We've been renovating our houses and have done a bit of tiling. We had no problems getting grout haze off of our porcelain floor tiles but we did a backsplash in the bathroom with ceramic tile and I am losing my mind and am worried time is running out as it's already been a few days with no luck.
I have tried a vinegar solution, Dawn dish soap and warm water, just warm water. I have used cloths, scrub pads and brushes. Last night we went out an bought the TileLab Grout Haze Remover and after nearly 45 minutes of trying, I think it's actually worse! But it's the only thing Home Depot/Rona/Lowe's seem to have around here.
Any advice appreciated! How do I get the grout haze off? We used black tiles so it's pretty noticeable!

I have a rectangle pebble-wash shower floor with the drain in front.
The middle of the shower is sunk (sunken? sunk in?) and I can't find a single video or post about this specific scenario. All other videos I've seen are just adding grout and tiles, but not small pebbles.
Do I need to hammer out all the existing grout/pebbles and start over? Can I just add another layer of grout and throw the pebbles in?

If I had to pick an embarrassing moment which will haunt me until I die—it has to be the time I tried out for The Sunbeam cheer squad last year. I was a freshman, and I wanted community. Friends.
I heard the cheer squad were just an extra-curricular group rather than an actual majoring level class, so I figured I’d give them a shot. It’s not like I could ignore them.
On my first day when I was moving into my dorm room, I must have walked into the same girl three times. I am in strict belief that it is not possible for a human being to be permanently happy.
And yet that was her. She wandered around like the sun shone right out of her ass, and it was both endearing and terrifying.
The girl resembled the sun herself, a halo of golden curls held in a scrunchie and a flaunting sundress, matching ribbons wrapped around her. The Sunbeam Squad were easy to spot because they were all wearing insanely bright yellow—waving around gold streamers, ribbons tangled in their hair. They all spoke in insanely high pitched voices like they inhaled helium for a living, but that must have been their shtick, right? It was kind of cute. I wasn’t expecting such a welcome in the shape of guy’s and girl’s looking like they had just stepped off of ABC Kids. The girl who handed me a flyer and yelled in my face about school spirit was practically hopping up and down, a bright grin splitting her lips apart.
I nodded and smiled politely, stuffing the flyer in my bag and heading into my room to finish moving my stuff in. When I looked out of my window a few hours later, the Sunbeam squad was still threaded through the crowd, each of them wrapped in glittering fairy lights illuminated in the late evening sunset glow. Sunbeam. Yeah, I got it, but it was still kinda overkill. They were starting to remind me of a cult.
That, however, didn’t stop me trying out. I’m fairly athletic, and they were exactly what I wanted. I’ve never had a group of people I could call friends.
Though it’s not like I could blame anyone but myself. I was a shut-in for most of high school. I either worked or preferred my own company in my room. One of my biggest regrets is pushing people away, friends I wanted to get even closer to. Because now they had built these lifelong friendships and relationships, and I was stuck at 18 years old with nobody but childhood friends I spoke to once a year when we sent mutual holiday greetings to each other. But college could change that.
At least, that’s what I hoped. I spoke to as many people as possible on my first day—and in my head I was making them. Slowly but surely I was actually making friends in my classes I wanted to hang out with.
Sunbeam were my attempt to go even further and join a club. Through word of mouth in my first few weeks of classes, I learned they were more of an extra-curricular group for fun.
They didn’t cheer competitively and had been formed in the mid-90’s by some kids who wanted to make a community out of positivity and school spirit. Sunbeam had a reputation for being Watson State student body’s beacons—and their team’s good luck charm. It was well known across campus that the squad was the reason behind the college’s fortune.
It had been like that since they formed 30 years ago, with members through the generations carrying out that pledge to spread as much pep as possible. While I say that they seemed nice judging from what I heard from others, they weren’t exactly the easiest clique to get into. Unless you were on the squad.
I saw them around campus between classes. They always moved as a group, the six of them with their arms wrapped around each other, brandishing the school colours. The guy’s in loose fitting varsity jackets, while the girl’s flaunted cheer skirts.
The way they acted was a little too close, like they were more than friends—and community and friendship had bled into something else. Like they had just walked out of an early 2000’s teen movie. Not that I was complaining. Their style was intriguing. They were like this untouchable group of god’s who had been placed on the highest pedestals. They ruled over campus, which made me want to get to know them even more. So, I tried out. Which was my first mistake of many in my freshman year.
It didn’t hit me that I was in way over my head until I was in the college gymnasium, standing in front of a four person panel like I was auditioning for a Hollywood movie. Sunbeam took their try-outs incredibly seriously. Which was weird considering they were known to be the complete opposite.
There were maybe fifty or so applicants, and we had to stand near the back wall and watch others try out one by one. Which was already setting off my anxiety. Weren’t they supposed to be closed try-outs? Initially, I was excited.
I had my routine in my head. What I had learned from watching the squad at my old school. High V, Low V, followed by a Touchdown, and then a backflip. I was confident. I mean, it ticked most cheer moves off, and even had a flip to complete the routine. My high school were a multi-sex quad, so I learned a lot from watching the guy’s moves during pep rallies.
I wasn’t really worried about the quality of the moves since they were known not to take everything too seriously. But watching the others try-out, impossible flips without crash mats and twisting their bodies in ways I didn’t know was possible, I quickly realised I was screwed. My competitors were acting like they were auditioning for an Olympic level team. My gut was dancing when I took centre stage.
The panel were made up of four members of the squad. Two boys and two girl’s, including the blonde who handed me the flyer on my first day. I was surprised when her eyes lit up with recognition.
"Oh, I know you!" She squeaked. Leaning forward, her smile seemed to brighten, illuminating her features. All four of them seemed to emanate a warm glow.
I felt myself relax slightly, the knot in my stomach loosening. Maybe their heightened positivity thing wasn’t a shtick, after all. The girl, as well as the other members of the team seemed genuinely happy to see me trying out. “What’s your name?” Her voice reverberated off of the walls, and I was suddenly aware of a dozen other students watching me.
“Alex.” I said, offering a shy wave. “Hey.”
Still grinning, she nudged a redhead next to her playfully. The guy was like no other I’d seen before. He was a god damn traffic light. He was easy to spot in a crowd and was usually one of the low-key members who kept his head down. All of those colours painting him, and yet somehow he wasn’t blinding people.
Though admittedly, he suited them; bright red hair clashing with the blue and gold of his football jersey, pasty skin and dark eyes drinking me in while the blonde girl pulled at his sleeve. “See, I told you annoying freshmen would work!”
In response, he chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Whatever you say, Evie.” The guy straightened up, leaning his chin on his fist, a curious spark in his eyes. “Alright.” Twisting around in his chair, he signalled for music. When it started, the beat slammed into me, rumbling under my feet. “Let’s see what you’ve got!”
I’m not going to describe my routine because I don’t have time to describe how fucking bad I was. In my head, I was doing okay. I was ready to finish with my back flip, but the music abruptly cut off and I found myself struggling to find my breath with my hands in the air, panting like an idiot. The blonde maintained her smile, but it was slightly strained. I could tell she was struggling to keep the façade of a Sunbeam member while also retaining critical thinking.
The redhead looked like he was in pain. He was first to speak, and I could tell by his sympathy smile I’d screwed up. The others who I hadn’t fully taken in until that moment, an asian American guy, and a girl with pigtails, were laughing like pre-schoolers. And they didn’t stop until the redhead shot them the warning eyes.
Weirdly enough, the crowd of onlookers didn’t join in. I expected the redhead to politely tell me I sucked, but instead he cocked his head, chewing on his pen. “You’re good.” He said. “You’re a good dancer, and I liked your moves…”
He trailed off. “But it’s positivity we’re looking for. And you didn’t smile once through your whole routine which made you look stiff. Like you weren’t even enjoying it.” He shrugged helplessly. “I like you, and I like your dancing. And I’m sure you could be better if you worked on it. There are countless dancing clubs here, so maybe you might be better fitted there.” After exchanging a look with the blonde, he sighed. “Unfortunately, you’re not the type of person we’re looking for.”
Evie nodded. “I agree. We pride ourselves on staying positive and smiling. I didn’t see that on you, Alex.”
“Same here.” Pigtails, still giggling, joined in. “I don’t think you’ve got enough school spirit.”
The other guy scoffed. He looked to be of Korean descent. Unlike the redhead, he was always at the centre of their group, always joking around and laughing. Just looking at him told me he was the leader. “Bullshit!” He slapped the table with one hand, running his hands through thick dark hair with the other. “I liked it. Fuck pep, amirite?” He threw his pen at the blonde, who retaliated in a squeak, lobbing hers at him. “Ignore these clowns. I think you’ve got what it takes. We just gotta work on you, y’know? All you’re missing is a cheesy grin.”
He pointed to himself, stretching his lips into the widest smile he could muster. “See? Like this.”
“Clowns?” Evie shook her head. “I didn’t see one smile. Sunbeam is all about smiling!”
“You make us sound like a cult.” The Korean-American caught my eye. “Which we’re not, by the way. These guys are just scared of change.”
“Okay, that’s too far.” Pigtails shot him a scowl. Are you seriously disrespecting the alumni who created us? Who birthed us?
“Well, yeah!” He threw his paper at her. “Sunbeam is a pep cult. We get high off of happiness. I thought we distinguished that.”
“Take that back!”
“Never! Why do you think I joined? To get high! Do you really think I joined for the cheering?”
They were joking around. I could tell by the smiles on their faces—a smile I knew I would never be able to mimic.
“Quiet.” The redhead shushed them. The guy had been sitting silently. Studying me. He leaned back, folding his arms.
“See, even now—even when I’m considering giving you a chance, there’s no hope in your eyes. Not even a glitter of excitement. You’re still not smiling and that’s what we want, Alex. We want people who will embody what Sunbeam is all about. Even if I give you a second chance to brighten up your routine your smile will be fake. And that’s not what we want. We want people who are willing to shed their humanity and become beacons.”
Beacons, huh?
And they were seriously saying they weren’t a cult?
The redhead stabbed at his sheet of paper with the end of his pen. “Can’t you just give us one smile? It won’t kill you.”
It was then when the others watching started to laugh—and I wanted to punch the asshole in the face.
“Dude, chill.” The Korean-American played with his pen, twirling it between two fingers. “He’s right, as much as I hate saying it. We do need smilers, unfortunately. But hey, you can try out next year! Just remember to smile, alright?” He threw something at me. A squashed candy bar.
Which made me look even more pathetic.
I found myself nodding, even when I knew it was all bullshit. Still though, what each member had told me hit me harder than it should have. They were just words, what could they do? It turned out, words were far more powerful than I realised—I just didn’t know it yet. I didn’t wait for the others to speak and made a quick getaway, my gut twisting and turning.
They were a cult. That is what I decided. These guys were a cult who needed members willing to throw away their souls. Probably for ritualistic sacrifice.
They needed weak people, I thought. Even when part of me knew they were right. I wasn't a smiler. Every photo I'm in, I'm either frowning or look constipated. Still though, I didn't dwell on the try-outs for too long. By the time a week had gone by, I had mostly forgotten about it and threw myself into my studies and college life.
Though something was wrong with me. It was as if the world had slowed down, had stopped making sense completely. Every day felt like a dream, and I myself felt like I was a ghost, like I was disassociating from my own body. Conversations with people felt fake. Like I was making them up.
I remember waking up day after day in a daze I couldn’t get myself out of. It was only several weeks later did the thick mind fog which had been blanketing my brain finally lift—only for me to hear the news that all six members of the Sunbeam squad had disappeared. I don’t know how I didn’t notice, how I didn’t see the police investigation, or hear rumours being spread around like wildfire.
According to the college, it wasn't technically considered a disappearance since the members were all over eighteen, no longer minors. However, an investigation was conducted, with a statement being released that they were due to be performing at Knoxville College, cheering on our football team. But they never turned up. And what made it worse, was their bus was found abandoned on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. Sounds bad, right?
Well, that's what we all thought. Vigils were already being held, and bodies weren't even found yet. Every time I walked back to my dorm after classes, the night would be lit up in warm golden light, candles flickering in the breeze. I'm not sure how many days had gone by-- they all seemed to blur into one-- when our college made another statement. The members of the Sunbeam squad were alive and healthy and had been sent to a training academy for professionals.
When the student body responded with confusion and scepticism, the college reassured us they were coming back once they were finished training. And while my classmates were relieved, I found myself confused. Sunbeam didn't cheer competitively. Their whole thing was that all they wanted to do was spread cheer and pep, regardless of how good they were. I had seen them perform, and they were good, sure. They were better than average. But definitely not good enough to be trained into pro’s. Their moves were too clumsy, too half assed—which I was convinced they thought overwhelming amounts of positivity could fix. So it didn’t make sense that they had been sent to some training academy. I kept up my scepticism until I saw them for myself.
The college were right. Sunbeam returned a week later like nothing had happened.
I did see a change in them. I think that was a universal opinion though. Sunbeam were well known for their pep and cheer, their constant smiling faces which drove me crazy—and it’s not like that stopped. They still smiled. They still walked around campus laughing together, in their own little world. That was when people were watching. When they had an audience. I caught them when they didn’t have an audience. Without eyes on them, they detached from each other, their eyes darkening, expressions twisting, like each of them could smell something rotten in the air. I started noticing they were getting progressively clumsier at keeping up that Sunbeam façade they must have pledged when they joined the group. I figured it was just tiredness. They must have been through some pretty intense training.
Anyway, months went by. I started to feel less distant, and the fog which had been choking me faded, thankfully. I started my junior year moving into a shared house with my roommate, and the only talk I’d heard about Sunbeam was that one of their ex members was rumoured to be pregnant. As for the rest of the squad, they were still popular, still talked about—but their disappearance had definitely made people wary of them. I even heard someone say they were considered bad luck. I guess people thought they had sold themselves out for a chance to get into the big leagues. And it wouldn’t surprise me.
Forced positivity can get you a long way, sure—but recognition can get you further.
It was just a few weeks ago when I was invited to a game. Our first of the season, thanks to delays due to cuts in the sports department. I’m not much of a sports fan, though I needed a distraction from the copious amounts of assignments I’d let pile on my desk.
When I sat down with a chilli dog and Coke, I wasn’t expecting to get so invested in a game where I had no idea what was happening. It was loud and obnoxious and I was choking on the stink of fried food, but it was fun. It was fun until Sunbeam walked out onto the side-lines. I glimpsed them in a blur of blue and gold, and a dull pain crawled across the back of my head. “You okay?” My housemate’s voice was barely distinguishable in my ears, when I found myself transfixed by the way they moved in erratic jumps, quickly taking position. They had gotten better. Everything which was Sunbeam had been stripped away. Their smiles were forced. Wrong.
I remembered they used to push and shove each other, making the crowd laugh. Now though, they were in almost perfect sync in the way they moved, no longer shakily, sometimes stumbling into each other. Their routine was longer than it usually was—and when the Korean-American guy perfected a triple flip, the crowd went crazy. I expected him to smile when he landed, grinning into the audience to generate what Sunbeam was made for. But his expression stayed stoic. Robotic. They were stiff. Heads up, backs straight, staring ahead of them. I was told when I tried out that fake smiles weren’t allowed, and yet that was all I was seeing. I was seeing egotistical grins and curled lips, quick glances between each member.
I expected looks of reassurances, and in jokes only they found funny. Instead, it looked like a mutual agreement.
They were planning something. From the looks on their faces, it wasn’t a firework show.
Sunbeam used to generate happiness. Their smiles, even under a façade, had always been real.
These guys emanated power. The way they stood. The guy’s at the front, readying what I guessed was a lift, and the girl’s on top of them.
Their routine ended with the music reaching a climax, and the two main girl’s being lifted into the air while performing High V’s.
But they didn’t stop there.
When the crowd exploded with applause, one of the girl’s slowly raised her arms and shot into the crowd with finger guns.
She shot twice—and with every time she pulled that imaginary trigger, her painted lips stretched into a maniacal grin.Until her gaze was on me. And then behind me. I could see it in her glittering eyes I could no longer call human. I met Evie at the start of my freshman year, and then at the disastrous try-outs.
I knew her wide smile, and the glint of passion twisting her expression—a love for the group and the members she couldn’t put into words. Right then I wasn’t seeing Evie, a Sunbeam cheerleader. I was seeing something else entirely, a being scanning faces in the crowd for a victim.
Her expression seemed to melt, from a gleeful grin, to something twisted and putrid, someone who craved the exact opposite of what Sunbeam preached. I watched her lips. I watched the words pop into existence, drowned into nothing by the crowds cheering. But I saw them in perfect clarity. “Drop.” She said, before pulling the imaginary trigger again.
No sooner had the words left her mouth before someone screamed behind me. I twisted around to see a guy had collapsed. He was pronounced dead five minutes later by his sobbing girlfriend who had attempted CPR. When I twisted back to look out onto the field, the Sunbeam Squad were gone. It didn’t make sense that they were the ones to cause the guy’s death—but it couldn’t have been a coincidence, right? Evie had shot into the crowd at the exact same time the guy had dropped dead. Finger guns weren’t a weapon of course, but the timing was too coincidental. I already knew there was something wrong with Sunbeam. And this just strengthened my claims.
Obviously, when I tried to tell people this, I was called crazy. Delusional. I reported it to the student information building and just got a blank stare.
The woman wasn’t even attempting to hear my story. She just heard “murder” and “Sunbeam” and her lips curved into an amused smirk. “You know, you are quite fascinating,” leaning back against her chair, the woman frowned at me through wonky glasses. "First you unexpectedly quit, and then you accuse them of murder. Which I can tell you is false.”
She flipped through a notebook in front of her. “According to the autopsy report released a few days ago, the young man died of a brain haemorrhage, not the result of being pretend shot at by a cheerleader miming finger-guns.” The woman cleared her throat.
“Tell me, what exactly do you have against the Sunbeam squad?"
“What?”
“You quit the squad at the end of your freshman year,” she said, “And now you’re trying to accuse them of murder? Fascinating.”
Her words struck me, a shiver sliding down my spine. The office was cosy, and when I sunk into the rich leather of the couch in front of a roaring fire I recognised the book on her desk. It was a dog eared copy of Harry Potter. I’d seen it before. But that was impossible. I had never been in her office. “Quit?” I shook my head. “No, I don’t…” I trailed off, stumbling over my words. “I’ve never been part of Sunbeam.”
“Were you not?” She shook her head, a crease forming between her brows. “Ah, I must be getting you mixed up with someone else.”
I nodded. “Just… can you just listen to me? That Evie girl was fucking—”
She cut me off. “Language.”
“Sorry. Evie. She was… I don’t know what she was doing... she was doing like... like magic?”
“Are you sure you didn’t dream it?”
“Yes!"
“Mmm hmm.” The woman cleared her throat, dismissing my protests. “I’m not a doctor, but If you’re experiencing memory loss and confusion, I suggest you go to the hospital. As for your ludicrous claims, you should keep them to yourself. That poor young man died due to a brain haemorrhage. Terrible and tragic, yes. But it was accidental, and not the work of… I’m sorry, what were you claiming it to be?”
“Magic.” I said, again.
When she raised her brow, I couldn’t resist a groan. “I saw her! She shot into the crowd and mouthed something!”
“She… mouthed something?”
“Yes! But—"
Again, her words sliced into mine. “Okay, let’s say you were right,” she said. “If you are saying this girl shot into the crowd with her imaginary gun, wouldn’t it be a gun shot which would have killed him? You said it yourself—, it was some kind of witchy magic to kill him. So, where was the bullet wound?” When I tried to speak, she raised her arm to shut me up.
“Exactly. There was none. Because the man suffered a haemorrhagic stroke, and nothing could be done to save him. Your claims a group of young people carried this out as a murder is not only blatant defamation, but also disrespectful to the young man and his family. Now, please leave my office. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” The woman nodded for me to stand up. “I think you have been watching too much TV. Might I suggest focusing on your studies?”
I left her office, slamming the door.
My housemate wasn’t helpful when I told him. He told me I was maybe a little too obsessed with Sunbeam. He headed to work, and I ended up in the lounge trying to focus on an episode of Criminal Minds. But I couldn’t stop thinking about Evie.
I saw what she said.
Drop.
But it wasn’t the force of her imaginary finger-guns ricocheting back. It was the word. Drop.
It had been alive on her lips like it was a sentient thing bleeding into existence. I managed to fall asleep, twisted like a pretzel in my housemate’s favourite chair, when three loud knocks on the door tore me from slumber. I was on my feet, blinking, disoriented. It was rare when we got a visitor. Stumbling over to the door, I had a moment of hesitation. I imagined Evie on the other side.
I imagined her raising her arm and shooting her pretend finger-guns directly into my head.
When I opened the door, I was surprised to see three little kids. The youngest must have been maybe nine years old. To my surprise, they were dressed in Halloween costumes. There was a little witch, a ghost, and a scarecrow all carrying pumpkin shaped holders It took me a moment to realise I was staring at a group of Trick or Treaters. It wasn’t even mid-October yet.
“Hey there,” I said, “Uh, you guys are a little early.”
The little girl’s eyes were wide and unblinking. “We want candy.” She held out her candy holder. “Now.”
I decided to be firm with them. “It’s not Halloween.” I said, taking a small step back. I was grasping the handle, ready to slam it in their faces. These little shits were freaking me out. Not just their tone, but their expressions were vacant. There were no lights on and that terrified me. “Sorry kids, I don’t have any candy. But like I said, come back when it’s actually Halloween, and I’ll have candy bars for all of you. "
What I wasn’t expecting was for the Scarecrow to pull a knife out of his pumpkin shaped candy holder. He didn’t hold it like a kid should, clumsily, confused. There was a strategic way the way his fingers were wrapped around the handle—like he’d brandished one before. The kid held the knife up to his own neck and made a slicing motion. Like the little girl, his eyes were blank. Unblinking. There was something wrong in the way he was standing. Stiff, like a puppet on strings. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He squeaked out a laugh. I didn’t see him lunge forward, I was already moving back, stumbling, losing my footing.
The kid moved with impossible speed—and before I knew what was happening, the hilt of the knife was buried in my lower leg. I didn’t even feel pain. My body was being driven by adrenaline, pushing me to get away from him. I remember falling back. I remember my own trembling hands grasping hold of the handle and pulling out the knife. Red was pooling down my jeans and onto our hardwood floor. The little kids turned around and ran back down the steps into the night, and I watched them in a sort of daze.
They didn’t move like normal.
They stalked down the sidewalk like video game characters. The witch shoved a passing old man before pulling out a gun and pointing it at his head. But she didn’t shoot. The three of them ran off—and it was only when I was watching the top of the girl’s witch hat disappear into the night, when I glimpsed something—or someone—at the corner of my eye.
Before I heard laughter. The tree in front of me moved. At first I thought they were shadow’s. Before the shadows bled into figures. Four of them. I glimpsed the school colours. Blue and Gold. I saw twin ponytails, velvet and blonde-- as well as the tell-tale Sunbeam varsity jacket. The group were laughing, whispering to each other. Not exactly doing a good job of hiding. When they slipped from their hiding place, I recognised Evie. Her fingers gingerly on her nose while intense red pooled down her chin.
The others were the same, swiping at their faces with jacket sleeves. They didn’t seem fazed. The redhead’s gaze was latched onto the retreating children, his lips curling. I could sense he was still tethered to them. He was still commanding them to act out grand theft auto. They had caused the man’s death at the game and had controlled those children.
I wasn’t crazy or delusional. Evie had killed someone by simply shooting imaginary finger guns, and somehow the others were able to bleed into children’s heads, taking them over.
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I heaved out a breath. The pain was starting to hit in waves I had to grit through. I couldn’t move. I was stuck, curled up on my floor. While they laughed.
I was halfway through stabbing 911 into my phone when one of them came over. It was the Korean-American. The one who had been the nicest to me out of all of them. The real smile I remembered was gone, replaced by something inhuman. Something I didn’t want to question.
With his hands stuffed in his varsity jacket pockets, he approached me with mocking eyes, almost an attempt at trying to mimic his old self.
The guy knelt in front of me with a chuckle. “Kids these days, right? They’re animals.”
His voice, no, his words, were hurting me. I felt each one penetrate me like gunshots.
My wound wasn’t bad. That’s what I estimated, anyway. I don’t think the kid had hit anything vital. But I needed the emergency room. I still had one hand grasping at my side, drenched in red.
I managed a hiss, grasping for my phone when he pulled it out of my grasp and waved it in the air. “Fuck off. What did you do to those little kids?” I gritted out, trying to reach for my damn phone. I was starting to feel the pain in my side and it hurt like a mother fucker—dizzying bolts of electricity which felt like waves of boiling hot water slamming into me one by one. I tried to get onto my knees, but he pushed me back down again. The guy cocked his head to the side, confusion creasing his expression.
“Ouch. That must hurt.”
"What did you... what did you do?" I hissed out.
His presence was hurting me. Every time he opened his mouth, it was agony. Somehow, it was worse than the stab-wound. This kind of pain was no other I’d felt before. The type I’d rather die than feel. A cry was clawing at my throat, fight or flight taking over. Again, I tried to move, I tried to get away from him. But he was holding down my arms and prodding at my side before sticking his finger in the cut and twisting. "I didn't do anything, Alex.”
His voice barely hit me when my vision blurred and I screamed. Like a fucking animal, I screamed. But not because his fingers were digging around in my insides.
Because my brain was suddenly boiling, a metal rod piercing my skull and stirring it into a soupy mess. His voice was inside me. It was bleeding into me, taking over me. But not just his voice. The world blurred around me and I was no longer in my doorway, bleeding out against the wall.
Instead, I was moving. I was… I was walking. No, I was being dragged. Except these weren’t my memories. This wasn’t my mind. I could see bare feet beneath me delicately slapping on white tiles. When I looked up, I saw an expanse of white like I was being led straight into the clouds. This was a building. There were glass doors and electronic panels, people in black guarding each one. It took a while for me to gain my senses—or him to gain his.
We could smell something like chlorine and taste rusty coins at the back of our throat. Feel the ice cold tiles against our bare toes. A strange feeling at the back of our head. We kept wanting to run our fingers through our hair, but every time we did, our fingers only touched bare skin. Scuffed and rigged skin. Tight fingers were wrapped around our arm, dragging us further and further into a white oblivion. Until a glass door seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
From now on, I am going to describe his memories very vaguely. I’m just going to tell you what I saw.
The room we walked into reminded me of a classroom—but there were no desks. In front of me were the other members of Sunbeam pressed against the back wall. They faced forwards, their gazes penetrating nothing. But I saw they were trembling. Terrified. The squad were dressed in pale white shorts and t-shirt, ugly red spattering the front. There were still traces of blue and glitter on their faces, ribbons hanging from bedraggled curls.
Their feet were bare and filthy like ours. When we were shoved forwards, we took our place next to Evie who had half of her hair shaved off. Her arms were folded across her cheer uniform, her bare feet tapping a beat against the floor. When a woman with dark red hair held in a strict ponytail entered and asked if either of us wanted to show her what we had learned, Evie eagerly raised her hand. “Okay, Evie.” The woman’s voice was too sweet. Sickly sweet. She gestured for the girl forward. “Show us what you’ve got.”
The door opened, and a man stepped through. His hands were tied in front of him, his eyes blank.
Evie nodded, her eyes set in determination. She cleared her throat. “Shatter.”
Nothing happened.
“Intent, Evie.” The woman said. “It doesn’t matter how you say the word unless you use proper intent. Try again.”
The girl did, growling in frustration.
"Shatter.”
The man’s head flew from his torso suddenly in a river of red, and the girl squeaked in excitement.
While we watched in horror, the rest of the squad gave in to their own despair.
Different days bled into one—and we watched faces change. Heads were shaved. Hair grew back. Fear turned to joy.
A blonde girl exploded into bloody chunks, splattering against the walls.
“Yes!” The redhead high-fived pigtails, the two of them locked into some bizarre handshake. “That’s what I’m TALKING about!”
“Bang!” One of the girls used finger guns, and with each “shot” innocents dropped against the wall one by one, their heads blown through.
She jumped up and down in glee. “Bang, bang, bang!”
“Keep going,” the voice of the woman crackled through the speaker. “You’ve almost got it.”
“Divide.” Pigtails used her pointer finger at an old man who was skewed by an invisible force sending bloody chunks of him to the floor.
"Show off.” The redhead said in a sing-song voice. He was slumped against the back wall using his jersey to wipe blood from his face while the others painted the room scarlet. With simple words of intent and a hand gesture, they were able to take people apart piece by piece.
Pigtails snorted when another “test subject” was brought in. "Oh, you think you can do better?”
“Think I can? I know I can.”
This time he plunged two fingers into his temples. He was centre stage, the others against the back wall with their arms folded.
“Rip it out.”
The test subject’s eyes widened, her trembling hands clawing at her own head, fingernails digging into flesh. “Rip…rip it out?”
His lip curved. “That’s what I said.”
We didn’t see the test subject rip her own brain from her skull. We were already burying our head into our knees and screeching into the floor. Another flash. Like watching a movie.
This time we’re cutting into our wrist with shards of glass. Pulling back fleshy flaps of our flesh, there are two wires entangled with muscle and bone. One red and one blue. “Why won’t you submit?” A sharp growl, and I can feel our body pressed against metal. Our arms are restrained. “Out of all of them, you refuse it.” A hand slaps our face. “You don’t want it!”
He started to laugh.
“You don’t want… control?”
He leaned his face closer. “Tell me to mutilate myself. Tell me to… to tear out my brain stem! That’s the beauty of it! No matter how impossible the order is, it will be completed! Control, my boy. Use it. Do you even understand how much you are going to shape the world? Words! Do you know how powerful they are? When said from the right mouth, with the right intent, they can cause bloodshed, pain and misery-- a despair drowning our already shattered earth. And you will be the centre of it. You will bring this world to its knees, Jason."
"Now, do it. We call it cutting, but you will find familiarity in referring to it as erasure. You can make up your own words if you would like. What matters is the intent.” I feel something slicing into our arm. It’s nothing medical. It’s torture. He plunges something sharp into the same spot and twists the blade until we throw our head back and scream at the ceiling.
“You’re the last one.” The man hissed. “Do it.”
“No.” I heard his—our—voice. “I… I can’t!”
“Do it!”
He’s dragging us again, forcing us down a long winding corridor until we reach another door.
"Drown." The boy - - Jason's-- voice was suddenly in my head. I could sense it was trying to hold back, attempting to peel back whatever power his own words had. But the word came again and again until it was suffocating his mouth. “Drown. Drown. Drown. Drown.” We were standing in the doorway of a smaller room. In the corner there was a figure curled up with their head pressed against the wall.
It was a guy.
I recognised our school colours, a bloodied varsity jacket over shorts and t-shirt. When he lifted his head and twisted to face the boy whose mind I was in, I noticed he had an uncanny resemblance to me. His eyes wide, frightened. They were my mother's.
This guy looked exactly like me.
No, it WAS me.
My eyes were shadowed and haunted.
Like I had been drained of everything I was.
As quickly as the memories came crashing into me, they were yanked away when the guy must have pulled back.
I blinked rapidly, and Jason looked as confused as me. Slowly, he pulled his finger from my cut. The man's voice was in my skull, and it was agonising. I felt the command in my head, my body instantly reacting to... to nothing. I had my hands out, ready to do.... do something.
"That was… just a trick,” He said. “Yeah! Just a trick!”
I found myself nodding, echoing his words. Something warm ran from my nose.
"Just... a trick..." I whispered, the words forced from my lips.
Blood spattered down my chin.
“Louder.” He said.
"JUST A TRICK!" I yelled, the force of the wail sending me my knees, panting. The guy was frowning, seemingly unsure what to do with me.
He wrapped up my wound and told me it wasn’t bad—and it wasn’t. I watched in disbelief as my skin stitched itself back together.
"Go into your kitchen." Jason said, and I felt the power of his words ripping through me like bullets. My body moved on its own, and I got to my feet and stepped into my kitchen. He followed me, grabbing a scarf off of the table.
"Get on your knees." I did, dropping to my knees, my breath in my throat, my mouth sealed shut. I could sense the others in the doorway as he wrapped the scarf around my eyes, the heel of his shoe slamming into my neck forcing me onto my stomach.
"I want you to wait for me to kill you."
His words pierced into me. I did. Even when I knew he was gone, the door slamming shut-- I waited. I waited until the next morning, until I regained control over my own body and pulled the scarf from my eyes. I'm still waiting, my brain in constant panic, twisting around when I'm alone, looking into every corner.
I was roped into going to Friday's game against Harrington. During Sunbeam’s routine, they did it again. They had the crowd's attention, and Evie was mouthing something. I felt her words, sharp like needles cutting into me. But they didn't penetrate. They have done something to the student body. Ever since, I’ve been catching looks around me. Those whose heads they have crawled into. Mindless eyes. Every so often an arm will touch mine, fingers will wrap around my neck. I can hear their feet pitter pattering after me. Those little kids from that night. I keep seeing the little witch girl in the corner of my eye. They’re creating an army who are coming for me once he decides to kill me.
If only I knew what happened to the Sunbeam squad. Maybe I can help them somehow.
But something tells me they’re way past help.
And so am I.
I wonder if one day, I might be allowed a glimpse of my memories. What really happened to me during my freshman year.
And why, ever since going into his mind, I dream of a white room.

We've been renovating our houses and have done a bit of tiling. We had no problems getting grout haze off of our porcelain floor tiles but we did a backsplash in the bathroom with ceramic tile and I am losing my mind and am worried time is running out as it's already been a few days with no luck.
I have tried a vinegar solution, Dawn dish soap and warm water, just warm water. I have used cloths, scrub pads and brushes. Last night we went out an bought the TileLab Grout Haze Remover and after nearly 45 minutes of trying, I think it's actually worse!
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Hi all, hope it's okay to post this here: we've been renovating our houses and have done a bit of tiling. We had no problems getting grout haze off of our porcelain floor tiles but we did a backsplash in the bathroom with ceramic tile and I am losing my mind and am worried time is running out as it's already been a few days with no luck.
I have tried a vinegar solution, Dawn dish soap and warm water, just warm water. I have used cloths, scrub pads and brushes. Last night we went out an bought the TileLab Grout Haze Remover and after nearly 45 minutes of trying, I think it's actually worse!
Any advice appreciated!

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Video: Mirror - Shrek
This is part of a series exploring the hidden motives and actions of the main players during Robert's Rebellion, named LBJ in reference to the influence of Lyndon B. Johnson and the Vietnam War on GRRM's views and writings on war. LBJ also indicates considerations over whether Lyanna + Bobby B = Jon Snow. Previous installments include:

• Rhaegar Had To Be A Warrior
• Why Did Rhaegar Crown Lyanna?
  • Ice, Ice Baby?
  • Political Suicide?
  • Was She 'A Very Kinky Girl'?
• The Forging of Lightbringer: Blue Flowers & Narrow Visors
• Rhaegar Mistakenly Crowned Lyanna
• I am not fond of fish, but when fish is served, I eat it.
• All is fair in love and war...
• Kingsguard Loyalty
• Southron Ambitions & Lies
• The Return of the Prince: Éowyn at the Trident

In the last part, we combed through evidence that Lyanna fought disguised as Rhaegar at the Trident. We'll now examine why Cersei's torture of the Blue Bard indicates that Rhaegar was tortured by Robert, for the crime of crowning his beloved Lyanna with winter roses in front of half the realm.

"It saddens me to see Your Grace so careworn. I say, run off and play and leave the King's Hand to hear these tiresome petitions. We could dress as serving girls and spend the day amongst the smallfolk, to hear what they are saying of the fall of Dragonstone. I know the inn where the Blue Bard plays when he is not singing attendance on the little queen, and a certain cellar where a conjurer turns lead into gold, water into wine, and girls into boys. Perhaps he would work his spells on the two of us. Would it amuse Your Grace to be a man one night?"

- A Feast for Crows Cersei VIII

Mirror on the Wall: King Robert vs. Queen Cersei

Robert is practiced at shutting his eyes to things he’d rather not see, like when he can’t admit he’s too fat for his armor (like Cersei assumes washerwomen shrunk her gowns) or when he pretends wine made him hurt his queen (which Cersei reenacts on Taena, but is frustrated when that Myrish slut enjoys it). Robert fills his court with corrupt lickspittles and admits on his deathbed that he was a bad king when previously he expected Ned to say otherwise. Likewise, Cersei assumes she’s a political mastermind, basically Tywin with teats. In answer to Robert grooming Barra's barely pubescent mother, Cersei grooms and psychologically scars young Lancel (and Tyrek too for all we know). Robert incestuously cheats with his Estermont cousin early in his reign, so Cersei rekindles incest with her brother Jaime. Cersei has bastards killed who could threaten her own children's claims, and Robert tries to have Dany and her unborn child killed to protect the throne from dragonspawn. Robert pretends to care about his baseborn children, and people doubt Cersei loves anyone as more than an extension of herself (although Varys disagrees). Robert does seem to realize he doesn’t love his heirs, which raises the question of whether or not he knew they were bastards.

To her credit, Cersei did not look away. “He saw us. You love your children, do you not?”
Robert had asked him the very same question, the morning of the melee. He gave her the same answer. “With all my heart.”
“No less do I love mine.”

- A Game of Thrones Eddard XII
King Robert and Queen Cersei are an exercise in avoiding hypocritical analysis; any fault decried in one is reflected in the other in a role-appropriate way. Both lie to themselves and others, drink in excess, have cruel tempers, are physically and sexually abusive, and are terrible parents and rulers. Martin has clearly written Robert and Cersei to mirror one another, and if we saw Robert’s inner monologue, surely it would reveal that he’s just as arrogant and delusional as his wife.
It’s often claimed Robert was unaware of the illegitimacy of his heirs, as he would have gone berserk had he known. If one believes Robert would have executed Cersei for cuckolding him, then it must also be true that Rhaegar incurred Robert’s hatred when he crowned Lyanna with sexually suggestive winter roses in front of half the realm. In fact, we know he did:

As for Robert Baratheon himself, some say he laughed at the prince’s gesture, claiming that Rhaegar had done no more than pay Lyanna her due…but those who knew him better say the young lord brooded on the insult, and that his heart hardened toward the Prince of Dragonstone from that day forth.

- The Fall of the Dragons: The Year of the False Spring The World of Ice and Fire
Given his family history of Targaryen betrayal, when the Laughing Storm rebelled against the Iron Throne over a broken betrothal, as well as his possessiveness of Lyanna, Robert would seek vengeance over Rhaegar's actions at Harrenhal. So when Robert talks about Rhaegar raping Lyanna, it’s easy to imagine that he’s reinforcing a lie to himself. Similar to how he projects Lyanna onto Cersei on their wedding night, Robert is capable of projecting his own actions onto Rhaegar. Robert is the person who actually had sex with Lyanna… but only once.

The king touched her cheek, his fingers brushing across the rough stone as gently as if it were living flesh. “I vowed to kill Rhaegar for what he did to her.”
“You did,” Ned reminded him.
“Only once,” Robert said bitterly.

- A Game of Thrones Eddard I
This subtext is mirrored by Jon Connington's implied love for Rhaegar. Connington laments that Rhaegar ass-ended his tower only once, then indicates that all the girls cried when Rhaegar played his harp, implying that Lyanna crying over Rhaegar's music was nothing special.

Yet when they parted, Jon Connington did not go to the sept. Instead his steps led him up to the roof of the east tower, the tallest at Griffin's Roost. As he climbed he remembered past ascents—a hundred with his lord father, who liked to stand and look out over woods and crags and sea and know that all he saw belonged to House Connington, and one (only one!) with Rhaegar Targaryen. Prince Rhaegar was returning from Dorne, and he and his escort had lingered here a fortnight. He was so young then, and I was younger. Boys, the both of us. At the welcoming feast, the prince had taken up his silver-stringed harp and played for them. A song of love and doom, Jon Connington recalled, and every woman in the hall was weeping when he put down the harp. Not the men, of course. Particularly not his own father, whose only love was land. Lord Armond Connington spent the entire evening trying to win the prince to his side in his dispute with Lord Morrigen.

- A Dance with Dragons The Griffon Reborn
Robert's false accusation of rape mirrors Lord Mathis Rowan's daughter's lie which landed Dareon, a singer and harpist, on the Wall; if Arya had this information, maybe she wouldn't have murdered him for desertion.

It made her angry to see Dareon sitting there so brazen, making eyes at Lanna as his fingers danced across the harp strings.

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He is a man of the Night's Watch, she thought, as he sang about some stupid lady throwing herself off some stupid tower because her stupid prince was dead. The lady should go kill the ones who killed her prince. And the singer should be on the Wall.

- A Feast for Crows Cat of the Canals
So when one considers that our favorite evil queen had an innocent singer imprisoned and tortured on trumped up charges, it then should not come as a shock that the fan-favorite warrior king would do something similar.

The Blue Bard Mirror

Cersei has the Blue Bard arrested and tortured in the dungeons, framing him for seducing Margaery. Afraid of Maggy the Frog's prophecies and thus jealous of Margaery, Cersei imprisons the young queen's favorite musician, accusing him of bedding her. She enlists Qyburn to torture a false confession from the Blue Bard and lies to herself about its veracity. The main beats of Cersei's motives and actions here 'rhyme' with what actually happened to Rhaegar: jealous over the prophecy-minded, musical prince's use of pale blue roses at Harrenhal, which according to Bael the Bard's song indicates a desire to bed and father a child on a Stark maiden, Robert imprisoned and tortured Rhaegar, also having Lyanna imprisoned in the tower of joy with Dorne's help, raped her, and lied about Rhaegar's guilt.
What follows is an examination of the Blue Bard torture scene from A Feast for Crows, Cersei IX.
Like Bael the Bard, the Blue Bard is linked to pale blue roses, signaling that his story is relevant to mysteries surrounding Lyanna.

“Not kind,” said Cersei, “merely truthful. Taena tells me that you are called the Blue Bard.”
“I am, Your Grace.” The singer’s boots were supple blue calfskin, his breeches fine blue wool. The tunic he wore was pale blue silk slashed with shiny blue satin. He had even gone so far as to dye his hair blue, in the Tyroshi fashion. Long and curly, it fell to his shoulders and smelled as if it had been washed in rosewater. From blue roses, no doubt. At least his teeth are white. They were good teeth, not the least bit crooked.
“You have no other name?”

His eyes are like Robert's eyes, beckoning readers to 'see':

A hint of pink suffused his cheeks. “As a boy, I was called Wat. A fine name for a plowboy, less fitting for a singer.”
The Blue Bard’s eyes were the same color as Robert’s. For that alone, she hated him. “It is easy to see why you are Lady Margaery’s favorite.”
“Her Grace is kind. She says I give her pleasure.”
“Oh, I’m certain of it. Might I see your lute?”
“If it please Your Grace.” Beneath the courtesy, there was a faint hint of unease, but he handed her the lute all the same. One does not refuse the queen’s request.
Cersei plucked a string and smiled at the sound. “Sweet and sad as love. Tell me, Wat . . . the first time you took Margaery to bed, was that before she wed my son, or after?”
For a moment he did not seem to understand. When he did, his eyes grew large. “Your Grace has been misinformed. I swear to you, I never—”

vs.

For a moment Robert did not seem to understand what Ned was saying. Defiance was not a dish he tasted often. Slowly his face changed as comprehension came. His eyes narrowed and a flush crept up his neck past the velvet collar. He pointed an angry finger at Ned. "You are the King's Hand, Lord Stark. You will do as I command you, or I'll find me a Hand who will."

- A Game of Thrones Eddard VIII
Not only do these passages share certain words and syntax, but they also reinforce both Cersei and Robert's rash, retaliatory natures. Both expect to be obeyed.
Cersei's violence towards the singer even evokes Robert smashing the rubies off Rhaegar's armor at the Trident.

“Liar!” Cersei smashed the lute across the singer’s face so hard the painted wood exploded into shards and splinters. “Lord Orton, summon my guards and take this creature to the dungeons.”
Orton Merryweather’s face was damp with fear. “This . . . oh, infamy . . . he dared seduce the queen?”
“I fear it was the other way around, but he is a traitor all the same. Let him sing for Lord Qyburn.”
The Blue Bard went white. “No.” Blood dripped from his lip where the lute had torn it. “I never . . .” When Merryweather seized him by the arm, he screamed, “Mother have mercy, no.”
“I am not your mother,” Cersei told him.

Cersei retorts that she's not the Blue Bard's mother, before having Wat tortured out of jealousy of her step-daughter Margaery, who she thinks is the younger queen from Maggy's prophecy. This is clearly meant to reflect the story of Snow White, in which her vain and wicked step-mother is told by a magic mirror that the princess is more beautiful, leading her to send a huntsman to kill her. He takes Snow White into the deep of the wood but lets her flee, presenting a boar's heart to the evil queen instead. Similarly, Robert is a huntsman who is killed by a boar, with the aid of strongwine supplied by Cersei.

Dorcas put a silver looking glass into her hand. Very good, the queen thought, smiling at her reflection.

- A Feast for Crows Cersei V
I've previously argued that the queen of love and beauty's laurel at Harrenhal was actually formed from white roses and mistaken as pale blue like frost in shadow. "The Blue Bard went white" is just one of many pieces of text that foreshadows this reveal. Azor Ahai forges Lightbringer, so it makes sense that solutions to major mysteries would involve light phenomena.

Even in the black cells, all they got from him were denials, prayers, and pleas for mercy. Before long, blood was streaming down his chin from all his broken teeth, and he wet his dark blue breeches three times over, yet still the man persisted in his lies. “Is it possible we have the wrong singer?” Cersei asked.
“All things are possible, Your Grace. Have no fear. The man will confess before the night is done.” Down here in the dungeons, Qyburn wore roughspun wool and a blacksmith’s leather apron. To the Blue Bard he said, “I am sorry if the guards were rough with you. Their courtesies are sadly lacking.” His voice was kind, solicitous. “All we want from you is the truth.”
“I’ve told you the truth,” the singer sobbed. Iron shackles held him hard against the cold stone wall.
“We know better.” Qyburn had a razor in his hand, its edge gleaming faintly in the torchlight. He cut away the Blue Bard’s clothing, until the man was naked but for his high blue boots. The hair between his legs was brown, Cersei was amused to see. “Tell us how you pleasured the little queen,” she commanded.

vs.

There was a faint blue shimmer to the thing, a ghost-light that played around its edges, and somehow Will knew it was sharper than any razor.

- A Game of Thrones Prologue
Qyburn slices off the Blue Bard's nipple and the wet red eye weeps blood... Margaery may favor his music, but it's obvious they did not have a sexual relationship. Lyanna also was moved to tears by Rhaegar's music, but that doesn't mean she desired him. This series is called A Song of Ice & Fire, so it's appropriate to hide major clues to its most important mysteries in a singer's tale.

“I never . . . I sang, was all, I sang and played. Her ladies will tell you. They were always with us. Her cousins.”
“How many of them did you have carnal knowledge of?”
“None of them. I’m just a singer. Please.”
Qyburn said, “Your Grace, mayhaps this poor man only played for Margaery whilst she entertained other lovers.”
Lord Qyburn ran a hand up the Blue Bard’s chest. “Does she take your nipples in her mouth during your love play?” He took one between his thumb and forefinger, and twisted. “Some men enjoy that. Their nipples are as sensitive as a woman’s.” The razor flashed, the singer shrieked. On his chest a wet red eye wept blood. Cersei felt ill. Part of her wanted to close her eyes, to turn away, to make it stop. But she was the queen and this was treason. Lord Tywin would not have turned away.

vs.

The dragon prince sang a song so sad it made the wolf maid sniffle, but when her pup brother teased her for crying she poured wine over his head.

- A Storm of Swords Bran II
Like Cersei mentally distorts reality to believe Margaery seduced the Blue Bard, it's easy to imagine Robert convincing himself that Lyanna tempted Rhaegar, to try to make sense of the insult at Harrenhal:

In the end the Blue Bard told them his whole life, back to his first name day. His father had been a chandler and Wat was raised to that trade, but as a boy he found he had more skill at making lutes than barrels. When he was twelve he ran off to join a troupe of musicians he had heard performing at a fair. He had wandered half the Reach before coming to King’s Landing in hopes of finding favor at court.
“Favor?” Qyburn chuckled. “Is that what women call it now? I fear you found too much of it, my friend . . . and from the wrong queen. The true one stands before you.”
Yes. Cersei Robert blamed Margaery Tyrell Lyanna for this. If not for her, Wat Rhaegar might have lived a long and fruitful life, singing his little songs and bedding pig girls princesses and crofter’s lord’s daughters. Her scheming forced this on me. She has soiled me with her treachery.

Cersei urges the Blue Bard to recant certain accusations, reinforcing the fact that people of means have privileges, a theme of King Robert's reign:

"Not true, Your Grace," protested a wispy young man who must have been Caswell. "What is mine is yours."
"Whenever someone said that to my brother Robert, he took them at their word," Renly said.
"Do you have daughters?"
"Yes, Your Grace. Two."
"Then thank the gods that I am not Robert. My sweet queen is all the woman I desire." Renly held out his hand to help Margaery to her feet. "We'll talk again when you've had a chance to refresh yourself, Lady Catelyn."

- A Clash of Kings Catelyn II
vs.

By dawn the singer’s high blue boots were full of blood, and he had told them how Margaery would fondle herself as she watched her cousins pleasuring him with their mouths. At other times he would sing for her whilst she sated her lusts with other lovers. “Who were they?” the queen demanded, and the wretched Wat named Ser Tallad the Tall, Lambert Turnberry, Jalabhar Xho, the Redwyne twins, Osney Kettleblack, Hugh Clifton, and the Knight of Flowers.
That displeased her. She dare not besmirch the name of the hero of Dragonstone. Besides, no one who knew Ser Loras would ever believe it. The Redwynes could not be a part of it either. Without the Arbor and its fleet, the realm could never hope to rid itself of this Euron Crow’s Eye and his accursed ironmen. “All you are doing is spitting up the names of men you saw about her chambers. We want the truth!”
“The truth.” Wat looked at her with the one blue eye that Qyburn had left him. Blood bubbled through the holes where his front teeth had been. “I might have . . . misremembered.”
“Horas and Hobber had no part of this, did they?”
“No,” he admitted. “Not them.”
“As for Ser Loras, I am certain Margaery took pains to hide what she was doing from her brother.”
“She did. I remember now. Once I had to hide under the bed when Ser Loras came to see her. He must never know, she said.”

The previous line draws attention to a gaping hole in the Rhaegar red herring: Rhaegar believed his children by Elia were heads of the dragon, his son Aegon the prince that was promised, and yet he allegedly left three Kingsguard with Lyanna while leaving none to protect his other children. He also failed to explain their disappearance, when doing so would have gone a long way towards keeping his and Lyanna's families alive.

“I am not lying. Ser Amory dragged Princess Rhaenys out from under her father’s bed and stabbed her to death. He had some men-at-arms with him, but I do not know their names.” He leaned forward. “It was Ser Gregor Clegane who smashed Prince Aegon’s head against a wall and raped your sister Elia with his blood and brains still on his hands.”

- A Storm of Swords Tyrion IX
Wat is kept in the black cells and given milk of the poppy for his pain. He is told by Cersei that he can take the black if he lies sufficiently, so he continues to lie when the Faith gets ahold of and also tortures him. Ned was likewise kept in the black cells, feverish from his broken leg but denied milk of the poppy, then was given a similar deal, the black in exchange for lying and dishonoring himself, before being beheaded on the steps of the Sept of Baelor.

“I prefer this song to the other.” Leave the great lords out of it, that was for the best. The others, though . . . Ser Tallad had been a hedge knight, Jalabhar Xho was an exile and a beggar, Clifton was the only one of the little queen’s guardsman. And Osney is the plum that makes the pudding. “I know you feel better for having told the truth. You will want to remember that when Margaery comes to trial. If you were to start lying again . . .”
“I won’t. I’ll tell it true. And after . . .”
“. . . you will be allowed to take the black. You have my word on that.” Cersei turned to Qyburn. “See that his wounds are cleaned and dressed, and give him milk of the poppy for the pain.”
“Your Grace is good.” Qyburn dropped the bloody razor into a pail of vinegar. “Margaery may wonder where her bard has gone.”
“Singers come and go, they are infamous for it.”
The climb up the dark stone steps from the black cells left Cersei feeling breathless. I must rest. Getting to the truth was wearisome work, and she dreaded what must follow. I must be strong. What I must do I do for Tommen and the realm. It was a pity that Maggy the Frog was dead. Piss on your prophecy, old woman. The little queen may be younger than I, but she has never been more beautiful, and soon she will be dead.

Ahem...

It rained all through that night, and come morning Ned, Lem, and Watty the Miller awoke with chills. Watty could not keep his breakfast down, and young Ned was feverish and shivering by turns, with skin clammy to the touch.

- A Storm of Swords Arya VIII
Of interest, the only time our author's name appears in the canon is applied to Lord Confessor George Graceford, a notorious torturer during the reign of Aegon III who had a knack for extracting false confessions. Because of this, and in light of mirrored text during Qyburn's torture of the Blue Bard, surely this scene is of utmost importance in unravelling hidden truths.
Like Cersei with the Blue Bard, Robert may have wanted to witness the torture of Rhaegar. Previously, we saw indications that Rhaegar and/or his companions were held in Ghaston Grey, the Alcatraz-style island prison in the Sea of Dorne. Yet it's also possible Rhaegar was held for a time on the mainland, perhaps at Summerhall or even Storm's End, where Robert lingered while trying to consolidate his military power:

The king's voice was thick with anger. "My brother had a gift for inspiring loyalty. Even in his foes. At Summerhall he won three battles in a single day, and brought Lords Grandison and Cafferen back to Storm's End as prisoners. He hung their banners in the hall as trophies. Cafferen's white fawns were spotted with blood and Grandison's sleeping lion was torn near in two. Yet they would sit beneath those banners of a night, drinking and feasting with Robert. He even took them hunting. 'These men meant to deliver you to Aerys to be burned,' I told him after I saw them throwing axes in the yard. 'You should not be putting axes in their hands.' Robert only laughed. I would have thrown Grandison and Cafferen into a dungeon, but he turned them into friends. Lord Cafferen died at Ashford Castle, cut down by Randyll Tarly whilst fighting for Robert. Lord Grandison was wounded on the Trident and died of it a year after. My brother made them love him, but it would seem that I inspire only betrayal. Even in mine own blood and kin. Brother, grandfather, cousins, good uncle . . ."

- A Storm of Swords Davos IV
In testament to how easy it is to be duped into supporting conflicts based on lies, just as Robert and his allies garnered support for the rebellion based on malicious propaganda, consider this fact about the film The Rock, set at Alcatraz:

A scene from the film was the basis for incorrect and false descriptions of the Iraqi chemical weapons program. Britain’s Secret Intelligence Service was led to believe Saddam Hussein was continuing to produce weapons of mass destruction by a false agent who based his reports on the movie the false claims of weapons of mass destruction were the justification for UK’s entering the war.)

Video: The Rock - Ranger Bob
Going forward, we'll continue the examination of evidence that Robert Baratheon truly earned his moniker the Demon of the Trident, showing that he went along with a deceptive plot to overthrow the Targaryen dynasty, and even raped Lyanna after his loss at Ashford. We will then conclude by examining Ned's inner turmoil, indicting his best friend and king. To preview where this series is headed, in its full audio/visual glory with greater detail, look here.

I turn around and slam the door behind me, just in time as I hear the creature run into the door as soon as it shuts.
After I've calmed down a bit I notice how extremely hot it is in the place I entered. at least there's none of those dog things here I take a sip of water before turning around and figuring out my new temporary place of stay.
The room I am in has the appearance of a house a couple decades old. It looks normal, compared to what I have seen in this new world before.
I decide to start moving right away. this heat will start to get uncomfortable soon. Opening the door to where a hallway would normally be in a house, I find just that, a hallway.
I soon notice that the hall is disoriented in the way that it is designed. Lights are on the wall instead of the ceiling. And a few blurry paintings are on the floor and ceiling.
After I reach the end of the hall, I quickly realize this whole area is like this. Disorienting and liminal. The space opens up to a kitchen and dining room, with a staircase going up where the fridge would be.
I go to check the cupboards and drawers in the kitchen, hoping to find something, but to no avail as all of them are empty. Going up the stairs I find what looks to be a basement. With unfinished walls and a concrete floor with rugs and box's in random places.
I take a sip of water and realize I am on to my last bottle, which is concerning as I haven't found any more sources. dehydration is probably a less painful way to die then being mauled by that demon human dog thing...probably.
Traveling through the 'basement', I find a door that looks like it would be a front door leading outside. I open it up to quickly discover that said door does not lead outside, but to a bedroom that looks normal except for a nightstand floating two feet off the ground a the closet being on the ceiling.
I sit down on the bed as the heat is starting to become a problem and I need to take a break. The bed has a standard blue blanket and soft looking pillows. Instinctively, I lay down and become surprised by the comfort the bed gives, and I quickly find myself falling asleep.

 *** 

Waking up, I wonder how long I was asleep, my phone clock obviously doesn't work and the clocks around this house...thing don't work either. I look around for the door to the next room only to realize that there isn't one. I look up to the closet and find myself curious, so I get up and jump to open it.
Looking through I find that my suspicions were correct, as there seems to be another room. I jump up and pull myself up through the closet door to find myself in a living room looking place, with the closet in the floor where the coffee table would most likely be.
I get up and see that there is another kitchen behind the room I am currently in, and notice hunger aching my belly, so I decide to make another MRE. I turn on the stove in the kitchen and it unexpectedly works, so while waiting for it to warm up, I once again check the cupboards and fridge, because it's apparently here now, and like last time, nothing is in them.
The heat of the stove is heating up the room so I finish warming the MRE before sitting on the couch to eat it. I check to see if the TV works but it sadly doesn't respond to me pressing the power button.
Finishing it quickly, I get up in search of an exit. From what I've seen before, there probably is one. Opening a door that appears to be upside down, I enter what looks to be an attic, with a bunch of storage box's and random items.
Curious, I check a couple of the boxs, but I cant seem to open them. I take out my knife and try to cut through the box, but my knife just bumps into It like it's made out of stone. Admiting defeat, I head for the next room only to trip over a box that appears to be phased into the ground. I stare at it in confusion before slowly moving on.
Getting to and opening the door, I enter a bathroom. I can hear a distant sound of a toilet flushing. The room is small, which is normal for bathrooms I guess, and has a staircase going down in a spiral where a shower would be. I go to walk down it and catch a glimpse of the mirror above the sink.
I turn around to look at the mirror as something seemed off. Unlike the rest of the bathroom, which was tiled. The everything but my reflection was blank white. I find myself about to touch it, and as soon as I do. I feel like I fall through the mirror.
Like I felt when I entered this place, I feel myself falling. As much as I dont want to curiosity gets the better of me and I open my eyes. I find myself falling through and empty pitch black void, endless in size. Unlike last time, however. I feel at peace. I think that if I had to spend the rest of eternity here, I'd be perfectly fine with it. I hope I spend the rest of eternity here. I look below me and see a blinding amount of white coming closer every second. Until I eventually hit it.
As I hit the ground I start hyperventilate. I have no clue what that false sense of security was, but that empty void is definitely not peaceful! Getting my bearings back, although still shook, I look around to find myself in an all white plains like area, with a city in front of me, also white.
I start moving toward the city immediately. From the 3 areas I've been in before here. I can assume that this place is in layers, and that there is probably an area outside of this one.
I immediately notice that the gravity here is weaker, like I'm on the moon. There also appears to be light and I look up in search of a sun, but the sky is just plain blue, no clouds and sadly no sun.
Continuing on, I realize the the city ahead of me seems to be all one building, connected by ether singular sections being right next to each other, or by bridges across where a road would be if the ground wasn't completely white.
Quickening my pace, I reach the city and enter a building. Like the area outside the city, the building is completely desolate, no furniture or walls separating rooms. I go up a couple flights of stairs and look out a window with no glass blocking the inside from the outside.
Very far in the distance I can see something through the window of another building, i can't make out the details from where I am but I do see that it is yellow. I'm guessing that's where the 'exit' to this area is.
I go back down the stairs, exit the building and make my way to the place I saw, I don't want to remain here any longer than I have to.
It becomes increasingly noticeable how different this...plain of existence is compared to the other places I've been. I feel like I can see creatures looking at me as I pass by alleyways, but they disappear as I look at them.
Walking further down the road, I see a object that looks like it would be a food stand in the real world. Of course here though, it is completely white. I decide to take a closer look. Coming up to it I see another completely white object that is in the shape of a can.
I pick up the mysterious can, the sound of liquid can be heard from the inside, so I know it's full. I decide to put the blank can in my bag and continue on my journey...maybe it will return to its regular colours once it's out of this place, if white isn't it's natural colour.
A long time walking later and I finally reach the building that I saw the different colored wall paper in. While getting here I saw more things at the corner of my eye, only for it to disappear once I look at it. Deciding to take a sip of water, I dreadfully realize I'm on to the forth and final bottle.
I toss the empty bottle onto the ground, believing once again that littering isn't a problem here, hopefully some sort of neighborhood watch doesn't come and get me, and I enter the building.
Inside the building is once again empty, no furniture or support pillers in sight aside from a staircase going up to the next floor at the back corner of the room.
Remembering that the coloured wallpaper appeared to be on the 7th floor, I begin to make my way up. On the 5th floor I see another one of those can objects and go to collect it. Once I do collect it, however, I again see something in my peripheral vision, so I turn to look at it...but it doesn't dissappear.
I find myself face to face with a creature that has completely shadowed the side of the room where it is so that I cannot see its body. All that is visible on it is a pair of glowing white eyes and a terrifying glowing white smile. Me and the creature both just stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, I start to wonder if it can even see me.
Pitifully hoping it cannot. I slowly reach for my pocket knife. Although as soon as it sees me move it makes a deep growling noise...before leaping right at me.
In a a mixture of panic and surprise, I leap back to the wall and squeeze my eyes shut, all forms of defense lost. I expect to feel it's glowing teeth peirce through my flesh, but nothing happens. After a little bit of waiting I just barely open my eyes to look, and there's nothing but the desk the can was on and the blank white walls.
Immediately I shoot up and look around, trying to find the creature. "What was that thing?! Was it even here?!" ...Am I going insane..? After a bunch of panicked thoughts and a bit of hyperventilation, I regain my composure. okay...just got to get up to the 7th floor, and then I'll be okay! ..I hope with that, I continued on my way up.
Reaching the 7th floor I can now clearly see what I saw hours ago at this point. The wallpaper appears to be of a desert, or just sand, it's hard to tell. Inspecting the room further, I see a interesting road through a window on the opposite side of where I came from. The window shows a white road with no support floating over a blue void, even though the road is conjoins with the ground. Yea, I don't need to go there.
Looking back to the wallpaper, I go to touch it, but my hand phases through. I believe this is another one of those exit/enterences where I have to phase through the solid-looking thing and enter the void...
I briefly try to think of any other option I could have, to no avail. Preparing myself mentally and physically, I walk through the wall and enter the pitch black void once more.

I turn around and slam the door behind me, just in time as I hear the creature run into the door as soon as it shuts.
After I've calmed down a bit I notice how extremely hot it is in the place I entered. at least there's none of those dog things here I take a sip of water before turning around and figuring out my new temporary place of stay.
The room I am in has the appearance of a house a couple decades old. It looks normal, compared to what I have seen in this new world before.
I decide to start moving right away. this heat will start to get uncomfortable soon. Opening the door to where a hallway would normally be in a house, I find just that, a hallway.
I soon notice that the hall is disoriented in the way that it is designed. Lights are on the wall instead of the ceiling. And a few blurry paintings are on the floor and ceiling.
After I reach the end of the hall, I quickly realize this whole area is like this. Disorienting and liminal. The space opens up to a kitchen and dining room, with a staircase going up where the fridge would be.
I go to check the cupboards and drawers in the kitchen, hoping to find something, but to no avail as all of them are empty. Going up the stairs I find what looks to be a basement. With unfinished walls and a concrete floor with rugs and box's in random places.
I take a sip of water and realize I am on to my last bottle, which is concerning as I haven't found any more sources. dehydration is probably a less painful way to die then being mauled by that demon human dog thing...probably.
Traveling through the 'basement', I find a door that looks like it would be a front door leading outside. I open it up to quickly discover that said door does not lead outside, but to a bedroom that looks normal except for a nightstand floating two feet off the ground a the closet being on the ceiling.
I sit down on the bed as the heat is starting to become a problem and I need to take a break. The bed has a standard blue blanket and soft looking pillows. Instinctively, I lay down and become surprised by the comfort the bed gives, and I quickly find myself falling asleep.

 *** 

Waking up, I wonder how long I was asleep, my phone clock obviously doesn't work and the clocks around this house...thing don't work either. I look around for the door to the next room only to realize that there isn't one. I look up to the closet and find myself curious, so I get up and jump to open it.
Looking through I find that my suspicions were correct, as there seems to be another room. I jump up and pull myself up through the closet door to find myself in a living room looking place, with the closet in the floor where the coffee table would most likely be.
I get up and see that there is another kitchen behind the room I am currently in, and notice hunger aching my belly, so I decide to make another MRE. I turn on the stove in the kitchen and it unexpectedly works, so while waiting for it to warm up, I once again check the cupboards and fridge, because it's apparently here now, and like last time, nothing is in them.
The heat of the stove is heating up the room so I finish warming the MRE before sitting on the couch to eat it. I check to see if the TV works but it sadly doesn't respond to me pressing the power button.
Finishing it quickly, I get up in search of an exit. From what I've seen before, there probably is one. Opening a door that appears to be upside down, I enter what looks to be an attic, with a bunch of storage box's and random items.
Curious, I check a couple of the boxs, but I cant seem to open them. I take out my knife and try to cut through the box, but my knife just bumps into It like it's made out of stone. Admiting defeat, I head for the next room only to trip over a box that appears to be phased into the ground. I stare at it in confusion before slowly moving on.
Getting to and opening the door, I enter a bathroom. I can hear a distant sound of a toilet flushing. The room is small, which is normal for bathrooms I guess, and has a staircase going down in a spiral where a shower would be. I go to walk down it and catch a glimpse of the mirror above the sink.
I turn around to look at the mirror as something seemed off. Unlike the rest of the bathroom, which was tiled. The everything but my reflection was blank white. I find myself about to touch it, and as soon as I do. I feel like I fall through the mirror.
Like I felt when I entered this place, I feel myself falling. As much as I dont want to curiosity gets the better of me and I open my eyes. I find myself falling through and empty pitch black void, endless in size. Unlike last time, however. I feel at peace. I think that if I had to spend the rest of eternity here, I'd be perfectly fine with it. I hope I spend the rest of eternity here. I look below me and see a blinding amount of white coming closer every second. Until I eventually hit it.
As I hit the ground I start hyperventilate. I have no clue what that false sense of security was, but that empty void is definitely not peaceful! Getting my bearings back, although still shook, I look around to find myself in an all white plains like area, with a city in front of me, also white.
I start moving toward the city immediately. From the 3 areas I've been in before here. I can assume that this place is in layers, and that there is probably an area outside of this one.
I immediately notice that the gravity here is weaker, like I'm on the moon. There also appears to be light and I look up in search of a sun, but the sky is just plain blue, no clouds and sadly no sun.
Continuing on, I realize the the city ahead of me seems to be all one building, connected by ether singular sections being right next to each other, or by bridges across where a road would be if the ground wasn't completely white.
Quickening my pace, I reach the city and enter a building. Like the area outside the city, the building is completely desolate, no furniture or walls separating rooms. I go up a couple flights of stairs and look out a window with no glass blocking the inside from the outside.
Very far in the distance I can see something through the window of another building, i can't make out the details from where I am but I do see that it is yellow. I'm guessing that's where the 'exit' to this area is.
I go back down the stairs, exit the building and make my way to the place I saw, I don't want to remain here any longer than I have to.
It becomes increasingly noticeable how different this...plain of existence is compared to the other places I've been. I feel like I can see creatures looking at me as I pass by alleyways, but they disappear as I look at them.
Walking further down the road, I see a object that looks like it would be a food stand in the real world. Of course here though, it is completely white. I decide to take a closer look. Coming up to it I see another completely white object that is in the shape of a can.
I pick up the mysterious can, the sound of liquid can be heard from the inside, so I know it's full. I decide to put the blank can in my bag and continue on my journey...maybe it will return to its regular colours once it's out of this place, if white isn't it's natural colour.
A long time walking later and I finally reach the building that I saw the different colored wall paper in. While getting here I saw more things at the corner of my eye, only for it to disappear once I look at it. Deciding to take a sip of water, I dreadfully realize I'm on to the forth and final bottle.
I toss the empty bottle onto the ground, believing once again that littering isn't a problem here, hopefully some sort of neighborhood watch doesn't come and get me, and I enter the building.
Inside the building is once again empty, no furniture or support pillers in sight aside from a staircase going up to the next floor at the back corner of the room.
Remembering that the coloured wallpaper appeared to be on the 7th floor, I begin to make my way up. On the 5th floor I see another one of those can objects and go to collect it. Once I do collect it, however, I again see something in my peripheral vision, so I turn to look at it...but it doesn't dissappear.
I find myself face to face with a creature that has completely shadowed the side of the room where it is so that I cannot see its body. All that is visible on it is a pair of glowing white eyes and a terrifying glowing white smile. Me and the creature both just stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, I start to wonder if it can even see me.
Pitifully hoping it cannot. I slowly reach for my pocket knife. Although as soon as it sees me move it makes a deep growling noise...before leaping right at me.
In a a mixture of panic and surprise, I leap back to the wall and squeeze my eyes shut, all forms of defense lost. I expect to feel it's glowing teeth peirce through my flesh, but nothing happens. After a little bit of waiting I just barely open my eyes to look, and there's nothing but the desk the can was on and the blank white walls.
Immediately I shoot up and look around, trying to find the creature. "What was that thing?! Was it even here?!" ...Am I going insane..? After a bunch of panicked thoughts and a bit of hyperventilation, I regain my composure. okay...just got to get up to the 7th floor, and then I'll be okay! ..I hope with that, I continued on my way up.
Reaching the 7th floor I can now clearly see what I saw hours ago at this point. The wallpaper appears to be of a desert, or just sand, it's hard to tell. Inspecting the room further, I see a interesting road through a window on the opposite side of where I came from. The window shows a white road with no support floating over a blue void, even though the road is conjoins with the ground. Yea, I don't need to go there.
Looking back to the wallpaper, I go to touch it, but my hand phases through. I believe this is another one of those exit/enterences where I have to phase through the solid-looking thing and enter the void...
I briefly try to think of any other option I could have, to no avail. Preparing myself mentally and physically, I walk through the wall and enter the pitch black void once more.

Heya! I am working on a new map for my Server version 1.19.2 since a few weeks and I am stuck.
I am trying to get the custom blocks into worldpainter, but I can't figure anything out. Everytime I test export the tiles with the custom terrain, there is a hole in the ground, where the terrain is supposed to be. Every answer I found is for version 1.12.2 and not replicatable for 1.19.2
I know I have to add the custom material, including ID and anything. For example White Sand has the ID biomesoplenty:white_sand listed in game and the ID 262 on BOP wiki. None of the two seem to work. And the worldgenerator option BIOMESOP doesn't exist anymore either...
It's getting really frustrating....please anybody help :(

"How Can You Mend A Broken Heart" Hint: A competition winner with dark hair
I can think of younger days when living for my life
What might have been your favorite year of childhood? What was your aspiration during that year?
Was everything a man could want to do.
What is one example of a manly aspiration/ambition?
I could never see tomorrow, but I was never told about the sorrow.
Were you depressed then? Are you happier now? What kind of sorrow have you experienced or witnessed that you would like to help others overcome?
And how can you mend a broken heart?
Do you think you a complete piece of chocolate can help to heal? How about adding more male merchandise at ethnic fashion stores like around the Town Square? Adding more ethnic/Rated-G music to the repertoire within those stores?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
How about an umbrella or a roof? Or praying that it doesn't rain? What is your favorite umbrella design and color of roof tiles?
How can you stop the sun from shining?
Do you pray for eclipses? Do you pray for the night to come, whether it is a new moon or not?
What makes the world go round?
Gravity. Tectonics. Magnetic/hematite/lava interior The tidal programming, related to sun, moon, water cycle, atmospheric pressure, air quality. Orientation of other planets and celestial objects, eg comets (c) Dr. Diana Hallare. (R)
How can you mend a this broken man?
Orthopedics. Cardiology. Medicine based on systems. Allowing having but not possessing more trustworthy friends. Discouraging discrimination based on education/skills levels. Encouraging dreaming by communication eg conference and Shark Tank and by REM eg at night, like a car needs to rest too on a road trip or on Instacart rounds.
How can a loser ever win?
As Whoopi Goldberg said, you might need a (low-fat) milk-based drink... to lose weight and win fitness. Sometimes in golf you might think you're losing numbers to win. Last night, I gave up my contaminated bags, even a new one and much content to save my life and save the world. I danced without at least two bags, to encourage fitness/health in society; I lost some sleep because I was woken up by interesting guards in white but I gained more miles on a pedometer. I had the opportunity to see a beautiful red jacket, reminiscent of what I would wear at church, where I read the Bible aloud. Upon seeing that jacket on the rack, I gasped. Then the alarm rang.
Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again.
Prescriptions:

1. If you don't want to waste the rest of your 6 month subscription to something like Tinder, maybe prescribe one of your songs per member you encounter on that site. You can ask about one word on the song that made them feel better.
2. Do you have a CPAP/AED/Wonderful orange?
3. Find out your favorite flavors of Gatorade.
4. Check if you'd enjoy Luke's Lightning Chips from Grocery Outlet.
5. If you would make a quilt or pillowcase in class eg after a ride or two with the St George Express, what design would you have? Would you need special laundry settings if your masterpiece is at least 1 year old?

I can still feel the breeze that rustles through the trees
Do you like the Carpenters' "Top of the World" song? What is your favorite leaf color? What is your favorite tree?
And misty memories of days gone by
Do you like Barbra Streisand's "The Way We Were"? Would her career as a professor inspire you to teach which university class? How many students would you prefer to be the limit for that class? Do you also like Lionel Richie's "Hello"?
We could never see tomorrow, no one said a word about the sorrow.
What do you hope tomorrow to have/bring? What word can you describe about sorrow?
And how can you mend a broken heart?
Prescription: Would you talk (about dreams, plans, and issues) to an LPCC or more than one member of the Association of "Black" Therapists, eg MFTs? Teletherapy? Group therapy similar to AA or WRAP? Would you have a preference of race if you have a personal registered dietitian?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
Get a water park ion the roof? Or a roof garden like with Reese Witherspoon? (c) Dr. Diana Hlalare (R)
How can you stop the sun from shining?
Why do you want to stop it from shining? Do you want greenery on the mountains? Do you want no more rainforests? Do you want no more grass/hay for the sheep, horses, goats, zebras, giraffes, deer, oryxes, gazelles, antelopes, prairie dogs, cows, bulls? What would the mole in Thumbelina look forward to? What would the groundhog or bears hibernating in the cave look forward to? Is it easy to fly a kite at night like Benjamin Franklin did? What do you think about the Color Run? What do you think about biking at night? Would all our solar farms like of the MGM and Corcoran go to waste? Do you want another Ice Age? Should painted masterpieces be dried only with hair dryers?
What makes the world go round?
It is round shaped at least due to its rotations and revolutions. I remember in class, when you make egg soup and keep stirring it - or even if you stir Rainbiw/Nido/Klim milk, roundish clumps form. The solar system revolves around the sun.
How can you mend this broken man?
Do you like Chris Daughtry's and Amy Adams' "Broken"? Do you like CARE Channel? Do you like reading Better Homes and Gardens? How about the Superfan book (someone self-published)? How about books by Nick Vujicic - doesn't have to b e in Spanish?
How can a loser ever win?
Once upon a time, I lost a pingpong championship (Forrest Gump is still a champ) to my college best friend and a cool pianist who said he ducked into the oven when he heard gunshots outside his family member's home. But I remember well how I surprised myself too as I caught the ball mid-air above my head like a baseball player.
Another time, time was running out. Everyone else who were seated seemed to have left. I seemed to have lost time, but not been lost in time. I finished 20 recipes/list of 20 cookables for vegetable medley - frozen or canned. My handwriting I hope was ok. I hope the cleanup crew smiled. I seemed to have won a tiny bit of more paper to write about another international conference, at least once with 40,000 people... I may have won a tiny bit of paper because I forgot to check out like at the Disney hotel.
Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again.
It does not take only one person to heal your broken heart or to bring you back on course eg after a TIA or another incident. It does not mean you need 20 girlfriends in succession, 1 by 1, to heal you. But for instance, if you're a survivor of a crash, it takes the tow driver, the policeman, ambulance and firemen as needed, people with cellphones even if you already have your own to get through the night and beyond. It takes Uber, Lyft, Supershuttle, Greencab, the city transit, or your friends to get you back to your workplace and home if they are at least 30 minutes apart by Mustang.

I'm going to be tiling my patio and pool deck with porcelain tiles. I'm considering using 100% silicone to grout the tiles rather than standard grout because it's flexible and waterproof, and possibly easier to clean. I live in Arizona, and the desert sun UV is very harsh. Other than the cost of silicone, are there any downsides to this approach?

My budget is 140k and I will pay 4K to 16K depending on how well the job is done
What I am looking for is as follows
Colors: Baby Pink, White, & Gold

• Realistic

Exterior design: * Large French Country Style

• Five story
  
• 2 car garage
  
• Whole house is stone or brick
  
• Numerous wall trim details especially white wood panels
  
• Numerous interior locations for stone & brick (an entire wall, a hallway, cased openings, etc.)
  
• Exotic tile like white marble
  

Exterior features:

• Specialty landscape items like water features, dry creek beds, etc.
• Many trees (preferably palm ones)
  
• Wrap around Porch
  
• Porch Swing
  
• Patio
  
• Gas Lanterns
  
• Large Entertaining Area with tv
  
• Outdoor Kitchen with Oven
  
• Sustainable Food/Herb Garden With lots of planters and a hose
  
• Good Lighting
  
• Security Cameras all around the house
  
• Courtyard with fountain
  
• Governor’s Driveway/ circle driveway
  
• Lots of Natural Lights
  
• Large Windows
  
• Window Seat/ Bay window
  
• Arched Doorways
  
• French Doors
  
• Wide Doors
  
• Wide Hallways
  
• Large Family Room, Kitchen, Dining Room for Family Gatherings
  

Lighting: * Beautiful Chandeliers
Kitchen must haves:

• Large Island
  
• Double Island
  
• Marble Countertops
  
• Waterfall Countertop
  
• White Cabinets
  
• Gold Hardware
  
• Huge Dish Cabinet with Glass Doors
  
• Kitchen Linens Closet
  
• Farm style sink
  
• Window above Sink
  
• Hidden baby pink Microwave
  
• 2 pink baby pink Dishwashers
  
• Custom Baby pink hood
  
• Oven
  
• Coffee Machine
  
• Refrigerator
  
• Blender
  
• 2 trash cans
  

Pantry:

• Door from Pantry to Garage
  
• Sink
  
• Second Fridge
  

Dining room:

• Fireplace
  
• Closet for guest Linens and Dishes
  
• Large for Family Gatherings
  

Laundry room:

• Laundry Shoot
  
• Folding Counter or Island
  
• Ironing board
  
• Washing machines and dryer etc
  

Mud Space near front door: * Lockers for each family member

• Storage Shelves for Shoes

Master Bedroom:

• Fireplace
  
• Balcony
  
• TV at Foot of the Bed
  
• Private Sitting Room Attached
  

Master closet: * Large Walk in closet

• Shoe Wall (made with pictures or a bunch of slippers)
  
• Dressing Room
  
• Sunglass Drawer
  
• Jewelry holders
  
• Luxurious Carpet
  
• Chandelier
  

Master bathroom: * Toilets

• Bidet
  
• Steam ShoweSauna
  
• Shower Head
  
• Gold Faucets
  
• Seat in shower
  
• Makeup Counter or Vanity
  
• 2 Sinks
  

Garage: * Recycling Center with 2 trash cans

• 2 Car Garage
  
• Extra Tall Garage Doors
  
• Cabinets for Storage
  
• Door to Backyard
  

Other: * Bar

• Room for indoor pool and jet pool
  
• Fitness room/home gym
  
• Game room with Billard table
  
• Home library
  
• Mud room
  
• Spa room
  
• Home Theater
  
• Office/Study Room
  
• Nursery
  

As a bored flight major, I have only heard the stories about the EE Unisex Bathroom. I am rarely on main campus and when I am it is never in the engineering side. Because of this I had Chat GPT write a little story. I hope you enjoy.
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Once upon a time, in the bustling world of technology and innovation, there was a young engineering student named Alex. Alex was a determined individual with a passion for electrical engineering, and their dreams led them to the prestigious Purdue University.
One sunny morning, as the semester was in full swing, Alex found themselves deep in their studies. Hours had passed since they last left their study desk, and nature's call became impossible to ignore. The corridors of the Electrical Engineering building were filled with the murmurs of fellow students, all engrossed in their own academic pursuits.
Alex, with determination in their eyes, set off on a quest for relief. Whispers and rumors had circled among the students about a legendary restroom that was said to hold the title of "Purdue EE Unisex bathroom." Some claimed it was a serene oasis, while others insisted it possessed magical powers that could enhance one's engineering skills.
Guided by their curiosity, Alex embarked on a mission to find this mythical facility. They ventured through the maze-like hallways, searching for clues to uncover its hidden location. The walls were adorned with posters and diagrams of complex circuits, providing a reminder of the academic pursuits within the building.
With each step, Alex's anticipation grew, fueled by stories passed down from upperclassmen. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of wandering, they stumbled upon an inconspicuous door. It bore no distinguishing marks, leaving them uncertain whether it held the secrets they sought.
Summoning their courage, Alex pushed open the door, and to their amazement, they entered a realm like no other. The Purdue EE Unisex bathroom was a sight to behold, an engineering marvel in its own right. The room was bathed in warm, fluorescent light, illuminating sleek metallic fixtures and pristine white tiles. It was a sanctuary of tranquility amidst the chaotic world outside.
Alex marveled at the ingenious design of the bathroom. It seemed as though every detail had been meticulously crafted with engineering precision. The sinks featured motion-sensor faucets, conserving water with each use. The hand dryers were equipped with advanced airflow technology, swiftly drying hands with minimal energy consumption. Every element of this sanctuary embodied efficiency and elegance.
Word of their discovery had spread like wildfire throughout the engineering community. Students from various disciplines flocked to the Purdue EE Unisex bathroom, seeking solace and inspiration. It became a gathering place, where ideas were exchanged, and connections were forged.
As the semesters passed, Alex's journey to the Purdue EE Unisex bathroom became a rite of passage for each new generation of engineering students. The legendary oasis became a symbol of their shared experiences and the pursuit of knowledge.
Years later, when Alex stood on the stage, adorned in their graduation robe, they reflected on their time at Purdue University. They realized that their journey to the Purdue EE Unisex bathroom was more than just a quest for relief—it had become a metaphor for their personal growth and perseverance. The journey had taught them to seek out hidden gems, to embrace challenges, and to explore beyond the boundaries of their comfort zone.
With fond memories in their heart, Alex stepped forward to receive their degree, ready to embark on new journeys that awaited them in the vast realm of electrical engineering. And as they walked off the stage, a new generation of curious minds whispered tales of the legendary Purdue EE Unisex bathroom, eager to embark on their own adventure and discover the magic that awaited them within its walls.

I am now going to make this journey for myself in the near future and will update when I reach the holy land. o7

Girls: Izzy
Boys: Ezekiel, Mal
Episode 25: Planes, Trains, and Hot Air Mobiles
"Last time, on Total Drama World Tour!" Chris opened as the plane icon was shown flying northward from Rapa Nui to Alberta, Canada on the season's world map, and the jumbo jet itself was shown blowing past a precariously-balanced boulder and knocking it off its perch. "Alberta! It'll blow you away!" The barren pit in Drumheller they'd visited was shown, as was Topher sitting in the electric chair. "How could this happen?!" the host asked angrily over a clip of the plane exploding in the distance.
"Well first, Mal and Izzy bickered the whole challenge about their moralities," the two were shown teasing each other, "and Ezekiel started to doubt if Topher even liked him or not," Both were talking to each other as they dug. "But Ezekiel was able to let go of his suspicions when Topher rescued him from being squished by a boulder," Topher was shown tackling Ezekiel and himself away from a boulder.
"And Izzy confirmed herself as being crazy with a heart of good before voting Mal off," Izzy was shown telling off Mal, followed by the final vote against him being read. "Dude sooo would've been a goner. Except Topher," the Chris wannabe was shown slipping on the pool of oil and the candles on the cake hit the oil, "demolished my plane!" The host was shown standing in the moonlit wreckage of the Total Drama Jumbo Jet, bringing an end to the recap montage.
"Did I mention we've got no ride now?" Chris asked, he and Chef now sitting in the remains of the cockpit in their usual piloting outfits, the sun now shining overhead. As the host spoke, Chef grabbed the control stick, looked shocked as it immediately detached, and threw it away with wide eyes. "BECAUSE TOPHER BLEW IT UP?!" Chris continued angrily, slamming his hands down on the broken console and standing up towards the camera.
He sat back down, pulled out a paper bag, and started to breath into it. After a few seconds he calmed down enough to stop hyperventilating, letting go of the bag and looking back at the camera. "Our Final Three are jetting to Hawaii...," he said as the series's capstone music began to play, "without a jet, so...get set for some other kind of race to the million, right here on Total! Drama! World Tour!"
The camera zoomed out as always, showing the morning sun over the wreckage of the plane that was now stranded in Drumheller, Alberta. The front part of the fuselage, which had been intact enough for Chris and Chef to use the cockpit, promptly fell off whatever had been supporting it.
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"The hot tub with my name spelled out in Italian tiles...gone...," Chris muttered despairingly, the episode opening on a pan across the wreckage of the plane to where the host stood with Mal and Izzy near the remains of last night's campfire pit. "My monogrammed sneakers!...gone...," he added, looking at the two uncaring contestants. "My custom-calibrated stubble-trimmer," Izzy and Mal looked at each other in boredom, "gone..."
"Can we continue the game now?" Mal suggested.
"I agree," Izzy chimed in.
"As usual," Chris turned to them, "you two are thinking of nothing but yourselves."
He looked to the side as Ezekiel grunted with effort, then pushed a large sheet of broken metal away from the wreckage. "Could I get some help with this?" he asked the others.
"What about the bigger humanitarian crisis?" Chris asked. "How am I supposed to keep this face fresh," he pointed at his stubbled visage, "without my hyperbolic chamber?"
With another grunt of effort, Ezekiel leaned down and lifted a bald and scuffed Topher out of the wreckage on his back. "Good morning," Topher said woozily. "I've always wanted to be the one carrying someone down, but the roles are reversed."
"Why were you even in there?" Ezekiel asked as he dragged the boy away from the jet's remains.
"I think some more stuff fell on me while I was asleep," Topher guessed.
"The plane is busted," Ezekiel said. "Are you okay?"
"I am emotionally!" Topher answered, "but physically, my bones are broken."
Ezekiel groaned, then collapsed under Topher's weight.
Confessional: Ezekiel
"I know Topher did some underhanded things to stay in the game, but losing your hair on international television is worse than harming an animal in his world," Ezekiel confessed in the remains of the restroom confessional.
Confessional: Izzy
"Topher needs some medical assistance, but given that Chris is a windbag who's as cheap as Mr. Krabs, I'll be his nurse until he gets home!" Izzy declared in a superhero pose. "You can call me…" she put an orange mask over her eyes, "Doctor Izzy!"
Confessionals End
The static cut away to show the camera focused on a wheelchair, pushed by a just-out-of-frame Izzy. "Here," she said as he reached Ezekiel and Topher and the shot zoomed out, "use this to help you." Ezekiel lifted the fanboy into the wheelchair, and Izzy put the hat from Rapa Nui onto Topher's head to cover his baldness.
"Does it make me look attractive?" Topher asked..
The shot cut to the wreckage and Chef pushed a giant metal box out into the open, earning an excited look from Chris. "Hey! My emergency kit! We're saved!" he declared, running towards the giant box with a hearty laugh. "That's right, kids," he turned back with a grin. "Get ready for surf, sun, and beauties in grass skirts, we're going to Hawaii!" He did a few short hula moves as the Final Three cheered.
"I know," Chris said as he walked over to Chef, "best host ever! Never doubt me." It was then that Chef pulled on the rope he'd been holding, causing the walls of the metal box to fall away and reveal the small red helicopter inside.
The four teens moved closer, and Mal was the first to speak. "That's a two-seater."
"That it is!" Chris replied happily. "Chef flies, I supervise."
"And we?" Mal followed up.
"Will be competing to get to the big island first, using only your wits, and whatever you find out here," Chris explained.
"But we're in the middle of nowhere!" Ezekiel complained.
"True," Chris told him, "so check these fancy dancy GPSes I'm generously giving you!" he said as he took a trio of walkie-talkies and GPS devices from the helicopter and tossed one each to each finalist.
Izzy raised an eyebrow as she looked down at the GPS; the screen showed a single yellow dot and nothing else around. "Middle of Nowhere, Alberta," she read before looking up. "It does work."
"Set 'em for Tijuana Beach," Chris told them. "It's right on the Mexican border. Now move it!" he commanded as the helicopter started up behind him. "Go! Go! Go!"
Ezekiel, Izzy, and Mal frantically entered the destination into their devices, and the shot moved over to a confused Topher. "Wait, what about me?" he asked the host.
"Make like you took the Drop of Shame," Chris answered angrily, standing in the doorway of the hovering helicopter, "and figure it out yourself!"
Topher gaped, then scowled.
Confessional: Topher
"First he makes me do these dangerous challenges," Topher said in the ruined confessional, still in his wheelchair, "then he disqualifies me because I unintentionally blew up his plane, and now he's willing to leave me to fend for myself?"
He glared at the camera. "Chris really is a jerk. When I get home, I'm throwing out all of my Chris merchandise and everything related to him."
Confessional Ends
"Don't worry!" Chris called out to the Final Three, "you're all totally gonna make it!" The helicopter finally took off, leaving the four teens to watch in stunned silence for a few seconds.
Izzy was the first to make a move, turning and heading back into the wreckage with Topher right behind her. "If I was able to find a wheelchair in the wreckage," she reasoned, "maybe we can find something to get to Tijuana."
"Good idea!" Topher told her. "And did you say 'we'?"
"Duh," Izzy replied, looking back over a large piece of sheet metal. "I'm not going to leave you out here. I have to take care of you until you get to an actual doctor, and I can create something for both of us to ride on."
"Makes sense to me!" Topher smiled, and the two went back into the wreckage.
The camera cut to Mal and Ezekiel, watching nearby. "So, is this the part where you team up with me to make the finale?" Ezekiel asked sarcastically.
"No," Mal answered. "You'd obviously say no."
"That's right," Ezekiel huffed.
"I don't need you or Izzy. I've gotten here on my own," Mal gloated.
"You could've been eliminated in Africa or Drumheller, but something else happens to conveniently keep you in," Ezekiel retorted. "Don't count your eagles before they spot on red, white, and blue stripes!"
"That's the wrong expression, but I'm not even going to bother with a fool like you," Mal scoffed.
Confessional: Mal
"The million dollars is in my grasp," Mal chuckled. "I'm gonna use the prize money to live like a real villain. In a tower. Preferably overlooking a volcano."
The camera zoomed in on his smiling face before diving deeper into his subconscious, where Mike and his personalities were standing in front of Mal's tower. On the top was Mal's sculptured head, the purple light coming out of his right eye. The camera panned down to feature the white horns spiking out of the tower and ground.
"Here we are. Welcome to the Tower of Mal," Manitoba presented the tower to the group.
"Uh, why ain't it guarded by bouncers or dogs or an ugly cat or something?" Vito asked.
"Mal just figured we'd never get this far," Svetlana deduced.
Mal looked at the poster on the wall featuring the silhouette head of Mal over five stick figures. "Check it out. This door's got five people on it."
"Five of us! This must be the right way!" Svetlana said.
Mike grabbed the handle and pulled. "C'mon, let's get-" he didn't get to finish since the door trampled him and his personalities.
"I knew it was too easy," Chester moaned.
The group of four hastily pushed the door with their strength. "Come on. Just a little... mo-!" Mike motivated, but they got crushed again. "Was everyone pushing their hardest?" Mike asked his alters.
"What? I got noodles for arms!" Chester defended.
"On three, everyone," Mike informed as they were going to free themselves again. "One... two..."
"Three!" everybody said at once, forcefully pushing the door on the opposite side of them. Once that was settled, they entered the tower, Vito carrying Chester along the way.
"Yes! Nothing can stop us!" Mike confidently spoke, only to see the number of stairs they'd have to walk up with a groan.
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"I'm going off now," Mal said into his walkie talkie while walking away. "I do not wish you good luck! I wish for your downfall!"
"And I wish you could just leave the game already," Ezekiel retorted.
"You know, I can turn you off right now," Mal shot back.
"And I'm going to beat you to it!" Ezekiel cut the radio feed off by pressing the button. "Much better," he said. "He was only distracting me. Now to get to that million dollars. As soon as I find a way to get there..." He looked around a bit, then started walking in the same direction Mal had gone.
The scene moved to the wreckage of the first class cabin, where Izzy and Topher were searching through the rubble.
Izzy pulled out a large inflatable raft...with a hole in it. "Zodiac?" she said, putting it down. "Bicycle?" she said, pulling out a rusty bicycle...that promptly lost its front wheel. "Unicycle?" she said. She tossed the broken bike away, then sighed sadly. "None of this trash will get us to Hawaii," she told Topher.
"Obviously," Topher said. "I found this seat belt, meal tray, and parachute!" he held up the first item he listed.
Izzy's eyes widened in realization. "Topher, you are very helpful!"
"Really?" Topher said, the seat belt now wrapped around his head.
Another scene change took the focus to a large rock formation as Mal hauled himself up from behind it to get a better look. He smirked to himself as he looked down at the other side of the formation. "What do we have here?" The perspective moved over his shoulder to show the plane's wreckage, and more importantly two interns with a caged baby panda outside a truck. The camera zoomed in as the interns picked up the cage and loaded it onto the truck.
"Following that panda will be my ticket to victory!" Mal dropped back down behind the rock.
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The camera cut to the blazing midday sun, then panned down onto Ezekiel. The homeschooler was walking through the cactus-filled desert with his eyes locked on to his GPS, until he suddenly tripped and fell over something.
"Ugh!" he said, the camera moving down to show him lying on train tracks. "What kind of nimrod leaves train tracks in the middle of nowhere?"
He looked to his right, and spotted a building and windmill next to the tracks off in the distance. "Trains!" he repeated with excitement.
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The scene flashed to a head-on view of the truck, a walkie-talkie switching on inside it. "Attention 'competitors'," Mal announced, the shot cutting inside to show a monkey, baby panda, baby seal, and book-reading bear sitting in cages listening to the nearby malevolent one talk, "I am traveling south at 90 kilometers per hour. In other words, you all should give up."
Just as he ended his message, a caged sasquatch behind him reached out and pulled him into a kiss. He immediately pushed away and recoiled in disgust, but lost his balance as he backed up and tripped into an open crate...the lid of which promptly closed on top of him.
"When I get out of here, it is not going to be pretty!" Mal said over the walkie-talkie.
The camera cut back outside as he made his declaration, showing the trucking driving away and honking its horn.
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Another flash took the focus to Chris and Chef in the helicopter, the camera quickly cutting in for a close-up of the host's master GPS device. It showed three dots moving along a simple roadmap: a yellow dot unmoving in the upper right; a blue dot on the road approaching it, and a red dot further behind unmoving on the same road.
"Ezekiel's ahead but stalled," Chris commented with a gleeful smile over his own walkie-talkie, "and the yeti's new boyfriend is quickly catching up! But Izzy can't seem to get her butt in gear."
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The camera flashed to a shot of a deployed parachute, then panned to the right as Izzy was heard explaining "I just moderate the flow of fuel," as the pan ended on her pulling a lever on an orange fuel barrel, making a small flame appear, "and that balloon will go up or down."
"But you need a basket!" Topher replied. "If there was any grass," he said while looking around, "you could weave one."
"All I need is a chair," Izzy said thoughtfully. "And one with arms."
"I'm sitting in a chair with arms," Topher said. "Just sit in my lap and you're gold. My bones are broken, but it'll be worth it to stop Mal."
"Wow. You really aren't as self-centered as I thought you were," Izzy commented. "You're really willing to let me be in your wheelchair?"
"Are you really willing to lose the race?" Topher asked. "Now come on! We've got a beach to get to!"
Izzy smiled. "Let's go!"
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Whoops and hollers of excitement were heard as the footage skipped forward, showing the makeshift hot air balloon in flight tied to the wheelchair. Topher was sitting in the chair, with Izzy in his lap and holding her walkie-talkie.
"Attention boys!" she said into it. "Izzy is flying sky high! I repeat! This girl is airborne!" she said as the balloon ascended off-camera.
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"Airborne?" Ezekiel repeated, the scene cutting to him walking down the aisle of a train's passenger car and stopping in front of a young white woman dressed in black typing on a laptop. He sat down in the seat opposite the woman in black. "Is this seat taken?" Matthew asked the woman upon noticing her stare, prompting the woman in black to return to her work.
"Okay," Ezekiel muttered, sitting at the booth and grabbing a newspaper that was on the table.
The camera moved to the window behind them, showing a certain truck driving past. Cutting outside, the truck was shown dumping its cages and crates into a cargo car of the train, and Mal could be heard yelling in alarm from his wooden prison.
"Too bad he turned off his walkie talkie right before this update!" Chris said over his walkie-talkie as the scene cut back to the helicopter. "Advantage, Mal."
Back down below, the train let out a burst of steam and started moving. It blew its whistle, and the scene cut back to the car Ezekiel was in, now looking up and down the aisle with confused eyes.
"Hello, passengers!" an unfamiliar male voice came over the train's intercom system, immediately gaining Ezekiel's attention. "And welcome to this non-stop trip to Mexico!"
"Yes!" the home-schooled guy cheered. "In your face!"
The woman in black gave him a questioning look, to which Ezekiel replied "That wasn't directed at you!" The woman in black wasn't impressed.
Back outside again, the camera zoomed in on a boxcar, then cut inside to show the caged Total Drama animals... and the smaller wooden crate that Mal promptly and finally burst out of. "Finally," he groaned as he took in a breath of fresh air; kissy faces from the nearby sasquatch earned another groan and a quick spit and mouth-wiping.
"Now to end Ezekiel's trip here," he declared, standing up and stepping out of the crate. "Wherever here is," he added, looking around the room.
He made his way to a nearby doorway, but stopped upon hearing a dog-like whine from inside another crate. He opened it, and recoiled in shock when Ezekiel Clone lifted his head out of the crate.
"How did you get here?" Mal asked in wide-eyed disbelief, and the Clone muttered something unintelligible. "If you promise to act right, I will release you."
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A flash took the scene back to Topher and Izzy, still sailing through the sky. "Stop giving it so much fuel!" Topher said to his companion.
"I'll do that after you stop pinching my body!" Izzy shot back.
"I'm sorry, but I want to survive!" Topher argued.
"So do I, but I'm not being a whiny pants about it!" Izzy sniped.
"LOOK OUT!" Topher cried in alarm as he pointed ahead of them, and the viewpoint changed to show that they were quickly approaching a certain red helicopter.
Izzy and Topher screamed in alarm, then Chris and Chef screamed in the helicopter, then Izzy and Topher screamed again, then Chris and Chef, and finally the helicopter swooped under while the balloon ascended, the two airborne groups safely passing each other.
"Um, Izzy? Bra?" Chris asked into his walkie talkie.
"Watch where you're going!" Izzy shouted.
"Are you sitting on Topher's lap?" Chris followed up, the helicopter moving to keep pace next to the newly-annoyed teens.
"So what?" Izzy replied.
"We've already got one cling-on named Ezekiel Clone," Chris continued. "We do not need two."
"Cling-on?!" Topher exclaimed in outrage. "Give me that walkie talkie!" he yelled as he tried to snatch the radio from Izzy.
"You said we could use whatever the heck we found back at the crash site," Izzy smugly told him.
Chef nodded, and Chris smirked. "Hey, it's your funeral," he told her.
He ended his broadcast there, just as a message came over the helicopter's radio. "Attention, an extreme weather warning has been issued for all aircraft," the voice announced.
Chris shut off the radio, then turned to Chef. "I should probably warn them," the host said, holding a smile for a second or two before he and his assistant burst out in laughter.
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"Who knew winning could be so easy?" Ezekiel said to himself.
"Tickets, please! Tickets!" an unseen man called out, quickly earning Ezekiel's attention.
The announcement was answered by a more familiar voice, explaining "You see, my brother is not a wild animal. He's just a really crazy fool." The shot cut to Mal, standing before a conductor and holding Ezekiel Clone's hoodie as the clone sniffed at the conductor and bared his teeth.
It was then that Ezekiel saw them; immediately locking eyes with Mal in a horizontal split-screen.
"You!" the two exclaimed at the same time.
Mal let Ezekiel Clone go. Ezekiel turned and ran away, and his clone chased after him with Mal following behind.
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"So I bought all of Chris's wigs at an auction!" Topher was saying as the scene cut back to them in the balloon. "I could have used that money to buy myself new clothes!" he finished.
The camera zoomed in on the two. "I do not know why you even idolized him!" Izzy exclaimed.
"I admired his hosting skills and charisma, but I'm done with him after that plane explosion," Topher claimed.
Izzy nodded happily before turning around and looking alarmed. "If we don't move now, we're going to get killed!" she screamed as they flew into a very dark and ominous mass of clouds. A bolt of lightning flashed as they disappeared from view, and the shot cut down to the top of the train as Ezekiel slowly backed up along the roof of a car.
"You won't push me off a speeding train, would you?" he asked as Mal advanced menacingly into the shot.
"I threw Owen off the plane in Jamaica and threw Cody off the cliff in Australia," Mal said as Ezekiel reached the edge of his current car and nervously looked over his shoulder at the gap to the next one. "I have no limits."
"Duncan, Sky, and the others have every right to hate you," Ezekiel said.
"Of course they do!" Mal claimed, advancing enough for Ezekiel to turn and hop to the next car of the train. He nearly lost his balance on the landing, but recovered quickly enough to turn around and proudly face down Mal over the gap. "You were too distracted with impressing Sadie and being cool to even see me coming!"
"But I still made it as far as I did!" Ezekiel replied.
A clap of thunder echoed ominously, and the sky opened up in a downpour of hail. Ezekiel, who'd started backing away again, slipped on one of the icy pellets and fell on his butt with a pained grunt.
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Up in the clouds, Izzy and Topher were also being battered by the elements, screaming as they struggled to keep their balloon aloft in the wind and ice.
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The hail rained down upon the windshield of the helicopter as well, but it only elicited a hearty laugh from the host and pilot. "Uh-oh. Will the game be called on account of deadly weather?" he asked the camera following him. "Will anyone be left to take home the million? Find out right after this break, on Total! Drama! World Tour!"
Lightning flashed right outside the helicopter, earning a panicked yelp from Chris.
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(Commercial Break)
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Hello,
What is the best transition I should do here? Of course that big gap will be filled by a thin plank of LVP. But should I:

• reuse the current PVC-like white transition strip as its color works better here? If yes, it looks like it would have to break the current grout bonding between the tile and the transition strip in order to slide the LVP plank under it (right now there is like 1/4” space underneath, but it’s not possible to slide a plank or to leave enough expansion gap while covering the plank). Would a multi tool with grout blade work here to break the bonding?
  
• use the T-mold that matches the color of LVP?
  

Thank you all very much!

All Values Included: Neon & Mega/Old Exotic Pets/Eggs/Toys/Items
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• LEGENDARY PETS:

Shadow Dragon: 154.00+ NEON: 410.00 MEGA: 1380.00+
Bat Dragon: 125.00+ NEON: 375.00 MEGA: 1135.00
Giraffe: 92.50 NEON: 255.00 MEGA: 815.00
Frost: 61.50+ NEON: 160.00 MEGA: 515.00
Owl: 48.00 NEON: 123.00 MEGA: 450.00+
Parrot: 41.00 NEON: 110.00 MEGA: 345.00
Evil Unicorn: 30.00 NEON: 84.00- MEGA: 285.50
Crow: 29.00 NEON: 82.00 MEGA: 270.85
Arctic Reindeer: 12.00+ NEON: 37.00 MEGA: 113.00
King Monkey: 9.00 NEON: 42.00 MEGA: 160.05
Albino Monkey: 8.50+ NEON: 34.00 MEGA: 106.00
Diamond Butterfly: 8.00+ NEON: 45.00 MEGA: 200.00+
Black Pheasant: 6.75 NEON: 32.75 MEGA: 125.00
Turtle: 6.00+ NEON: 20.00+ MEGA: 61.50
Undead Jousting Horse: 5.25 NEON: 25.25 MEGA: 120.00
Diamond Amazon: 5.00 NEON: 26.00 MEGA: 109.00
Kangaroo: 4.50 NEON: 17.00 MEGA: 52.00
Emperor Gorilla: 4.25 NEON: 20.00 MEGA: 42.00
Diamond King Penguin: 4.00 NEON: 23.00 MEGA: 101.50
Frost Unicorn: 3.75 NEON: 18.00 MEGA: 68.00
Diamond Albatross: 3.50 NEON: 23.40 MEGA: 101.10
Gold Scarab: 3.45+ NEON: 18.05 MEGA: 70.50+
Nessie: 3.25 NEON: 16.75 MEGA: 66.00+
Lava Dragon: 3.00 NEON: 15.25 MEGA: 54.50
Albino Gorilla: 3.00 NEON: 16.00 MEGA: 75.00+
Strawberry Bat Dragon: 2.80 NEON: 14.25 MEGA: 50.50
Capricorn: 2.65 NEON: 15.75 MEGA: 64.00
Sugar Glider: 2.50+ NEON: 15.75 MEGA: 54.00+
Frost Fury: 2.50 NEON: 12.05- MEGA: 36.25-
Winged Tiger: 2.40 NEON: 14.25 MEGA: 47.00
Dancing Dragon: 2.35 NEON: 13.10 MEGA: 42.05
Ninja Monkey: 2.25 NEON: 13.25 MEGA: 45.80+
Golden Chow: 2.20 NEON: 13.00 MEGA: 46.45
Lavender Dragon: 2.15 NEON: 13.00+ MEGA: 42.00+
Tio De Nadal: 2.10 NEON: 11.90 MEGA: 38.10
Gold Penguin: 2.10+ NEON: 11.50 MEGA: 37.65+
Ghost Dragon: 2.05- NEON: 10.50 MEGA: 37.20-
Diamond Lady Bug: 2.05 NEON: 13.05 MEGA: 38.00
Queen Bee: 2.00 NEON: 11.40 MEGA: 43.95+
Candle: 2.00 NEON: 10.00 MEGA: 50.00 TBA
Firefly: 2.00 NEON: 13.20 MEGA: 39.70
Ice Golem: 1.95- NEON: 10.20 MEGA: 35.00
Chameleon: 1.90- NEON: 10.00 MEGA: 36.80
Black Chow: 1.90 NEON: 9.40 MEGA: 36.80+
Gold King Penguin: 1.85 NEON: 9.20 MEGA: 34.00
Squid: 1.75- NEON: 8.05 MEGA: 34.00
Mechapup: 1.75- NEON: 7.90 MEGA: 30.90
Diamond Unicorn: 1.65- NEON: 8.40 MEGA: 30.60+
Phoenix: 1.60 NEON: 7.35+ MEGA: 30.50
T-Rex: 1.60+ NEON: 7.10 MEGA: 29.00
Skele Rex: 1.55- NEON: 6.85- MEGA: 27.50-
Jousting Horse: 1.55- NEON: 6.80 MEGA: 30.00
Lava Wolf: 1.55 NEON: 6.70 MEGA: 28.00
King Bee: 1.40 NEON: 6.50 MEGA: 26.00
Shetland Light Pony: 1.40 NEON: 6.40 MEGA: 27.00
Gold Albatross: 1.35 NEON: 6.30 MEGA: 27.00
Fallow Deer: 1.35+ NEON: 6.25 MEGA: 26.50
Dodo: 1.35 NEON: 6.10 MEGA: 24.00
Chocolate Chow: 1.35 NEON: 6.25 MEGA: 26.00
Yule Log Dog: 1.35 NEON: 5.75 MEGA: 24.00
Naga Dragon: 1.35 NEON: 6.10 MEGA: 23.25
Golden Rat: 1.35 NEON: 6.00 MEGA: 22.00
Shark: 1.30+ NEON: 5.75 MEGA: 20.10
Octopus: 1.30+ NEON: 5.50 MEGA: 20.10
Snow Owl: 1.25 NEON: 4.85 MEGA: 19.10
Hawk: 1.20- NEON: 4.25 MEGA: 18.00
Tree Kangaroo: 1.15 NEON: 4.30 MEGA: 21.50
Unicorn: 1.10+ NEON: 4.25 MEGA: 16.75
Goldhorn: 1.05 NEON: 4.20 MEGA: 23.80+
Axolotl: 1.05+ NEON: 4.70 MEGA: 23.60
Sunrise Duckling: 1.00 NEON: 4.75 MEGA: 20.50
Field Mouse: 1.00 NEON: 4.50 MEGA: 23.00
Green Butterfly: 1.00 NEON: 5.00 MEGA: 22.25
Chimera: 1.00 NEON: 4.40- MEGA: 17.90-
White Amazon: 0.95 NEON: 4.60 MEGA: 19.00
Winged Horse: 0.95 NEON: 4.30 MEGA: 16.50
Lunar Moon Bear: 0.95 NEON: 4.20 MEGA: 16.00
Lion Guardian: 0.90 NEON: 4.80 MEGA: 19.50
Cerberus: 0.90 NEON: 4.75 MEGA: 18.50
Maneki-Neku: 0.90 NEON: 4.20 MEGA: 17.60
Golden Lady Bug: 0.90 NEON: 4.10 MEGA: 17.00
Baku: 0.90 NEON: 4.05 MEGA: 16.50
Alicorn: 0.90 NEON: 3.90 MEGA: 16.25
Peacock: 0.85 NEON: 3.85 MEGA: 16.90
Ice Moth Dragon: 0.85 NEON: 3.75 MEGA: 16.00
Astronaut Gorilla: 0.85 NEON: 3.35 MEGA: 15.70
Diamond Dragon: 0.85 NEON: 3.65 MEGA: 14.70
Robodog: 0.80 NEON: 3.60 MEGA: 15.50
Gold Walrus: 0.80 NEON: 3.50 MEGA: 15.20
Cobra: 0.75 NEON: 3.50 MEGA: 15.05
Green Pheasant: 0.75 NEON: 3.20 MEGA: 15.00
Gold Mummy Cat: 0.75 NEON: 3.50 MEGA: 14.00
Kitsune: 0.70- NEON: 3.20 MEGA: 13.80
Ancient Dragon: 0.70- NEON: 3.15 MEGA: 13.10
Dragonfly: 0.70- NEON: 3.00 MEGA: 11.80
Gold Unicorn: 0.65 NEON: 2.60 MEGA: 11.10
Diamond Griffin: 0.65 NEON: 2.50 MEGA: 10.60
Griffin: 0.60 NEON: 2.35 MEGA: 10.50
Dragon: 0.60- NEON: 2.25 MEGA: 8.80-
Gold Dragon: 0.55- NEON: 2.10 MEGA: 7.30
Gold Griffin: 0.50- NEON: 1.65 MEGA: 7.50
Gold Tiger: 0.45 NEON: 1.50 MEGA: 5.10
Metal-Ox: 0.45 NEON: 1.40 MEGA: 4.75
Minion: 0.40 NEON: 1.35 MEGA: 3.50
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• OLD EXOTIC PETS:

Hedgehog: 15.50+ NEON: 60.10- MEGA: 175.50+
Dalmatian: 9.05+ NEON: 33.20 MEGA: 118.80+
Flamingo: 7.00 NEON: 26.10 MEGA: 104.15+
Lion: 6.50 NEON: 24.25- MEGA: 86.00
Blue Dog: 5.55 NEON: 27.20 MEGA: 85.80+
Elephant: 5.25 NEON: 22.50- MEGA: 65.60
Cow: 4.75+ NEON: 17.00 MEGA: 56.00
Crocodile: 4.25 NEON: 14.75 MEGA: 55.50
Zombie Buffalo: 4.00 NEON: 15.00 MEGA: 55.00
Hyena: 3.25 NEON: 13.00- MEGA: 53.00
Pink Cat: 3.05 NEON: 12.50- MEGA: 40.00-
Puffin: 3.00 NEON: 13.95 MEGA: 52.50
Shrew: 2.90 NEON: 12.50 MEGA: 49.50
Meerkat: 2.70 NEON: 12.00 MEGA: 43.00
Turkey: 2.65 NEON: 11.75 MEGA: 42.65
Royal Spaniel: 2.35 NEON: 11.50 MEGA: 40.00
Platypus: 2.25 NEON: 11.50 MEGA: 39.00
Wild Boar: 2.15+ NEON: 11.60+ MEGA: 38.40
GOAT: 2.10+ NEON: 11.10 MEGA: 37.10+
Llama: 2.10- NEON: 9.15- MEGA: 36.00-
Brown Bear: 2.10 NEON: 9.70 MEGA: 35.80
Arctic Fox: 2.05 NEON: 8.65- MEGA: 34.60+
Glacier Moth: 2.00 NEON: 11.00 MEGA: 34.00+
Pig : 1.90 NEON: 8.50 MEGA: 30.20
Rhino: 1.80- NEON: 7.00- MEGA: 29.00-
Ice Wolf: 1.80 NEON: 7.40 MEGA: 32.40
Irish Spaniel: 1.75 NEON: 7.10 MEGA: 32.20+
Polar Bear: 1.65 NEON: 6.50 MEGA: 27.60+
Capybara: 1.60 NEON: 6.40 MEGA: 26.00+
Yeti: 1.60 NEON: 7.40+ MEGA: 25.90
Sheeep: 1.55 NEON: 6.30 MEGA: 24.50
Goose: 1.55 NEON: 6.20 MEGA: 24.00
Swan: 1.55 NEON: 6.20 MEGA: 23.80
Black Panther: 1.40 NEON: 5.60 MEGA: 22.40
Silly Duck: 1.35 NEON: 5.40 MEGA: 21.60
Chicken: 1.30 NEON: 5.20+ MEGA: 21.00
Border Collie: 1.25 NEON: 5.20 MEGA: 33.00
Drake: 1.20 NEON: 4.90+ MEGA: 19.50
Reindeer: 1.05 NEON: 4.75+ MEGA: 14.90-
Chef Gorilla: 1.05 NEON: 4.20 MEGA: 14.50
Snowball: 1.00 NEON: 4.10 MEGA: 18.90
Karate Gorilla: 1.00 NEON: 4.00 MEGA: 14.00
Albino Bat: 1.00+ NEON: 4.50+ MEGA: 20.50
Purple Butterfly: 1.00+ NEON: 4.45 MEGA: 24.10
Black Springer Spaniel: 0.95+ NEON: 4.45 MEGA: 22.00
Ghost Bunny: 0.95 NEON: 4.25 MEGA: 15.00-
Brown Springer Spaniel: 0.90 NEON: 4.10 MEGA: 20.00
Lamb: 0.85 NEON: 3.90 MEGA: 19.60
Red Squirrel: 0.85 NEON: 3.70 MEGA: 18.40
Chick: 0.80 NEON: 3.60 MEGA: 13.50-
Toy Monkey: 0.80 NEON: 3.50+ MEGA: 18.00
Blue Scarab: 0.80 NEON: 3.45 MEGA: 18.80
Business Monkey: 0.75 NEON: 3.35 MEGA: 18.50
Space Whale: 0.75 NEON: 3.25+ MEGA: 17.50
Lynx: 0.70 NEON: 2.95 MEGA: 16.50
Koala: 0.70 NEON: 2.80 MEGA: 13.00-
Frog: 0.65 NEON: 2.75 MEGA: 12.95
Ram: 0.60+ NEON: 2.70 MEGA: 15.10
Musk-Ox: 0.60 NEON: 2.65 MEGA: 14.00
Mule: 0.60 NEON: 2.60+ MEGA: 14.00+
Black Scarab: 0.60 NEON: 2.45 MEGA: 14.00
Green Amazon: 0.60 NEON: 2.25 MEGA: 14.95
Evil Basilisk: 0.55 NEON: 2.35+ MEGA: 13.75
Sprout Snail: 0.55 NEON: 2.55 MEGA: 14.50
Wolly Rhino: 0.50 NEON: 2.15 MEGA: 12.00
Tan Chow: 0.50 NEON: 2.75 MEGA: 11.50
Gingerbread Reindeer: 0.50 NEON: 2.75+ MEGA: 9.00
Evil Chick: 0.50 NEON: 2.40 MEGA: 8.80
Deinonychus: 0.45 NEON: 2.10 MEGA: 7.20
St. Bernard: 0.45 NEON: 2.00 MEGA: 7.00
Evil Dachshund: 0.45 NEON: 1.90 MEGA: 7.50
Sabretooth: 0.40 NEON: 1.90 MEGA: 7.10
Wolf: 0.40 NEON: 1.85+ MEGA: 7.50
Stegosaurus: 0.40+ NEON: 1.75 MEGA: 7.35
Therapy Dog: 0.40 NEON: 1.75 MEGA: 7.25
Highland Cow: 0.40 NEON: 2.25 MEGA: 9.00+
Rat: 0.35+ NEON: 1.80 MEGA: 7.45
Australian Kelpie: 0.35 NEON: 1.70 MEGA: 7.25
Clownfish: 0.35 NEON: 1.65 MEGA: 6.75
Flower Power Duck: 0.30 NEON: 1.60 MEGA: 6.50
Ibex: 0.30 NEON: 1.55 MEGA: 6.25
Emu: 0.30- NEON: 1.50 MEGA: 6.05
Skele-Dog: 0.25 NEON: 1.45 MEGA: 5.55
Slug: 0.25 NEON: 1.30 MEGA: 5.50
Monkey: 0.25 NEON: 1.25 MEGA: 4.95
Dylophasaurus: 0.25 NEON: 1.25 MEGA: 4.80
Husky: 0.25 NEON: 1.20 MEGA: 4.75
Rock: 0.25+ NEON: 1.15 MEGA: 4.60
Scorpion: 0.20 NEON: 1.10 MEGA: 4.50
Woolly Mammoth: 0.20 NEON: 1.05 MEGA: 4.40
Snow Leopard: 0.20 NEON: 1.00+ MEGA: 4.30
Bat: 0.20 NEON: 0.95 MEGA: 4.10
Triceratops: 0.20+ NEON: 0.90 MEGA: 4.05
Seahorse: 0.20 NEON: 0.85 MEGA: 4.00
Pterodactyl: 0.15 NEON: 0.80 MEGA: 3.75
Glyptodon: 0.10+ NEON: 0.75 MEGA: 3.50
Bandicoot: 0.10 NEON: 0.50 MEGA: 2.75
Ground Sloth: 0.10 NEON: 0.45 MEGA: 2.50
Narwhal: 0.10 NEON: 0.45 MEGA: 2.25
Tasmanian Tiger: 0.10 NEON: 0.40 MEGA: 2.00
Dolphin: 0.10- NEON: 0.40 MEGA: 1.75
Crab: 0.10 NEON: 0.35 MEGA: 1.65
Dingo: 0.10- NEON: 0.35 MEGA: 1.50
Stingray: 0.10 NEON: 0.30 MEGA: 1.45
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➚ = Recent Value Increase Up
➘ = Recent Value Decrease Down
+ = High Demand
- = Low Demand
(ANY OTHER PET NOT HERE/ULTRA RARES ECT: 0.10 NEON: 0.30 MEGA: 1.25
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• OLD NO POTION LEGENDARY PET VALUES:

NO POT Shadow Dragon: 205.25+
NO POT Bat Dragon: 132.00
NO POT Giraffe: 101.65
NO POT Frost: 78.15
NO POT Owl: 51.50
NO POT Parrot: 44.00
NO POT Evil Unicorn: 33.50
NO POT Crow: 31.50
NO POT Hedgehog: 16.50
NO POT Arctic Reindeer: 14.00
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• EXTRA ITEMS/EGGS:

Cloud Rattle: 6,666.00
Neon Black Scooter: 165.00-
Candy Cannon: 125.00-
Broomstick: 50.00-
Safari Egg: 50.00
Tombstone: 40.75
EggBurt Stroller: 35.00
Blue Egg: 29.00
Headless Pumpkin: 24.50
Rocket Sled: 23.75
Ghost Vehicle: 23.50
Pink Egg; 22.00
Jungle Egg: 22.00
Farm Egg: 17.00
Cloud Car: 12.50
Gold X-Mas Present: 12.00
Green X-Mas Present: 8.50
Go-Kart: 7.45
X-Mas Egg: 7.25
Premium Monkey Box: 7.20
Premium Gorilla Box: 5.50
Bunny Carriage: 5.25
Chinese Lantern: 5.00
Quad Stroller: 4.50
Rainbow Maker: 3.55
Bathtub: 3.20
Moped: 3.15
Rat Box: 2.70
CHICK EGG 2020: 2.55
Diamond Egg: 1.80
Moon Car: 1.75
Fly Potion: 1.45
Aussie Egg: 1.40
Bat Box: 1.30
Goblet: 1.00
Ride Potion: 0.95
Rainbow Wand: 0.90
Shadow Bike: 0.80
Dragon Train: 0.75
Fools Egg: 0.55
Fossil Eggs: 0.50
Evil Unicycle: 0.50
Gold Egg: 0.45
Ocean Egg: 0.40
Wolf Box: 0.35
Mythic Egg: 0.30
Pony Box: 0.25
Woodland Egg: 0.25
Japan Egg: 0.15
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Info:
-This List/Chart is just a simple Point Value Based System. Each Pet has a Value from 1-1000, With Easy Math you can determine whether your Offer is W/F/L.
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- The Assigned Points Value on each Pet ARE NOT $$$ Value.
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- This List is not an Absolute Value but merely a guideline to evaluate a trade, or an offer or to get general idea on what's considered a fair offer for pets you're looking to trade for.
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- Just because the offer is considered fair, doesn't mean that the trader will accept them. Some people have preferences on what pets they want or they do not want.
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How To Use The Value List for Trade?
Example 1:
Lets say we want to know what's a Fair Offer for an Evil Uni
According to the List, an Evil Uni has a Value of 30.00
So to Be Fair our Offer should have a Combined Value of around 30.00
An Example can be a Combination of:
-Neon Turtle 20.00
-Neon Dodo 6.10
-Neon Snow Owl 5.50
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Total Offer 31.60 ( Slightly OveFair )
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Example 2:
Lets say we want to know what's a Fair offer for a Winged Tiger
According to the List, a Winged Tiger has a Value of 3. So ( to be Fair )
Our offer should have a combined Value of around 3.
A Lava Dragon ( Valued at 3 ) OR A Pink Cat ( Valued at 3.05 )
Would be Considered a Fair Offer
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Example 3:
( These Values are NOT reflective of Pet $$$ Value)
-That Being Said if you have Issue with Values and Points;
An Easy way is to Think About it as a Dollars And Cents
T-Rex: 1.50= $1.50, That's a $1 and .50 Cents,
Gold Mummy Cat: .50 = .50 Cents
If you have (3) Gold Mummy Cats 3 x .50= $1.50, Fair Trade for T-Rex
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-8 Major Websites use These Values
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ADOPT ME LEGENDARY VALUES ( UPDATED 6/1/2023 )
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Title: Red Velvet Cake: An Objective Case for its Superiority over Carrot Cake
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