Bitcoin faces sell pressure: Will THESE demand levels prevent a freefall?
2024.12.01 01:30 asmajda Bitcoin faces sell pressure: Will THESE demand levels prevent a freefall?
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2024.12.01 01:30 Tilacosmilo Iniciante e preciso do máximo de dicas e informações
Boa noite
basicamente meu conhecimento é nulo. consigo contar nos dedos de uma mão quantas vezes sentei no banco de uma moto como passageiro…
decidi tirar carteira agora e já quero procurar alguma moto para comprar, possuo 10mil reais para fazer o pagamento à vista. gostaria de dicas sobre o que procurar, sugestões de modelos, macetes na hora de pilotar e qualquer outra coisa que vcs acharem que é útil.
ps: moro numa cidade minúscula e não existe trânsito aqui ps2: estou ciente que com esse valor o que dá pra comprar é moto usada e essa é a intenção
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2024.12.01 01:30 TopProfession7576 1st chapter of an attempt at a story???
I'm brand new to writing stories and this is my attempt at a first chapter! I would love advice on how I can improve my writing, or ideas on how to continue the story. I find myself struggling to write good dialogue, as well as pacing, so I'll take any and all tips.
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It is our responsibility as those who hold the power to alter the very timeline upon which our reality is based, to uphold certain principles. When all else has fallen to ruin, we may find solace in these rules based upon said principles:
One, those with knowledge of the future must never share their knowledge with those of the past.
Two, no one, aside from the two of us, may observe our powers at play, as to avoid any confusion among the general public, as well as ensure the safety of ourselves.
Three, in the twelve hours given to the traveler, all key events must remain untouched, as to avoid disturbing the flow of time and reality itself in the present.
To alter time is to tamper with the very fabric of reality. As moments in a timeline shift, every event after that will also be changed. To change an event is to change the entire timeline, thereby altering not only actions, but also the essence of being each person had in the present.
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Chapter 1
The soft chime of the door echoed through the quiet shop, rousing me from my peaceful slumber. I hesitantly crack open an eyelid, still groggy, and glance up at the blurry figure entering. “Welcome, sir. What may I do for you?” I ask, my voice warping with a lingering yawn.
The man in the doorway, dressed in a dark suit and a black bowler hat with a peculiar green lining, removed his hat and stepped forward. “Good afternoon. I was wondering if you might be able to help me mail this letter. The public postal system has had such a breakdown lately, I worry it may never reach its intended destination.”
I nod, rubbing the remnants of sleep from my eyes. “I’m sure we can help with that, sir.”
The man smiled warmly. “I’m glad to hear it.”
“Thanks, come again soon!” I called out as the man turned toward the door. The bell chimed again as the man hesitated, turning to face me once more.
He looked down at a small, tattered envelope in his hands. Fidgeting with the seal he said “I don’t know if this is true or not, but I heard a rumor that this establishment offers… other services concerning the past, using hand-written letters?”
I blink, suddenly more alert. “Yes, that’s true,” I say slowly, my voice getting quieter. “Is there something you need help with?”
The man shifted uneasily, fidgeting with the letter in his hands. “Well, you see, a couple of years ago, a dear friend of mine asked me to deliver a message for him. Little did I know, that would be the last time I spoke to him. As for the person he intended the message for, I found they were… well, quite unreachable.”
“Unreachable as in… deceased?” I ask gently, my brow furrowing.
The man nodded. “I still feel guilty. I wasn’t able to complete my friend’s dying wish. I heard your shop might be able to help me deliver his message to someone who’s passed away.”
My expression softens as I begin feeling pity for the man. I take a step back, clasping my hands behind my head in thought. “So you want to relay a message to someone who’s no longer alive.” I murmur, mostly to myself.
The man nodded, his eyes filling with a look of deep regret. “Yes. It sounds absurd, I know. But I have to try. I just… I couldn’t live with myself knowing I didn’t do everything in my power to help my friend.”
My gaze shifted to the back of the shop, and I let out a long sigh. “I think we can help you with that, but it’s not a simple thing. There are rules to what we do. And the final decision on whether we can help is up to my partner.”
The man’s eyes lit up. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes. Whatever you need. I just need this closure.”
I glance at the clock on the wall, my eyes flicking toward the back room. “Alright. Follow me Mr…?”
“Hudson, Richard Hudson.” he says.
I lead Mr. Hudson down the narrow hallway and into a small, cluttered room at the back of the shop. Inside, William—or Liam, as everyone called him—sat at a desk, poring over an old journal.
“Knock Knock? Liam, we have a visitor.” I say cheerily.
As he looked up from his notes, he smiled warmly at me and the man who had followed me into the room.
“Hi, Lex,” Liam greeted, turning to the man, he added with a friendly smile, “And hello, sir. How may I assist you today?”
“I was hoping you could help me deliver this letter,” he began, clearly nervous, “I... I need to deliver a message to someone who has passed away. I couldn’t do it when my friend asked me, and now I regret it.”
Liam listened intently, his expression steady and serious. Then, with a slow nod, he took the letter from Mr. Hudson’s hand. His fingertips brushed against the paper, and for a brief moment, the room seemed to grow quieter, as though Liam were listening for something deeper in the letter’s words.
Watching Liam work was always fascinating to me. The flash that crossed his eyes when he began reading, and the look of intense focus displayed on his face as he grasped more information than anyone else could from a couple of pages. The whole process of sifting through all of that knowledge in seconds is incredible, and way beyond my comprehension.
“I understand,” Liam said at last. He seemed to consider a few more moments before he placed the letter carefully on his desk, his eyes never leaving their client. “However, this is a delicate matter. Sending messages to the past is a serious task, and it’s not one we take lightly.”
Mr. Hudson’s face fell, but Liam held up a hand. “I don’t mean to discourage you. We can help, but I must warn you—there are limits to what we can do.” He glanced at me, as I continue standing silently by the door. “The final decision is mine, but... Lex and I will work together on this. You’ll have to trust us.”
Mr. Hudson nodded eagerly. “I trust you. Please, I just need to fulfill this promise.”
Liam nodded slowly, his expression calm. “I understand. But there are rules we follow. We cannot tell you how this works. You won’t know the details, and you mustn’t ask. It’s not for you to understand. We also can’t let anyone from the past know what we’re doing. No one can know about our abilities. If you do this, you’ll need to accept that you can’t share any of this with anyone.”
I lean against the doorframe, smirking lightly at Liam’s tone. “Yeah, we’re all about secrets around here,” I say with a wink, trying to lighten the mood. I gesture toward Liam. “He’s the one who reads the letters, and I’m the one who does all the... hands-on work.” I say with a dramatic pose, flexing my “muscles” as an attempt at a joke.
Liam shoots me a quick look, feigning embarrassment, but the corners of his mouth betray him as they quirk upward into a half-smile. “And I trust Lex to do his job. But we can’t break the rules. Messing with the past is always a risk, and we can’t afford to change anything too drastically.”
Liam eyes me as I grin mischievously at Mr. Hudson. “I’m not exactly known for being subtle, but when it comes to these things... I’ve learned to be careful. We can’t mess with the big stuff.”
Liam’s smile faded slightly as he turned back to the man. “Once we deliver the message, we can’t undo it. A letter can only be used once, but you have to trust us.” The man nodded, eyes full of hope and desperation. “I understand. I’ll do whatever it takes. Please help me.”
Liam looked down at the letter again, as though contemplating the decision. “Very well,” he said, his voice steady. He turns to me as I make my way to the room in the very back of the shop.
I turn around briefly to give him a small salute and a teasing grin. “Aye, captain. You know I’m always ready for a little time-bending fun.”
Liam shot me a pointed look but couldn’t suppress a small smile. “Just stay focused, Lex.”
“Always,” I reply with an exaggerated wink before heading toward the back room.
Liam walked Mr. Hudson back to the front of the shop. He stood with the letter in his hand as he focused on the man who stood waiting at the counter. “Please, leave this to us,” Liam said with a calm, reassuring smile. “We’ll take care of it.”
The man nodded, grateful but understandably worried. Turning away with a hopeful smile, he exited the shop, the door chiming quietly as he left them to do their work.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, Liam walked back to the small room where he sat down across from me. I’m doing my best to prepare myself, my face scrunched up in concentration.
Liam set the letter on the table between us and spoke softly, his voice calm and controlled. “You ready?
I nod “Let’s do this.”
Without speaking, we stretch our arms out, laying our palms flat, one atop the other. The connection is immediate.
“I’ve read through the letter. You’re stepping into his shoes. Remember, you can’t share knowledge of the future, and don’t make any rash moves. Just deliver the message. No matter what happens, you can’t change things.” Liam’s thoughts rang clearly in my mind.
“Got it. No frills, just the message. Let’s go.”
And with that, the room around us seems to blur. Time begins to shift as I feel myself stepping into the writer’s skin, accompanied by Liam’s presence in my head.
~~~~~~~
“Richard! Richard! Hey, Richard! Come on upstairs, breakfast is just about ready!” A voice called from somewhere above me, muffled and distant.
I blink, trying to shake off the haze clouding my thoughts. “Liam, where am I?” I groaned, sitting up and scanning the dimly lit room around me. It looked like some sort of basement. My gaze fell on a letter on the floor, its ink still wet, the same one I must have used to get here.
“You're in our client’s office. He comes down here to write and do paperwork for his business,” Liam’s voice filled my head, calm and reassuring. “This all happened 15 years ago.”
I nodded, processing his words. The sound of his voice was comforting, a reminder that I wasn’t alone in this.
“You’d better get upstairs. Your wife will be mad if you don’t.”
I scoffed, the idea of being married feeling foreign and strange. Then again, I had a role to play if I wanted to keep the timeline intact. I had to go along with it.
I stood and dusted myself off before heading up the stairs toward the voice. As I reached the top, I was greeted by an exasperated young woman.
“There you are! I was starting to think you might never emerge from that office of yours!”
She couldn’t be older than thirty, with bright green eyes and dark brown hair tied back in a loose bun. She looked at me with a mix of concern and affection.
“This is Margaret,” Liam’s voice confirmed in my head.
I forced a smile, trying to step into my role. “Sorry, I was just finishing a letter for a friend.”
“A friend?” Her brow furrowed slightly, curious.
“Uh… Bill,” I said, the name coming to me just in time.
“Oh,” she replied, nodding. “You should go see him soon. I heard he’s been ill lately.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Do you know which hospital he’s staying at?”
“I think it’s Montgomery,” she said, turning away.
“It’s a good idea,” Liam added in my mind. “Go visit him after breakfast.”
“I’ll do that,” I said, nodding at Margaret. “I’ll head over right after breakfast.”
The kitchen was warm, the scent of coffee hanging in the air as Margaret moved around, setting the table. I sat down, feeling slightly like an intruder in a life that wasn’t mine. It all felt too... casual. The simple routines of a marriage I couldn’t imagine myself in.
Margaret placed a plate in front of me with a smile. “So, how’s that letter to Bill coming along? Any progress?”
Bill. Right. I nodded, trying to recall what “Bill” was even working on. “Yeah, just wrapping things up. It’s been a bit of a hassle, but nothing too serious.”
Her smile lingered as she took her seat across from me, pouring herself more coffee. “I’m glad you’re thinking of him. You’ve always been good to your colleagues.”
I gave a half-smile, picking at my toast. My stomach turned as her fingers brushed the edge of my hand when she reached for the jam, the softness in her voice when she spoke my name.
I had to fight the urge to pull away. This... was not my life. So I can’t change the past just because this guy’s wife creeps me out.
“Remember this isn’t your life, you just have to play the role until we can deliver the message” Liam repeated in my head.
"So," she said, her green eyes glinting, "what's on the agenda for today? More work, or will you actually take some time off for yourself?"
I blinked, searching for an answer. Something that felt natural. "I’ll head to the office later. After I check on Bill."
Her smile brightened, “You always take care of your friends. It’s one of the things I love about you.”
Ugh. I bit back the uncomfortable sigh. This wasn’t real. I wasn’t Richard. But I have to play along until we can deliver that message.
“I’ll be back soon,” I said, forcing a smile that probably looked more like a grimace. “We’ll do something after, okay?”
She gave me a soft kiss on the cheek as she stood to clear the plates. “I’ll be waiting. Don’t take too long.”
“Talk about a ladies’ man,” Liam teased, his thoughts dripping with amusement as Margaret leaves the room.
I scowl, not in the mood for his jabs. “Shut up,” I grumble. “How would you feel getting all chummy with someone else’s wife?” I snap defensively, even though I know it’s a silly argument to have.
Liam scoffs in my head, unfazed. “You are her husband, remember?”
I roll my eyes, “Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” I mutter, more to myself than to him.
“Anyway,” I say, subtly steering the subject away from that awkward encounter, “how do I get to Montgomery Hospital? I don’t think that place even exists anymore.”
Liam’s voice is calm, patient. “It exists in this timeline. And it just so happens to be walking distance from your house.”
I let out an exaggerated sigh, sarcasm thick in my tone. “Yay! Lucky me,” I mutter.
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After what felt like the most stressful walk of my life (courtesy of Liam’s horrible sense of direction), I finally arrived at the hospital. The building was massive—12 stories tall and spanning two entire blocks.
I found my way to the entrance and approached the reception desk.
"Excuse me, ma'am," I said, plastering on what I hoped was a cheerful smile, "I was hoping to visit a dear friend of mine, Mr. Bill Thompson?"
The nurse smiled kindly. "Of course, sir. You can find him in room 424."
"Thanks," I nod politely and make my way to the elevators.
After a bit of confusion and a few wrong turns, I finally find myself standing outside room 424.
"Relax," Liam's voice echoed in my mind, soft and reassuring. "Just talk to him like you talk to me."
I take a deep breath and enter the room.
The sight of Bill takes me by surprise. Though I knew he was around the same age as Richard, he looked years older—his skin pale and sunken, lips cracked, his frame thin and frail. That’s when the gravity of the situation truly hit me. This might be Richard's last conversation with his best friend.
"Hey, Richard," Bill greeted me warmly, though his voice was raspy and hoarse.
"Hey, Bill," I replied, swallowing the lump in my throat. "How’ve you been?"
Bill chuckled lightly, though it sounded more like a wheeze as he gestured to the array of tubes running into his body. "As good as I can, given... well, this."
"I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner," I said, guilt twisting in my stomach, "I didn’t know it had gotten this bad."
Bill shook his head, his eyes filled with a weary understanding. "It’s okay, Richard. I was diagnosed three years ago. I’ve known for a while now I wouldn’t make it past thirty-five."
Liam’s voice cut through my thoughts, calm and steady. "I know it’s hard, but we can’t afford to let emotions get in the way. Focus. We can’t alter the timeline."
I nodded subtly to myself, pushing the weight of the situation aside for the moment. "How much time do they think you’ve got left?"
"One week," Bill answered quietly, his voice surprisingly calm. Then, after a long pause, he added, "Richard, I need you to do something for me. A final request."
I stayed quiet, waiting.
"I need you to go see my daughter. Victoria."
My brow furrowed in confusion. "Victoria?"
Bill nodded, a sad, resigned smile on his lips. "Yes. She... she stopped speaking to me after I refused to give my blessing for her marriage. It’s been a long time since we’ve spoken, and I don’t think she’ll listen to me anymore. But I... I trust you, Richard. You’re my closest friend, and I know you can do this for me."
I blinked in surprise, the request settling in my mind. "You want me to see her? After everything that’s happened?"
Bill’s smile faded as he closed his eyes for a moment. "I know it’s a lot to ask. But I’ve tried everything, and I’ve failed her. I won’t get the chance to fix this myself. I need you to tell her why I did what I did. She needs to know it wasn’t about control, Richard.” The frail man looked up at his friend, tears welling up in his eyes, “It was about protecting her. I just... I need her to know that."
His voice cracked slightly as he spoke, and despite the unfamiliarity of his situation, a heavy wave of sympathy washed over me. I felt the weight of his plea and heard the desperation in the dying man’s voice.
"I’ll find her," I said, my voice steady even though my mind was racing. "I’ll tell her. I’ll make sure she knows what you wanted her to hear."
Bill’s eyes softened, and he squeezed my hand weakly. "Thank you, Richard. I know you can do this. Please... don’t let my mistakes be the last thing she remembers of me."
I nodded, my throat tight. "I won’t. I’ll make sure she understands."
As I stepped into the hallway, I felt the weight of the task ahead settle in. The gravity of Bill’s request was hanging over me, and I wasn’t sure where to start looking for Victoria, or if she would even listen. But I have no choice. I have to do this for Bill, and for Richard.
Just as I begin walking down the hallway, a voice echoes inside my mind, familiar and reassuring, "We’ll find her, Lex. Stay focused. You’re not alone."
I appreciate any advice, critiques, or questions! Thanks for reading.
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2024.12.01 01:30 aaliya_skyy Primer wood fascia?
Hello, I had my roof fascia repaired when I got my roof done. They just fixed it with pressure treated wood and it wasn’t primed. My husband picked up the following primer and I’m wondering if it’s appropriate?
https://www.rustoleum.com/product-catalog/consumer-brands/zinsseshellac-base-primeb-i-n-shellac-base-primer
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2024.12.01 01:30 funpete1960 Memories
Dan often refers to the lasting memories of a conflict.
Which makes me wonder about residual cultural memories between say… Germany and Russia? Do modern Germans have a lingering hatred for Russians?
Forgive me for a stupid question.
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2024.12.01 01:30 BIGBIGSHOTSHOT I told Chatgpt where Soldier’s Insanity originated from (im pretty sure its literally just Lead poisoning) and it gave me this:
Soldier’s insanity in Team Fortress 2 is a result of both his backstory and his experiences. Originally a highly patriotic and zealous character, Soldier's madness stems from a combination of his distorted view of military honor and his abusive upbringing. As a child, he was neglected and isolated by his father, which likely contributed to his sense of insecurity and need for validation. His deep patriotism, combined with his lack of social understanding, often leads to erratic, impulsive, and nonsensical behavior.
Additionally, Soldier’s time in the army further warped his mind, especially as he fought in numerous senseless battles, contributing to his already unstable mental state. His military training emphasizes extreme values like honor and duty, but in the exaggerated, absurd Team Fortress 2 universe, this leads to over-the-top actions and a heightened sense of delusion, especially toward concepts of glory and battle. His insanity, therefore, is a mix of trauma, misguided patriotism, and isolation, which is often played for comedic effect in the game.
(The Paragraph above is the Chatgpt response)
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2024.12.01 01:30 Rahulrocks011 Rant : TFI banisatvam should stop
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2024.12.01 01:30 LeHolm AITA for accidentally knocking over a Lego.
I (32M) am visiting my parents for Thanksgiving and staying in the guest room at their house. I was trying to find an electrical outlet for my various devices by moving some of the furniture in the room around when I accidentally knocked a Lego my mom had made off of the dresser. It didn’t explode and I was able to put it back together in less than 20 minutes. However, when I went out to go tell them what had happened my mom began freaking out, got angry and accused me of not caring about her things. My dad, who at first didn’t care, accused me of gaslighting them for telling them that it was already fine and that it was just a Lego.
I’ll admit, this isn’t the juiciest of stories that come up in this sub but I can’t shake that their reactions were a little shocking to me. Accidents happen, I didn’t spike grandmas ashes on the floor, and before I told them I had already fixed the issue. So AITA or maybe next time should I just sweep the pieces under the rug?
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2024.12.01 01:30 Far_Bison5793 Hosting Zamazenta raid 971969216614
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2024.12.01 01:30 TheSmogman Trouble in Paradise on Steam Deck
I've managed to get TIP running through Xenia on my PC, and while it works just fine, my PC turns red hot after about 30 minutes to 1 hour or so of play, so I was thinking of going through Steam Deck to see if that worked better, but I've yet to find anything on how well the game actually works on there.
So, to anyone that may have it, how well does Trouble in Paradise (and by extension, Xenia) work on Steam Deck as of now? Just so I don't make any jumps before knowing the full story.
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2024.12.01 01:30 Best-Objective-8948 Way to make my project more brainrotty/stupid?
Hey everyone. I've created a project recently called TC or GTFO. It's a script that I created that basically auto comments TC or GTFO if one's TC isn't mentioned in a post from Blind. Now, I'm thinking of ideas to make this projects stupider to the point of no return. Any ideas?
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2024.12.01 01:30 Stunning-Ad-8772 Want a 1440 graphics card
Hello
Looking to upgrade maybe on a cyber Monday deal to get to play games on 1440p. What's the cheapest gpu I could get for that. My current though is the RX 6750XT? But I would appreciate some other options to help with the deal finding. Thank you
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2024.12.01 01:30 belilith- Hi💋
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2024.12.01 01:30 SocialDemocracies Free Press Co-CEO Jessica J. González: Brendan Carr, Trump's pick to lead the FCC, poses a threat to free speech
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2024.12.01 01:30 draken-bolibo Weird sreams on Woods [Discussion]
Hi, I have played a bit on Woods recently, and I often hear weird noises that sounds a bit like some weird screams, especially around the USEC camp. I can't really find any answears online on what it might be, but I hear it all the time! Any answears/suggestions would be appreciated!
Also note that I only do daytime raids on Woods, I have thought that it might be something related to cultists but they only come out at night right?
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2024.12.01 01:30 JiePiee M25 Would any ladies like to help me fill in this Boob Bingo?
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2024.12.01 01:30 MissionReach2689 💚💛The people of Kerry have spoken💚 💛
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2024.12.01 01:30 Emigzz854 Mike Evans or Jyren Williams at Flex?
Week 13 who to start: Evans coming off injury but Kyren from couple disappointing weeks…who ya got??
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2024.12.01 01:30 Perttinieminen First game of my beer league career!
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2024.12.01 01:30 DocumentConsistent craziest hit yet
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2024.12.01 01:30 robalo1991 Alex finds sunglasses
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2024.12.01 01:30 JollyOlFellow WB Zacian NOW! 928516141151
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2024.12.01 01:30 Successful-Career-23 Is this brand good ?
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