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As part of my ICT GCSE coursework, I need to design an imaginary animal shelter, for which I picked falcons. Most of the work is finished, except for one part - I need to get at least ten people to complete a survey. The other ten people taking the GCSE in my school have already had the other students fill them out. Getting an unbiased response to a survey that the person has already filled out would be difficult at best, so I would like to request that any of you willing to do so could fill out the survey - I've got until the end of the week before I need to turn it in.
- Would you consider sponsoring a bird of prey?
- If so, how much would you pay?
- Have you ever seen an advertisement for an animal shelter?
- If so, where did you see the advertisement in question?
- Would you consider volunteering at an animal shelter?
- If there was an aviary nearby, how much would you pay for a falconry apprenticeship (if at all)?
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EDIT: Hadn't seen Aryanath post the same quote, sorry. Deleted.
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Me the last two times I tried to ask someone person out.
Internal monologue: All right, you've put this off long enough. Three slow dances have gone by tonight, the last one is starting in two minutes, and you've been too scared to ask her. If you put it off any further, you'll have to wait until the next end-of-term party. It's 3 AM, put it off any further and you might fall asleep. Maybe she won't be there, if she isn't there you won't embarrass myself, please don't be there... HorraAAAHHGH, she's still there. All right, conviction, you've got nothing to lose if you go for it, but you'll lose the opportunity if you don't. Go on, it's eight steps, five words, one question. Wait, how long have you been standing here? Is your stare creepy? No, she hasn't noticed. Thirty seconds left, everyone's finding their partners, now or-
Someone else already in a relationship: Hey, (her name)! Willing for a dance?
I'm not looking for advice on how to ask someone out. I want to know how you convince yourself to do so. I've got the standard phobia of losing the other person's friendship, alongside a fear of awkward situations, a fear of disappointing people, a fear of saying stupid things and a fear of regretting choices. How do you motivate yourself to walk a short distance towards someone, ask a question, get an answer, and walk away?
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I've been getting up every night for the last week to the tune of "Oh Adonalsium, almost a quarter of my life has gone by." Midway through my exams, needing four Cs and two Bs to get into the college I want, Two problems with this ambition - I am only taking seven exams, meaning I can't fail more than one, and I have no idea what I am going to do with my life if I graduate college. I can usually ignore that particular train of thought when I'm up and about during the day, but it always hits me a few minutes after I go to bed. I only noticed it was a problem today, when it became clear to me that I was actively ruining my own sleep routine so I would fall asleep quickly before those thoughts could take hold.
A 2013 statistic said that 425,0000 people aged 15-16 take their GCSEs each year, and only 150,000 or so at age 17. If I fail any of these exams, I'll be part of the 3% that got held back a year from college, sitting in an exam room surrounded by people younger than me and looking out of place. There are people at my school who weren't held back and are still staying until they're 18 entirely of their own choice, but I still don't like the idea that I'd have to re-take exams next year.
Everyone keeps telling me that college isn't as important as people make it out to be, pointing out famous entrepreneurs who dropped out to focus on their companies. There's just one problem with that statement, to me - those entrepreneurs had vision. They had a plan. They knew what they wanted to work on. I, on the other hand, have no idea what I'll do if I graduate college, never mind if I drop out. Mark Zuckerberg had an original, amazing idea in the back of his head when he first went to college, I have unfinished drafts of stories that will probably never be finished.
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Question - is it too late for me to join? If so, here's my character submission. If not, ignore this post.
Name: Rajhin
Race: Khajiit (Suthay-Raht, slightly shorter than Skyrim Khajiit)
Age: 31
Profession: Thief
Skills: Sneak, Pickpocket, Lockpicking, Restoration Magic, Alteration Magic.
Star Sign: Serpent
Worships: "These gods are nothing but dragons on a greater scale. Anyone who worships something they know to be flawed is as great a fool as Rajhin has ever seen. If you must worship, worship someone for being a paragon of your ideal. Such as, say, Rajhin, thief god."
Appearance: Thick, tiger-stripe pattern fur, braided yellow mane, solid gold earrings, gold and emerald circlet. Refuses to wear armor, opting instead for a luxurious purple robe he found on a cultist of Vaermina. Wears spiked metal gauntlets that leave his fingers - and therefore claws - exposed. With regards to fighting, the spikes on the gloves are blunt and just for intimidation; he prefers to use those carving knives that Khajiit like to call their fingernails. He is never seen without an amulet around his neck to either one of the Daedric Princes, Eight Divines or to Alduin - stolen, of course. The particular amulet he chooses to wear on any particular day depends on his mood and the person he is planning to rob.
Moral Code: "You call yourself thief. A thief takes to keep for himself, or to sell for coin. You do so, true, but were you also paid to put an arrow in that guard's throat? Or to kill that witness? A bad thief gets caught and kills to get out. A good thief never gets caught in the first place. The day Rajhin is cornered with no escape but violence is the day Rajhin can no longer call himself thief god."
Exceptions: "Occasionally, This One finds someone who is such a waste of flesh and air, who brings so much misery to the world, more than Rajhin would do in a thousand years... now, in these situations, Rajhin doesn't have to be paid to kill someone. Well, them, and Daedra. Daedra always come back. It's fine to kill them, if one does not mind making an enemy for the next eternity. And undead. This One must never forget about undead, or how much his fingers hurt punching bone hard enough to snap it in half. Undead are some of the only times Rajhin can take off the safety gloves - the spikes get stuck in their flesh too easily for something that has been dead so long."Ambitions: "This One occasionally listens to priests boasting. 'Meridia's Ring of Khajiit is always within her sight. Hermaeus Mora's forbidden knowledge is guarded by all the Daedra in Apocrypha. Alduin's Dragonstone never leaves his neck.' This One is here to prove them fools. But first, Rajhin will try to steal something less ambitious. Like a regent's dignity."
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I and several other players have noted that almost any other player would have made more sense for you to scan than Ripple. What was your reason for choosing him as the target of your Ledgers?
My reasoning being that the most likely suspects would possibly get lynched and/or murdered, and I needed to get to sleep before the cycle concluded. I picked Ripple because I thought he was the least likely person to be killed or imprisoned, by virtue of being inactive and therefore having nothing to say which could be interpreted suspiciously. Incredibly convoluted logic summarized thus: I scanned him because he was one of the most innocent-looking players.
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Adamir, I can see you down there at the bottom. Are you planning on offering an explanation for your choice of targets any time soon?
Could you elaborate on what you mean by 'choice of targets'? On the note of lynching me, if it clears the name of a more capable player, better to die for the village than live for yourself. I have nothing else to add to the topic at hand.
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I used the term Conspirator because in most online games of mafia I've played this far the eliminator faction is usually termed some variant of Conspirator. As we don't have proper Eliminators this time, Conspirator seemed like the best generic option. My argument still stands that for now, as far as we can tell with our evidence thus far, the dagger is in the hands of a villager. Do we want to risk it getting into the hands of an eliminator?
As Alvron is most likely going to be lynched, I'll leave the results of that as my argument for my own innocence. I look forward to conspiracy theories about how him being an innocent and me trying to defend him proves my guilt; for now, please hold off drugging or murdering me tonight, and let my name be cleared on the morrow.
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But what I find hard to believe is that... it just so happened that the item Ripple had was a Ledger. It feels fabricated to me, as if Alvron made it up to support his point and is trying to avoid being arrested. The best lies for eliminators are the believable ones, the kind that can be sympathized with. He did the exact same thing in QF13 when Sart outed him as Strawman's killer. He lied about his role, claiming to be a healer, so that he would not be lynched. I get the distinct impression that he's doing the same thing; telling us exactly what we want to hear so we will leave him be.
I was going to wait for more information before posting, but keeping information hidden from your own team seems like it would cause far more harm than good. So, here goes.
Ripplygylf was a conspirator.
According to Alvron, he has a dagger and a ledger. The ledger came from me - I scanned Ripplygylf the same night he was murdered, getting the guilty verdict via my scan. If you believe me we can assume that Alvron is
innocentnot a conspirator, just a homicidally insane vigilante. The wounded gazelle gambit exists, but with regards to murdering one of your own, with no actual way to prove that they were a conspirator, it seems like a bit of a stretch.Now for my two reasons why we shouldn't lynch Alvron. One, the evidence I put forwards suggests he is a villager. And two, far more importantly, should it look like an unavoidable lynch, everyone is going to bandwagon it in the hopes of getting the dagger and ledger.. Villagers to keep them out of eliminator hands and use them themselves, but more important, eliminators in the hopes of preventing scans and gaining a kill action. If we assume a quarter of our number are eliminators, that's a 1/4 chance of them getting the kill action, and a 3/4 chance of nothing significant changing except for our faction shrinking by one member.
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Is it too late to join as Edris Calvert?
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Mythology
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Some very unambitious woodwork in my spare time; wooden weapons to take to D&D sessions, the occasional bookshelf, and one bow that snapped when I was trying to bend it into shape. Planning on making a second bow when I have a proper plan and schematics, as well as flexible wood I'll have to bring from outside my nearby area, where the only trees are oak and pine.
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While it's based around a different character, as someone who hasn't played any of the Witcher games I always saw Vin in my head listening to Miracle of Sound's Lady of Worlds.
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I have to ask though... Mardu ramp? How are you ramping (and why) in those three colours?
I'd been running four Generator Servants (1Gen, 1R 2/2, sacrifice for two mana) and two copies of Liliana of the Dark Realms (+1 tutors swamps, -6 gives swamps five times their normal value). The plan here was to use one of my four copies of Secure the Wastes (1W XGen, summon X 1/1 warrior tokens) on Turn 5 with 8 mana to drop seven 1/1 tokens, then buff them over the next two turns with various stat bonuses from Spear of Heliod and Dictate of Heliod (+1/+1 and +2/+2 respectively), as well as give them Menace with Blood-Chin Rager (all other warrior creatures you control have Menace whenever Blood-Chin Rager attacks) to finish the game by Turn 8.
The entire purpose of this strategy is to catch the enemy off guard; a strong early game defense gears them up for a long game of attrition against what they think is a control deck, which is supposed to transform into a rush deck inside the space of two turns when they've decided to concentrate on long-term advantage. It's gotten me the first victory in eight out of twelve decks I've played against, but drops in effectiveness when playing against the same person more than once.
Took your advice and focused entirely on b/w warriors, with a strong emphasis on mid-combat adjustments; instants and flash enchantments to boost my creatures' stats before combat resolves but after blocks are declared. With a focus on Herald of Dromoka to give all my warriors vigilance, I can declare attacks every turn and force my opponent to choose between the high chance that I am going to drop an instant or Dictate of Heliod mid-combat and the damage they would otherwise take, while still being able to hold up a solid defense. I don't have as much of an advantage against people who haven't played against me before, but my overall w/l ratio has improved since I adjusted the deck.
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I've found my deck in the paradoxical situation where Red, otherwise known as Attack Attack Attack, makes my deck far slower in the early game and stops me playing aggressive while giving me a better endgame. To give context, I was playing Mardu Ramp (Black White Red); I've boiled it down to just plain old black and white, scrapping the most aggressive color so as to actually be able to play aggressively.
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Question - The story I am currently working on has a psychopath incapable of feeling fear and a sociopath incapable of empathy as its two main characters. I've decided to write it based around the idea of the "Great Man" approach to history, going by the idea that people, not events, change the world for the better or worse, meaning that my two characters will be on their merry way overthrowing governments, causing large-scale chaos and claiming entire states for themselves.
However, a subset of characters in my work are able to nudge thoughts as their particular gimmick, frequently dipping into the dreams of various rulers to steer their policies just right; it's established early on to the reader that all of Das and Nax's ideas (please forgive the names, still a first draft) come from thoughts pushed into their heads. This, however, conflicts with the overall theme of the influence one person can have on the world if they set their mind to it; to put it this way, these are the two titles I have for a section of a book. It could be called A, The Principle of Great Things, or B, The Principle of Clay. So, advice? How can I make the plot and the theme get along? Should I alter one or the other? Should I have those characters realize they're being manipulated and break out of the linear road set in front of them, or take out the manipulation altogether? Should they live in blissful unawareness throughout the entire novel?
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I may be stretching it here, but going by your theory, could Miles Hundredlives be a reincarnated Kelsier?
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Due to various problems I'll have to drop out at this point - could I re-join a few generations down the line, when I've mapped out a character and gotten more free time? Feel free to dramatically murder Lord Farrsolin, if you like.
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Two days before Christmas. Hip hip horray for kidney infections that mean I'll spend the next week or so in a hospital bed with a drip coming out of my arm rather than actually, well, celebrating Christmas. Bear in mind that this is the first time in my life that I've had any medical issue pressing enough to require staying in a hospital overnight, and it somehow happens right before Christmas. At least there's semi-fast wifi for me to waste the holidays.
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The skaa were marching on a farmstead. Hundreds of skaa, marching to torch a farm. A farm.
How many skaa would die tonight? How many would kill one-another? Would the farmers be lynched, for making food that sold for boxings that ran into Farrsolin coffers? Would the farmstead be burned to the ground? I knew what people could be like in riots; anyone not part of the group is against it, and anyone standing in between a riot and its target is its new target.
"Go fetch Aleph," I hissed to one of my servants. "And you," I turned to another, "find Master Bet." I continued issuing orders regarding the depressingly short list of Farrsolin Mistborn and Mistings. But even if there were few Farrsolin Allomancers, House Farrsolin was not Allomantically bankrupt.
"Send a missive to House Etoro," I yelled to another servant. "Tell them to gather their Allomantic forces; I invoke the Obligation. We march to protect skaa."
Note: This is a public reaction to the fact that a horde of skaa is attacking one of my farms. My response is to gather a large group of common foot soldiers, led by Lord Thay and several Farrsolin Mistborn, and reinforced by every Allomancer that Houses Farrsolin and Etoro can muster, to protect the farm. Farrsolin propaganda writers are going to use this attack to reduce sympathy for the skaa rebellion among the skaa; Thay is going to discreetly kill a handful of farmers, if the rebels have not done so, with no witnesses. These dead farmers are going to be shown as skaa murders by the skaa rebellion, in an attempt to undermine their goals.
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Action 1
Who: Lord Thay
What: Sending a second shipment of bread to the skaa in Seran
When: Action 1
Where: City skaa in Seran
Why: To encourage the view among the skaa of House Farrsolin being magnanimous
Who: Lord Thay
What: Setting up a recruitment campaign throughout non-rebellious districts for the Farrsolin military.
When: Action 2
Where: Non-rebellious skaa districts in Seran
Why: To bolster the Farrsolin military
Who: Lord Thay
What: Trying for an Heir (Male name: Arin. Female name: Arin)
When: Action 3
Why: To try and bolster the Farrsolin Allomantic line.
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First, might I say you have good taste in music? I'd put this as a song to listen to to take your attention away from other things, rather than something to help you focus on other things - the difference between listening to music for enjoyment and listening to music to pass the time. The uneven transitions of the vocals did more to hold my interest, when static, predictable changes in vocals would have me relegate this to something to put on in the background while I study. I wouldn't call Broken Arrows a song that makes you feel active, but it is a song which made me feel energetic enough to get up and stop procrastinating. It's not a song that tells you to start dancing, but it is a song that tells you to stop sitting around and do something.
And now for my submission - if necessary, plug your ears before I expose you to my terrible taste in music.
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Blade to blade, boot to shield. It was the exact same maneuver his trainer had used the last time they had sparred, and this time Thay was prepared, dropping his shield and spinning his sword, stepping around his opponent, and cutting an arc towards his foe's shoulders.Master Bet regained his foothold and ducked beneath the sword, before planting a hand on the ground and swinging his foot behind Thay's shins. Half a second later, Thay was on the ground, his opponent planting a knee into his back, another holding down Thay's sword arm.'Yield.'Thay tried to spin around, but failed. He put all his weight on his arms and tried to throw off the weight on his back, but failed. He flicked his neck backwards in an attempt to slam the back of his head into Master Bet; a hand grasped him by the hair and slammed his face into the grass.'Yield.'Thay tried to pass his blade from his sword hand, pinned under Master Bet's knee, to his remaining arm with a light Push, pinned under his own weight. His opponent scooped it up before he could grab it.'Yield.'Thay sighed with resignation, feeling small bursts of pain from his nose; the blood dripping down made his pale skin shudder. Still, not broken.'I yield.'Master Bet rose to his feet, before grasping Thay's arm and pulling him up. Thay glanced for a moment at his trainer, past the pockparks and albino skin. There was no real satisfaction in those eyes, just a weary resignation of another easy victory. This wasn't even a challenge for the old swordsman, just another chore to get through the day.Thay moved a sleeve over his nose to wipe away the blood. His servants would panic at the stain, but this was his sparring uniform, of no consequence. Still, there was something he had meant to ask the previous day, when Master Bet had first kicked at his shield.'You cheated,' Thay growled, wiping away more blood from his upper lip.Master Bet smirked. 'You won't win a fight following every rule. You won't win a war following every rule. The only way for you to win is to both use every opportunity and anticipate your opponent. Kicking in a duel, for you, is unthinkable; you can't imagine anyone else doing it.'Thay nodded. 'I understand.' He understood, but he didn't approve.This was only the end of his first week with his new trainer, and only the fifth of such arguments. Thay had learned long ago not to argue with Master Bet; it had as much effect as arguing with the tides. Whatever you said, nothing would change.Master Bet took out a piece of cloth from his pocket and ran it along his sword, wiping away the few drops of blood on the edge. Sparring with real weapons still made Thay nervous, but his opponent had promised not to deliberately cripple or kill him. Deliberately.Thay had initially been worried about accidentally killing his trainer. Those worries had been replaced by frustration at the end of the first day, when he had been struck three times with the hilt of Master Bet's sword in the first round. It would be nigh impossible for him to even get a single successful blow; the best Thay could hope for was to last long enough to learn something.'You lasted longer today,' Master Bet said to him as they walked out.'Nine seconds. I think I might have lasted about the same against one of the captains down there.' Thay tried to force a smile, but defeat still left a sour taste in his mouth, as it had every day for the last week.'You'd last a single second, the time it would take him to unsheathe his sword and take the first swing. And he's not even an Allomancer.''And you are?''Took you long enough to find out; and let me guess, that was cheating?' Bet replied.'I'm used to it, coming from you,' Thay said.'If it helps, I didn't use any pewter strength, and just enough tin to keep my reflexes up to your level. After all, at my age, I'd need some outside advantage to keep up.' Thay didn't take the bait. Master Bet was trying to pull him into sympathy for his age; it wouldn't work. You can't exactly sympathise with someone when they slam your head into the grass.The thought reminded him of the injury. The pain wasn't too bad, and his nose wasn't broken, but there was a small trail of blood leaking out. He raised a sleeve to his nose and wiped the blood away a second time, once again trying to resist Pushing Master Bet's sword hilt-first into his face. These "non-aggressive Allomantic contests", as he called them, were artifically binding and constraining, but Thay relished the challenge. If only for that, he would keep his iron and steel extinguished.---Action 1Who: Thay, as House LordWhat: Ordering one third of Farrsolin soldiers to defend Farrsolin properties, one third to secure the Eastern Dominance, and one third to delegate themselves to the Steel Ministry on a ten year lease so as to lend their assistance towards subjugating the skaa rebellion in other dominances.When: Action 1Why: To prevent skaa riots in Farrsolin land, and to improve my reputation with the Inquisition.2
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Public Action
Who: Lord Regnus
What: Paying off debts to House Zerrung; six Wealth.
Where: Luthadel
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Most of the coursework seems to be about being able to gather information from the internet for something you know nothing about; the rest is designing posters, logos, advertisements and the like. I had the same skepticism when it was presented to me.
Also, thanks to everyone who filled in the survey.