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The Something Awful Forums > Archives > Comedy Goldmine > Thunderdome 2015teen: Weekly Stories with Positive People
Fanky Malloons
Is your social worker inside that horse?
OP needs more swears and pictures of Tina Turner being glittery and pouting in the post-apocalyptic desert. B+, would probably Dome again I GUESS.
# ¿ Dec 31, 2014 23:34
# ¿ Jan 18, 2022 02:31
Nubile Hillock posted:
# ¿ Jan 3, 2015 02:38
sebmojo posted:
Crits are for anyone who wants to do them, chimp.
And they're also a good way to develop a painful awareness of the flaws in your own writing. Chomp.
Mercedes posted:
Who are my killers?
Yes. Me. I will do the thing.
(Semi) serious anthropological question: When you say monkey, are you including great apes, or only the lesser primates?
Mr.48 posted:
This is the Thunderdome, if you want to write about a monkey hitman then stop being a little bitch and write about a goddamn monkey hitman. Who cares if Mercedes gives you permission?
SurreptitiousMuffin posted:
pre-emptive "shut up, sebmojo"
add this to the OP too imo
I understand why not being a douchebag might be tough for you though.
SHUT UP YOU STUPID VIRGIN.
Mercedes Monkeybrawl
Not My Circus 1588 words (sorrynotsorry)
BZZZT.
"Oh my God," sighed Miranda, "If it's that goddamned Brazilian again, I will lose my poo poo."
"Charlie!" she called, "Phone!"
"Charlie get the goddamned phone!" she shrieked, baring her teeth.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Charlie slid out of the ring where she had been practicing elbow drops from the top rope, and waddled across the gym towards Miranda's table.
BZZ- Charlie flipped open the phone, hit the answer button, and held it out.
"Put it on speaker," hissed Miranda, "how many times do I have to tell you?" She shook her head and scooted closer to the phone,
"Reni, I wasn't kidding when I said I would add $50,000 to your bill every time you call me."
Reni ignored her, yammering away in Portuguese. Miranda covered her eyes with her palms, taking deep, calming breaths while she waited for Reni to stop talking.
""Allo?" he said, finally "Miranda, are you there?"
"Reni," Miranda said levelly, "I am a professional, I know what I'm doing. Stop. loving. Calling me."
She punched the disconnect button and stuck both middle fingers up at the phone.
"This one's jumpy, eh?" said Charlie.
Miranda grimaced, "He thinks we can't pull it off in Ciudad Jaurez. Says it's too risky. I swear he only thinks that because I'm a woman."
"Well, he has a point," Charlie shrugged, tugging at her mask, "I mean, killing a pretty dangerous guy at a public event, where he'll be surrounded by other pretty dangerous guys?"
"Don't you dare take that off," snapped Miranda, "and don't you dare agree with that idiot. Everything's going to go exactly according to the plan - we'll do the hit, and I'll get that sonofabitch who turned me into a loving monkey."
That sonofabitch was Ramón Alvarez, a man who looked and acted like a backyard bred chihuahua on stilts. He was short, skinny, whined a lot, and had tried to buy Miranda a drink in a bar in Guadalajara, which she refused.
"Don't you know who I am?" he pouted.
"Yes, actually," said Miranda, "it's why I don't want to drink with you. Besides," she smoothed her hair, checking her disguise in the bar mirror, "I'm working."
Ramón sucked his teeth, spat, and turned away "Whore," he muttered at her reflection.
"You wish."
Unfortunately, who Ramón was was actually a pretty big deal. His infinitely more attractive and charming older brother, Hector, was a local crime lord with lofty ambitions, a man who dreamed of expanding his Guadalajaran drug- and human smuggling-based fiefdom to the rest of Mexico, and maybe even all of South America. He wanted to be the biggest of the big -- numero uno -- and Ramón was his numero dos. Though he lacked the gifts of beauty, charm, and the ability to see women as people, Ramon apparently possessed a large amount of skill as a witch doctor.
That skill, combined with Ramón's evidently fragile ego, led to Miranda waking up the next morning in the body of a capuchin monkey, with a barely-legible note slipped under her hotel room door congratulating her on being "a peic of garbaj vermine", because Ramón wasn't blessed with skill of literacy either.
"Oh my gosh!" shrieked Charlie, "You're so cute! I can carry you in my purse!"
"No, you can not." said Miranda, staring in horror at her tiny, horny fingernails. "God, this is so embarrassing. It's a good thing we finished that contract last night. Jesus Christ. A loving monkey. Who does that?"
"Did we cross yet?" asked Miranda from the depths of Charlie's oversized purse.
"No, shut up," Charlie whispered back.
"You don't have to whisper. This is the Mexican border, they don't care if you're crazy."
"Shhh!"
Miranda huffed and curled up in a corner of the purse, "Telling me to shut up, you shut up," she muttered, plucking at her tail. She could hear Charlie talking to a border guard now. He was very excited to meet La Niña, the world's only midget luchadora and wanted to know if he could have her autograph, and maybe a picture? Miranda rolled her eyes. Being a monkey wasn't the worst thing that had ever happened to her, but it
was pretty high up on the list.
"Can I take the mask off, I'm sweating like a pig."
"No, a luchadora never show her face."
Charlie sighed, "As a Canadian, I want you to know that this level of heat exposure is literally torture."
"At least you don't have fur! Help me with my backpack. Do we have everything in place?"
They were backstage at the Reye del Ciudad tournament, getting ready. Charlie tightened the straps of Miranda's tiny backpack, and scratched her ear.
"You good to go?" she asked.
"Yeah. You all warmed up?"
"Getting there" Charlie shadow-boxed, hopping from foot to foot, "I've still got time."
"Okay. But don't overdo it. You've gotta get back and deal with security fast ASAP after your match."
"I know," Charlie rolled her head from side to side, "I got this." She held out her fist and Miranda bumped it.
"I'll see you later then."
The floor was sticky with what Miranda really hoped was just beer. She grabbed a discarded scarf as she worked her way towards the Alvarez brothers and spread it beneath her as she waited to make her move, watching Hector work his way up and down the rows in his section, talking business with his fellow lowlifes. His face lit up with delight when they announced the next match, featuring La Niña, and he hurried to his seat.
Miranda sighed as she prepared the tiny syringe of poison. She would never admit it, but she had the biggest schoolgirl crush on Hector. But a contract was a contract, and here he was in shorts and sandals as if the universe itself couldn't wait for Miranda to jab a deadly neurotoxin into his lovely, exposed ankle.
"Sorry dude," she whispered as she pushed the plunger home. The needle was so fine, Hector didn't even notice.
Discarding her backpack, Miranda leapt up to the back of Ramón's seat and then onto his shoulder.
"Hey fuckface," she whispered in his ear, "Your brother's gonna die if you don't change me back in the next 15 minutes."
"I don't believe you," said Ramón, not taking his eyes off the match. La Niña was dominating. Hector roared his approval, wobbled, and fell back into his seat. Miranda dropped the spent syringe into Ramón's lap.
"You've heard of anatoxin-a? AKA the Very Fast Death Factor?"
Ramón paled, watching Hector wave his hands drunkenly in front of his eyes.
"I just shot him up with enough to drop a cow. You'd better come with me if you want the antidote." Miranda hopped down to the floor and looked up at Ramón, "It's not called the Very Fast Death Factor for no reason."
The crowd jumped to their feet, screaming and cheering as La Niña pinned her opponent and won the match.
Back in the locker room, two of Hector's goons draped him gently on a bench then stood gaping at Miranda.
"Get the gently caress out," she snapped, "this is between me and little brother."
The goons stared.
"Go," said Ramón, "guard the door."
"Alright," said Miranda as soon as the door closed, "You probably have about 5 minutes, so I hope your little curse doesn't take long to reverse."
"Bitch," Ramón hissed, "I should have turned you into a cockroach and then stepped on you."
"Is right now really the time for regret? The antidote is in that locker up there, and I can't open it with these tiny monkey hands."
Ramón growled and grabbed an amulet that was hanging around his neck. Something thumped outside, and a high pitched wail was abruptly cut off. Ramon was muttering in a language that Miranda wasn't familiar with, his eyes rolled back in his head. He dropped the amulet and crushed it beneath his heel, and the floor was suddenly much further away from Miranda's face. She looked down and saw pink, human feet, then
she looked up and saw Ramón staring at her naked body.
"Ugh, are you honestly that much of a creep?"
She shoved past Ramón, grabbing a towel off the wall and wrapping it around her chest as she strode to the locker and spun the combination lock. She put together a new syringe, and pressed it into Ramón's hand.
"Inject him in the neck. It'll take about 5 minutes to start working. Maybe you can think about how to handle rejection better while you wait."
"gently caress you," Ramón whined, kneeling next to his stricken brother.
"gently caress you more," said Miranda over her shoulder as she closed the door behind her.
Outside, Charlie was crouched, panting, in the midst of a pile of groaning security goons.
"Wow," said Miranda, "How tired are you on a scale of one to ten?"
Charlie stood up and pulled off her mask, "What did you do?"
"I told Ramón I was giving him an antidote."
"There is no antidote for anatoxin-a."
"I know," Miranda picked her way through the maze of splayed limbs on the floor, "It was potassium cyanide. God, Ramón is stupid."
Charlie grunted in agreement, "You know people say he can turn himself into a jaguar though?"
"Yeah, about that," said Miranda. There was a crash and a deep growl from inside the locker room, "I hope you're not too tired to run."
I shall meditate upon your monkey words and get to work on the video crit in the morn.
Yo Mercedes, I know you're probs busy coming up with sick dad jokes and whatnot, but I believe there's an unofficial rule about FAST JUDGING around here??

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A few weeks ago, one of our Chicago staff members wrote about his tour through a Hasidic community in the borough of Brooklyn, New York. It provided a window into a fascinating and thriving Orthodox Jewish community, a subculture about which most people know very little.
Sadly, it is also a community under siege. Perhaps one of the most underreported stories in the news today involves a drastic rise in violent anti-Semitism in Brooklyn. The problem has become so serious that it recently led the Brooklyn borough president to comment, "The uptick in hate crimes in this borough is a blemish on this entire city and this entire country, and it's a blemish that we're not going to live with … We cannot ignore the crimes. We have to report them the way they are. We can't sugarcoat it."
More than half of the hate crimes reported in New York City this year have involved attacks targeting Jews. Most of these attacks have been against Hasidim, whose characteristic black hats and suits and side curls immediately identify them as observant, Orthodox Jews. There have been too many attacks to mention all of them here, but just looking at several in the past three months paints a stark picture: In September, an Orthodox Jewish man was slapped in the face with a belt by two men shouting anti-Semitic slurs. In October, a passing cyclist stopped a Jewish man on the street, slapped him, and called him a "dirty Jew." Last month, Jewish men and boys were assaulted in a series of nighttime attacks. Many of these attacks have been captured on video by surveillance cameras, so we know this is not hearsay — the evidence is all too real and brutal.
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Then the Pittsburgh synagogue shooting happened. Then a man tried to run down two men emerging from a Los Angeles synagogue. Then the shooting at a Poway, California synagogue happened. And now, on the streets of one of America's great cities, a Jewish community lives in fear, walking the streets while looking constantly over their shoulders, wondering whether the footsteps they hear behind them might be thugs ready to attack them simply because they are Jews. Wondering if the car that pulls up to the curb is full of men who will attack. Wondering if a rock might shatter their car window as they drive down the crowded streets of this congested New York borough.
We may have told ourselves (to borrow the title of a Sinclair Lewis novel) that "it can't happen here." But the message of these stories that much of the media — outside of the Jewish media — seems to pay little attention to is simple and disturbing: it can happen here. We ignore the message at our peril.
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Q: Authlogic_OAuth fails with error "uninitialized constant UserSession::OAuth" in Rails 3 I've gotten my application to work (i.e. sign_in and sign_up) with Authlogic and I'm now trying to add support for OAuth through the Authlogic_OAuth gem. I've gotten all of the basics set up (I think) and I've added a "Login with Twitter" button to my landing page. The problem is that when I click the button I get this error:
 uninitialized constant UserSession::OAuth

with the application trace:
app/models/user_session.rb:17:in `oauth_consumer'
app/controllers/user_sessions_controller.rb:23:in `create'

The function that is failing is in my user_session model:
# authlogic_oauth hacks
# Twitter example
def self.oauth_consumer
  OAuth::Consumer.new("TOKEN", "SECRET",
      { :site => "http://twitter.com",
        :authorize_url => "http://twitter.com/oauth/authenticate"})
end

I'm pretty new to rails and ruby so I don't quite understand where this namespace collision is coming from or how to solve it. Any help would be greatly appreciated.

A: OK, I figured it out. The problem is that OAuth::Consumer is not defined withing authlogic_oauth. It's actually defined in the oauth gem. so I updated my Gemfile to:
gem 'authlogic', '2.1.6'
# set up oauth capabilities. Note: :lib is replaced with :require in rails 3
gem 'authlogic-oauth', '1.0.8', :require => 'authlogic_oauth'
gem 'oauth', '0.4.4'

then run:
bundle install

and, don't forget to restart the rails server so that it reloads the gems from the Gemfile.

A: Try to change OAuth to ::OAuth. The colons mean that you want to access OAuth from outside your class. It was searching from your class.

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Anyway, with those great close up versions of the caterpillars from books, we all learnt so much more! From those picture studies, the kids were encouraged to draw from what they observed. Only A's drawing was put up as i didn't manage to exhibit the other kids' works and J had given up halfway and ruined his work due to the lack of time. I respected his decision to not put up his work and his wish on not making a second attempt of the drawing. Afterall, he is the artist not me. There would be other opportunities for encouragement in completing what he had started.
Each child had selected a fruit of their choice to paint first hand. Jo picked his strawberry and began painting the background and the darker tones. Afterwhich he traced the shape of the strawberry and i helped him cut out the shape. (For this activity, the objective is in the painting and not the cutting) He also made his pom pom caterpillar with a thread, toothpicks and saga seeds.
A was the one who suggested how we should put up the painting of their fruits on the tree branch as well so that it will look like the caterpillar is trying to 'eat his orange'. His orange was also surrounded by many more ants and caterpillars carrying their loot and he even explained that the ants were perspiring because of the heavy load they had to carry! I had only asked him to add some details that was on the orange and he initiated the rest of the drawings. I was like, mmmm interesting… On the right, he was busy attacking the real mandarin specimen with his paints after he had completed his painting. Great sensory play.
The boys playing with their own creations dramatising the story of their own.
I got all three of my kids to make the no cook playdough from scratch for the art lesson. They learnt how to measure the correct amount of ingredients and learnt how much work was involved in the process.
On the left, was A's attempt on recreating the very hungry caterpillar scene while J was contented to make this very tiny caterpillar which is actually the size of his palm (this is a close up) and just playing a ball of dough throwing it around. The whole group had different versions of the caterpillar and also made up other imagined items along the way. The goal was to expose them to moulding forms and understanding the difference between a form and a flat surface. The soft and smooth playdough is a great start!
The kids also went for a nature walk to pick leaves fresh and dried ones for their sensory play and installation.
This idea was derived from http://theimaginationtree.com/category/hungry-caterpillar. I do not have the beautiful wooden toys but i had other items that was fun as well. I added my own pebbles, some eraser food and fruits which were tiny and fun to hold. I also added the handmade caterpillar and butterfly which were done by A and me when he was only 2 and a half yrs old. As for the green rice, you can easily dye it green by adding a few drops of food colouring and a generous squirt of hand sanitiser or alcohol. To top up the art experience, we had a fruit tasting party on one of the session.
Can you predict what were their next action after this??
May you have showers of blessings indeed!


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Barbara Obermayer–Pietsch
Professor of Endocrinology and Osteology at the Medical University Graz, Austria. Head of Endocrinology Lab Platform and EndoGeneLab, Deputy Head of Department of Endocrinology and Metabolism at the University Hospital Graz. Research clinician involved in basic, translational and epidemiological research. Head of the 5–years Comet Project "BioPersMed" (Biomarkers of personalized medicine). 142 articles in peer–reviewed journals (both as Obermayer–Pietsch or as Pietsch B) with about 3000 citations. President elect of the German Society of Osteology (2015–), Secretary of the Austrian Society of Endocrinology 2012–2014, board member 2014–. Numerous research prizes. Member of EU FP7 consortia, steering committees and funding organisations. Reviewer for bone–focused and endocrine journals. Reviewer for national and international official research institutions.
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Committee Structure and Composition
Peter Pietschmann, Co-Chair
Olivier Peyruchaud
Andrea Burden, ECTS Academy
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Graham Williams, Co-Chair
Nadia Rucci
Outi Mäkitie
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14.a.4 Out of Time
Posted on December 31, 2019 by tieshaunn
Not so long before the Crocell Fight
Jared stood in the elevator, holding Kizzy's hand. He was wearing his costume, without the helmet and gloves, while she was wearing one of her favorite outfits, a red and white sweater dress with a built-in hood, white pantyhose and equally red-and-white sneakers that were so clean, they looked to be brand new. Her blonde hair was done up in a complex arrangement of loops and braids that their step mother had had way too much fun working on, framing her freshly scrubbed face, with just a little lip gloss to add an accent.
He'd just slicked his hair back with some gel, as he usually did. The style carefully chosen and maintained, but only requiring minuscule effort to do so, unlike Kizzy's ever-changing, ever-evolving looks.
Her grip on his hand tightened as the elevator approached the Junior's common level, though even if she'd put her all into it, she could never have achieved anything remotely sufficient to even discomfort him.
"Are you nervous?" he asked, doing his best to sound casual, rather than concerned.
She looked up at him like he'd just grown a second head. "Of course I'm nervous, Jar Jar! How can you not be? We're going to meet the princess of pop! THE Polymnia! The one who made 'Armaterrium' and 'Cascade of Moonglow' and, and, and are you laughing at me?" She pouted, glaring upwards at him.
It was freaking adorable. Moreover, it was… it was heartwarming in a way he'd have trouble putting into words, if he'd even ever tried.
After a whole year of not talking, barely making a sound except to scream, she'd finally, finally started to recover. Now she mostly behaved like a normal girl again. More restrained and quiet than she'd used to be, but still, worlds ahead of where she'd been for the first year after their parents' death.
The team had helped, a great deal. Particularly Bismuth, who'd taken a particular interest in the situation and had made a point of building a relationship with her. She'd involved her in stuff Jared could not for the life of him figure out how to do right, like taking her on one of those overly elaborate and stupidly over-plotted shopping sprees she tended to organize once a month, and other stupidly girly stuff that Kizzy seemed to just adore.
Whatever makes her happy again. Even if it drives me insane.
The elevator stopped and let them out into the antechamber, of sorts, to the Junior's lounge. Just a small, oval room leading to a sliding double door, for visitors to wait in case the Juniors had to put masks on (or do some last-minute cleanup, a task which usually fell on Jared, for obvious reasons, or lately also the Princess, for equally obvious ones).
Not that it was an issue here. Kizzy already knew nearly everyone on the team by name, excluding Kitty (whom rarely wore her own face anyway), Osore (who didn't care), the Princess (she didn't have a secret identity anyway) and Jugs, whom had agreed to unmask to her.
"You ready, Kizzy?" he asked, barely able to keep acting cool now that they were so close to springing the surprise.
"Yesssss!" she replied, nodding her head like only younger kids could, like there was less bone and more rubber in their necks. "Best Birthday Present!" she added, looking up at him with shining eyes.
Agh, so adorable! he thought, but just grinned. "Well, let's not keep her waiting, she is kind of a busy person."
Which was an understatement. Sometimes he wondered whether that girl would get out of her lab at all, outside of going out in costume, if it wasn't for the Princess or the Buttboy dragging her out for this or that.
And he'd thought a Contriver like the Buttboy was obsessive about his work…
"Yes, let's!" She gave that boneless nod again, eyes fastened on the door.
Time to shine.
He kicked his power into effect, adding the whole nine seconds he'd trained his power up to be capable of onto each second that passed.
The world beyond his immediate surroundings blurred, as if his eyes were bad again, and he wasn't wearing his helmet to have the visor counteract the effect, but it didn't matter.
He'd made sure that Kizzy wasn't gripping tightly onto his fingers, as otherwise, he'd have been stuck – each second he added cut down the effect he could have on the world outside his power, and the effect the world had on him. Add one second, cut it down to half. Two seconds, and it's cut down to a third.
Nine seconds, and he only had one tenth of the effect he ought to have on the world – and was protected from nine tenths himself.
Sliding his hand out of Kizzy's, he sauntered forward and touched the doors, pushing more seconds from his store into them, to bring them up to his time and be able to affect them normally.
He opened them, one after the other, immediately releasing them from his power, so as not to waste precious seconds on them. The room beyond was decorated all over with streamers, balloons and a huge banner saying 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KIZZY!' in rainbow-colored, glitter-covered letters.
The others were all lined up, in costume but with their masks off (save for the princess, whom didn't wear one anyway), already poised to cheer; Melody stood in the center, arms spread wide, an infectuous smile on her face, in just those skintight pink pieces she wore under her power armor, basically an athletic crop top and biker shorts, as well as a pair thigh-high pink socks and blue shoes.
Damn, she looks good.
He often wished his power would let him stop time for real, so he could just walk over and take a closer look, freely, but unfortunately, they'd still see him move as a blur, and…
Well, he had to stick to subtler ways of using his power to oogle the ladies, when he bothered to hide it behind his power at all.
Anyway, today's not the day for that, dear hormones.
He sighed, jogging over to his team and taking up the empty spot to the left and slightly in front of the songstress, dropping down on one knee, gesturing at her with both hands in a theatric fashion, finally taking a deep breath before he allowed time to resume.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KIZZY!" everyone shouted, except for Osore, whom just said it in his usual deadpan tone.
Still, it all but bowled Kizzy over.
Half an hour later, Jared was leaning against the wall, a chilled bottle of root beer in hand, watching and listening as Melody played a song she hadn't yet released for the wide-eyed, slack-jawed Kizzy perched atop Bakeneko, whom looked like an over-sized, rainbow-furred unicorn-cat.
The song was pretty nice, even if he preferred music with lyrics and a beat.
He was so absorbed in watching and listening, he didn't immediately notice it when the princess slid, literally slid over to lean against the wall next to him, nursing a glass of fizzy cherry juice.
Like always, he felt both excited and nervous at her proximity. On one hand, she really, truly, was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, and that skintight bodysuit she always wore, though thicker than was usual, did little to hide and a lot to emphasize it. She'd told them about her power, how it worked, how it had aged her up and matured her, in body and mind, then frozen her for years, then given her another growth spurt, then kept her prepubescent for years again… and so on, point being that her power had literally reshaped and refined her appearance from day one.
Jared hadn't said so out loud, but he quietly disagreed. He wasn't anywhere near as smart as the princess, or jugs, or even buttboy and boss man (Jury was still out on Osore, but he was at least sure he was smarter than the kitty), but God damn it, he was a dedicated student of the female form, and he'd always paid particular attention to female Adonises (and wasn't he glad that they now had a new term for that, calling females Adonises was weird), so he knew all the signs of an Adonis power's effect. There were always tells, that let him pick out whom was beautiful due to their power and whom was merely naturally gorgeous with near-perfect accuracy – he'd even caught a supervillainess once, that way, when he'd realized the hottie whose butt and legs he'd been oogling also had a too-perfect face, and…
Well, it was mostly in the face. And he could tell, looking at the princess' face, that she was most likely just plain that pretty. For one, she looked almost exactly like her mother, to the point where the two of them could probably pass for twins, with some hair dye, or at least as siblings rather than mother and daughter and oh god the images that conjoured in his head quick think of baseball, think of baseball.
He blinked, averting his eyes from her, almost missing the knowing smile on her lips.
Point being, there was precedent for beauty in her family (even if no one knew what the Dark looked like, there were pictures of his mother, and his sisters, and of Lady Light's mother, and of course of Lady Light herself, so…
That was strike one against that theory.
Strike two was that her face was interesting. The faces of Adonises, particularly female ones, could get kind of… repetitive, even with racial differences in the mix. The same ideals were applied to them all. It wasn't like they were always perfect, but… close enough.
The princess's face was not quite so ideal. Her lower lip was a little too thick, her mouth just a touch too wide, her eyes just a hair too big, her cheeks not quite full enough. Tiny imperfections which actually made her look even better than most Adonises, because one's eyes would get hung up on them, instead of just passing over her face. Drawing attention and interest.
Especially those lips. God damn do I wish I could kiss them…
He realized that his eyes had drifted over to her again, to her lips in particular. Which turned up at the corners in a smirk.
"Having naughty thoughts again, Beach Boy?" she asked with more amusement in her voice than on her face, which was blushing lightly.
"Can you blame me? I never said I had an issue with your appearance," he replied, a little more caustically than he'd intended to in is effort to cover up his own embarrassment.
"Nah," she said with a shrug, which of course drew his eyes downwards for a few precious moments. "I'm used to it. There's like, four boys in our age range that I've met who've never oogled me, and two of them are gay." She nodded towards said couple, whom were cuddled up on a couch and enjoying
"Four?" His eyes felt like they were going to pop out of his skull. He looked her up and down, from head to toe, with as meaningful a look as he could muster. "And only two of them are gay? Who're the other two, Eunuchs?"
She blushed, rather adorably he had to say, looking away. "B-brennus and Os- Goudo."
His eyes snapped over to the tall Japanese boy – almost a guy, really, he was going to be eighteen soon – standing behind the festivities, watching without watching, completely expressionless while he wore a red, white and blue party hat not unlike Jared's own (even the princess wore one, though he'd missed it at first as his eyes had been focused… lower) and just… stood there, with about as much motion about him as a stone statue, holding a tray with drinks and snacks up within easy reach of his girlfriend and Kizzy.
Jared could totally buy that he wouldn't show any reaction to the princess, even if she were to walk around stark naked.
The princess… stark naked…
A sharp snap of black-clad fingers in front of his eyes pulled him out of Heaven and back onto the cold, dreary Earth.
"Earth to Beach Boy! You've literally started to drool," she admonished him, sounding half annoyed and half amused.
"Uh, uhm… sorry. Uh. You didn't…" He looked at her, worriedly. They'd already established that she could simply follow along into his time dillation, so if she got pissed, there'd be nothing at all he could do to get away.
"No, I didn't look. I don't want to know, though I can imagine what kind of thought got you distracted," she explained, while he wiped the drool off of his chin.
"W-well… anyway, uh… I guess I can totally buy Goudo acting like that… but Brennus, too? Are the hotties he hangs out with enough for him, or what?"
She giggled, at that, hiding it behind taking a sip of cherry juice from her glass. "Actually, according to Tyche, he won't even look at her, even when she's trying to get his attention by prancing around their base in the nude. He just tells her to put some clothes on."
The sight of the red juice on her lips, and then her tongue licking it off, distracted him thoroughly enough that it took a few seconds for those words to register to him.
"Wait, what!? Is he a robot, or what?" he asked, incredulous, as he imagined that red-headed hottie Tyche trying to get his attention by going around in the nude…
She wouldn't really have to try.
"No, he's flesh and blood," she replied, flatly. "Maybe some guys can control themselves, eh, eh?" She poked his side with her elbow, playfully.
He could only snort in response. "Yeah, no. Maybe there's one guy out there whom can do it, but two, and in the same city? There ain't no odds steep enough to describe how unlikely that is."
She leaned away from him again, raising her glass. "How do you explain that we have two of them around, then?"
"Osore's clearly secretly a robot built by Brennus to infiltrate the UH," he stated, just as she was taking a sip of juice.
Irene sputtered something between a laugh and a groan, as cherry-red juice shot out of her lips and nose, and onto her costume's top.
"Oh God that hurrrrrrrtssss!" she complained, raising a hand to her nose, as the fizzy liquid dripped out of it.
Jared couldn't hold it in, he started to laugh at the sight as she shook her head like a wet dog, silky black hair whipping this way and that.
Then her power kicked in, and an odd distortion started at her head and travelled downward, distorting any parts it travelled over slightly, as if one was looking at them as a magnifying glass went over, drawing the juice away from her lower face and out of her nose.
The effect travelled downwards, distorting and unraveling the part of her cloak that was clasped around her throat, pulling the juice right out, drop by drop, from among the threads, then it travelled downward (along with Jared's eyes), unravelling the portion above her chest, giving him the briefest glimpse of her… assets… as well as something glimmering between.
Before the effect could travel further downward and reveal them in full, though, it finished its work and dissipated, taking the juice along to nowhere.
This time, the princess blushed properly, wrapping her arms around her ample charms.
"You know, you could at least pretend not to stare, sometimes," she complained with the cutest pout and glower this side of Kizzy.
"Naaah," he replied with his best shit-eating grin. He was going to enjoy this memory for a long time.
She grumbled in response, pulling out her small canister of pills, popping one of them, then a second one right after, and washing them down with a more careful sip of juice. "You have no shame at all, do you?"
"Oh, I have plenty of shame all around, just not when it comes to appreciating the fair sex," was his answer to that question.
This time, she could only roll her eyes. She didn't leave, though, and it wasn't like she had to hang out around him, so he figured she either wanted something, or else he wasn't being too much of a jerk.
"So, speaking of stuff I just saw…"
"If you make a crack about my breasts, I will turn you into a guinea pig, wrap you up and give you to your sister as her new pet," she threatend him with a glare.
He raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Never. Your boobs are perfect, what is there to joke about?" That got him another blush.
"So are Melody's, and you constantly tease her."
"She's a fourteen-year-old with size G's bordering on H, there is a LOT to make fun of," he defended his humor. "You're a B+ to C-, there's really nothing to say there other than that they look just perfect."
Her blush was getting positively fluorescent now. "How the fudge do you know our sizes? Have you been going through our underwear drawyers or what?!"
"You don't have an underwear drawyer I could go through, on account of the fact that you don't wear underwear, which, by the way, I completely approve of." He gave her a double thumbs-up. "I wouldn't need to anyway, though; I'm a devoted student of the female form and my uncle taught me long since how to tell any woman's sizes at a glance."
"Your uncle sounds like a perv."
"That's because he was a super-perv, by his own admission," he shot back with a wistful smile.
She deflated again, probably putting together why he was speaking of him in the past tense.
So he pressed on in order to distract her, before things could get uncomfortable. "Aaaa-ny-way, what I meant to say is, I saw the one thing you do wear under that costume. Is that just for show, or are you actually a believer?" he asked her, in a much softer tone of voice.
"Oh. Um… yeah. I mean… it's complicated, but… I do believe in something. Just not entirely sure what, exactly," she explained. "Not sure how much I believe, either. But I like the teachings – care for others, don't get hung up on the short term – and I like the music."
"Can I see it?" he asked curiously.
She nodded, pulling on the collar of her costume to reach within. This time, he did avert his eyes, not that he could've seen much.
Taking the thin, golden chain off her neck, she held it out to him, and he picked up the small cross, looking at it on the palm of his hand.
It was only about as long as half his middle finger, and apparently wrought out of pure gold, three strands of the metal wound around each other in an elaborate pattern, tightly, forming the cross like a living tree that'd been shaped as it grew; it held a single jewel at its center, a tiny sapphire of the exact same shade as her eyes. The chain was much simpler in design, yet no less delicately worked.
"This is gorgeous," he spoke, in awe at the artistry. "Where'd you get it?" He handed the precious jewelry back to her, and she put it on again.
"Dad made it for me," she explained softly. "It's a family tradition – every male Goldschmidt is supposed to know how to work gold, so when he was young, he spent a week learning it from his father and mastering it."
"That's… an interesting tradition. Though I guess it is in the name, and all," he observed, quietly, as always feeling rather weird to talk about the freaking King of Supervillains like he was just another dad, or hearing her talk about him that way.
She nodded. "I'm not really a Goldschmidt, nor a boy, but I'll learn it, too, once I can figure out how to practice it without my power just giving me the skill."
"Cool," he replied simply, handing it back to her.
He drank from his cup, looking away to focus on the festivities. Kizzy was still listening to the music, looking just ecstatic.
"My parents used to send me to Sunday school every week, after making me sit through the service. I hated it. So many of my friends didn't have religious families and got to hang out and play, and I had to study the bible and listen to that boring old priest talk about God and Jesus and stuff."
The words summoned memories, of the room sunday school had taken place in, a room in the old community center that'd been built right next to the church. Red brick walls, red tile floor, wooden chairs with aged cushions that were sat through so thoroughly, they may as well have sat directly on the wood, and Father Maximillian, one of the most boring people he'd ever known, with those horrible horn-rimmed glasses, droning on and on about stuff.
"Then came… well, you know. Your sister," he continued, trying not to be biting about it for once. She still flinched at the mention. "And I guess if I wanted to fulfill every stereotype, I could take that either as confirmation that God didn't exist after all because why would he allow it, or it was God's will, or… whatever… I still prayed, for Kizzy's sake, even though I didn't and don't believe. She's better now, though, so…"
He shook his head, interrupting his rambling. The princess's eyes were focused quite intently on him, for a change, rather than the other way around, and he just knew she was taking it in in detail, rather than just acting like she was listening.
"Anyway… dunno," he summed up his feelings on the matter. "How do you do it? Believe? Why do you think it makes sense?"
She shrugged, and then smiled at him, and it was the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen, short of Kizzy's every one, of course.
"I don't know. But if I ever do figure out God and Faith and all those things, I'll be sure to tell you."
He snorted. "Well, you're way brainier than me – maybe you will figure it out."
"That's so nice of you to say." She actually batted her eyelashes at him.
They fell quiet again, both of them focusing on and enjoying the performance.
Well, she might have been. Jared himself felt… contemplative. There was a question at the tip of his tongue, and he kind of didn't want to ask it. Didn't want to spoil the mood, because damn it, she could be such good company and this wasn't supposed to be a heavy kind of day.
"Hey, Jared."
He turned, a little surprised she'd actually use his name.
She smiled, wrily, at him. "I don't need superpowers to tell you're bothered by something, so out with it," she told him.
Well… might as well…
"So," he temporized, taking a deep breath. "You're… kind of Christian. You believe in the lessons it teaches and all." She nodded. "And you're, quite obviously, a superhero," he continued, turning his head away to seemingly watch the show, though he wasn't really paying attention to it. She nodded again. "So, um… and I guess, feel free to tell me to fuck off, but… how does that work… with your Dad?" He looked at her out of the corner of his eyes.
"Ah…" Her shoulders slumped, her usually flawless posture gone. With her head lowered, her fine black hair hid her facial expression from him, like a black curtain, though he was pretty sure it wasn't a happy one. "It's… complicated. I mean… he's still my dad, you know? I know he's done horrible things… and he still does pretty bad things… though everyone always tells me he's been much nicer and way less villainish since I was born… but I don't want to use that as an excuse, like I'm being nice to him just to keep him on the straight and narrow-ish… but… you know…"
It was kind of cute how she flailed to find the right words, even if the subject matter was heavy.
"I think, what it comes down to, is two things. One is, and it's not a good thing, but it's a true thing, he's never been evil to me or in front of me, not really. Not beyond being a really annoying jerk prone to pranks and poking people until they snap. Everyone always tells me what a horrible monster he's been, and still can be, but it doesn't feel real, you know? It doesn't match my lived experience, and while he and mom are probably the only people whom can interact with me on a regular basis and still keep secrets from me, I'm not blind, and I'm not stupid, so… yeah. Doesn't feel real."
She stopped, after that torrent of words, her breathing a little sped up, while he digested her words.
"Also, um, as a side note, quite a few of the people who've warned me against him have done it right to his face – but if he really was so bad, would they actually dare? Even if he wouldn't lash out at them while I was around, if he really was so petty and monstrous, wouldn't he track them down after? It's not like I'm, surveilling him all the time, or even some of the time, really. But they're still around."
"That… hm. Dunno. But I gotta say, it takes cojones of solid uranium or something, to say such things in front of the Dark," he said with a slightly exaggerated shudder.
"He really isn't so bad… when you get down to it, past all the masks and names and stuff, he's just big, goofy nerd," she replied, with an annoyed pout, arms crossed again.
Yeah, I'm pretty sure no one else's lived experience matches yours, in regards to him, he thought, but didn't say, and he kept it off his face as well as he could.
"What's the second reason?" he asked, instead.
"Whether or not my presence in his life makes him a nicer person, the simple truth is that if I removed him from my life, opposed him, I'd relinquish any influence upon him I do or might yet have," she said, in a much more collected manner, only to flounder again on the next part. "I don't… I mean, it might be arrogant of me to say so, but… I'm kind of hoping… I wish… it could be possible to…"
"Redeem him?" he finished the sentence for her, causing her to blush and nod. "Redeem the Dark?"
"It's arrogant, I know, maybe even hubris… there's no one he cares about, or for, nearly as much as mom, not even me, even if they both try to claim otherwise, and even she hasn't been able to, but," she gulped, swallowed, "maybe, if I add my own efforts to it… even if neither of them will tell me what drove him to be a villain in the first place… maybe it'll finally be enough? Isn't that… a good reason?" Her voice was barely a whisper by the final bit.
Fuck, she sounds so young. Easy to forget she's only Kizzy's age, no matter the power shenanigans involved.
"Um, don't take this the wrong way, but all things considered, I think your dad's a pretty bad person, even if he's a good dad to you," he answered, after a minute of thinking it over. Also, fuck, this is ending up heavy anyway. "Even if he's not the worst villain out there… I know there's even worse… he's still pretty bad. Anyone else who'd done half as much as he has, they'd be executed for it, anywhere on the planet… and man, I'd promised myself I wouldn't be a jerk to you today," he finished, as he saw her shrink into herself (figuratively, not literally… this time). "Sorry. Shutting up now."
"If that is the right thing to do… then I can't do it. Ever," she said, softly, her eyes seemingly aimed at the others having fun together, though he was pretty sure she was gazing far further away.
"I, um, I never meant to say… no. No, you shouldn't. Others sh- no, enough. I'm sorry I even brought it up," he said, awkwardly. Mouth, insert foot here.
There was (relative) quiet for half a minute, or so, before she finally spoke again, with some mirth in her voice, even. "You know, I used to think you were just a jerk, at first. Now, I'm not sure whether you are, or whether you're just horribly apt at repeatedly inserting your foot into your mouth." Her eyes twinkled with amusement, looking at him.
He crossed his arms, acting offended. "I'll have you know, I am perfectly capable of being both, at the same time even!"
She chuckled, fortunately, and he felt the tension ease. "You're such a dork. And an ass." Her fist lashed out, punching his shoulder.
It didn't really hurt, and he more than deserved it.
"So, in the interest of you not being the only one that's insensitive and asking stupid questions, may I ask you one?" she asked, raising her head up and looking at him out of the corner of her eye in a curiously bird-like motion.
He looked back, and shrugged. "It's only fair, isn't it?"
"One might say so. Still, feel free not to answer, if it cuts too close."
Jared couldn't help but roll his eyes. "C'mon, princess, out with it already. Can't be as bad as half the stuff I've said just in this conversation."
She seemed to think it over, and nodded.
"Why don't you ever talk about your parents?" she finally voiced her question.
Alright, that actually is pretty uncomfortable.
Still, as much as it hurt to think about, and as much as he instinctively wanted to lash out over it, he owed it to her to give her a proper answer.
It would be no less than she had done, after all.
"Well… there's a lot of reasons… it still hurts to think about them… I miss them… but, I think… the biggest reason is…" He took a deep breath, as he realized he'd never said it out loud before. Not even to his handler, nor to his psych guy. "Because I'm still so damn angry at them."
"Angry that they died?" she asked, her voice so soft again, he barely heard it over the music.
"Yes. No." He crossed his arms, looking up at the ceiling. "Actually, yes, but not mainly." He held it in for a moment… then it all poured out of him in one big go. "I'm angry because they fucking knew their powers wouldn't be able to help! They knew they'd be little better than cannon fodder!"
He puts his hands up on his head, all but pulling on his hair as his vision went blurry. "They had Kizzy! And me! They were supposed to be there for us, but instead they fought and died! When they could've run! When, when-"
Suddenly, he found himself enveloped in a tight hug, his face pressed against her chest, her arms holding him tightly, close to her heart. So close, he could hear, feel, her heartbeat.
His arms went around her midsection – she had to be floating to pull this off – and he clung tightly, grateful that no one had to see his tears, or hear his sobs.
An indeterminate amount of time passed, before he calmed down again, and they loosened their grip on each other.
She floated back a step, while he looked away, rubbing his face to get rid of the tears.
It seemed that no one else had noticed the whole scene, or else they were pretending marvelously not to have.
Neither Jugs, Kitty, nor the boss were that good at pretending.
He looked at the princess again, as she smiled at him in an almost motherly fashion.
"I won't do that," he said, still choked up. "I've got Kizzy to think about. When the time comes, I'll fucking run."
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David Zwilling (* 24. August 1949 in Abtenau, Salzburg) ist ein ehemaliger österreichischer Skirennläufer. Er startete von 1969 bis 1975 im Skiweltcup, gewann zwei Riesenslaloms und belegte 1973 den zweiten Platz im Gesamtweltcup. Seine größten Erfolge feierte er bei den Weltmeisterschaften 1974. Er wurde Weltmeister in der Abfahrt und gewann die Silbermedaille im Slalom.

Biografie
Zwilling begann schon früh mit dem Skilauf und kam als Zehnjähriger zum USV Abtenau. Nachdem er 1968 einen FIS-Riesenslalom in Åre gewonnen hatte, wurde er in die Nationalmannschaft des Österreichischen Skiverbandes (ÖSV) aufgenommen. Bei seinem ersten Weltcuprennen, dem Riesenslalom am Chuenisbärgli in Adelboden am 6. Jänner 1969, belegte er (mit Start-Nr. 42) den neunten Platz. In der Saison 1969/70 erreichte Zwilling Top-10-Plätze in allen Disziplinen, bei den Weltmeisterschaften in Gröden kam er aber nur im Riesenslalom zum Einsatz und belegte den 13. Rang.

Der Durchbruch gelang Zwilling im Winter 1970/71. Am 5. Jänner stand er im Riesenslalom von Berchtesgaden als Dritter erstmals auf dem Podest, beim Saisonfinale feierte er im Riesenslalom von Åre seinen ersten Weltcupsieg. Im Slalom fuhr der Abtenauer viermal auf den vierten Platz. Damit belegte er jeweils als bester Österreicher den siebenten Rang im Gesamtweltcup und Platz fünf im Riesenslalomweltcup. In der Slalomwertung wurde er Achter. Im selben Winter wurde er auch Österreichischer Meister im Riesenslalom und in der Kombination. Zu Beginn der Saison 1971/72 war Zwilling nicht voll in Form und kam nur einmal unter die besten zehn. Bei den Olympischen Winterspielen 1972 im japanischen Sapporo erreichte er dann auch keine Spitzenplätze und wurde Siebenter im Riesenslalom sowie im Slalom. Nach den Spielen kam er im Riesenslalom von Heavenly Valley zu seinem einzigen Podestplatz in diesem Winter. Seinen österreichischen Riesenslalomtitel konnte er erfolgreich verteidigen. Er schien Mitte April 1972 einen in nur einem Durchgang ausgetragenen Riesenslalom am Tonelepass (Region Trient) gewonnen zu haben, bei dem es aber noch ein Nachspiel gab, denn es wurde am nächsten Tag doch ein zweiter Lauf gefahren. Und nun war Zwilling in der Endabrechnung Zweiter hinter Landsmann Hans Hinterseer. Am 11. August 1972 konnte er bei Thredbo einen Slalom vor dem Japaner Masami Ichimura, Hans Hinterseer und Alfred Matt gewinnen.

Die Saison 1972/73 begann Zwilling mit seinen einzigen beiden Podestplätzen in der Abfahrt, die zudem überraschend kamen: Am 10. Dezember in Val-d'Isère übernahm er mit hoher Startnummer die Führung, wurde dann noch von seinem Teamkollegen Reinhard Tritscher mit Nr. 45 abgefangen. Am 15. Dezember in Gröden wurde er mit Nr. 35 Dritter hinter Roland Collombin und Karl Cordin. Zwilling feierte am 19. Dezember im Riesenslalom der 3-Tre-Rennen von Madonna di Campiglio seinen zweiten Weltcupsieg. Im weiteren Saisonverlauf konnte er sich vor allem in den Abfahrten, aber auch im Slalom und Riesenslalom oftmals unter den besten fünf klassieren. Damit erreichte er 15 Punkte hinter Gustav Thöni den zweiten Platz im Gesamtweltcup und punktegleich mit Franz Klammer den vierten Rang in der Abfahrtswertung.

In der Saison 1973/74 konnte sich Zwilling zunächst in allen Disziplinen unter den besten sechs klassieren. Am 20. Jänner erzielte er in Wengen seinen einzigen Podestplatz im Slalom. Die Weltmeisterschaften 1974 in St. Moritz begannen für den damals 24-Jährigen mit einer Disqualifikation im Riesenslalom, wodurch er auch die Chance auf eine Kombinationsmedaille verlor. Als Medaillenkandidat in der Kombination hatte er im österreichischen Team einen fixen Startplatz in allen Disziplinen gehabt, doch nach seinem Ausfall im Riesenslalom musste er sich für einen Start in der Abfahrt erst in einer ÖSV-internen Ausscheidung beweisen. Zwilling gewann diese Qualifikation und feierte am nächsten Tag den größten Erfolg seiner Karriere: Mit über einer Sekunde Vorsprung auf Franz Klammer wurde er Weltmeister in der Abfahrt. Tags darauf gewann er auch noch hinter Gustav Thöni die Silbermedaille im Slalom. In diesem Winter holte er auch seinen vierten österreichischen Meistertitel, diesmal im Slalom. Im Dezember wurde er zu Österreichs Sportler des Jahres 1974 gewählt.

Im Winter 1974/75 konnte Zwilling nicht an frühere Leistungen anschließen. In einem Einzelrennen kam er nur in der Abfahrt von St. Moritz unter die besten Zehn; mit dem zweiten Platz in der Kombinationswertung von Wengen gelang ihm das letzte Spitzenresultat. Nachdem er sich zu Beginn des nächsten Winters bei einem Sturz in Val-d'Isère eine Bänderzerrung im Knöchel zugezogen hatte, beendete er seine Karriere. Später war er kurze Zeit Mitglied der Rennsportkommission des ÖSV.

Privates
Zwilling ist verheiratet und hat zwei erwachsene Kinder. Seit Ende seiner aktiven Sportlerkarriere ist er als Gründer und Leiter mehrerer Unternehmen tätig. 1999 wurde er mit dem Goldenen Ehrenzeichen für Verdienste um die Republik Österreich ausgezeichnet.

Am 9. Juni 2010 wurde seine drei Monate alte Enkeltochter Nora von einer etwa 35 Jahre alten Frau in einem Einkaufszentrum in Salzburg entführt. Nach fünf Stunden konnte Nora auf einem Parkplatz im bayrischen Ort Unterwössen gefunden werden.

Gemeinsam mit Johannes Aschauer und Otto Klär war David Zwilling im Jahr 2010 auf einer 4500 km langen Pilgerreise zu Fuß unterwegs von Arbing nach Jerusalem. Er mitbegründete den Jerusalemweg.

Mit der Künstlerin Gudrun Kargl von Göss initiierte er 2011 im Großgmainer Marienheilgarten den "Stern der Liebe" als Projekt für den Weltfrieden.

Erfolge

Olympische Spiele
 Sapporo 1972: 7. Riesenslalom, 7. Slalom

Weltmeisterschaften
 Gröden 1970: 13. Riesenslalom
 Sapporo 1972 : 7. Riesenslalom, 7. Slalom
 St. Moritz 1974: 1. Abfahrt, 2. Slalom

Weltcup
Weltcupwertungen:
 Saison 1970/71: 7. Gesamtweltcup, 8. Slalom, 5. Riesenslalom
 Saison 1971/72: 6. Riesenslalom
 Saison 1972/73: 2. Gesamtweltcup, 4. Abfahrt, 8. Slalom, 7. Riesenslalom
 Saison 1973/74: 7. Gesamtweltcup, 8. Abfahrt, 9. Slalom

Insgesamt acht Podiumsplatzierungen, davon zwei Siege:

Österreichische Meisterschaften
Zwilling wurde vierfacher Österreichischer Meister:
 Slalom: 1974
 Riesenslalom: 1971, 1972
 Kombination: 1971

Auszeichnungen
 Österreichs Sportler des Jahres: 1974
 Goldenes Ehrenzeichen für Verdienste um die Republik Österreich: 1999

Literatur
 Österreichischer Skiverband (Hrsg.): Österreichische Skistars von A–Z. Ablinger & Garber, Hall in Tirol 2008, ISBN 978-3-9502285-7-1, S. 511.
 Joachim Glaser: Salzburger Sportler. Verlag Anton Pustet, Salzburg-München 2001, ISBN 3-7025-0426-5, S. 38–40.

Weblinks

 Informationen über David Zwilling und seine Unternehmen

Einzelnachweise

Alpiner Skirennläufer (Österreich)
Weltmeister (Ski Alpin)
Österreichischer Meister (Ski Alpin)
Olympiateilnehmer (Österreich)
Teilnehmer der Olympischen Winterspiele 1972
Skisportfunktionär (Österreich)
Historischer Jerusalempilger
Träger des Goldenen Ehrenzeichens für Verdienste um die Republik Österreich (1952)
Sportler des Jahres (Österreich)
Sportler (Abtenau)
Österreicher
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Vascular contributions to cognitive impairment and dementia (VCID): A report from the 2018 National Heart, Lung, and Blood Institute and National Institute of Neurological Disorders and Stroke Workshop
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Zlokovic, Berislav V. ; Gottesman, Rebecca F. ; Bernstein, Kenneth E. ; Seshadri, Sudha ; McKee, Ann ; Snyder, Heather ; Greenberg, Steven M. ; Yaffe, Kristine ; Schaffer, Chris B. ; Yuan, Chun ; Hughes, Timothy M. ; Daemen, Mat J. ; Williamson, Jeff D. ; González, Hector M. ; Schneider, Julie ; Wellington, Cheryl L. ; Katusic, Zvonimir S. ; Stoeckel, Luke ; Koenig, James I. ; Corriveau, Roderick A. ; Fine, Lawrence ; Galis, Zorina S. ; Reis, Jared ; Wright, Jacqueline D. ; Chen, Jue. / Vascular contributions to cognitive impairment and dementia (VCID) : A report from the 2018 National Heart, Lung, and Blood Institute and National Institute of Neurological Disorders and Stroke Workshop. In: Alzheimer's and Dementia. 2020 ; Vol. 16, No. 12. pp. 1714-1733.
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KopTalk 4 Dec 2018	Liverpool FC News
Liverpool boss Jürgen Klopp has accepted the £8000 fine handed down to him by the Football Association and says he has no problem with the association's decision to charge him.
Klopp was charged with misconduct after running onto the pitch to celebrate Liverpool's 96th-minute winner in the Merseyside derby.
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Commenting on the charge and the subsequent fine, Klopp said: "It's absolutely OK. I couldn't avoid it obviously.
"If everybody did it every week … that's what rules are for. If you break the rules, that happens. It's completely normal."
"I said that the last time I did it 14 years ago and I'm not as quick anymore. It's fine.
"I didn't want to do it. It's possible for me still, but it was a long time ago that it happened before.
"I have no problem paying a fine. Well all do makes mistake. Usually I learn, at least for a long period.
"It's not a massive mistake. If there was no rule, as managers we would constantly celebrate on the pitch – and our staff.
"It happened, I'm fine with that. A fine, I pay that, carry on."
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Citizens´ Report on Governance and Development
Social Watch India launches its Report on Governance and Development
Source: National Social Watch Coalition India (NSWC)
The 2010 report of Social Watch India, to be launched in Delhi next Tuesday December 21st, includes evaluation of the working of Parliament in terms of the issues of representation and accountability, and examines the role and consequences of the Union's public policy and its effects on the lives of the people. In addition, issues of judiciary - confrontation with the executive, pendency of cases, probity of judges and persisting vacancies at all levels- are qualitatively and quantitatively analysed.


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Infinifactory is een puzzel video game ontwikkeld en uitgegeven door Zachtronics, en uitgebracht op 30 juni 2015. Verder is de game op december 2015 uitgebracht op PlayStation 4. In de game speelt de speler als een mens dat ontvoerd is door buitenaardse wezens en door hen gedwongen wordt om productielijnen te bouwen. Deze productielijnen moeten bepaalde objecten maken welke ogenschijnlijk voor snode doeleinden gebruikt zullen worden. De game combineert elementen van Zachtronics' vorige spellen SpaceChem en Infiniminer, waarbij de productielijnen zijn opgebouwd uit blokken in een driedimensionale wereld.

Gameplay
Infinifactory is een puzzelspel, opgebouwd uit meerdere levels met elk hun eigen einddoel. De speler speelt de rol van een mens die wordt ontvoerd door een buitenaards ras en aan het werk wordt gezet om de buitenaardse wezens te helpen bij het bouwen van machines. In de levels zijn easter eggs opgenomen waaruit blijkt dat het personage niet de eerste is die voor dit doel is ontvoerd. Zo zijn er lijken te vinden met audio boodschappen die de speler af kan luisteren.

De game is verdeeld in 6 werelden met verschillende puzzels per wereld. Door een bepaald aantal puzzels op een wereld te voltooien, kan de speler doorgaan naar het volgende deel en zo het verhaal vervolgen. Door alle puzzels succesvol te voltooien, wordt het personage van de speler gered door andere mensen en gebracht naar een verborgen basis in de buitenaardse thuiswereld. Vanaf hier werkt de speler samen met de andere mensen die ooit ontvoerd waren om een manier te vinden om de planeet te ontsnappen en naar de Aarde terug te keren.

Bij elke puzzel heeft de speler de taak om een aantal objecten (opgebouwd uit één of meer soorten kubussen) af te leveren aan één of meer afleverpunten. Dit wordt gedaan door een productielijn te bouwen van de input poorten naar de output poorten. De speler heeft onbeperkt tijd om de productielijn te bouwen, waarbij onder andere transportbanden, lassers en sensors gebruikt kunnen worden. Dit bouwproces is vergelijkbaar met andere blokbouwspellen zoals Minecraft. Al hoewel er geen limieten zijn aan het aantal blokken dat kan worden geplaatst, wordt aan het einde de score getoond in vergelijking met andere spelers.

Het spel wordt gespeeld vanuit het first-person perspectief en de speler kan zich vrij door het landschap van een puzzel verplaatsten. Verder wordt voor verticale verplaatsing gebruik gemaakt van een jetpack. De speler kan ook beperkt worden door vooraf opgestelde objecten die de constructie van de assemblagelijn kunnen helpen of belemmeren, en die niet verwijderd kunnen worden. De speler kan de fabriek op elk moment starten en pauzeren om te controleren op fouten en andere problemen. Zodra de speler een productielijn heeft gebouwd die met succes voldoet aan de leveringseisen, kan de speler doorgaan naar de volgende puzzel. De oplossing van de speler wordt gescoord op drie criteria: voetafdruk (het totale vloeroppervlak omsloten door de assemblagelijn), cyclussen (de tijd tussen het starten van de assemblagelijn en het voldoen aan de vereisten) en blokken (het aantal niet-platformtype blokken dat wordt gebruikt). De scores voor elk criterium worden weergegeven op een histogram met de scores van alle spelers wereldwijd. Dit moedigt de speler aan om oplossingen voor reeds voltooide puzzels te verbeteren en te optimaliseren.

Ontvangst
Infinifactory werd goed ontvangen tijdens de early access-periode. Het spel werd positief vergeleken met SpaceChem, waarbij opgemerkt werd dat het spel toegankelijk was vanwege de driedimensionale wereld en de intuïtieve bouw methode vergelijkbaar met spellen zoals Minecraft. Ook werd de kwaliteit van het spel geprezen, omdat dit normaliter niet gebruikelijk is voor de vroege stadiums van early access. Barth's aanpak voor Infinifactory werd genoemd als een sterk voorbeeld van hoe effectief gebruik gemaakt kan worden gemaakt van early access. Ook werd Infinifactory in 2016 genomineerd voor de Excellence in Design-prijs van het Independent Games Festival.

Externe links

 Officiële Website
 Game Wiki

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THE MEDZ MAMAS
Episode 5 | Elmon Piligian Mouradian
Welcome featured Medz Mama, Elmon Piligian Mouradian!
Granddaughter Talar Keoseyan is proud to pay homage to her maternal grandmother Elmon Piligian Mouradian.
In this episode, Granddaughter Talar beautifully describes her grandmother's resilient, creative and humorous nature.
Elmon was born in Yenikhan in Sepastia (Sivas, Turkey). She became an orphan at the age of ten, during the Armenian Genocide.* At such a young age Elmon lost her parents, two brothers, a sister, and extended family. At the orphanage, she meets her future husband, and together they have five beautiful daughters. Her journey takes us to Aleppo, Syria where her legacy is passed down to her daughters and grandchildren. Lovingly referred to as "Nene," Medz Mama Elmon continues to make a huge impact on Talar's creative life as a writer and community activist.
Medz Mama Elmon's resilience and strength shine through the voice of her proud granddaughter, Talar.
*For the survivors and their descendants, the Armenian Genocide (1915-1923), is an open wound, because Turkey denies it to this day. One hundred and six years later, Armenians still suffer from this continued genocidal agenda. On September 27, 2020, amid the COVID pandemic, Azerbaijan, Turkey, and mercenaries backed by Turkey, shelled and attacked the civilian population in Artsakh. This forced 100,000 Armenians to leave their ancestral homeland of several millenniums.
© 2023 Anoush Bargamian