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[The muzzle brake of the 105mm main gun on an AMX 10 RC armored car.] [The muzzle brake of an M198 155mm howitzer venting propellant gases sideways as the howitzer is fired]

A MUZZLE BRAKE or RECOIL COMPENSATOR is a device connected to, or a feature integral to the construction of, the muzzle or barrel of a firearm or cannon that is intended to redirect a portion of propellant gases to counter recoil and unwanted muzzle rise.[1] Barrels with an integral muzzle brake are often said to be PORTED. The concept of a muzzle brake was first introduced for artillery and was a common feature on many anti-tank guns, especially those mounted on tanks, in order to reduce the area needed to take up the strokes of recoil and kickback. They have been used in various forms for rifles and pistols to help control recoil and the rising of the barrel that normally occurs after firing. They are used on pistols for practical pistol competitions, and are usually called compensators in this context.[2]

Rationale

[Illustration of forces in muzzle rise. Projectile and propellant gases act on barrel along barrel center line A. The shooter resists the forces by contact with the gun at grips and stock B. The height difference between barrel centerline and average point of contact is height C. The forces A and B operating over moment arm/height C create torque or moment D, which rotates the firearm's muzzle up as illustrated at E]

The interchangeable terms muzzle rise, muzzle flip, or muzzle climb refer to the tendency of a handheld firearm's front end (the muzzle end of the barrel) to rise after firing. Firearms with less height from the grip line to the barrel centerline tend to experience less muzzle rise.[3]

The muzzle rises primarily because, for most firearms, the centerline of the barrel is above the center of contact between the shooter and the firearm's grip and stock. The reactive forces from the fired bullet and propellant gases exiting the muzzle act directly down the centerline of the barrel.[4] If that line of force is above the center of the contact points, this creates a moment or torque (rotational force) that causes the firearm to rotate and the muzzle to rise. The M1946 Sieg automatic rifle had an unusual muzzle brake that made the rifle climb downward, but enabled the user to fire it with one hand in full automatic.[5]

Design and construction

[Muzzle brake on M47 Patton tank] Muzzle brakes are simple in concept, such as the one employed on the 90 mm M3 gun used on the M47 Patton tank. This consists of a small length of tubing mounted at right angles to the end of the barrel. Brakes most often utilize slots, vents, holes, baffles, and similar devices. The strategy of a muzzle brake is to redirect and control the burst of combustion gases that follows the departure of a projectile.

All muzzle brake designs share a basic principle: they partially divert combustion gases from the muzzle end of the bore, at a generally perpendicular angle to the long axis of the barrel. The momentum of the diverted gases thus does not add to the recoil. The angle toward which the gases are directed will fundamentally affect how the brake behaves. If gases are directed upward, they will exert a downward force and counteract muzzle rise. Any device that is attached to the end of the muzzle will also add mass, increasing its inertia and moving its center of mass forward; the former will reduce recoil and the latter will reduce muzzle rise.

[The AKM rifle's slant-cut muzzle brake] Construction of a muzzle brake or compensator can be as simple as a diagonal cut at the muzzle end of the barrel to direct some of the escaping gas upward. On the AKM assault rifle, the brake also angles slightly to the right to counteract the sideways movement of the rifle under recoil.

Another simple method is porting, where holes or slots are machined into the barrel near the muzzle to allow the gas to escape.[6]

More advanced designs use baffles and expansion chambers to slow escaping gases. This is the basic principle behind a linear compensator. Ports are often added to the expansion chambers, producing the long, multi-chambered recoil compensators often seen on IPSC raceguns.[7]

Venting direction

[Springfield Armory, Inc., custom with ported barrel and slide] [DoubleTap .45ACP derringer with ported barrels] Most linear compensators redirect the gases forward.[8][9][10] Since that is where the bullet is going, they typically work by allowing the gases to expand into the compensator, which surrounds the muzzle but only has holes facing forward; like any device which allows the gases to expand before leaving the firearm, they are effectively a type of muzzle shroud. They reduce muzzle rise similarly to the mechanism by which a sideways brake does: since all the gas is escaping in the same direction, any muzzle rise would need to alter the velocity of the gas, which costs kinetic energy. When the brake redirects the gases directly backward, instead, the effect is similar to the reverse thrust system on an aircraft jet engine: any blast energy coming back at the shooter is pushing “against” the recoil, effectively reducing the actual amount of recoil on the shooter. Of course, this also means the gases are directed toward the shooter.

When the gases are primarily directed upward, the braking is referred to as _porting_. Porting typically involves precision-drilled ports or holes in the forward top part of the barrel and slide on pistols. These holes divert a portion of the gases expelled prior to the departure of the projectile in a direction that reduces the tendency of the firearm to rise.[11] The concept is an application of Newton's third law; the exhaust directed upward causes a reciprocal force downward. This is why firearms are never ported on the bottom of the barrel, as that would exacerbate muzzle rise, rather than mitigate it. Porting has the undesired consequences of shortening the effective barrel length and reducing muzzle velocity, while a muzzle brake is an extension added to the barrel and does not reduce muzzle velocity. Porting has the advantage for faster follow-up shots, especially for 3-round burst operation.

Effectiveness

Though there are numerous ways to measure the energy of a recoil impulse, in general, a 10% to 50% reduction can be measured. Some muzzle brake manufacturers claim greater recoil reduction percentages. Muzzle brakes need sufficient propellant gas volume and high gas pressure at the muzzle of the firearm to achieve well-measured recoil reduction percentages. This means cartridges with a small bore area to case volume ratio (overbore cartridges) combined with a high operating pressure benefit more from recoil reduction with muzzle brakes than smaller standard cartridges.

Besides reducing felt recoil, one of the primary advantages of a muzzle brake is the reduction of muzzle rise. This lets a shooter realign a weapon's sights more quickly. This is relevant for fully automatic weapons. Muzzle rise can theoretically be eliminated by an efficient design. Because the rifle moves rearward less, the shooter has little to compensate for. Muzzle brakes benefit rapid-fire, fully automatic fire, and large-bore hunting rifles. They are also common on small-bore vermin rifles, where reducing the muzzle rise lets the shooter see the bullet impact through a telescopic sight. A reduction in recoil also reduces the chance of undesired (painful) contacts between the shooter's head and the ocular of a telescopic sight or other aiming components that must be positioned near the shooter's eye (often referred to as “scope eye”). Another advantage of a muzzle brake is a reduction of recoil fatigue during extended practice sessions, enabling the shooter to consecutively fire more rounds accurately. Further, flinch (involuntary pre-trigger-release anxiety behavior resulting in inaccurate aiming and shooting) caused by excessive recoil may be reduced or eliminated.

Disadvantages

[Muzzle flash without muzzle brake] [Redirected muzzle flash with muzzle brake] There are a number of potential downsides to brakes and compensators.

The shooter, gun crew, or close bystanders may perceive an increase in sound pressure level as well as an increase in muzzle blast and lead exposure. This occurs because the sound, flash, pressure waves, and lead loaded smoke plume normally projected away from the shooter are now partially redirected outward to the side or sometimes at partially backward angles toward the shooter or gun crew. Standard eye and ear protection, important for all shooters, may not be adequate to avoid hearing damage with the muzzle blast partially vectored back toward the gun crew or spotters by arrowhead shaped reactive muzzle brakes found on sniper team fired anti-materiel rifles like the Barrett M82.[12]

Measurements indicate that on a rifle, a muzzle brake adds 5 to 10 dB to the normal noise level perceived by the shooter, increasing total noise levels up to 160 dB(A) ± 3 dB.[13] Painful discomfort occurs at approximately 120 to 125 dB(A),[14] with some references claiming 133 dB(A) for the threshold of pain.[15]

Brakes and compensators also add length, diameter, and mass to the muzzle end of a firearm, where it most influences its handling and may interfere with accuracy as muzzle rise will occur when the brake is removed and shooting without the brake can throw off the strike of the round.[16]

Another problem can occur when saboted ammunition is used as the sabot tends to break up inside the brake. The problem is particularly pronounced when armour-piercing fin-stabilized discarding-sabot (APFSDS), a type of long-rod penetrator (LRP) (or kinetic energy penetrator) are used.[17] Since these APFSDS rounds are the most common armour-piercing ammunition currently, virtually no modern main battle tank guns have muzzle brakes.

A serious tactical disadvantage of muzzle brakes on both small arms and artillery is that, depending on their designs, they may cause escaping gases to throw up dust and debris clouds that impair visibility and reveal one's position, not to mention posing a hazard to individuals without eye protection.[18] Troops often wet the ground in front of antitank guns in defensive emplacements to prevent this, and snipers are specially trained in techniques for suppressing or concealing the magnified effects of lateral muzzle blast when firing rifles with such brakes.[19] Linear compensators and suppressors do not have the disadvantages of a redirected muzzle blast; they actually reduce the blast by venting high pressure gas forward at reduced velocity.

The redirection of larger amounts of escaping high-pressure gas can cause discomfort caused by blast-induced sinus cavity concussion. Such discomfort can especially become a problem for anti-materiel rifle shooters due to the bigger than normal cartridges with accompanying large case capacities and propellant volumes these rifles use and can be a reason for promoting accelerated shooter fatigue and flinching. Furthermore, the redirected blast may direct pressure waves toward the eye, potentially leading to retinal detachment when repeated shooting is performed with anti-materiel and large caliber weapons.[20]

Examples

File:Flickr - ~Steve Z~ - S^W 500 Magnum (1).jpg|The S&W Model 500 revolver features a muzzle brake File:Muzzle break 30mm mauser machine canon.jpg|The muzzle brake of a 30mm Mauser autocannon File:Air force female sniper.jpg|The arrowhead-shaped muzzle brake on the Barrett M82 anti-materiel/sniper rifle File:PGM-Hecate-seul-img 1008.jpg|The prominent muzzle brake of the PGM Hecate II File:Muzzle of a .375H&H Rifle.JPG|Integral muzzle brake or porting on a Blaser R93 hunting rifle.

US legislation and regulation

The State of California outlaws flash suppressors on semiautomatic rifles with detachable magazines, but allows muzzle brakes to be used instead.[21]

The Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives (ATF) made a regulatory determination in 2013 that the muzzle device of the SIG Sauer MPX Carbine, adapted from the baffle core of the integrally suppressed version's suppressor and claimed by SIG to be a muzzle brake, constituted a silencer and rendered the MPX-C a Title II NFA weapon. SIG Sauer, the rifle's maker, sued the ATF in 2014 to have the designation overturned.[22] In September 2015, Federal Judge Paul Barbadora upheld the ATF's ruling; despite SIG successfully establishing that the weapon did not suppress the weapon's sound, the ATF successfully established that it was _intended_ to suppress the sound, which was legally sufficient.[23]

[1] Muzzle brake in the NRA Firearms Glossary

[2] STI article on Limcat Undergas Bypass Turbo System recoil compensator

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[10] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PY4-fmql19w HERA ARMS linear compensator

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[13] Summary of a Finnish government report (1992) on silencers, muzzle brakes and noise levels

[14]  Schalldämpfer = Gehörschützer für Jäger, data collected on noise levels

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title: Muzzle brake

question: What does the text say about a muzzle brake?

answer: A muzzle brake or recoil compensator is a device attached to the muzzle or barrel of a firearm or cannon. This feature is considered integral to the construction of the muzzle because it is intended to redirect a portion of propellant gases to counter recoil and unwanted muzzle rise. The idea of muzzle brake was first introduced for artillery and was a common feature on many anti-tank guns, especially those mounted on tanks, to reduce the area needed to take up the stroked of recoil and kickback. They are useful for rifles and pistols to help control recoil and rising of the barrel that normally occurs after firing a shot.

question: What is the design of the muzzle brakes?

answer: Their designs are simple. For example, the ones employed on the 90mm M3 gun used on the M47 Patton tank consist of a small length of tubing mounted at right angles to the end of the barrel. Ideally, the strategy of a muzzle brake is to redirect and control the burst of combustion gases that follows after a shot is fired. All muzzle brake designs share the basic principle of partially diverting combustion gases from the muzzle end of the bore at a generally perpendicular angle to the long axis of the barrel. Whatever angle the gases are directed will fundamentally affect how the brake behaves. If it goes upward, they will exert a downward force and counteract muzzle rise, and vice versa. More advanced designs use baffles and expansion chambers to slow escaping gases. Also, ports are often added to the expansion chambers to produce the long multi-chambered recoil compensators as seen on IPSC race guns.

question: What are some of the downsides to brakes and compensators?

answer: There are some disadvantages of muzzle brakes and compensators. For example, shooters, gun crew, or bystanders may perceive an increased sound pressure level and increased muzzle blast and lead exposure. Standard eye and ear protection, which is essential for all shooters, may not be adequate to avoid hearing loss with the muzzle blast partially vectored back toward the gun crew or spotters by arrowhead-shaped reactive muzzle brakes found on sniper team fired anti-materiel rifles like the Barrett M82. Also, muzzle brakes on rifles add more volume to the normal 5 to 10 dB noise level perceived by the shooter, making it as loud as 160 dB(A)+/- 3dB. The brakes and compensators add length and weight to the muzzle end of a firearm, where it most influences its handling and may affect the accuracy as muzzle rise will occur when the brake is removed, and shooting without it can throw off the strike of the round. Another disadvantage of the muzzle brakes on both small arms and artillery is that their design may cause escaping gases to raise dust and debris clouds, impairing visibility and revealing one's position, and pose a danger to individuals without any eye protection.


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Sharon didn't want his death the be too painful, even though that bastard deserved it. Cheating on her with that bitch at the office. Not his office even, her office. Her husband Mike would often visit her at work during lunch. It was always a surprise to see him there, right when Sharon got back from lunch, sitting in her desk chair.
	“Hey Sharon!” He would say with that toothless smile she had grown to hate. “Just got finished with all my work for the day so I thought I’d drop by and see you.” He would chirp, or something along those lines. But this particular day something different happened. Mike was there, but he wasn't waiting in Sharon’s chair. No, Mike was coming out of her coworker’s office. Sharon saw her giggle at him as he left and make a sly shhhh sign with her finger. They both nervously laughed as Mike walked away with a prideful grin on his face. He would almost always have with him chocolate cheesecake- Sharon’s favorite food. Then they would eat together and Mike would give her a short peck on the lips and leave. That’s how she knew he was cheating on her. She tasted something on Mike’s lips that day, something sweet. It wasn't the chocolate cheesecake though. No, this was a sweet strawberry flavor upon his this lips that she tasted.
	Mike made a lot of money. He was a writer for a popular newspaper company in New York. Sharon hardly made any money. She didn't even have to work actually, Mike made more than enough to keep them both more than alive and happy. Mike was kinda famous too. He wrote the political cartoons for the paper. Sometimes people would recognize him in resturaunts or places like that. They would come up to him with a big smile and shake his hand or ask for a picture. They wouldn’t even acknowledge Sharon. And that made her mad.
	Melissa. That’s the bitch that was doing her husband at her workplace. Sharon wasn’t completely sure it was Melissa, but it was most likely her. Melissa wasn't even that pretty, at least not in Sharon’s eyes. Melissa had to have been at least forty with her brown hair that was starting to show strands of grey. Sharon’s hair had more grey in her blonde hair, she used products to keep it from showing, but it never seemed to work for her. Melissa was also kinda plump. Not fat by any means, but not close to skinny either. Sharon was skinny. Too skinny. She had lost a lot of weight lately and she didn't know why. Maybe Mike didn't like her being skinny, maybe he wanted something more plump like Melissa. That’s what Sharon figured at least.
	Poison. That’s how Mike was going to die. Sharon got the poison from a guy in the city. She knew from some of the ladies in her office that he could get anybody anything that they want, drugs, guns it didn't matter. “I’ve actually never done drugs before, not even in high school or college.” Sharon overheard Melissa saying one day. That bitch.
	“You’ve outdone yourself this time sweetie.” Mike said as he finished the potato soup that Sharon made him. Mike loved potato soup. He was always pestering Sharon to buy it for him. Sharon put the poison in the potato soup, the dealer said it was tasteless and the affects of the poison would kick in in about 6 hours. After dinner they cuddled on the couch. She actually liked being with him like this. It was a shame he had to die. Oh well, he shouldn't have cheated on her. They were in love for 15 years. Their anniversary was just last week and Mike took her ballroom dancing, something they both found out they were getting too old for.
	“I love you so much.” Michael whispered into her ear. His breath smelled like potato soup.
	Sharon smiled at him and stared back into his dark brown eyes. “I love you too babe.” And they started kissing like they were teenagers again, sitting in the back of Mike’s chevy truck.
	Sharon tasted something horrible in her mouth while they were kissing. It tasted like potato soup but something wet and metallic. “The hell, Mike?” Sharon asked as she pushed him away.
	Mike was bleeding. Everywhere. There was blood streaming out of his mouth, but that’s not the only place it was pouring out of. His eyes, ears and nose were all spewing out dark red blood. Sharon screamed. And so did Michael. The look of terror and pain in his eyes suddenly made Sharon forget that he was a dirty cheater. Mike was crying too. She could see the tears over the blood that was now all over his face. Michael was still on top of Sharon while all of this was going on. His blood was all over her body and white blouse.
	“Sharon.” Mike garbled as blood came spitting out if his mouth and onto Sharon and her opened mouth. “Help. 911.” He spewed quickly. But Sharon didn't move. She didn't know what to do. Mike was on top of her and wouldn't move. Couldn't move, so it seemed. This wasn't supposed to happen this way. It wasn't supposed to end like this. The dealer told Sharon that Mike would just die in his sleep. No pain. No blood spewing out of every orrfice in the man’s body. Mike’s torture went on for about forty-five minutes. And then he finally died, laying on top of his wife. Sharon carefully pushed him off of her and onto the floor. She took her blood-soaked clothes off and got in the shower. She was just getting out of the shower when the doorbell rang. “One minute!” she cried out. Sharon wasn’t thinking about her dead husband’s tortured body laying in the living room floor. Sharon wasn’t really thinking about anything at all. She opened the door. And there was Melissa.
	“Happy birthday, Sharon!” Melissa happily shouted. Behind here were probably twenty people. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of Mike for an hour now, this was supposed to be a surprise birthday party. Mike and I planned it ourselves. We were scared that you caught us when you saw him leaving my office a couple weeks ago after you got back from lunch. We even picked out a perfect flavor of cake for you, of course we had to sample some cake ourselves” she giggled. “We finally decided on strawberry.”

title: [MF] A Good Wife

question: How does Sharon plan on killing her husband?

answer: She poisons him. She doesn't want his death to be too painful.

question: Why is she planning to kill her husband?

answer: She thinks he's cheating on her.

question: Who are the main characters?

answer: Sharon, her husband Mike, and Melissa who is the woman who Sharon thinks is having an affair with Mike.

question: Is Sharon successful in her plan?

answer: She is successful.

question: Write a ~8 sentence summary.

answer: Sharon wants to kill her husband, Mike. She thinks he's cheating on her with one of her co-workers, Melissa. Mike comes to her office everyday during lunch to share a slice of cheesecake with Sharon. One day she sees him leaving Melissa's office; they look like they share a secret. One night, she poisons his dinner. He dies a gruesome, bloody, and torturous death. As Sharon is stepping out of the shower, the doorbell rings. Melissa and friends are there to surprise her for her birthday.


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The 2020 VISIT TUCSON SUN CUP was the tenth edition of the preseason exhibition soccer tournament among Major League Soccer (MLS) and United Soccer League (USL) teams. It was held from February 15 to February 22 in Tucson and Phoenix, Arizona.[1]

Teams

The following clubs entered the tournament:[2]

MAJOR LEAGUE SOCCER

-   Columbus Crew SC (second appearance)
-   Houston Dynamo (fifth appearance)
-   New York Red Bulls (seventh appearance)
-   Real Salt Lake (seventh appearance)
-   Sporting Kansas City (seventh appearance)

USL CHAMPIONSHIP

-   Phoenix Rising FC (fourth appearance)

Matches

_All times are Mountain Standard Time (UTC-07:00)_

Table standings

  Pos   Club                   GP   W   L   T   GF   GA   GD   Pts
  ----- ---------------------- ---- --- --- --- ---- ---- ---- -----
  1     Columbus Crew SC (C)   3    2   0   1   6    2    +4   7
  2     Phoenix Rising FC      3    2   1   0   5    4    +1   6
  3     New York Red Bulls     3    1   0   2   4    3    +1   5
  4     Houston Dynamo         3    1   1   1   6    5    +1   4
  5     Sporting Kansas City   3    0   2   1   2    4    -2   1
  6     Real Salt Lake         3    0   2   1   2    7    -5   1

(C) - Cup Winner [3]

Top scorers

  Rank                Player           Nation                 Club                Goals
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  1                   Gyasi Zardes                            Columbus Crew SC    3
  2                   Tommy McNamara                          Houston Dynamo      2
  3                   Solomon Asante                          Phoenix Rising FC   1
  Jon Bakero                           Phoenix Rising FC
  Joey Calistri                        Phoenix Rising FC
  Cristian Cásseres                    New York Red Bulls
  Derrick Etienne                      Columbus Crew SC
  Joe Farrell                          Phoenix Rising FC
  Niko Hansen                          Houston Dynamo
  Kaka                                 New York Red Bulls
  Gadi Kinda                           Sporting Kansas City
  Damir Kreilach                       Real Salt Lake
  Mauro Manotas                        Houston Dynamo
  Jonathan Mensah                      Columbus Crew SC
  Justin Meram                         Real Salt Lake
  Santi Moar                           Phoenix Rising FC
  Christian Ramirez                    Houston Dynamo
  Johnny Russell                       Sporting Kansas City
  Memo Rodríguez                       Houston Dynamo
  Florian Valot                        New York Red Bulls
  Brian White                          New York Red Bulls
  Lucas Zelarayán                      Columbus Crew SC

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title: 2020 Visit Tucson Sun Cup

question: Where was the 2020 Visit Tucson Sun Cup held?

answer: In Tuscon and Phoenix, Arizona

question: When was the 2020 Visit Tucson Sun Cup held?

answer: From February 15 to February 22 of 2020

question: Which clubs participated in the 2020 Visit Tucson Sun Cup?

answer: Colombus Crew SC, Houston Dynamo, New York Red Bulls, Real Salt Lake, Sporting Kansas City, and Phoenix Rising FC

question: Who won the 2020 Visit Tucson Sun Cup?

answer: Columbus Crew

question: Which player was the top scorer in the 2020 Visit Tucson Sun Cup?

answer: Gyasi Zardes from Columbus Crew

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The 2020 Visit Tucson Sun Cup was held in Tuscon and Phoenix Arizona. It was the tenth edition of the preseason exhibition soccer tournament among Major League Soccer (MLS) and United Soccer League (USL) teams. The cup winner was Columbus Crew.


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_MERI GUDIYA_ is an Indian television fantasy drama series which premiered on 16 December 2019 and is telecasted on Star Bharat.[1] A remake of the Tamil serial _Neeli_, which inturn is a remake of Kannada serial Neeli, aired on Star Suvarna, it stars Aalisha Panwar, Jinisha Bhadhuri, Vineet Raina and Gaurav S Bajaj.[2]

The production and broadcast of the show was indefinitely halted due to the COVID-19 pandemic lockdown in India in late March 2020. But despite having High TRP, it was announced that the show will not be brought back after the lockdown bringing the show to an abrupt ending.[3]

Plot

It showcases the unconditional love of a mother for her daughter. The story revolves around the Gujral family who lives in Shimla. Raghvendra Gujral is a successful businessman who runs his ancestral business of coffee plantations, his wife Madhuri who is an extremely protective mother and their 7-year-old daughter Avi.

Cast

Main

-   Aalisha Panwar as Madhuri Gujral— Avi's mother and Raghav's wife[4] (2019–2020, dead character)
-   Jinisha Bhaduri as Avi Gujral— Madhuri and Raghavendra Daughter (2019–2020)
-   Vineet Raina as Rahu— The Main Antagonist In The Show (2020)
-   Gaurav S Bajaj as Raghavendra “Raghav” Gujral— Avi's father and Madhuri's husband (2019–2020)

Recurring

-   Vidisha as Ratrita “Ratri” Arora (2019–2020)
-   Nishigandha Wad as Parvati Gujral– Avi's grandmother, Raghav and Shaurya's mother (2019–2020)
-   Rahul Singh as Dr. Rudraksh Kaushal (2019–2020)
-   Samvedna Suwalka as Piya— Raghav's secretary (2020)
-   Sagar Parekh as Shaurya Gujral— Raghav's younger brother (2019–2020)
-   Jasmeet Kaur as Adhrika Arora— Ratri's sister (2019–2020)
-   Surendra Pal as Rajendra “Guruji” Sherawat (2020)

Production

The first promo of the series was released on 13 November 2019 where Aalisha Panwar and Jinisha Bhaduri were introduced. [5]

Talking about the series, Star Bharat spokesperson said, “With the launch of Meri Gudiya, we want our audiences to witness the undying affection and concern of a mother for her daughter." [6]

Anirudh Pathak, the show's producer, said, “Audience has seen many shows on the mother-daughter bond but the unique concept of the show ‘Meri Gudiya’ revolves around a doll depicting the role of a mother. It's a show that will portray the eternal bond a mother shares with her child even after her death." [7]

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title: Meri Gudiya

question: What is the plot of the show Meri Gudiya?

answer: The show is about the unconditional love of a mother for her daughter. It revolves around the Gujral family who lives in Shimla. The husband is a successful businessman who runs the ancestral coffee bean plantations, and the wife is an extremely protective mother of their seven year old daughter, Avi.


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It was late in September 1974, and snow already threatened Winnipeg. I knew no one, so I   checked into the YMCA, secured a job as a gas pump attendant, and with that security rented an apartment on River Avenue. I had accumulated a small amount of cash working for the Hudson's Bay Company in Eskimo Point, N.W.T., even though I was paid minimum wage for a year. But, of course, you don’t spend too much money in the sub-arctic – just bullets and hunting supplies. With my new found wealth I purchased a faded blue Ford Custom, a burly beast of an automobile that looked as though it had once been a cop car. The power of its engine was of little concern to me – I was more thrilled it had a radio that actually worked. I unimaginatively christened her Winnie.

Winnie was also appreciated by my two new buddies, Larry, who I had met at the YMCA and who now shared the apartment with me, and Pete, who had also come across from England to work for the Hbc, and had, coincidentally, quit the Company at the same time. The three of us were restless. I had just heard that my brother and his wife in Nova Scotia had become parents for the first time. It was also getting close to Christmas. So we quit our casual jobs and planned to drive to the east coast and see my brother and his new born for the holidays – two thousand miles across the continent. I had never driven in ice and snow before.

The night before our departure two street wise characters that lived on the floor above us in the River Street apartment approached us with an offer. They had “acquired” numerous cases of frozen Cornish hens that, as the Brits would say, “Had fallen off the back of a lorry”.  Their living room was stacked with them floor to ceiling, and melting fast.  Did we want to buy a couple of cases? They were cheap. And so we bought three cases (about seventy two hens) and cooked the birds in numerous shifts overnight so we would have food for the road without stopping or spending our limited cash. We sub-let the apartment to a mutual friend who also looked after the rest of our personal possessions.  We filled the car with bags of cooked hens, pickled onions and doughnuts (I don’t know why we had pickled onions and doughnuts but we did.) The trunk was packed with one suitcase each and three milk crates full of my vinyl records. They were more important than extra clothes. We headed south to the border crossing at Grand Forks, North Dakota as Larry, being the only Canadian thought it a good idea to go south of the Great Lakes in winter.

Our first trouble occurred at the American border. The immigration guards asked for our passports, our business and our destination.  Pete and I had our UK documents, but Larry only had his Canadian driver’s license, which in those days was enough to get you across the border. We must have appeared a strange group of individuals: two Englishmen fresh from the Canadian wilderness, and a slightly older Canadian, on a carefree journey across North America in the middle of winter. They processed our names through their computers. A couple of minutes later they asked Larry to step out of the car and come into the office. A guard then asked me to pull the car over to the side of the road so they could search it. Something big was going on. While the officer started to go through the car with its bags of cooked Cornish hens, chicken bones, suitcases, and my collection of records we could see Larry being grilled in the office. The guards found nothing stronger than pickled onions and resonant farts. After about forty five minutes they let us go. I think they were disappointed. Not too much to do at the North Dakota border crossing three days before Christmas.

Back on the road Larry told us what had happened. During a stay at the Y.M.C.A. in Winnipeg a fellow traveler from Jamaica, that Larry had befriended,  had “borrowed” his passport (unbeknownst to him) to go to Detroit to visit a relative. He naively got as far as the border, proudly pulled out on the Canadian passport, but of course his skin colour was black and Larry’s was white. Hello!!! There was now a red flag against Larry’s name on immigration records. As for Larry, he had wondered what had happened to his passport. Now he knew. He thought he would get around to replacing it when he was heading somewhere exotic, not Grand Forks!

The three of us took shifts: one would drive, one would navigate, and one would sleep. We didn’t stop. As each hour went by the bags of Cornish hens became smaller and smaller, as did the jar of pickled onions. The smell in the car was more than ripe, but we were having fun. As we drove through the night and the snow we continually flipped the dial on the car radio for the elusive local music stations and hopefully some good tunes. We would sing along to such repeated hits as “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” by Elton John, “I Can Help” by Billy Swan, and the most played song of all “Mandy” by Barry Manilow. We howled the chorus at the top of our lungs like drunken hockey players on a Saturday night binge as the Ford Custom sped through the silent darkness of backwoods America.

During my shift of sleep in the back seat I was suddenly disturbed by a huge jolt. I awoke groggily to find that the right side of the car had tilted into a snow covered ditch. Larry had pulled over in the darkness to change drivers not realizing that a trough, full of fresh snow, ran parallel to the dark road. He had pulled over too far and now one side of the car was tilted into a snow filled ditch. We were stuck in the middle of nowhere. There was not a house, a light, a car to be seen. It was two o’clock in the morning. As we gunned the engine the back wheel just spun and spun in the fresh snow. We ventured into the nearby woods and gathered up pine branches, and wedged them under the tires in a hope for some traction but it was no good. We were hopelessly stranded. It was cold, dark, snowing, and we had only the vaguest idea where we were on the map.

After what seemed like forever we could see the amber flashing lights of a snow grater coming towards us. Relief! We waved down the driver, explained the situation, and
asked for help. Could he pull us out? That was against regulations, he said. He then asked us where we were going. Nova Scotia we told him. He laughed heartily, commented on how crazy we were, got down from his cab, hitched a chain from his vehicle to ours and pulled us out. We thanked him with as much gratitude as we could muster. “Good luck,” he said. “You’re going to need it,” and drove off in the opposite direction. We were on our way again, but our troubles were not over. I was now driving and noticed that the gas tank was almost empty. We kept going, praying that we would find a gas station still open in the middle of the night. A couple of miles down the road we did find one, isolated and lonely, but it was closed. We pulled in. The worst case scenario was that we would stay there till morning and wait for it to open – provided we were still alive and didn’t freeze in our sleep. It appeared the owner of the station lived upstairs. So we knocked on the door of the business as loud as we could. A voice bellowed out from an upstairs window: “Whose there? What do you want?” In thick English accents we told him we were tourists on a driving holiday working our way to Nova Scotia. It worked. The owner, bless him, came down in his pajamas, with his parka on top, opened the pumps, filled the tank, and told us we were crazy. Second time in about an hour that phrase had come up. Maybe we were. We paid him, gave him a big tip, and thanked him very much. We were off again. But our troubles were not over. By morning we were speeding down the highway heading into Detroit. Larry was driving. We were making good time anxious to get to my brother’s place by Christmas. There was a turn off towards the motor city that we had to negotiate. As we rounded the curve we hit black ice. The car suddenly started to do multiple 360s. We were spinning out of control.  We must have done a half dozen “doughnuts”. It was terrifying. There was nothing we could do. Luckily, there were few cars about and we came to rest on the highway margin. No damage except to our nerves. After that we were extremely cautions not only with our speed, but we filled up whenever the needle on the gas tank indicator pointed to half full.

We crossed the border back into Canada. After a few hours sleep and a snack, Pete, Larry and I (plus the remaining Cornish Hens) were back on the Trans Canada Highway bound for the Maritimes. We made it through the confusion of the Montreal road system, the snow of New Brunswick, and eventually to the famous port city of Halifax Nova Scotia. I remembered that my brother lived about twenty miles along the coast in a place called Boutlier’s Point. A number of helpful locals gave us directions and we made it to the village. There was a Red and White store still open and went in and asked if the owners knew my brother. They did!  (Oh, the joys of a small community.) And they allowed us to use the phone in the store to call him. He drove up to meet us and we followed him back to his house. It was Christmas Eve. We had made it. The Cornish hens and the pickled onions were devoured. The car was smelly. So were we. But we had arrived safely and it was a thrill to see my brother, his wife and their new born at such a wonderful time of the year.

Early in January 1975 we put all our stuff back in the trunk of the car and headed west. The weather was now extremely bad. It was dark. The falling snow hypnotized us, illuminated in the beams of our headlights. The windscreen wipers swished back and forth non-stop. At one point the car was not handling well and I commented that the roads must be icy. There were no other vehicles around so I stopped in the middle of the road, opened the door to check how bad conditions were, took one step outside, and landed flat on my back. The road could have doubled as an ice rink. I got back in the driver’s seat and proceeded cautiously. We were thankful to eventually get back on the Trans Canada which had been salted. There were few cars around (people were sensible and staying home), but lots of trucks. While we poodled along at a slow speed the trucks, whose drivers seemed to ignore the conditions, overtook us and as they did so they sprayed brown slush all over the windshield. You couldn’t see anything. The wipers were furiously working at top speed to clear the muck, but for a number of seconds we had no idea what was in front of us. I held on to the steering wheel and prayed there was nothing in front.

We arrived in Winnipeg in early January just before an intense winter storm hit the city. You could see the dark clouds gathering on the horizon like a cancerous tumor on an X-ray. We were welcomed to stay at our old apartment by our friend until the storm blew over, and that was a lucky thing because it turned into an event of historical proportions. It snowed for two days non-stop. The city was shut down. The only vehicles on Portage Avenue were skidoos. It was as if the arctic had followed me south. We were restricted to the apartment just like I had been in the staff house at Eskimo Point. The rock station on the FM radio broadcast emergency messages for those people that were desperate for medicine or food. It was during this dark period that Pete decided he would re-join the Hudson’s Bay Company. His ninety day grace period that the company allowed him was almost up, and as the deadline approached he gave serious thought to his future (unlike Larry and I).  After the storm passed we once again packed Winnie’s trunk with the suitcases and the milk crates of records. With some sadness we said goodbye to Pete who headed north to Red Sucker Lake and a career that would last twenty years as a Hudson’s Bay manager. Larry and I drove west with the radio on one more time following the bright, unseen star of adventure.

title: [AA} Three Unwise Men

question: Why does the narrator and his friends embark on their journey?

answer: The narrator's brother and wife in Nova Scotia had just had a child and it was getting close to Christmastime. The narrator, Pete, and Larry, were also feeling restless and wanted to travel.

question: What happens to the group at the US border and why?

answer: The US border guards ask Larry to step out of the car, because a traveler had stolen his passport while at a Y.M.C.A. The traveler had tried to use the passport to get to Detroit, but the guards stopped him, and now Larry has a strike on his stolen passport.


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KËNGA MAGJIKE 2018 was the 20th edition of the annual Albanian music contest Kënga Magjike and was held between 5 December 2018 and 8 December 2018 at the Pallati i Kongreseve in Tirana. The three live shows were hosted by Ardit Gjebrea, Klaudia Pepa and Bora Zemani.[1][2]

The winner of the contest was Flori Mumajesi with the song titled “Plas”.[3][4] This was his first victory in the contest as a singer though he was additionally the songwriter of the winning entries “Hape Vetën” by Aurela Gaçe in 2007 and “Ma Zgjat Dorën” by Eneda Tarifa in the following 2019 edition.[5]

Format

Kënga Magjike 2018, organised by Televizioni Klan (TV Klan), was the twentieth consecutive edition of the annual contest. The two semi-finals and grand final were held at the Pallati i Kongreseve in Tirana on 5, 6 and 8 December 2018 respectively.

Final

The grand final took place on the 8th of December 2018 at the Pallati i Kongreseve in Tirana.[6]

KEY: Winner Second place Third place

  Artist(s)                         Song                                        Place   Points
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  FLORI MUMAJESI                    “PLAS”                                      1       1092
  Aurela Gaçe & Eli Fara            “Zemra Rratatata”                           2       863
  Fifi & MC Kresha                  “Psikopatja Jote”                           3       834
  Ronela Hajati                     “Vuj”                                       4       677
  Kejsi Tola                        “Më Ke Mua”                                 5       645
  Era Rusi                          “Mos Ma Merr”                               6       595
  Rozana Radi                       “Kur Përfundon Një Dashuri Si Kjo E Jona”   7       557
  Olsi Bylyku & Lorenc Hasrama      “Si Të Flas”                                8       551
  Artjola Toska & Bruno             “Digjem”                                    9       536
  Krusita                           “Akull”                                     10      504
  Mentor Haziri                     “Më Ke Vra”                                 11      448
  Klajdi Haruni                     “Nuk Të Dua Dot Më Pak”                     12      445
  Ardit Cuni & Daniela Toci         “Qaj”                                       14      438
  Wendi Mancaku                     “Ëndrra Ime”                                15      407
  Erik Lloshi                       “Mos Urre”                                  16      369
  Manuel Moscati & Matteo Becucci   “Sempre”                                    17      349
  Flori Nazifi & Inis Neziri        “Fli Në Krahët E Mi”                        18      342
  Venera Lumani                     “Lind Për Ty”                               19      338
  Revolt Klan                       “Ndriço”                                    20      334
  Rovena Dilo & Onat                “Ma Jo”                                     21      302
  Robert Aliaj                      “Ah Ku Më Hodhi Zoti”                       22      270
  Kanita                            “S'jemi Ne”                                 23      254
  Alar Band & Livia                 “Të Duam Ty”                                24      244
  Kelly                             “Ma Ka Fajin Zemra”                         25      210
  Kastro Zizo                       “Sonata E Gjumit”                           26      196
  Mishela Rapo & Ergys Shahu        “Dashni E Rrallë”                           27      165
  Genti Deda                        “Sa T'kam Dasht”                            28      156
  Sergio HD                         “Love Don't Matter”                         29      140
  Viola                             “Ai”                                        30      137
  Giorgia Igliozzi                  “Equidistante”                              31      130
  Amela Agastra                     “Më Ler”                                    32      127
  Gerald Celibashi                  “Diamante Në Sirtar”                        33      125
  Henri Mahmuti                     “Nuk Kthehët Pas”                           34      115
  Xhon Jesku                        “Ty Nuk Të Kam”                             35      110
  Marko Strazimiri                  “4 0 3”                                     36      109
  J Gashi                           “Hola”                                      37      89
  Rigersa Zefi                      “Të Kam Humb”                               38      85
  ROD                               “Engjëll”                                   39      73
  Xhoi                              “Aq Sa Më Do”                               40      71
  Lidia Lufi                        “Duaj”                                      41      71
  Silvi Mema                        “Për Ty”                                    42      27

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[5]  Official Music Video |date=10 February 2013 |accessdate=15 November 2019}} _Note: Open description for credits._

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title: Kënga Magjike 2018

question: How can you describe KËNGA MAGJIKE 2018?

answer: It is an annual Albanian music contest.

question: Who was the winner of this music contest?

answer: The winner of this music contest was Flori Mumajesi.

question: Where did the grand final of the music contest take place?

answer: It took place at the Pallati i Kongreseve in Tirana.

question: What was the song title that won the music contest?

answer: The song was titled "Plas."

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article describes an Albanian music contest, and what the results of the contest were along with all the songs that were presented at the contest.


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By Stephany Nunneley, Thursday, 22 February 2018 18:09 GMT

If you want to create a second character for Metal Gear Survive, it will cost you.

Metal Gear Survive released earlier this week in the US, and players who wish to create a new character for a second playthrough of the game, or just to have another on hand, will need to fork over some Survival Coins.

This also applies to shared accounts through Steam, PSN and Xbox One if an additional user wants to create their own character.

According to US Gamer, Metal Gear Survive players who wish to play a character other than the original created for the single-player campaign and the online portion will need to pay $9.99 or £7.99.

This is how much it will cost in order to acquire the 1,000 Survival Coins, the microtransaction currency of Metal Gear Survive, in order to create a second character.

The $9.99 or £7.99 spent through Steam, PSN, or the Xbox Store is equal to 1,150 Survive Coins.

So in other words, if you don’t want to spend the extra cash, the only way to go about it is changing your character. This means you will have to start over if you wish to play a different gender like in Metal Gear 4 Online, for instance. You can still change the look of your player for free at Base Camp, but that’s the extent of it.

Obviously, many players are upset over the issue, as you will see over on the ResetEra forums.

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Metal gear Survive was released for PC, PS4 and Xbox One on February 20 in the US and today in Europe.

question: What is Metal Gear Survive?

answer: It is perhaps an action-adventure game.

question: How much does it cost to create a second character for Metal Gear Survive?

answer: One has to pay $9.99 or £7.90 to acquire 1,000 Survival Coins to create a second character.

question: How can one have a new character without having to pay?

answer: One has to start over and change their current character instead of creating a second one.

question: Where can one play Metal Gear Survive?

answer: In PC, PS4, and Xbox One.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: One has to pay $9.99 or £7.90 to acquire 1,000 Survival Coins to create a second character for Metal Gear Survive. Many players are not happy with this.


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Hello gamers, today we are going to see how to get free GTA 5 money online easily in around two minutes. Grand theft auto V money generator here is back tested and also updated regularly.

GTA 5 money generator

The fifth edition of the most sought out action game Grand Theft Auto, shortly and fondly referred to as GTA, brings with it whole gamut of adventure, action and interesting new features to keep the players glued onto their screen and onto the edges of their seats. The GTA 5 which is yet again a vent for those who want to bring out their antagonists out, lets you unleash unlimited and unexplainable power over an imaginary city background, Los Santos.

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The game is based on three criminals and the player will be assuming the role of one, as per their choice and you even get the chance to switch between them as you wish. There are loan sharks issuing shark cards to give you extra cash and ATMs full of cash for you to rob the money you want and much more. The cash in the game is similar to the real cash we use in our daily lives. So there is no actual calculation knowledge that one needs to have to handle the money. But what you will know as you play the game is the fact that there are many interesting weapons and features to unfold and you are unable to do that purely because you are short of cash.

How to make cash in GTA V?

Making cash in GTA V will obviously involve you to play the game efficiently and continually. There are multiple ways to make cash in this action packed exciting game of thieves and cops. When you have just started on the game, you will find that you are at massive disadvantage with very low cash and quite a few opponents and obstacles to face.

-   There are hidden packages or gifts scattered over the map that you can check out when you want to. However these are hard to be spotted and the glitch which worked in helping to spot has long since been fixed. However if you do stumble upon them, you will be instantly richer by $5k – $25k easily.
-   See an ATM on the map, wait around it for someone to withdraw cash. You rarely have to use any combat weapons with the people who are withdrawing cash from ATM and you will be surprised by the amount of cash you come by.
-   You can also point the gun at the cashier in any corner market or convenience store and loot the money while evading the cops sooner than you think. You may however want to avoid looting the same shop or store again and again. It may not be easy everytime.
-   Investing in stocks is another bigger and a safer option. Safer for there are no cops to evade but they are riskier in their own sense. If you invest in a plummeting stock, then you might actually lose out on everything. On the other hand, pick a winner and you have quite a lot of money in hand.
-   Participating in street races is another option to make good money illegally in this game.
-   Never indulge in weapons or cars that are of no use to you initially. Only use the cash sparsely and when required. End of the day saving, even in the game, is the best way to keep yourself always stocked in good cash.

Of course, the best option is to use the Free GTA V money generator online or the Free GTA V money tool. Wondering on why this is the best option? Well, read on to find out the features, the benefits and how to use the tool without compromising your safety in real life and the virtual world.

What is the GTA V money generator online?

As anyone can clearly make out from the name, the generator is the tool to generate unlimited money poker online, the money here refers to the game cash for GTA V. It is basically a hack tool that is designed by some very smart programmers who have imbibed a complex algorithm to get into the game server, bypassing its security system and give you access to unlimited game cash, without raising any form of suspicion at any point.

The coding is designed to breach the game server through a back door, where it will creep in to ensure a genuine transaction of transferring your assets to your game account is done without a trace of your IP or any kind of network foot print. The encryption used in these hack tools are of the best quality and it ensures that your information, minimal as it is, is not compromised at any stage and for any reason. The transfer of cash happens in such a way that it appears to be a genuine credit into your account rather than a fraudulent transaction.

How to use the free GTA V money?

While the program or the tool itself is designed with multiple lines of complex algorithm and programming, the design is simple and easy to use for anyone. All you need is a robust and steady internet connection and a basic idea of typing into your gaming device. The instructions, as you can see from the below steps, are quite simple that even the person with the least technical IQ can use it with a glance.

-   The link for reaching the generator is provided in this page and you can just click on it to reach the actual main page of the generator online.
-   Now choose the platform on which you run the game. It could be anything from a playstation to Xbox and you will still be able to run the generator. Do remember to choose it right as there will be difference in the algorithm and coding depending on the device you play your game on.
-   Now you have to enter your game id, which is the same as the user name you use for running the game in your console. You don’t have to necessarily give your name. if you want to get your friend’s account credited with cash, you can do so as well. Just type in their username in the game correctly at this juncture.
-   Now you have options to enter the cash amount along with options to unlock weapons, unlock cars, getting the invincible mode, etc. Choose everything that you want from the hack tool.
-   You can also choose the number of RP (Reputation points) as part of this generator.
-   Now you just click on the tab that says “generate” and wait for the server to establish the connection and make the transaction.
-   There might be a human verification stage that you have to complete before the necessary credits happen. But this is again a simple step that doesn’t require much of technical knowledge or expertise.

That is it! You are now the proud owner of the best cars, the best weapons and also huge amount of cash to spend on. Use the cash wisely to get your hands on the best resources and make headway in the game. If you find the account not credited readily, you may want to restart the game and check the account credit. It happens almost instantaneously unless there is a very heavy load on the server in which case it will happen in a couple of hours.

If you still have any queries or clarifications that you want to raise regarding this online generator you can do so by writing to the customer support team who are available 24×7 for your assistance.

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Features of GTA V money for free

Not everything that comes for free is good. This is often a mindset we are brought up with, thanks to the many different fraudulent websites that we come across. However in the case of GTA V money generator, you are not setting up yourself to be defrauded. You know this how? Well,

-   For one, you are not sharing any kind of personal information like contact address or bank details.
-   You are not paying any money so there is no actual monetary loss in case the money generator happens to be fraudulent (which is not the case anyways).
-   There is no reason for you to download the program or run an .exe file when dealing with this online generator. This is a completely online generator and it runs on the browser directly.
-   It uses the best encryption technology and the coding involves the algorithm for anti-detection as well. This means that your information is transmitted with utmost security and there is no trace left by the game server to detect your presence.

While the above factors only uphold the fact that there is no real risk involved in using this free GTA V money hack, given below are a few factors that will add onto the advantage offered by this generator.

-   Simple to understand and easy to use. You don’t have to be a techno geek or a computer genius to make use of this online generator. All you need to be is be a passionate player of the GTA V game and leave the rest to us.
-   Completely safe and tested many times to prove its efficiency. Even before the hack was released to the public it was tested extensively to ensure that it works 100%. So there is rarely a case of failure of credit and there has been none reported so far as you can see from the comments online.
-   Compatibility across multiple platforms. This is definitely a blessing for those who play in different platforms like PS3, PS4, Xbox one or Xbox 360. The generator is a single spot for all your troubleshooting across multiple gaming consoles of GTA V. Whatever be your game console or device or platform, you can be rest assured that this generator will work seamlessly.
-   There is absolutely no limit on the amount of money you can generate with this tool. You can generate millions in just couple of minutes and enjoy endless gaming. And if you are still short of money, run this generator again as there is no limit on the number of times you can run it either.
-   You have a 24×7 support line that you can get in touch with who will respond to all your queries and doubts instantly and clearly.

Are you still being skeptical? Here are a few pointers to dissolve your fears.

Is there any charge or fee to be paid?

You are definitely in for a pleasant surprise here. There is absolutely no cost involved. Keep your wallet intact as you gain extra lead over your friends and foes. The GTA V money hack is absolutely free of cost, which means that you can run this as many times you want and make as much money you want without worrying about your pocket running dry.

Most importantly, there are no possibilities of hidden fees getting charged to your account at a later date. This is because, the generator doesn’t seek your account details or any other banking information while logging in. So, you are perfectly safe and you don’t have to spend even a single penny.

Are there risks that I should be aware of?

The only risk we can think of is you not finding enough time to spend all the money you generate from this online generator. Being a generator based on online browser and one that uses the best possible encryption and anti-ban algorithms, there is no reason for you to suspect any foul activity or risk when running this free online generator for GTA V.

With no limitations, on when, where and the number of times you can use the tool, you can now enjoy the GTA V game to its fullest extent it was designed for. The game is exciting and can be more only if you allow yourself the luxury of the best cars and the best weapons within your hands’ reach. Enjoy unlimited action and adventure in GTA V with the free GTA V money hack.

question: What does the text say about GTA 3?

question: What does the text say about GTA V?

answer: GTA V is the fifth installment of the hit action-adventure game "Grand Theft Auto" or GTA. The game lets gamers play as antagonists hell-bent on creating havoc on the imaginary city of Los Santos and the denizens living there. Players can choose from three playable characters (who are all criminals) and switch between them. GTA V players can vent out their frustrations on Los Santos by doing whatever they want in the game. Cash in the game is similar to the real thing, and the mechanics on how to handle it and get more are mostly the same in real life. Players can buy interesting weapons and other features in GTA V using the cash they earn or steal in-game. Like all games, players start with little to no money for weapons or in-game items but are able to purchase more as they play more and acquire more money.

question: Summarize the ways how players can make money in GTA V.

answer: There are many ways GTA V players can make money in the game, both legally and illegally. There are loan sharks that issue shark cards to players for extra cash. There are hidden packages or gifts scattered across the map that can give players $5k to $25k, but these are hard to find. Investing in stocks is also another legit way to earn money in GTA V. However, like in real life, there is an inherent risk to investing in stocks. Players can lose it all if they invest all their money on a plummeting stock. On the illegal side of making money in GTA V, players can rob an ATM full of cash or wait for an NPC to withdraw money from an ATM and rob them, which is easier. Another option is pointing a gun at the cashier of any corner market or convenience store and looting the money in the register. Players can also participate in street races. However, illegal options will always bring heat from the cops.

question: What is the author of the text offering GTA V players?

answer: The author is offering GTA V players a way to acquire unlimited amounts of money and other items in the game by using an illegal online hack called the free GTA V money generator online or the Free GTA V money tool. The hack tool works by breaching the game server via a backdoor and bypassing security without leaving any kind of network footprint. Once access is granted, the hack will give the player unlimited cash without raising any form of suspicion because the transfer appears as a genuine credit into the player's account, rather than a fraudulent transaction. The GTA V money generator runs on any platform (Playstation, Xbox), is free to use, and there is nothing to download or install. It runs directly from the browser. All the player has to do is click on the link provided, enter their game ID, and let the generator work its magic.


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There is no title. It's the beginning of something I've been messing with. It's mostly just fancy word play, it's coherent enough to follow, yet schizophrenic enough to personify what it's like to feel insane and confused -shrug- figured I'd share it. You're supposed to feel like you're in the mind of a mad man, I'm not sure how well I did.
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My mind warped and twisted. Thoughts and images of demons danced within my mind and around the room as I tried to hold onto reality. Shadows swirled, and I heard laughter coming from all around me. Screams cut through the silence and fires burned on the metal walls. I did my best to ground my feet in what I knew was rational, but it still felt like I was falling down a never ending hole; thoughts of grandeur, false senses of security, and overall apathy swept across my blank mind.

My face was like stone as I sat and looked out the window, the world racing by, night raining down like ash as it covered the world in darkness.  I felt like I was drowning as I sat, felt the water swirling around my ankles and the shackles as they clanked against the floor. It felt needles being pressed into my skin, and bugs crawling inside me. I brought my bound and chained hands to my forehead and pressed as hard as I could to keep my skull from splitting open. I screamed as the voices inside my head began to howl, and the world around me began to transform and mold itself around my “insanity”, or so they called it.
 “Hey…you…you. Shut the hell up! Stop yelling! I said stop!”

I heard the blow echo through my head even before I felt it. A blunt pain ripped through my skull, it was like the demons in my head had been smashed out. I saw flashing lights, like the cameras outside the court room on the day they convicted me. I heard ringing in my ears, like the sirens as they walked me in chains to my doom. The room seemed to be spinning on itself as I slumped over in the ratty bus seat, dizzy and lightheaded, gasping for air, trying not to choke on my own tongue and vomit.

 “Fucking nut cases.” I heard the guard mutter under his breath, as he wiped the butt of his rifle off with a rag and made his way to the front of the bus.
The vibration under me shivered and rattled up my spine, the wheels of the bus tore forward against the road, softly easing the sickly spinning. The world was coming to an end. My head had slumped on my shoulders, bobbing with the bumps on the road. I was too weak to hold my head up, from the corner of my eyes I saw the moon laughing at me. The scratched and tinted, metal barred windows seemed to twist the light in concerto with the trees outside as they blocked the moon from my sight, I grinned at the thought that the trees outside would do me such a favor.

 My hands ached. The water bellow me had retreated, I wondered…was ever there in the first place…? I looked at the floor below me, scuffled and scratched like the windows above…and everything else on this god forsaken bus. The shackles on my ankles clanked and clashed against the floor, while the orange on my arms seemed to burn my skin like an acid, the jump suit itching at my throat. I could almost taste the color. I smiled, closed my eyes and started to snicker again. I felt my head throbbing, pounding, trying to split from my body. I was helpless to lift my hands from my lap or sit up from my shackles, and that orange, that sickly orange seemed to be chasing me. I shut my eyes tighter and hoped it would leave, hoped it would all just stop...It was the only color, the only thought, the only feeling besides the sickly crimson, caked and scared onto my knuckles from the nights before. The entire world seemed to be a mess of black, gray and orange, and I wondered if the guards would let us trick or treat a few days early, since we were all already in costume. I heard laughter in front of me; I guess one of the prisoners found humor in that thought as well.

The bus rocked and swayed, like a subway, as it drove through the night. It was like a symphony. The beat of a bass tremorred around my head as the wheels bellow me kicked up rocks on the dark road and roared against the pavement. The percussions of the brass, as the chains and shackles clashes against the floor, the hums and howl of the winds as the night swept in through a cracked window. I found myself humming to fill the void of the strings, it was the only thing that gave me comfort as the bus pushed forward, closer to my fate, to my hell. I was glad it was almost over. All of this is so…familiar. The colored outfit, the guns, the moon, the bus ride…I guess it ends where it began, I thought with a smile on my face… Three years running. Three years since the razor wire fence maimed my finger as I leapt back into the realm of the living… Three years since my first escape. . . This time, it was all going to end. This time, there was no escape.

title: Schizophrenic Prisoner [870 words]

question: What is the narrator doing on the bus and where are they going.

answer: The narrator is an escaped prisoner who has been caught. He is shackled and dressed in orange uniforms as he is taken back to the prison to complete his sentence.

question: Where do the voices in the narrator's head come from?

answer: The narrator is schizophrenic. The voices in his head are the result of hallucinations brought about by his condition


text:
The moon was waning, giving off nothing more than a fraction of her light. She was set high in the sky, gracing her council of steadfast pine trees. The great trees stood there in respect, and in return they gave essence of pine which the wind blessed and wafted everywhere. To show her gratitude, the moon placed herself higher for all to see. Moreover, all of this I saw as it came through my window, embracing me closely, comforting me to my sleep. It was intoxicating. With each breath I took, my eye lids inched closer to their meeting ground, my limbs became lighter, and my soul calmed. Finally, I was laid to rest.

The moon, she left her council with her fickle self. But, in her absence, the gracious sun raised himself in the same spot. He gleamed bright warm rays. They made the birds sing, the mammals move, and the people bustle. The pine trees stretched their canopies to him as though they had arms. The sounds of life that echoed from out-side along with the warm rays were enough to remedy my hangover.

When I arose, what I had thought to be people bustling was nothing more than my old alarm clock I set to the sounds of downtown, or how it used to be.

My room, it was filled with trinkets that I collected in my walks through woods and abandoned areas. The walls were old oak, laced with cracks and splinters, nails, and old cobwebs. The ceiling was in the same condition except for the occasional hole here and there. There was an old rug on the floor that was my mother’s; it was frilled around the perimeter. The design was diamonds, everywhere, one large one in the center, blood red, then the rest were scattered in no particular fashion. A metal shelf on one of the walls was dusty from holding the rocks I found. And, opposite of that wall sat my nightstand. The alarm clock sat on top, and in the drawers were my locket and my old rucksack.

I left my room, my house, and decided to take my normal route east past the hill, that only grows tall thistles, past the dilapidated hospital, and past the barren park, or as I called it, the land of benches. My house, it was west of downtown.

Though it’s a shame, I have forgotten the name of the city. Time has aged my mind in our never-ending entanglement.
There weren’t any people, any dogs, or any cats. It was just me and the birds singing to our hearts content the songs of lamentations, burdens, hope.

I walked along the fencing of an old reservoir; I wanted to refill my bottle that I kept with me. I jumped the old rusty fence, just as I have done so many other times, and cut myself. I didn’t notice at the time. It wasn’t until I stepped into the water that I saw my blood swirl through, dancing, and gracing the water with its presence; the blood slowly took over the water’s appearance, and make it useless.

I collected my water. I bandaged up my cut. I jumped the fence again. That day, it was the day I decided that I would walk to the other side of the city. I already knew that there’d be nothing waiting for me. I just felt like walking.

By now it was noon-day. I had already told myself that I shouldn’t eat just to conserve food for the latter. I walked east, east towards the city’s edge. I was there once before, as a child with my parents. There was a small amusement park with dim withered lights that used to be full of people. The night we went the moon was full, and the smell of food was everywhere. The aroma of hot dogs, popcorn, cotton candy, and fresh funnel cake was in the air. But, the scent of the pine trees over powered the food with each bless-ed kiss from the wind.

I kept walking east. Now that his Consistent Majesty was behind me, I became worrisome of my future. As I walked memories flooded my head grade school, dates, people… Yet I couldn’t figure out why I had stopped traversing to the east side.

I walked past Candered St., Dosmond St., Clarence Ave., Dlowst Ct.. They all looked the same. Barren.

I was a ways from home now, at least too far to walk back in the eve. The moon, she started to show her last faction of light, and I started to fret.

I needed a place to rest, to recover, to hide. There were several dilapidated buildings. There were plants growing on the side of them. The lot of them was vines with very small leaves. Their veins where thick; the older vines looked almost that of tree trunks. They all looked dark green, and then again, it was nighttime.

The moon started her normal routine. I was still outside. It was a sight though. I sat and watched. The moon, she rose with great speed, and the trees prepared themselves for they were summoned. The vines, they had arms, but they did not respond to the call. They were steadfast in the still night. The sliver of moonlight fell, and hit their leaves and bounced off. However, the leaves had their own intention. Before moonlight bounced off, the leaves twisted which caused the light to bounce everywhere. And, that bounced moonlight exposed all the mist in the sky. The mist was proud. It danced, flickered, and sparkled; it put on a show for all of none to see, except for me their secret watcher.

Suun Sunnom. This was my name. There was no middle just first and last.

I could see the moon and she me. I was late, or maybe she was early. The wind, he whipped up as normal. Something was wrong. Clouds, they were carried by the wind. He was mad. I was late.

The closest place was an old church. It was brick. I could tell that the “spirit” that may have once resided there is long gone. Or has given up to its creations of vegetation. But the church, it was empty on the inside. No pews, no podium, no bibles. The church wasn’t even a building at this point. It was a structure. An empty structure that felt void of its past. I must have been the only person to step foot in there for a while. The roof, it was broken; the wood frame was splintered, and the shingle where limp, hanging over the high wooden beams.

I cared. No, I didn’t care. I wanted to rest. I finished my task: I had to hide.
This night there was no comforting. I slept.

I woke. The rations from yesterday are what I ate. The berries that I collected, fortunately, or not, they weren’t poisonous.

I left the church. The clouds that came last night hadn’t left yet. I knew that the proud mist’s cousin was on her merry way. Rain, she’s pompous. She releases herself on whomever is below her. And, none can do anything.

I wanted to get to the amusement park. I wanted to relive my past life. I wanted to remember what it was like with people. Their touch, I forgot what it was like, or maybe I don’t want to remember.

I walked hastily to the park in fear of rain, avoiding the array of the roots in the ground. Some were like speed bumps some were like walls. They look like they have been living for years on end. Countless years. Years, on years, on years.

It made me think, “What day is it? What month is it? What year is it?” I didn’t care; no, I cared.

The park, it was just in the distance wearing its aged Ferris wheel, and since it was still morn, His Majesty shown just above the wheel’s top. It was glorious, but the rain, she quickened herself just to end my happiness. She whipped her head to scoff at the earth, and then she proceeded to offer herself in pity of us, us, being the Earth. Little did she know that I was enthralled with her beauty. Little did she know that she was quite humble, once she joined us. She fell with great speed, sometimes aided by the wind. She never stopped to look where she fell. But, when she made contact, it was like, we, us, were joined to every aspect of the universe; I was one with the furthest star. The rain, she hit my skin, and my skin accepted her as one, as one who was as humble, or pompous, as I was. The Earth, she opened her pores, her grounds, and her heart to the rain. The two where in a never-ending dance. The Rain came from the Earth, and the Earth needed the Rain to come back again. The Rain knew her place in the cycle, she was just, well, pompous.

I continued to walk towards the Ferris wheel. It was distant at first then close up.

-Amazing… The rust, beautiful.-

The rust, it was truly amazing.

Years have made it turn red, blood red. The air around was heavy with the scent of iron.

But, there was something new. It was hidden behind the Ferris wheel. Well, not hidden per say, but there. It was a Red tower. Red, as red as the rust, as red as the water with my blood. It stood regally. Twas shaped like the Eiffel tower.

I questioned my sanity. I’ve never seen it before. I doubted that I was going mad… The tower was hidden by the concealer Fog. The mys’try of weather, for me, then again for whom else? The tower was as though it wasn’t real. Its figure faded in and out, luring me.

The tower.

The fog.

Me.

I don’t know what happened… I mean, I won’t tell [you]. I won’t tell [you] what happened to the people. I won’t tell [you] what happened. I can’t. But, I should, shouldn’t I?

Religion is a cruel beast of burden. Lo and behold, their Omniscients are vain, spiteful, jealous, maybe. Nevertheless, that happened.

I also know that this tower is true… Lest true to me.

The “rapture” has happened. From whomever’s Omniscient[s] I know not. It was no Imam, no Sodom and Gomorra, no fire and brimstone, no nothing, no virgins, not even enlightenment or wisdom. There was just me and the birds.

I have placed it, an account, here for one, [you], me, it,

*“Mother is gone. Father is gone. The Dog is gone. The house is gone. I have*
*none around me. The neighborhood is gone. There are only trees here now. I*
*must be asleep, or dead.*

*I walked down town. There was no one.*

*I’m hungry, but I can’t summon food. I cannot be dreaming.*

*I must be dead, but the city looks, used… as if used today.*

*Dead. Dead….*

*I guess this is what I wanted. Peace?*

*No, this must be a trial. This must be my purgatory. I am not happy or sad.*
*This is not “salvation” or “redemption” or “damnation” of any sorts.*

*But, now who am I? I am no longer what I was. Am I a shell that stands in the thick of nothing? Or am I one who is surrounded by everything that I have ever wanted and is just too ignorant to realize anything. Do I stand at the bottom of my own throne of happiness unable to climb it and set myself upon it?*

*Nevertheless, I am “here”.*

*“Here” with a strip of paper that has a name. And under that name is, “This is*
*you, but not who you once were; once you know of this name, knowledge of*
*the future will come. But, will there be a price to pay?"*

I climbed the study tower.

To say it was tall would be an understatement. I climbed, but I mean, I had the time.

I used the built on ladder, that had faded red paint, it cried out to be repainted. I knew what I was to do.

It never actually hit me till now, my name, the weather and all. It makes sense, to me. I doubt to [you].

This is nothing more than a last days account. [You] will never read this.

I have grown tired though.

Do [you] remember the reservoir I mentioned earlier? The blood, how it dance and over took the water? Of course [you] don’t. My blood made it red. The color of the rust. The color of this tower…

I reached to top of the ladder. There was a platform big enough on which to walk. I decided to stand on it then sit. On the platform was an antenna that looked like a spike, almost as if it were for sacrifices.

The Fog it was non-existent up here. There wasn’t a cloud in sight. There were stars. Many stars, they helped to fill the void that’s called space. I lost myself looking up at the masses. But, this wasn’t peace. It was a distraction, a distraction from my task at hand.

There was a red star in the sky. However, I didn’t stay long enough to see if it too would infect the others.

I don’t remember who I was. It’s a pity.

My future, now, is nothing more than desired non-existence.

But, a price I don’t know.

The Sun & The Moon, they affected my emotions.

The Weathers, they affected my perspective.

All of them are my enemy because of the piece of paper. I put my trust in that paper. Why, I don’t know.

My name Suun Sunnom: M, N, N, N, O, S, S, U, U, U.

NON SUM UNUS: I AM NO ONE.

The Sun & The Moon, The Weathers, they have been trying to make me what I once was, someone. I will not let them thwart me! My hour has come at last! I am no one, and there is no price to be paid because I am no one!

Just as I laced the water with my blood, I shall repaint the tower with my blood.

Here, on this antenna, I’ll extinguish myself. I must make sure to bleed plenty, plenty enough to cover the tower.

I am no fool!... I know what I must do… I don’t care if the birds laugh.

However, if [you] are reading this then I was wrong, terribly wrong.

title: [FN] The Red Tower in the East

question: Why was the narrator heading to the city?

answer: The narrator on this day felt like walking around and hence headed to the city.

question: What was the reason for the city being empty?

answer: This information can't be found.

question: What feelings does the narrator experience while walking around?

answer: The narrator is overwhelmed with the beauty of the barren city. At one point, she fears the rain and walks as quickly as she can. She also visits the amusement park to relive her past life.


text:
_I CENTO PASSI_ (English: _ONE HUNDRED STEPS_ or _THE HUNDRED STEPS_) is an Italian film released in 2000, directed by Marco Tullio Giordana about the life of Peppino Impastato, a political activist who opposed the Mafia in Sicily. The story takes place in the small town of Cinisi in the province of Palermo, the home town of the Impastato family. One hundred steps was the number of steps it took to get from the Impastato house to the house of the Mafia boss Tano Badalamenti. The film has been released on Regions 2 and 4 DVDs but a Region 1 release has yet to be made.

Plot

The film opens with Peppino as a small child singing the popular song “Nel blu, dipinto di blu” with his brother in the back seat of a car on the way to a family gathering. The family is of good standing in the community and they are celebrating this. In this scene, the relationship between Peppino and his uncle Cesare Manzella is established. His uncle is a Don or Mafia boss in the small town of Cinisi where the story is set. In a scene, soon after the happy family gathering, we see Don Cesare killed by a car bomb which was planted by a rival Mafia boss. This ends Peppino’s time of innocence. Even as a small child he is thrust into the realities of life in the Mafia.

After his uncle’s funeral, he goes to a local painter, Stefano Venuti, who is also a very outspoken member of the communist party in Sicily, to paint a picture of Cesare. Stefano refuses and does not really give him a reason. He did not get along with Cesare when he was alive because of their great difference in political views but he cannot explain this to the sad stubborn little boy. Stefano ends up taking Peppino under his wing and puts his stubborn persistent energy to better use by working with the Communist Party in Sicily. The story then jumps to when Peppino is a young adult in his early 20s protesting against the government expropriating land that belonged to local farmers to build an airport with his Comrades in the Communist Party. They all end up in the local jail where Peppino is bailed out by his father.

After this incident, Peppino brings Stefano an article he has written for a local propaganda newspaper titled “La Mafia è una montagna di merda” or “The Mafia is a pile of shit” which Stefano deems to be too extreme and very dangerous to publish. This is the point where there is a break between Peppino and Stefano. Peppino becomes more and more extreme in his hatred for the Mafia and his need to expose all of the corruption that is happening in the town. Peppino and his father get into an argument because of this article and this causes a rift between Peppino and his family.

[The house of Gaetano Badalamenti, hundred steps from Peppino's family house] Peppino’s next step to expose the Mafia was to create a radio station with his friends called “radio Aut” which condemned the Mafia and told about don Tano’s participation in the drug trade. At this point, Peppino’s father is under a lot of pressure to make his son stop what he is doing. Peppino gets kicked out of his family’s house. His mother is still looking out for him. She brings him books and keeps him hidden from his father. Meanwhile, Luigi cannot handle the situation that Peppino has created at home so he goes to visit his relatives in America. They tell him that they can get Peppino a job in radio in America if he wants.

Shortly after Luigi returns from America, he has a conversation with Peppino and then gets hit by a car on his walk home from his restaurant. Peppino does not acknowledge his father's Mafia friends at his funeral. This was not unexpected from him and it was rude and dangerous. By this point, Peppino starts to doubt in the people's commitment to resist the Mafia. He feels like he is all alone in his resistance. He decides to run for office in a local election running under a very small leftist party while continuing his radio crusade.

The Mafia eventually gets tired of Peppino and decides that life would be easier without him. They have men follow him in his car one night and when he stops at a railroad crossing they drag him out of his car beat him until he cannot move, tie him to the railroad tracks with TNT and blow him up. His friends realize that something's up and go looking for Peppino. They cannot find anything until the morning when they find the police in the spot where Peppino has been killed. They can see the blood on the ground from where he was beaten. They protest vehemently to the police to investigate it as murder (as it obviously was from the evidence) but the police, having been influenced by the Mafia, rule the case terrorist act, and then later on as suicide and leave. At his funeral, there is a huge demonstration of support from the many people who he had made an impact on in his ten years of anti-Mafia and Communist party work.

Peppino Impastato was killed on May 9, 1978. The case was originally treated as a suicide and no one was convicted for his murder until 1997 when the case was reopened and Gaetano Badalamenti was convicted and given a life sentence for the murder of Peppino Impastato.

Main characters

-   Giuseppe “Peppino” Impastato – Played by Luigi Lo Cascio is the young activist that this movie is based on. At a young age he became very aware of the harsh reality of the Mafia when his uncle was blown up by a car bomb. He becomes a very active member of the Communist party in Sicily. He creates a radio station, radio Aut, to get the word out on how bad the Mafia is and identifies the Mafia boss on the air. He also used it as an extreme form of free speech and a rallying point for the youth of Sicily.
-   Luigi Impastato – Played by Luigi Maria Burruano is Peppino’s father and works for the local Mafia boss who is the center of all of the local drug trade. He and Peppino have a falling out and Luigi starts falling apart under the strain of the Mafia boss who wants him to shut Peppino up. He after a long time of non communication with his family or Peppino has one last conversation with Peppino in his diner, Peppino offers him a ride home but he cannot take it due to his emotional state and ends up being hit by a car and dies. We are left wondering if this is an accident or if it was murder.
-   Felicia Impastato – Played by Lucia Sardo is Peppino’s mother. She walks a fine line between her husband and her son when the two are not speaking. When Peppino has moved out of the house because of the disagreement between him and his father it is his mother who keeps him updated on the family and helps him to get food and his books and other such things. In the end she gets left behind with all of the pain and sorrow from losing her husband and oldest son.
-   Giovanni Impastato – Played by Paolo Briguglia is Peppino’s younger brother. He does not follow in the footsteps of his brother even though he stays friendly with him for the most part. He stays with his mother and helps her to deal with all of the drama that is happening between father, son and the local Mafia.
-   Cesare Manzella – Played by Pippo Montalbano was Peppino’s favorite uncle and a Mafia boss who is at the very beginning blown up with a car bomb by a rival Mafia boss.
-   Gaetano “Tano” Badalamenti – Played by Tony Sperandeo is the local Mafia boss who Peppino persecutes on the radio. Tano is the person who eventually gets so fed up with Peppino’s attitude toward the Mafia that he has him killed.
-   Stefano Venuti – Played by Andrea Tidona is the painter who is also a leftist activist who Peppino goes to when he is very young to have him paint a picture of his Uncle Cesare who was killed. He refuses because he had not gotten along with Cesare because he was a communist and Cesare was in the Mafia. Stefano ends up inspiring Peppino to take his anger toward the Mafia to lead a movement against all of the corruption and violence. The Communist party helped Peppino get started on his political and very dangerous career.

Awards

-   David di Donatello awards 2001: Best actor (Luigi Lo Cascio), best supporting actor (Tony Sperandeo), best costume designer (Elisabetta Montaldo), best screenplay
-   Brussels Film Festival 2001: Golden Iris – Best European feature, Silver Iris – Best screenplay
-   Hollywood Foreign Press Association (Golden Globes) 2001: Nominated: Best foreign language film
-   San Paolo Film Festival 2000: Audience award – Best feature
-   Venice Film Festival 2000: Cineavvenire award – Best screenplay, Pasinetti award – Best film; Nominated: Golden Lion

Other media

The Modena City Ramblers have recorded a song titled “I cento passi”, which contains samples from the movie.

title: One Hundred Steps

question: What does the article say about Peppino Impastato?

answer: The movie One Hundred steps is about Peppino Impastato, a political activist who opposed the Mafia in Sicily. He becomes a very active member of the Communist party in Sicily. He creates a radio station, radio Aut, to get the word out on how bad the Mafia is and identifies the Mafia boss on the air. Peppino’s father is under a lot of pressure to make his son stop what he is doing. Peppino gets kicked out of his family’s house. He decides to run for office in a local election running under a very small leftist party while continuing his radio crusade. The mafia has men follow him in his car one night and when he stops at a railroad crossing they drag him out of his car beat him until he cannot move, tie him to the railroad tracks with TNT and blow him up. However, the police, having been influenced by the Mafia, rule the case terrorist act, and then later on as suicide and leave. The case was reopened in 1997, and Gaetano Badalamenti was convicted and given a life sentence for the murder of Peppino Impastato.

question: What does the article say about Peppino's father?

answer: Peppino's father works for the local Mafia boss who is the center of all of the local drug trade. Peppino is bailed out by his father when Peppino ends up in the local jail because he is protesting against the government expropriating land that belonged to local farmers to build an airport with his Comrades in the Communist Party. Peppino and his father get into an argument because of an article he has written for a local propaganda newspaper titled “The Mafia is a pile of shit”. Peppino’s father is under a lot of pressure to make his son stop what he is doing. Peppino gets kicked out of his family’s house. His father is hit by a car and dies. It is not clear if this is an accident or if it was murder.

question: What does the article say about Peppino's education?

question: What does the story say about Peppino's relationship with his mother?

answer: When Peppino has kicked out of the house by his father, his mother helps him to get food and his books.