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I am a 36 year-old female living in Izmir, Turkey. Working as an assistant professor of architectural history, I have a quite busy life. Yet, I have a relatively small circle of friends. Therefore, I am here. I can describe myself as someone serious, kind, sophisticated, caring, honest, loyal, friendly, calm, and respectful. To me, integrity is very important. I am also an introverted person who enjoys being alone, doing my own thing. My hobbies revolve around reading, watching tv shows, movies, cycling, playing video games, or cooking by trying new and simple recipes. I am a huge crime geek who likes anything related to crime, fiction or documentaries. I also like to play word games, both in English and Turkish. I might beat you in Scrabble. That might be a challenge there.
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What's your favorite music genre if you had to choose?
If you could watch one movie/show rest of your life what would it be?
What's the best concert/festival you have been in?

I'm 21 years old gal from Europe (i know europe is big place but i'm happy to specify later) and currently i'm just trying to enjoy the summer so i'm not working or studying. What i'm doing here? I just wanna have lovely conversations with people all over the world, hopefully making some new pals as well!
I'm into pretty basic things like animals, tv shows, movies, heavier music, cooking, baking, video games!
I would also appreciate if you don't delete your messages if i don't reply quickly, as a woman i get lot of replies and i just can't reply to everyone at the same time but i still wanna reply to everyone :)
I'm kind, bright, friendly and caring person! I'm also pretty calm and chill.
If you don't know how to start conversation, just introduce yourself and answer to those questions i asked!
Also i won't reply if i get dry vibes from you.
I'm really hoping to hear from you, have a nice day!

Hello, good day or night to you! 🙋‍♀️ Here's some questions for you so if you don't know how to reply to this post, just answer to these :)

What's your favorite music genre if you had to choose?
If you could watch one movie/show rest of your life what would it be?
What's the best concert/festival you have been in?

I'm 21 years old gal from Europe (i know europe is big place but i'm happy to specify later) and currently i'm just trying to enjoy the summer so i'm not working or studying. What i'm doing here? I just wanna have lovely conversations with people all over the world, hopefully making some new pals as well!
I'm into pretty basic things like animals, tv shows, movies, heavier music, cooking, baking, video games!
I would also appreciate if you don't delete your messages if i don't reply quickly, as a woman i get lot of replies and i just can't reply to everyone at the same time but i still wanna reply to everyone :)
I'm kind, bright, friendly and caring person! I'm also pretty calm and chill.
If you don't know how to start conversation, just introduce yourself and answer to those questions i asked!
Also i won't reply if i get dry vibes from you.
I'm really hoping to hear from you, have a nice day!

I know this is a normal process, but man am I feeling overwhelmed. I was born in Eastern Europe, so I am not one who really spends much time with emotions. I rarely cry, if I feel sad I just deal with it, if I feel anxious I just deal with it. For this situation, I’m having a very challenging time just moving past my emotions. I’m so excited I don’t even have the words to describe how I’m feeling, but at the same time, I’m feeling extremely anxious.
As an adult, if I enter a situation where I’m uncomfortable or don’t know what to do, I have the confidence that I can figure it out and fend for myself. Now, I will be responsible for a tiny human, and shaping them to be a good positive light in this world. That’s part of the root of my stress, the world is dangerous. I worked in corrections for several years, so I know first hand what monsters exist among humans. Then I turn on the TV or load up Reddit, and I see that these monsters are out in the world and most are not locked up. Even beyond the monsters, the way society has changed since I was a kid to grossly accept sexual deviancy is a scary environment to raise a child in. All the while trying to facilitate the bond and secure attachment that children need with their fathers.
Any words of encouragement for a soon to be dad?

Have not been to the US for 10 years for any conference (small kid and then covid). Is it normal to be quoted 5K for mounting the 55' TV at the booth and then dismounting it after 3 days? Or is there some misunderstanding? It is listed as labor on the quote. Rental is about 1,5K, this is an additional cost. I am based in Europe so it is hard to reach people on the phone (9 hours difference). I appreciate your help!
EDIT: Thank you so much for your advice. My eyes are wide open now, although I have been to a few conventions in Las Vegas but I can see things that surprise me. It is crazy. Excited to come again ;-)

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Hello,
I'm completely inexperienced in projectors and projector surfaces, so I'd need some guidance.
I want to view sport events outside on my terrace. The part of my terrace has a cover of 4 by 4 meters and 3.5 meters high. On the backside is my house and left, front and right is open but i have roller shutters installed that darken the area a bit.
Now, I thought to watch soccer europe championship during the evening outside with friends and I would hang some canvas on the front and project the video onto it.
My initial idea was to let down the shutter in the front, build a DIY canvas with a black sheet in the back, sewed together with a white sheet in the front. In the corners I would sew in strong magnets, so I can hang it up there.
Is this a bad idea? If not, what would be the best material for the canvas? Also, I don't want to spend too much on it, probably 200 Euro for the canvas and 500 Euro for the projector. The projector doesn't have to be the greatest. Probably be able to plug in a Fire TV stick and 1080p. It "just" has to be bright being outside of course.
I hope you can help me. Thanks in advance!

Ieri si è votato per le elezioni europee e le comunali. L'affluenza per le europee si è fermata poco sotto il 50%.
LINK PER SEGUIRE LO SPOGLIO

Risultati aggregati a livello europeo (portale dell'UE)
Europe Elects
Eligendo - spoglio europee
Eligendo - spoglio elezioni locali: regionali Piemonte Bari Cagliari Campobasso Firenze Perugia Potenza
Liveblog: YouTrend Lorenzo Pregliasco EuropeElects (twitter) IlPost SkyTG24 RaiNews24
Diretta TV: Rai1 La7 SkyTG24 RaiNews24 IlPost (YT)

Ricordo che i risultati devono essere visti e analizzati su due piani diversi: il piano italiano ma anche quello europeo con i dati "aggregati" dei vari paesi, dato che è con quelli che potremo capire la composizione del prossimo Parlamento Europeo.
Qui il megathread precedente per le informazioni (i commenti sono bloccati).
Per quanto riguarda le nostre elezioni locali:

le regionali in Piemonte sono a turno unico: il candidato che prende più voti vince;
le comunali nei comuni superiori sono a due turni: se nessun candidato raggiunge il 50%+1 dei voti, ci sarà un ballottaggio tra due settimane.

Dati reali (>95% sezioni) (screenshot da IlPost)
Proiezione seggi Parlamento Europeo (results.europa.eu)
A livello europeo, da segnalare il flop clamoroso dei partiti di governo in Francia, dove Macron si ferma al 15%, più che doppiato dal RN, e ha sciolto il parlamento, e in Germania, dove i tre partiti della coalizione si aggirano intorno a un 30% complessivo. Interessante anche il 44% di Fidesz in Ungheria, il risultato più basso degli ultimi anni.

Hugo Wright sat across from me, portions of roasted heart on the small airplane table in front of him. I watched him skewer one on the prongs of his fork, before popping it delicately into his mouth. He chewed for several seconds, savoring the flavor, before swallowing.

“You know, we live in exceedingly interesting times, Miss Snow.” He said. “When I told people I was gonna be a billionaire by the age of 21, they laughed? Said it would never happen, and they were right, I suppose. But I didn’t let that discourage me. I took that pain and I used it as fuel. I persevered. By 22, I owned my first private jet. By 23, I could’ve retired and been set for life and by 26? That was when I truly made it. That was when I finally crossed that threshold and it was… it was brilliant. People said it couldn’t be done. And to most of them, it couldn’t. But, I’ve learned that the laws of ordinary people simply don’t apply to me.”

He popped another morsel of heart into his mouth. As he spoke I took down notes on what he said, as was expected of me. Technically as an executive assistant, biographer wasn’t part of my job description, but according to Hugo, my job was whatever he said it was. So ‘Personal Biographer’ had become one of my duties.

“So many people settle for ordinary. That’s all they can strive for. But a select few of us were destined to be more. More than ordinary, hell, more than people.” He chuckled, as he took another bite of the heart.

“Well said, sir,” I replied quietly. He cracked a smug grin, and I caught his eyes lingering on my legs. He didn’t say anything out loud, but I could hear what he was thinking loud and clear.
“Speaking of being ‘more than people’, which one is that you’re eating?”
“I believe the Grimoire called him ‘Õudus.’ One of the Grovewalkers. They are sufficient for a quick pick me up. Helps to keep my game sharp in between the more high priority kills. Every little morsel helps.”
“Of course sir.” I said. Whatever ‘Õudus’ had been, it certainly didn’t look appetizing. Then again, none of the things I’d seen Hugo summon for his little side project had seemed particularly appetizing… or edible. But he slaughtered and devoured them all the same.

“When Godhood is within one's grasp, then the correct answer is to seize it for oneself,” Hugo said, as he finished the last few bites. “That’s the only path that matters. Apotheosis.”
“Of course, sir,” I said again, although I couldn’t help but wonder just how grim a world with a God like Hugo would be.

Before I’d started working for Hugo, I’d heard rumors online about what some people were calling ‘The God Rush.’ Crackpot theories about billionaires pouring money into investigating the supernatural, hunting obscure deities and devouring their hearts in some mad effort to become Gods themselves. I hadn’t believed them at first, chalking them down as nothing more than another wild conspiracy theory. They’re a dime a dozen on the internet, after all. But I guess every now and then, the crackpots get it right.

In the four months that I’d been in his employ, I’d watched him summon things that logically should not have existed, and I’d watched him slaughter them with power no human should’ve ever been able to use. If I hadn’t seen it all with my own eyes, I would’ve thought it was all madness. But no. I’d seen enough of his unholy power to know that it was all too real. I even carried the ritual dagger he used to butcher them in his briefcase, like any other piece of equipment. Like being his personal biographer, catering to his delusions of grandeur (which seemed to be becoming less and less like delusions every day) was just another part of my job.

It was those growing genuine perceptions of grandeur that had us flying out of New York on a Thursday night into Belgium. Part of my job was to keep an eye out for any rare artifacts that might aid his pursuit of apotheosis and it just so happened that a particularly rare one was up for auction. Several pages of a grimoire known as ‘Liber Shaal’. A tome reportedly authored by the Devil herself supposedly containing ancient spells that were not meant to be cast within our world, and more importantly, containing summoning instructions for ancient entities long since forgotten by time. To Hugo, it was an a’la carte menu of fresh entities to devour. New stepping stones on his path to Godhood. Getting those pages was essential, and so we would be attending the auction.

On the bright side - I’d never been to Europe before, so if nothing else this was bound to be exciting! And so long as I focused on that, and not the fact that I was helping a lunatic with a God complex get closer to their goal of Apotheosis, all would be well.

***

We landed in the late afternoon, before taking a car over to the site of the auction. In what I could only describe as a testament to the decadence of the attendees, it was due to be hosted in the top floor restaurant of one of Brussell’s most iconic landmarks. The Atomium.

I had seen pictures of the building before - strictly as a curiosity, but seeing it in person was an entirely different kind of experience.

The Atomium was a surreal looking building, designed as the centerpiece of 1958 Brussels World's Fair, as a monument to Belgium's engineering prowess at the time. It had been made to resemble an elementary iron crystal magnified 165 billion times. (Hugo made a point to explain all the trivia to me as we drove closer.) It consisted of nine massive steel spheres, connected by steel tubes. How the whole thing didn’t collapse under its own weight was a mystery to me. But it stood, taller than it had any right to be.

The car dropped us off at the gate, where a man in a suit was waiting for us.
“Mr. Wright,” He said warmly, giving Hugo a nod as we drove closer. “I’m Mr. Cassel. It’s a pleasure to have you here.”
“Oh, the pleasure is all mine,” Hugo said, as Mr. Cassel’s eyes shifted over toward me.
“My personal assistant, Miss Snow. She’ll be accompanying me, pay her no mind.” Hugo said coolly, answering his question before he asked it. Cassel gave a nod, and led us toward the building at the base of the lowest sphere.

While I imagine that normally, the Atomium might have been a hot tourist spot, at this late hour it was fully abandoned. It was almost a shame. If I’d had more time, I wouldn’t have minded stopping to browse the little exhibitions that dominated the first sphere, which seemed to function as one part art gallery and one part history museum. I wouldn’t have minded getting a chance to explore some of the other four accessible spheres, which according to the map I saw as we came in, hosted temporary exhibitions and special events.

Unfortunately - I never got that chance. We were here on business.

The Atomium’s restaurant was only accessible from the lowest sphere, via an elevator that ran straight from the lowest sphere, up to the top. I won’t lie - the elevator ride was a little harrowing. As we rode up through the cold steel structure, I could’ve easily fooled myself into thinking we were on our way up a mine shaft, as opposed to being on our way to an action for the obscenely rich. The only view from the elevator was the reinforced steel beams that kept the structure sturdy, although when the elevator doors finally opened, I was greeted with a sight more in line with what I’d been expecting of this place.

We stepped out of the elevator into an upscale restaurant area, with large windows showcasing the sprawling city and countryside around us. The tables and chairs had an almost futuristic aesthetic to them, and many of them were already occupied. The figures who had already arrived cast wary eyes toward Hugo and I as we joined them. He just glared back at them, his lips pulling back into a slight smirk.

“Evening,” He said, confident as ever.
“Was there anyone who didn’t hear about this auction?” A woman asked. She looked to be in her early thirties, and was dressed in an expensive snow white outfit that might not have looked out of place on a runway model. Her short blonde hair was delicately styled, and framed her face perfectly, and peeked out from beneath what I can only describe as a fashionable white bowler hat. I’d seen this woman’s face before, although only ever in a magazine.

Angela Champion… and yes, that was her real name. Champion was the current CEO of the Champion Fashion House, succeeding her father. She’d been a topic of discussion in recent months due to her attempts to start some sort of feud with the twin CEO’s of the Darling Fashion House, although said feud was fairly one sided, with the Darlings seemingly making a point to ignore her. Due to her larger than life online persona, people either saw her as the up and coming queen bee of the fashion world, or as a rich brat, chasing celebrity.

“What can I say? It’s a small world, Angie.” Hugo said wryly, sitting down at a table across from her.
“Clearly,” A man by the bar said. He was dressed relatively casually, in jeans and a t-shirt. I recognized him as well. Daniel Hernandez, although I knew very little about him, other than that his father owned a very large, very powerful food distribution company and had a net worth somewhere in the billions. “Guess you can’t have an auction without healthy competition, no?”

“I was led to believe that this was a private sale,” Another man said. He was somewhere in his thirties, with long, dirty blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. He wore aviator sunglasses despite it being nighttime.
“No such thing as a private sale, Georgie,” Hugo teased.

Georgie. That name made it all click. I had seen this man before, at a conference I’d accompanied Hugo to. This was George Barbier. The self proclaimed: ‘Final Boss of LinkedIn.’ Hugo had made me watch a few videos he’d made, talking about tips for entrepreneurs and wealth management. He’d supposedly made his fortune in luxury cars, although according to Hugo: “That cocksucker only makes money by making people think he’s some hotshot automotive executive.” so it was hard to say what the truth was.

“Clearly not,” Barbier scoffed.
“Don’t feel special. They told me something similar,” A second woman said. She sat by the bar, a few feet away from Daniel. I recognized her as well. Mary Williams. Like Angela Champion, I knew her by reputation. Williams sometimes featured in some podcasts I’d listened to, as one of, if not the wealthiest women in the world. She was the current CEO of one of the larger cosmetics companies. I’d heard her discuss her rise from poverty to wealth, pitching her life story as some sort of inspirational tale of overcoming great odds to attain limitless success, yet still remaining humble. Personally, I found her anecdotes a little tasteless. I’ve actually been homeless in the past. Williams described it all as an adventure she had overcome through the strength of her character and her own entrepreneurial ingenuity, rather than the miserable, nearly endless struggle that it was. It was condescending, to say the least. And despite her efforts to depict herself as some gifted heroine who’d risen above the rough hand life had dealt her, a lot of the controversy her company had come under for their laundry list of shady practices painted a different picture of the woman than her podcast interviews did.

Barbier huffed in agreement, before taking a sip of his drink.
“Oh come on. How many sellers have you met who wouldn’t be interested in driving up the price, a little.” Hugo teased. “Besides, your wallet can handle it, right?”

Barbier ignored him.
“A little underhanded, luring some of us here with a lie though, wasn’t it?” Angela asked. She glanced over at Cassel, who’d made his way toward the back of the restaurant.
“For the record, I wasn’t told about any other buyers either.”
“Well, I was.” Hugo said. “Had a feeling I might run into a few of you, too. Speaking of this lot, any idea what’s on the menu tonight?”

“Restaurant is closed.” A man sitting a short distance away said. His voice carried a very heavy German accent. While I knew most of the figures in this room, I didn’t know him. He was big in every sense of the word, looking almost as if he’d been poured into his plain brown suit. Every time he moved, I saw the fabric strain against his muscles. His jawline was chiseled, and his expression was stern. He had an undercut that looked like it’d been measured out with a ruler.
“Closed?” Hugo repeated.

The large man didn’t elaborate.
“Yeah. Would’ve ordered some goddamn h’orderves if it wasn’t,” Daniel replied.
“The bar’s still technically open,” Mary added.
“Technically…” Hugo repeated, before chuckling and standing up. “Well, how can I say no to that?”
He headed over behind the bar to fix himself a martini. He never asked me if I wanted anything, not that I was in the mood to drink.

I was surprised that no one in the room had commented about how odd all of this was. Lies told to get some of them there, an empty restaurant, an abandoned bar… most people probably would’ve had a few questions about that. But, out of the collection of LinkedIn’s finest in that room with me, not a single one of them thought to ask any of the questions anyone else probably would’ve asked. I suppose when your net worth is ten digits, critical thinking skills aren’t all that critical.

Mr. Cassel had disappeared somewhere near the back of the restaurant, and I glanced over to see him coming back toward us.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, ladies and gentlemen. But now that all of our guests have arrived, I don’t see much reason to delay tonight’s event.”
“About damn time,” Barbier huffed. “Let’s just get on with it. I’ll start my bidding at ten million.”

Cassel smiled, almost apologetically.
“That won’t be necessary, Mr. Barbier.” He said. “Tonight’s auction will function a little differently than you may be used to, but I’ll permit our host to explain as much.”
“You are not the host?” The Large German Man asked.
“I’m afraid not, Mr. Koch. But she’ll be connecting with us very soon.”
The German - Koch, nodded solemnly.
“Connecting?” Angela asked, before noticing a TV screen above the bar flickering to life. Her eyes narrowed as the image of a woman appeared on it. She was middle aged, with long auburn hair and plastic horn rimmed glasses. She wore a crooked smile, as if she knew something that nobody else did.

“Good evening, everyone. So glad everyone could make out tonight! My name is Lauren Lapointe and I have the privilege of being your host this evening!”
The moment she said her name, I noticed Hugo’s eyes narrowing. He clearly recognized her. To be fair, so did I. Lauren Lapointe had become a controversial figure in recent months, due to the allegations that she’d been involved in some sort of ‘snuff film, bloodsport’ conspiracy, broadcasting such things for wealthy clients, amongst other illicit services. I’d heard about the case… and was sure I wasn’t the only one who had.

“What the hell is this?” Barbier demanded. “Where’s the goddamn book! Where’s the Liber Shaal!”
“Well, according to the old folklore, buried somewhere in the depths of Hell.” Lauren admitted. “Although I have to say, that book is one hell of a conversation starter. Seems like it’s brought you all together, hasn’t it?”
“You don’t even have the book?” Angela huffed, standing up. “Then what the hell are we even here for?”
“The fact that none of you have figured it out yet is a little sad.” Lauren replied. “Come now, don’t be coy. I think all of you know why you want that book. You’re all special! You’re all a cut above your everyday average Joe, aren’t you? You’re the ones worthy of becoming Gods… aren’t you?”

A pregnant silence settled over the room. On the screen, I saw Lauren’s lips curl into a knowing grin.
“Yes, I know all about that. I know all about you. Feeding on the hearts of ancient, powerful things, just to drag yourselves a little closer to their level, abandoning your limited humanity to ascend to the echelons you were meant for. I know. And I admire that! I’ve always been of the mind that if you have the stomach to lift yourself above the rest of the cattle, then you deserve a seat at the butcher's table. But what are butchers if not themselves meat?”
“W-what…?” Angela’s voice was small, and I heard a slight tremble in it. Although she was the only one who seemed remotely put off by what Lauren had just said.

The rest…

Barbier.
Mary.
Daniel.
Koch.
Hugo.
They all sat in rapt silence, and I could see the gears in their heads turning. Lauren had gotten their attention and she had just introduced a very specific thought into their heads. A thought I don’t think had occurred to any of them before.

“How much power have you all claimed during your pursuit of divinity? Which of you is truly the closest to calling themselves a God? It’s an interesting question, isn’t it? And once you start asking that, maybe you’ll start asking how similar you’ve become to the things you’ve been feeding on… and what might happen if you were to remove the competition, as it were?”
Angela stood up.
“What the fuck?!” She snapped. “We’re not… we’re not gonna fucking eat each other, you sick cunt!”

Although she was alone in her protest. The others remained silent. I glanced over at Hugo. He stared up at the screen. I could only see the back of his head, but somehow I knew what the expression on his face would be. Lauren’s grin grew wider. She knew what they were thinking. And she seemed all too thrilled at just how trivial it had been to plant that idea in their minds. Angela remained stock still, her breathing getting heavier as she read the room.
“No…” She stammered, “No… no… you can’t be… don’t you see how sick this is? Killing those things is different! They’re THINGS! We’re PEOPLE! FUCK, WE CAN’T JUST EAT EACH OTHER!”

“Are you still people?” Lauren replied. “People are… small, insignificant little animals. We all know this to be true. But you… you’re not small, you’re not insignificant. You’ve made sure of that personally, haven’t you? You stand above the very shadows that lurk in the darkness, who’ve inspired fear in the minds of primitive, lesser men, and each and every one of you had drawn those demons out of the darkness, and taken their lives as if they were nothing more than meat at an abattoir. People can’t do that. But Gods can.”

The room remained silent. Even Angela was left speechless for a moment.

Almost dutifully, I quietly opened Hugo’s briefcase. I knew what was coming.
“Food for thought,” Lauren crooned. “And whoever’s left… well… you’ll probably have a prize just as good as anything you’d get from that old book, wouldn’t you? Five of them, specifically.”

Those words were what did it.

Barbier attacked first… moving in a way no human should’ve ever been able to move. The space around him seemed to distort as he drew one of the nearby tables closer to him, allowing him to snatch a steak knife off of it. He seemed to phase through the bar as he lunged for Hugo, pinning him against the wall, as he tried to drive his knife into his stomach.

The moment the carnage broke out, I heard Lauren burst out into laughter. She watched the chaos unfold from wherever she was hiding, and she reveled in it. As Barbier went for Hugo, Mary tried to do the same to Daniel.

I saw a ritual dagger, similar to the one I’d seen Hugo use, manifest in her hand. Her eyes locked onto Daniel, who looked down at that dagger and froze. He hadn’t come expecting a fight, and confronted with the reality of what was about to happen, he’d quickly lost his nerve. Mary lunged for him, and Daniel scrambled out of the way, only narrowly avoiding getting his throat torn open by her. Mary lunged for him again, although she didn’t get very far. Koch seemed to materialize out of the air around her, catching her by the wrist. I saw a surge of panic in her eyes as he plucked her arm off of her body the same way one might pull a wing off of a fly. She screamed and Daniel took the opportunity to flee, as Koch set to work disassembling Mary Williams.

Disassembling.
That’s really the only word for it.

As she screamed, he simply… pulled her apart. Not in the way a human might come apart, though. No. Her body broke in a way that I could only describe as ‘wooden.’ As if she wasn’t made of flesh anymore, but of something else. Although I couldn’t tell if that was Koch’s power, or her own power that did that to her. He gripped her by the shoulders and cracked her like a nut… snapping her body with an audible POP, that did not provide any kind of merciful end to her shrieks of agony. Then, with an almost casual lack of reverence, he plucked her beating heart from the quivering gore in her chest and bit into it.

Mary’s screams reached a crescendo, as he let her drop to the ground, writhing in her death throes. I saw her skin grow paler. Her eyes seemed to roll back into her skull as the warped state of her body seemed to catch up to her, leaving her gasping and shuddering in her final few seconds of agonizing consciousness.

I imagine that death was a mercy for her. Angela stood, rooted to the spot, looking at the sudden carnage that had erupted. Koch glanced over at Barbier and Hugo, still grappling behind the bar. He looked at me, before deciding I was of no importance to him, then he looked over at Angela.
“No…” She rasped, tears streaming down her cheeks. “NO!”

I wouldn’t have pegged her as the sanest person in the room, but clearly she was. She scrambled back, heading for the elevator. Daniel was already there, desperately hammering on the button, although the elevator didn’t come. Angela wasn’t stupid enough to wait patiently by his side. She scanned the space around her, before noticing a fire exit on the far side of the restaurant.

Then, without a second thought she sprinted for it, racing for the exit. She didn’t even bother opening the door, phasing through it with some sort of unnatural power. Daniel watched her go, and noticing Koch getting closer, chose to follow her. He didn’t quite have the power to just phase through the door, so he had to open it the old fashioned way. He tore down the stairs, before disappearing into the Atomium and Koch followed him.

It was just myself, Barbier and Hugo now.

The two men had tumbled over the bar, and seemed to have suddenly remembered that they were both God Eaters who didn’t need to restrain themselves to a simple fist fight, although they also weren’t smart enough to do much more than fight like a couple of 14 year old boys after science class.

Gravity seemed to shift around them, as they shoved each other across the restaurant, knocking tables and cutlery aside. I calmly stood and stepped out of the way as they tore each other to pieces, hitting each other with the kind of force you see in the third act of a mediocre superhero movie.

The brutality between them was actually a little boring. I’d watched Hugo kill far more formidable creatures, and Barbier didn’t quite live up to some of them. If this was ‘The Final Boss of LinkedIn’, then LinkedIn was awfully pathetic.

With one grunt of exertion (that was probably unnecessary) Hugo seized Barbier by the throat and hurled him through one of the glass windows of the panoramic restaurant. His eyes shifted over to me.
“SNOW! MY DAGGER!”

I dutifully tossed it into his waiting hand, right as time began to flow backward around us. Hugo glanced back at the window, before the dagger in his hand sank into the skin of his palm, merging with his flesh and vanishing from sight. Barbier rose back through the window he’d been thrown through, as the glass mended behind him. He landed on his feet in front of the window, lips curled back in a snarl.
“Is that the best you’ve got, Wright?” He snapped. “You think you can become a GOD? YOU THINK YOU CAN BECOME ANYTHING?” He stormed toward Hugo, who lunged for him only to be knocked to the ground.

“You always liked to talk shit, didn’t you… but look at you now? LOOK AT YOU!”

I noticed some of the silverware scattered about the mess of a dining room began to glow with heat. They melted and their molten components slithered toward Barbier, pooling at his feet before rising into a spear, reforged for the sole purpose of killing Hugo. Strange runes were burned into its metallic surface, and Barbier studied them, before grabbing the spear and advancing on Hugo. Hugo tried to stand, but Barbier reached him first, grabbing him by the back of his suit jacket,
“You’re out of your fucking depth, next to me! Now be a good boy, and DI-”

In one swift movement, Hugo pressed his palm against Barbiers chest, and his voice died in his throat. His eyes went wide as he felt the ritual dagger Hugo had hidden in his palm tear through his heart.
“You’d be out of your depth in a parking lot puddle…” Hugo snarled, before plunging his hand into Barbier’s chest.

“W-wait…” Barbier rasped, although Hugo didn’t listen. He tore his heart free of his chest, and pushed the man to the ground, leaving him twitching and staring vacantly up at the ceiling. Hugo smirked, watching him for a moment, before biting into his heart like an apple.

“Mmm… not bad…” He mused, before he waved a hand, almost dismissively. The room shifted around us. That which was broken, returned to where it had been before, repaired once more. In a few moments, it was like there’d been no skirmish at all. Everything was as it was, and George Barbier’s corpse was crumbling to dust where it lay, leaving no trace of him behind.
“Best not to cause a scene,” Hugo said as he finished off the last few bites of Barbier’s heart. “Snow, come,” He said. “There’s still three more to deal with.”

“Yes, sir,” I said quietly and followed Hugo as he headed for the stairs, Angela, Daniel and Koch had disappeared down. I noticed that Hugo had paid no mind to Mr. Cassel… who had conveniently disappeared when the violence had broken out. In fact, there wasn’t a trace of Mr. Cassel left in that dining room, almost as if he’d never existed in the first place. Hugo didn’t seem to think about it, so neither did I.

Of the nine spheres of the Atomium, I knew that only six were accessible to the public. The lower 5 spheres contained the exhibitions and event halls, while the topmost sphere, where we presently were, was the panoramic restaurant. The three spheres below the restaurant were less stable, which is why they were closed off to the public and the stairway leading to them was certainly a lot less glamorous than the stairways and escalators I’d seen going between the other spheres. They hadn’t dressed it up as much.

Hugo led the way down the stairs, moving with the calm confidence of a man who knew he was in no real danger, as opposed to the caution of a man being hunted.
“Keep up, Snow,” He said as we descended into the main part of the sphere. The space around us was wide open and almost completely unoccupied, save for a few cabinets for storage. There was only one dull light in the ceiling that didn’t illuminate much, and cast deep shadows in every corner that seemed to watch us. There were two exits, each one leading down into one of the more accessible spheres.

Hugo studied each exit, staring down the differing sets of stairs and listening closely for any indicator on which his quarry might have taken. I remained dead silent, letting him hunt.
“Blood,” He mused. “Smells like Koch has been busy.”

He took a step toward one of the stairways, before freezing, almost as if he detected something I didn’t. I saw his eyes go wide for a moment, before the shadows suddenly moved, collapsing in on Hugo like a cascade of water. He spun around, raising an arm to shield his face as I saw a figure materialize out of the inky darkness, a runed dagger in her hand.

Angela Champion brought her dagger down on Hugo’s arm, cutting through flesh and bone as if it were butter. His severed hand, still clutching his own dagger, hit the ground with a thud, and Hugo let out a cry of surprise, but not pain before Angela seized him by his shirt and hurled him toward the center of the sphere. Hugo picked himself up quickly, rising to one knee and glaring at the woman across from him.

“Well, well… getting into the spirit of things after all, aren’t we Angie?” He hissed. She just stood defiantly between him and the stairs, or perhaps between him and his own severed hand.
“I’m not going to kill you, Hugo. Not unless I have to!” She warned.
“Then you’ll die here with the rest.” He replied, rising to his feet.
“Which’ll include you, if you keep going the way you’re going!” She snapped. “Pull your head out of your ass for five seconds and think about the bigger picture here! This Lapointe woman, she didn’t just bring us together, to have us duke it out for the hell of it! We’re here because she wants what we’ve got!”

Hugo grimaced.
“You think I haven’t figured that out?” He asked. “It doesn’t matter. She’s just some mortal, biting off more than she can ever hope to chew.”
“Maybe. But after going through all that trouble to track us down, and lure us here with the promise of the Liber Shaal, something she knew none of us could resist, can you really be so sure she’s just a mortal?”
“How many hearts have you eaten?” Hugo asked coyly, taking a step toward her. “How much power have you taken, Angela?”

She didn’t answer that question.
“I can sense that it isn’t much, you know, not compared to some of the others here. Barbier was almost on my level, and that last one… Koch. Oh he’s going to be interesting. But you? You’re weak. I can feel it. You know I’m familiar with the work of Lauren Lapointe. Not intimately. But I know those who are. Nasty piece of work, that one. But mortal. Weak. Insignificant. I know of Lauren Lapointe. And I know we’re not up against a worthy opponent, we’re up against ourselves and one stupid woman with delusions of grandeur. Maybe she’s had a taste of violence like this before, pitting other, small, miserable things against each other like a child putting insects in a box to watch them devour each other. Maybe that’s made her feel strong. But she is nothing compared to the likes of us. And you are nothing compared to the likes of me…”

With every step, he inched closer. Angela held her ground for a few moments, before finally taking a step back and as she did, Hugo’s dagger erupted through her chest. Her eyes widened for a split second, as the dagger twisted and writhed through her ribcage, finally bursting free of her and landing in Hugo’s remaining hand. Still, despite the state she was in, she stood, swaying on her feet before he lunged for her, grabbing her by the throat.
“For what it’s worth, you did well to cut off my hand. Shame you didn’t have the stomach to finish the job.”
“No…” Angela gasped, as Hugo forced her to the ground, and tore into her. Her white bowler hat rolled off of her head, and landed by my feet.

I could only watch impartially as he ripped her apart, and pulled her still beating heart from her chest. Angela stared at it with wide, tear filled eyes. She knew she was dying. And all she could do was mouth the words: “No… no… no…” over and over again before Hugo took a bite.

As he ate, I watched, pausing only to calmly walk over to the stairs to pick up his severed hand, as if it were something he’d dropped. When Hugo stood once more, I offered the hand to him.
“Thank you, Snow/” He crooned, casually popping it back into place, before wiping the blood off of his mouth.
“Of course, sir. Two more to go?”
“One, most likely,” He said. “Then we deal with Lapointe.”

I nodded, and let him lead the way. He paid Angela’s body little mind, leaving her in a growing pool of her own blood. I stared down at her remains, and looked into her lifeless eyes which stared up at the ceiling in horror. My eyes settled on the runed dagger she’d used to wound Hugo. It seems that in his fervor, he hadn’t thought to grab it. Fortunately, I was a good assistant and took care of that for him.

***

As we reached the bottom of the stairs, we were greeted by an almost predictable sight. The bloody remains of Daniel Hernandez lay scattered about on the ground, and sitting in front of them sat Koch.

He stared at Hugo, sizing him up before huffing.
“You’ve killed Angela?” He asked calmly.
“It wasn’t much of a chore,” Hugo replied. “And Daniel?”
Koch nodded.
“No chore,” He repeated.
“I thought not. Well, no point in standing on ceremony, is there? We’ve both got places to be, don’t we?”

Koch rose to his feet. He cracked his knuckles. I noticed a heavy iron hammer resting in his hands. An ancient weapon, decorated in runes of all sorts. It probably had a very interesting history to it, but he never explained any of that before swinging it at Hugo with all the grace of a raging bull.

The world around Hugo distorted, moving him out of the way of every swing. His body seemed to twist and duplicate, making him harder to track and harder to hit as he tried to find an angle of attack. Koch huffed in rage, before slamming his hammer into the ground.

A wave of pure energy tore through the room, knocking me off my feet, and sending Hugo crashing against a wall. Koch wasted no time in trying to crush his head into pulp, although Hugo simply dissolved through the wall to evade him, before manifesting behind him.
“A perfect challenge!” Hugo jeered. “But there’s only one throne, for one true God!”

A third arm, made of inky black energy manifested from Koch’s back, seizing Hugo by the throat.
“In this my friend… we are agreed.” Koch hissed. More arms grew from his back, seizing Hugo’s body and keeping him in place. He tried to phase through them, but somehow they still held him.

Koch’s body twisted and elongated, as his spine slowly adjusted itself so that he could face Hugo and raise his hammer over his head. Hugo stared up into his eyes, before opening his mouth and launching a beam of pure energy into Koch’s face. I heard Koch scream, as his skull shattered, smearing a shimmering dark liquid all over the ceiling.

Still… somehow I wasn’t sure if he was dead. His grip on Hugo was still strong, and no matter how hard Hugo fought, he didn’t seem to let go, not that Hugo seemed to want to get too far away from him. No, I watched as Hugo tried to push himself closer to Koch. I watched him drive his dagger into his chest, to try and pry out his beating heart.

More hands manifested from Koch to keep Hugo away, but he was so close. As Koch pulled him back from the gaping wound in his chest, Hugo’s limbs elongated as he reached for the mans beating heart to pry it free, and just as he triumphed and pulled it from his chest… I cut off Hugo’s hand again.

I saw his eyes widen with shock, but he didn’t utter a single word. As his hand and Koch’s heart fell, I snatched them both out of the air. My eyes burned into Hugo’s from behind my glasses, and I gave him a small, knowing smile before biting into the heart myself.

Koch’s entire body seized, but his grip on Hugo grew no weaker.
“Snow?” Hugo’s voice cracked, as the panic of realization set in.

I answered him… but not in my own voice. I spoke in the voice of Lauren Lapointe.
“I’ve always been of the mind that if you have the stomach to lift yourself above the rest of the cattle, then you deserve a seat at the butcher's table. But what are butchers if not themselves meat?”

My face shifted, revealing the visage I’d stolen. I imagined that the real Lauren wouldn’t have minded my borrowing it. She’d been the one who taught me the primal joys of bloodsport, after all, and I’m sure she would’ve loved watching a bunch of rich morons with delusions of grandeur butcher each other in the name of power.

Hugo on the other hand?

The look on his face was one of absolute horror as he quickly put the pieces together. He squirmed. He fought. He tried to get free. But I still had Angela’s knife in my hand, and he could do nothing to stop me from taking his other hand, disarming him in every sense of the word.
“No…” He cried, “No… Penelope… don’t! PENELOPE WAIT!”
Oh, first names now? He was desperate.

Not that it saved him.

And as he wriggled free of Koch’s dying grasp, he only found himself tumbling into mine, where his struggles could not save him as I cut into his chest, pulled out his panicked, beating heart… and took a bite.

***

There were no bodies left behind when I left the Atomium. No bloodstains or any trace of what had happened there. I saw to their disposal. I could feel the new power coursing through my veins… it was more than I’d ever felt before. It was strange. Exciting!

I’d thought the boost I’d gotten from the morsels I’d stolen from Hugo was intense, but this was on an entirely new level! Yet it wasn’t enough.

It would never be enough, not until I’d reached the top. If there even was a top.

I imagined I’d find out soon enough.

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Сәлем! I have been learning Kazakh language for a brief time, and I have been made aware a number of language policy reforms that some people are promoting. There are three which I am interested in investigating the popularity and potential effects of.

Latinization of Kazakh - What is the intent of this? Is it because Cyrillic cannot be reformed to better suit Kazakh (I am aware of one or two problems, but they seem easy to fix), or is this some sort of strategy to de-emphasize Russian influence and cozy up to Europe, Turkey, and Azerbaijan? What effect will this have on Russian words in Kazakh and the way they are understood and written? I have heard that this will harm the legibility of Russian words.
Mandating the dubbing of films, shows, and other broadcasts in Kazakh before they are aired in Kazakh theaters and on Kazakh TV. - I have seen that many films in Kazakhstani theaters are dubbed over in Russian, but that there are usually Kazakh language subtitles, possibly by order of some kind of law from what I heard. However, I have seen some language activists who are not satisfied with this, and wish to further engrain Kazakh in films and TV.
Requiring Kazakh fluency amongst the citizenry, including ethnic minorities such as Russians, Karakalpaks, Germans, Koreans, Chechens, Tatars, etc. - I have heard this proposed on occasion by Kazakhs who are frustrated about the fact that if they want to go to a salon, apply for licenses, and more, that they must speak Russian.

Do most people consider these issues pressing or important, and if not, what do people think of the activists who propose such ideas?
I am going to add my opinions here, but you do not have to read them if you don't want to since they could cause offense:
In the case of the first suggestion (Latinization), having watched videos by Latinization activists, read their articles/letters/manifestos, and spoken to a few Turkic speakers on the issue, I think that it is possibly some kind of cringy, spite-based, anti-Russian "decolonization" thing which should end. To clarify, I think this is why the activists are promoting it. I do not know the exact motivation of the government.
Anyway, I think that Kazakh looks ridiculous when it is Latinized (no sane Turkic speaker should want their language to look more like Turkish, Turkmen, or Azeri) and is not at all easier to learn or comprehend since Cyrillic can be learned in 2 weeks by anyone who cares to, so it confuses me what the purpose might be. I predict that even after Latinization, these activists will make noise and ask the government to outlaw Cyrillic displays, newspapers, etc. in any language in an attempt to make Russians want to leave.
The last two numbered proposals (mandatory Kazakh dubbing and requiring Kazakh fluency) are fine by me, and I think the many peoples of Kazakhstan should at the very least be able to speak good Kazakh if they want to remain. The promotion of Kazakh as a dominant language is an awesome undertaking and I hope it continues, I don't like the idea of intentionally decimating or harming the ability of people to speak Russian out of some weird ethnic/racial animus. My intention when I come to Kazakhstan is that I will know both Kazakh and Russian, but will be far more fluent in Kazakh, which I think many people will appreciate.
What do you guys think?

Hey! I'm a 20-year-old guy from Europe. Into online cartoons like South Park, Rick and Morty, and Family Guy. Love diving into the online media space in general especially YouTube and TV shows. I might seem introverted and shy initially, but once we chat more, who knows, I might turn out to be cool – that's the classic line, right?
Currently playing fallout for the first time (yeah only cause I watched the show). Also studying online design, doing editing and design stuff. Oh, and I've kept up a Duolingo streak for almost a year – if that doesn't show commitment, I don't know what does!
don't want to play all my cards right away, so if you want to know more about me, just send a message. Hey, who knows, I might just reply (that's kinda the point of this whole message, tbf).

27 [M4F] Germany #Europe looking for a trustful and genuine relationship
Not really sure how to start this, I have been for a while in this Subreddit and decided to try my luck now also.
Hello all, I am a 27 years old male from Germany. I'm looking for a serious relationship. I would like to have someone who I can trust and depend on 100% and of course expect the same from me. A genuine connection where we can be open about everything with no judgement. Communication is in my opinion the most important part of a good connection to each other.
Some Info about me: - I am 27 years old even though I think I actually look younger than that age😅. I also have Russian roots, so I speak English, German and Russian. I'm 177cm tall and have short brown hair and blue eyes. Also, I'm more on the slim side. I'm not the muscular gym guy if that's a dealbreaker for someone.

I'm not sure what to tell about my hobbies, since I like a lot of things. I enjoy playing video games and watching TV shows. One of my bigger hobbies at the moment is travelling, which I also would like to do more often. I just want to explore the world and learn about different parts of the world. Life is short and there are so many things to see. I love nature and beautiful landscapes the most about traveling, I would say. I also just enjoy spending time together with other people, and I am actually open to do and try different kind of activities.
In general, I would describe myself as a very loyal and honest person.

What I am looking for: - I would prefer if you are from Germany or in Europe, maybe close to Germany or in a country with good access to get there. I just want to keep this realistic.

I don't really have a specific type for a Person. I am really open-minded, so if it clicks, it clicks. I'm not sure how to explain that. There is only one thing which is unattractive to me. This is not meant to be disrespectful at all, I respect everyone who wants to live the way he wants. But plus size is just something I can't do. I'm not expecting a perfect body, please don't get me wrong. I hope you understand what I mean.
I would love to have someone who enjoys traveling also. If you play video games, it could be nice too, since we could share this hobby easily.
I am also into all sort of cute couple things, maybe it's just that I haven't experienced it yet. I would like it also when you are clingy in a positive way if you know what I mean, like not in a possessive way, maybe.
Also, I would prefer it if you are in the age range between 22-28. I also prefer it if you are not taller than me.

I have 2 things I want to be open about in addition.

I have social anxiety. I worked on it a lot and honestly try my best to not let it influence my life. I just want to be upfront about it in case it is also a dealbreaker for you. I am open to answer any questions regarding this.
I have very low, almost none dating experience. I figured out, that this seems to be also a dealbreaker for some people, so I just share it also right away.

I value honesty a lot, so you just know what you get if you are interested in writing me. It is just that I maybe need to take some more time with certain things because of the anxiety and lack of experience, which makes me feel insecure. If you have some problems yourself or can relate to this, maybe it is even easier as we share the same experience. So no worries if there is anything I will not judge you for that, the only thing I ask you is to be open about it.
We can also exchange pictures right away if you want or if you feel more comfortable, I don't mind if we first write and learn about each other first and exchange it afterward.
If you are interested, please write me a message or send me a chat. Maybe you could give me a short description of yourself and then we will see how things develop 🙃
Thank you for reading this and I wish you all the best.

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Kiri Kilovolt

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