. And thinking that when I came back I would finally relax and let myself be good enough as I am. Of course, that made my scent stand out, but Im very smart, even though I dont look like it now. I soon learned how to control it or hide it. I dreamed of coming back to my husbands arms and sleeping six hours a day. Thats all I could think of even when I was hiding from the forgotten monsters or planning something. And of course, I knew how to use a knife. I got myself quite a few of forgotten knives. I had a lot of forgotten objects with me. A forgotten model of (analogic) camera that was a market failure, clothes belonging to forgotten trends, and even the knowledge of forgotten stories. Unfortunately, I know they were there, but I couldnt bring anything back, not even the stories that once entered my mind. They belong in there. Eventually I think someone remembered me, because I was back. The things unflipped. I woke up in my house, in my bed, and I caught a glimpse of my husband across the slightly-ajar door. As I ran to him, full of joy and ready to hug him and never let go, she was there. The other me. The fake twin. The usurper. I froze, still inside our bedroom, having a panic attack. I stabbed her later that day, after he left and I was able to sneak out to the kitchen and get a knife to protect myself from the intruder. The way she was there… just standing perfectly still, like she wasnt something entirely alive. The way she grinned to me as I dug the knife over and over into her unnaturally soft but also gooey flesh. I cant forget it, Doctor. No matter how people think Im crazy, I just know that she is not human. Its a relief that shes gone. Her words sent shivers down my spine – she just sounded and acted so sane, so utterly, genuinely terrified. Still, I knew that giving her a “no mental illness” evaluation meant sentencing her to a long time in regular prison, where her life was sure to be pure hell. No one likes a fratricide, especially in prison for women, where most of them are tough but are actually there for drug dealing or intentional manslaughter. Could I do that to a woman just because she was sane? Besides, saying in court that Rebecca wasnt mentally ill meant being questioned, having her case reviewed by male psychiatrists, and losing what little credibility I was able to build so far. I also knew that she had no way of proving that her sister was an imposter. But its impossible to succeed when people want you to fail without using unorthodox methods, so I asked her anyway. The answer was surprising and thrilling. “A proof? You know how I told you I couldnt bring anything back? Thats not entirely true. ”. Rebecca whispered to me about one thing she was able to come back from the land of forgotten selves with. Pictures. It was by the ending of our last meeting, even though it was still week four. She instructed me where she had hidden a small envelope with a couple of polaroid-like pictures. All our conversations were recorded, so I could never tell Rebecca that there was a chance she wasnt crazy; I would lose my job for sure, as Im pretty sure someone was actively spying on us. Still, I secretly made copies of each tape, because her case was just too fascinating and I didnt want to forget it. Im glad I did. The photos arent high quality, she explained. Theres a reason why those analog cameras were forgotten – they were awful. But I looked forward to at least catching a glimpse of the fairy-talish place where she claimed to be for the past few months. Of course, the pictures could have been taken anywhere. But I know that they werent. Because later that day I went to Rebeccas house (supposedly her twin house) to retrieve them, giving her husband/brother-in-law some excuse about the investigation as I rang his doorbell. It took me ages to find the envelope, concealed inside a nearly unperceivable crevice of her box bed – something that would be impossible for Rebecca to notice if it wasnt her own bed, I must say. When I finally found it and was ready to open and see its content, I heard something coming from the window; a humanoid shape, but way too fast… then I blacked out as soon as I felt something sharp touching the base of my head. I woke up hours later in my own house, and of course the envelope was nowhere to be found. I never got to see the pictures, but not seeing them made me believe Rebecca even more. After that incident, my boss called and requested me to take a day off. He was a stern and sexist man, but in that moment he sounded weird, overly friendly. On the same day, a man in nondescript clothes and big sunglasses came to my house. He and other three guys that looked awfully like him searched the whole house, but didnt seem to find anything. I suspect they wanted the copies of my tapes, but being the paranoid type, I had buried them in a location I wont disclose. When I went to work again, a tall older man that made my usually confident boss really nervous and fidgety requested to talk to me. He explained that Rebeccas case wasnt under the countys jurisdiction anymore, and that I should relax a bit and dont let my work get to me. I was then ordered to hand him all the files about Rebecca, and my boss was ordered to send me on a good vacation because I had been under too much stress. Honestly, as I sipped on mimosas in Costa Rica later that week, I thought someone was coming to kill me, but it didnt happen. It took me years to realize that killing some younger female forensic psychiatrist would be so much more suspicious than disregarding what she said if she ever said something. I didnt. I kind of doubted my own sanity for a while, but decided to move on, telling myself that the only joy in life is that there are things well never comprehend. Things that will remain mysterious because our fancy monkey brains cant grasp it. From time to time, I snooped around to see if I could find anything about Rebecca; but I didnt find anything about her crime, her trial, or even her life. All her record had been erased, and it was like she never existed. I tried to contact her family or friends, but her parents had passed, as they were already pretty old; her husband/brother-in-law moved to another country, and both her former co-workers had very common names and were impossible to track, especially because I had to track them from memory, since their names were never mentioned in the tapes. I looked into her twins medical files too. Lets call the twin Patricia. Around the time that Rebecca stabbed her 28 times, Patricia was admitted on the hospital for being attacked by an unknown person, in a robbery gone wrong. However, she survived. I then looked more into Patricias files. There was nothing else about her, except for her birth certificate – with a small note added by hand: stillborn twin. For years and years, I tried to be very low-profile as I tried to trace the grave or cremation report of the stillborn. If Patricia was an imposter, and if Patricia could manipulate memories, it would be easy to convince her parents that both the twins had lived. Or was Rebecca the dead baby and actually a delusional angst ghost? I dont think Ill ever know, but Im allowed to conjecture and choose to believe in what makes sense to me. Except nothing does. Just today I was walking to my car on the grocery store parking lot, when a woman bumped on me. Based on her hands, I assumed she was in her mid-50s like me, but as I looked up (she was taller than me) I recognized her face. It was Rebecca, except it was probably Patricia, because she had a long scar on the side of her neck. She grinned to me in a way that made my stomach sink, and touched my shoulder to apologize, in a way that felt too rehearsed, too intentional. Her skin was unnaturally soft but also gooey.
Window on the World paperback Length: 224 pages Published: October 30, 2018 In stock ISBN: 978-0-8308-5783-8 Item Code: 5783 Case Quantity: 24 Window on the World is your ticket to travel around the world! If you appreciate Operation World as an adult, your kids will love this invaluable and age-appropriate prayer resource that develops cultural, political, and geographical awareness through a Christian lens. Find out how God is changing the lives of families everywhere through prayer—from the frozen Arctic to the hottest desert, on the highest mountains and in crowded cities. Window on the World brings alive the culture, history, and traditions of all sorts of different people. With "Fact Files" and "Do You Know. features, each section brings you information, true stories, maps, and easy-to-use prayer points that take you into homes around the world. See how children live, what they like to do, where they go to school, what they eat and wear, and what they hope and dream. This revised edition includes new entries for more countries and people groups, with updated information and prayer points from the team at Operation World. It will draw a new generation into learning about the world, reaching out to people, and praying for those who have never heard about Jesus. Through Window on the World, young people and adults alike can discover and pray for the peoples of the world. Introduction World Map Country and People Group Profiles Animism Buddhism Christianity Hinduism Islam Judaism Whats Next? Word List Acknowledgments Image Credits More Molly Wall (MEd, Oklahoma City University) is a researcher, editor and program director with Operation World, a ministry of WEC International, and is based near London in the UK. She is one of the principal catalysts and researchers behind the latest edition of Operation World and Pray for the World, informing Christians worldwide how they can pray for the nations. The Operation World prayer handbook (now in its 7th edition) is widely regarded as the definitive guide to praying for the world. Operation World is one of only two Christian centres that compile comprehensive statistics on the religions, Christian denominations and mission agencies across the globe. Molly came aboard the Operation World team in 2009 after seven years at the U. S. Center for World Mission in Pasadena, California, where she served as a curriculum developer and researcher. Follow Operation World on Twitter at @OperationWorld. A master's graduate in global Christian studies from Providence College and Theological Seminary in Canada, Jason Mandryk sensed that God was putting in him a more global calling to see the big picture, to analyze the trends, and to communicate the global challenge to the church. Jason coauthored the sixth edition of Operation World, released in 2001, with Patrick Johnstone. A regular speaker at mission events, Jason specializes in mission mobilizing, focusing on the biblical basis for mission and weighing strategic considerations for mission today and in the future. Related Titles Recommendations For You Purchased With.
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Watch windows on the world free. Watch Windows on the world in 80. Another little short story for this setting I'm putting together. The world was beautiful. The kaleidoscope of neon, already bright colors made wild and intense and smeared by the downpour. The distant harmony of rain mixed with the melodic sound of tires over wet asphalt and beneath it all the low, bass thrum of the fast response transports. The taste of copper running over her lips. The smell of blood and cordite and black roofing tar and shit. The throbbing, constant ache in the pit of her stomach, while she held her guts in. She tried to keep from falling as she cut down an alleyway, and was able to keep it to a stumble. Discarded noodles slipped under her foot as a police car raced by, harsh yellow and green lights momentarily illuminating the graffiti splashed across the walls. She stared down the alleyway. It divided into half a dozen different directions. She took a step, and her knee collapsed, unable to hold her weight. She bent with it, and fell, slumping against the wall. She slid down onto the ground, a hand on her belly, blood dripping down it. The wound was bad. She could smell her lunch, spicy plankton curry with green sauce. A delicate and unmistakably synthetic piano chord filled the air. If her life had gone different, she might have recognized the name of the chord. As it was, it was just another regret. “Hey, kid, ” said a familiar voice. She blinked blearily, looking up. The man sat on a bottle crate. Lank black hair lay plastered around his face by the rain, sunken eyelids hanging over empty sockets, a fringe of white in his hair. He was dressed in clothes that must have been nice at some point, a pair of shabby and patched slacks and a loose jacket over a plain white T-shirt that failed to conceal a beer gut. That ridiculous keytar hung from a strap around his neck, slung across his lap. “How you doing? ” “This is what I get for following your advice, huh? ” She spat on the ground. Red trickled away under the rain. “Bleeding out. I thought you said I could be a hero. And this is my reward, dying forgotten in an alleyway while hallucinating about where my life went wrong. ” “What, youre not satisfied with that? ” he said, his head tilted to one side, his ear towards her, as he continued to tap the keys. God, the same song. That took her back. “Mister? Whats that song? ” The man turned his head away from her. “Say again? ” “That song you were playing. What was it? It sounded sad. ” “You sound a bit young. Whats a kid like you doing in a bar? ” said the man, slinging the keytar around his neck, putting on that ‘talking to children voice that Peggy recognized and, like all children, loathed. “Im supposed to be here, I serve drinks, ” she said, glaring up at him. “And Im not a kid. Im eight. ” “Ah, my apologies! ” He tapped one of his drooping eyelids. “My sights not what it used to be. ” She laughed, the slight forgiven, amends made. “And that song was the Ballad of Pecos. ” He paused for a moment. “Belle. Famous cowgirl, out in the Southwest. ” “Bill says the only people in the Southwest are hippies, meth addicts, and fundamentalists, ” said Peggy. “And that its like being in the deepest pits of Hell, except at least Hell has culture. ” “Bills your dad? ” asked the man. “No, he just runs the bar. I dont know my dad. Im an orphan. ” She was matter-of-fact about it. Shed had plenty of time to get used to the idea. “Really? Well, Pecos Belle was an orphan too. Her family was heading out West, back in the days when it was Wild. She fell out of the covered wagon by the Pecos River, and they didnt find her, see? Bunch of coyotes found her instead. ” He slung down the keytar, and pressed three keys. A long, slow, mournful synth tone filled the air, like the howl of street dogs but more melodic. “Sing to me, Oh Muse, of the woman raised by Coyote. She grew up, and became the greatest cowgirl in the world. Roping twisters, shooting the stars out of the sky. She hated injustice, and she hated bullies, and she hated beans with a fiery passion, and-” “Why? ” “Hmmm? ” said the man, head tilting back towards her, letting the key fade. “Whyd she hate beans? ” “Well, cause they gave her gas! ” said the man, with an uproarious laugh, as he pressed another key, and Peggy laughed with him at the outrageously low bass thrum. “Fucker, ” said Peggy. The pain was fading. That wasnt a good sign. She couldnt move her legs much. It felt like her boots were made of lead each time she did. “You know what I sacrificed for you? You must have been laughing at me the whole time. Pecos Belle. ” “It was what you needed to hear, ” said the man, as the delicate strains filled the air. “The inspiration you needed to do great things. ” “Great things, ” she snorted, blood dripping down her lower lip, as the rain kept pouring down. “What the fuck did I ever accomplish? ” “Thats a good question, ” said the man, as the song took a change, growing faster, more frenetic. “Amazing shot, ” said the instructor, staring down the range. “Whats your training? ” “Used to get taken down to the basement twice a week to shoot at rats, ” said Peggy. “Well, between the range, your close quarters demonstration, and your run time, looks like you have what it takes to join Everex Enforcement, ” said the man, grinning. “Welcome aboard, Margaret. ” “Peg, ” she said, and gave a grin. “Pecos Peg. ”. “Ive got good news for you. The higher-ups have been very impressed by your work, ” said the marketer, a grin on his face. “Theyre interested in monetizing your image. Everyones going to know you. ” She grinned back, so hard it hurt. This had been what she was looking for. The recognition shed been hoping for. Years of hard work, pushing herself to the edge. “Its an honor. ” “Better than that, its an opportunity. ” He pulled up the paper, revealing the image. “Cordite Mags. ” She stared at the latex. The black leather. The tattoo over the eye. “I was. Well. I mean, I sort of had been working on an idea-” “Mags, come on. Yeah, we got the notes. Old west, nice retro feel, all white hats and stuff. Hey, for my part? I liked it, youve clearly got a flair. I meet enough fakes that I appreciate the genuine article. But thats not what the audience want. They like dark, morally grey stuff. They like heroes who hurt people. Gives them that tormented look. This focus-tested well. So, you know. Next time youve got the chance, kick one of the criminals in their unspeakables, you know? ” She stared down at the thing, her lips twisted into a frown. The marketer gave what he probably thought was a sympathetic smile. “Come on. Youre never going to get anywhere in this business if you cant be flexible, Mags. ”. “Fucking whore. Was it worth it, huh? Was it worth it? ” The Lieutenant had his gun against the womans chin. Tears ran down her bruised cheeks. “Where is he. Wheres the motherfucker? Mags! Get the kid. ” The kid was six. A boy. Peggy grabbed him, her stomach clenching. The rest of the squad stood around the cramped old shit-hole of a house. “Your husbands been fucking with the wrong people. Got involved with snake oil. Left you here to die, ” said the lieutenant. “Im going to ask you once more. If you dont give us his location, Cordite Mags here plants a bullet in the kids head. ” “What? ” said Peggy, so softly that the LT must not have heard. “Now. Three. Two. One. Alright, guess the disregard for family is shared. Mags. ” She reached down, slowly, to her side. Where the gun was. Her fingers wrapped around a familiar shape. The LT turned towards her, and his face went pale. “Were not killing her, LT. ” “Put down the scroll, Mags, ” said the man, his face darkening. The rest of the squad was spreading out, guns drawn, safeties off, hands protectively near ears. “Youll turn the kids brains to fucking chum, just like everyone elses. ” “This doesnt have to get ugly, ” said Peggy, putting an arm around the kids eyes, covering them, her bicep and hand clamping over his ears. Muffling them. “Youre buying into the hype. You open that scroll, I dont care how much bullshit the marketing division feeds you, youll spend the rest of your life screaming for someone to kill you, Mags. ” “The names Peg, you fuckhead, ” she said, and threw the scroll up. It unspooled in an almost leisurely manner as the archaic scrolls were revealed, one after another, shining and flaring into brilliant sickly yellow light. As the scroll finished unspooling, the little brown cylinder it had been wrapped around struck the ceiling. The entire thing flashed into brilliant yellow fire, blazing down and casting pitch-black shadows against the wall, of things that weren‘t there. And then the voice spoke as the rest of the squad screamed and jammed their hands over their ears. Peggy saw the woman follow suit, covering her ears, and she was thankful that for as the Voice of Hastur spoke to her to her Worthless little orphan child who Her eyes stung with tears as she gritted her teeth, trying to keep her arm around the boys ears, even as he struggled. thought she was a hero you were never Her hand on the revolver. She could barely feel her fingers. The voice was right. anything you will die alone in the cold and the rain and She felt the cold steel of the barrel pressed against her chin and her finger tightening and felt a profound sense of relief. nobody will remember your name there is no place for And then, maybe she was hallucinating it, but she could swear she heard a synth chord. heroes She blinked, her finger wavering on the trigger. That didnt sound like Hasturs voice. Whats your name? She saw the LT. His helmet was glowing, the sound-cancelling dampers on it activated as the others fumbled with their earplugs. His pistol was swinging up. She extended her arm, and fired. The barrel of his gun sparked, and then the thing exploded as he tried to fire it. He cursed, stumbling back. “Pecos Peg, she cant be beat! ” Another of the men raised his gun. She fired, and the hammer of his rifle shattered, as the man fruitlessly pulled the trigger. “Pecos Peg, she eats red meat! ” Two of the men rushed her. John, and Harvey. Her buddies on the squad. She brought her knee up, cracking John in the nuts just hard enough to hurt, and he tumbled sideways between Harveys legs, the two of them landing on the ground in a tangled heap. “Pecos Peg, shes real neat! ” One of the men uncovered his head, grabbing for his gun. As tears filled his eyes, he slumped to the ground, holding his head in both hands, sobbing, caught by the tail end of the spell. “Beating hers no mean feat! ” The scroll fell to the ground, the letters flaring out and the voice dying away as the four men in the squad still standing unplugged their ears and levelled their guns. She gave the boy a push, sending him stumbling into his mothers arms. In the same smooth movement, she swung the revolver in a wide arc, and fired the last three rounds. Three of the guns exploded. The revolver twirled through the air, and its ivory handle smacked the last man in the face, breaking his nose and throwing him on his ass. “Pecos Peg, thats my name! ” She stepped forward, and grabbed the womans shoulder, nodding to her. Harvey managed to get to his feet, and drew his gun, levelling at her. “Peg. I cant- You know I cant let you go. ” She turned towards him, and for a moment, her fingers drifted towards the other gun on her hip. Then she grinned. “Im going independent, Harvey. How do you feel about a change of career? ”. “Hey. Kid! ” She opened her eyes, shaking her head, blinking up at the man. He was standing over her. “Fuck. Cant I even die in peace? ” She shifted, trying to pull herself up the wall. “I couldve been rich. You know? Couldve been living it up, living long and happy and fucking my way across half the red light district, drinking the finest sea-plum wines, if I hadnt done that stupid thing. If you hadnt filled my head with that fucking hero nonsense. I wouldnt be dying here like a fucking dog if it werent for you! ” She sat there, panting, as the man played a slow, mournful tune. Her stomach hurt again. The adrenaline racing in her body from the anger was making her aware again, just for a moment. “Yeah. I suppose I knew that, too. The moment I played that song for you, you were going to die. ” “Yeah? ” she said, trying to focus her vision enough to glare. “And you did it anyway. ” “You could call me a bit of a bastbard, ” he said, giving her a grin so shameless that it forced a laugh out of her. She clutched her stomach, gritting her teeth. “Great. Make sure I die in pain, nice. God, that was an awful joke. ” “Yeah, but you still laughed, ” he said, and smiled. “You saved a lot of people tonight. ” “Wouldve been nice if I couldve been one of them. ”. “I confess, I didnt think that the notorious Cordite Mags- Sorry, Pecos Peg- would want my. patronage. ” The mans voice was like she might have imagined a mummys. Not least because of the bandages wrapped around his face and hands. Barely any tone to it, just a dry whisper, like wind through a cactus needles. Peggy forced a smile. “Everyones got to eat. ” “It will be an excellent advantage, ” said the man. “Of course, you will need to prove your loyalty. Show that you are loyal to the Yellow Sign. ” “Of course. ”. “I dont like it, ” said John. “Hes not even human anymore. I heard that he got that executive position after using some fuckin artifact off some windswept hellscape alien world from the other side of one of the Gates. They say he fucking-” “I know what they say he does, ” said Peggy. “I heard rumors we were bad off. Not a lot of money in saving people. But this, boss? ” said John, frowning. “Moneys not that bad, ” said Peggy. And her lips spread in a wide, feral smile. “I just needed him to think we were desperate, and unprincipled. ” There was a moment of silence, and then Henrietta began to laugh in that high and piping Elder Thing way as her translator collar lit up in its sing-song voice. “We bait the shoggoth into sticking its pseudopod in the furnace. ”. “You did not think I would figure out? ” hissed the man, his shoulders raised. His skinny frame unfolded, more and more, looming, the dark wings unfolding as they tore open the back of the suit, more like the wings of a manta ray than anything from the land, and barely even like that, barnacle-encrusted flesh like rancid fat exposed, a terrible smell like roadwork in the air. John let out a sharp little cry in the back of his throat, stepping back. Peggy gritted her teeth as the weight of the twisted executives anger and alien madness swarmed around her. “Yeah? Please. We all knew youd betray us too. Youre never going to find them, ” she hissed through her teeth. Her arms felt limp. Whatever hed done, whatever he was doing, it was sucking all the strength out of her. “Oh, you will tell me where the children are. And your missing associate. And I shall devour them in front of you. And then I will devour you, ” he said, as he pulled the bandages from his face. Henrietta let out a high, piping shriek of pain, falling, those wings flapping loosely against the ground in the face of the horror. Behind him, San Diego sparkled like a thousand diamonds in the twilight, yellow and glorious. And the spotlight came on, as the autocannon roared to life, the transport Harvey had commandeered glowing like the only star in the sky. The heavy rounds fired. The window shattered. They struck the executives scabrous back with explosive impacts. There was a beautiful moment of hope as the executive stumbled forward. Then he caught his feet, and turned. He took a step forward, and then another, one arm reaching out, growing longer, towards the transport, claws growing larger and more jagged. Peggy saw the children in the transport, their eyes widening in terror. Harvey, that heroic asshole, hed come back to try to save the team, hadnt fled with the kids. She had a very good view of them as she slammed shoulder-first into the executives back. She saw their eyes widen as the the executive and Peggy of them hung on the edge of the shattered window for a moment. Then they vanished from sight as she and the executive fell. He roared, reaching out for her, grabbing at her. One of those fists struck her in the stomach, and she was surprised by how little it hurt. She barely felt the impact. She drew her gun, as the man opened his mouth, teeth flashing for her throat. She jammed the revolver down his throat, and his teeth bit down, composite armor fracturing, but blunting the bite. She pulled the trigger, again and again. The roar died in his throat, his eyes going dark, his body tumbling loosely now. She grabbed onto it, as the roar of the wind filled the air. She saw the world spinning, and dancing. She saw a brief flash of the transport pulling away from the tower. The kids would be safe. Her team would be safe. She had just long enough to start fearing the impact, as the street grew larger and larger beneath her, and clutched the corpse hard, some instinct pushing her. She blinked her eyes, staring up. She lay in a steaming puddle of black sludge. It smelt like something theyd use to patch roofs when nobody cared if the place caught fire. She lay in the ruins of a truck. Her fall broken three times, by the corpse of the executive, and the roof, and the soft leather seats. Even so, she was lucky to be alive. She looked down at her stomach as the sirens started, and from what she could see there, shed be even luckier to be alive in an hour. “Couldnt even die clean, ” she said, rubbing her eyes. “Never got to fall in love. Never got to see another world. Never got a fucking trophy, even. ” She sniffed, the tears running down her cheeks. Shed never cried before, had she? “Cant even die with some dignity. And its your fucking fault. Couldnt I be hallucinating something nice? Valhalla? Heaven? Some sort of eternal reward? ” “Do you believe in them? ” he said, his head tilted. “I thought maybe I did subconsciously. Wouldve been nice. ” She leaned her head back. She wasnt feeling the pain at all anymore. “Think theyll include this when they tell stories about me? Pecos Peg, died in an alleyway, her guts on the floor? ” “No, I dont think so. You know, we all die. Lives are a thing to be spent. ” “Dont fucking lecture me about mortality, ” she growled, and even that much anger left her feeling exhausted. “I never wanted to die young. I did this because. someone. had to. ” She slowly closed her eyes. “Do you regret dying here? ” said the man, and her teeth gritted. “Of course I. fucking. do. ” “Well, thats too goddamn bad, ” said a different mans voice. She opened her eyes. Four men. Yellow Sign mercs. Hastur Meals. Not particularly well-equipped. If she wasnt nearly dead from blood loss and incipient sepsis, shed have them for lunch. She reached for her gun anyway, but mostly out of habit. There was only one round left in it anyway. No sign of the hallucination, so thank god for small mercies. “Hello boys, ” she managed, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Fuck, cant believe it, we found her. You know how much were getting for this? ” said the man in the back, grinning as they approached her. He looked like a lieutenant. “Alright. Shoot her in the neck, dont want her head mangled when they put it on a stake. ” She looked up at the man, gritting her teeth as the guns aimed at her. And then her eyes widened. “What the fuck-” “You think were stupid? Thats the oldest trick in the book, ” said the man in the back, just as the blind musicians keytar came down on his head. With a terrible synth screech and a crack of plastic, the man was sent stumbling forward, stunned, the ruins of the keytar hanging in the musicians hands. All four men spun, guns raised. Peggy blinked. Her gun was out, and aimed. She hadnt even realized she was doing it. She smiled, and pulled the trigger. The bullet struck the nearest man on the side of the head, ringing off his helmet with a sound like pottery breaking. It rebounded off the second nearest mans, into the back of the lieutenants head, and then into the final mans forehead, before pinwheeling into the sky. All four dropped simultaneously, stunned. The musician breathed hard. “Youre real? ” said Peggy, slurring her words a bit. “Yeah, Im real, ” he said, crouching down by the lieutenant. “Thanks for those remarks by the way. I just sang a song, youre the one who decided to do something about it. ” He grinned at her. “Im proud of all youve done, though. ” “Then why the fuck didnt you help me earlier? ” she asked, glaring at him, clutching her stomach, the pain momentarily revived. “Because I didnt have a first aid kit. ” He pulled the kit out of the lieutenants jacket, and crouched next to her, smearing some fishy smelling gel across her stomach. The pain faded, and when his hand came away, the hole was no longer bleeding. Breathing didnt fill her with agony anymore. Well get you somewhere safe, you can meet up with your friends, the adventurell continue. This wouldve been a shit-lousy place for a hero like you to die. ” He took out a syringe, and stabbed it into her chest. Her heart pounded as adrenaline raced through her. With his help, she managed to get to her feet. “Your keytar. It got smashed. ” “It died saving you. Its how it wouldve wanted to go, ” he said, and grinned. “Cheap instruments are a dime a dozen. Heroes, theyre one in a million. ” “hah. Still think you were bullshitting me, ” she said, leaning in on him. “Why are you here? Im pretty sure I was supposed to die here. Forgotten. All that shit. ” “Everything ends. Everyone is forgotten. The bards job is to make it take as long as possible. ” He chuckled, and as the two of them stumbled through the hallway, the rain cleared. She looked up, and a single star sparkled in the sky, through even the vast light pollution of San Diego. She smiled. It wasnt the end.
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