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He walked down the street, head held high. His plastic laser sword hung loosely on the belt around the end of his tan tunic, its artificial hilt hiding pure, imaginary death. He owned the world. His home made boots carried him in a confident stride. His broad steps, left then right then left again, ever forward, never lingering. He nodded at his comrades that passed by, sealing their knowledge of a world few could recount.
Black vests with blood striped trousers, long flowing robes of brown, giant, long haired creatures, and men as white as ghosts with faces of death. But here he knew no fear, here there was only love.
Many corpulent fellows had their slaves in bondage as they laughed, their green, almost slug like bodies undulated, while the few fierce warriors donned the armor of their ancestors. Their t-shaped visors, imbedded in their helmets, glistened an eerie black, as if it glimpsed into their souls, and found nothing.
As he strode past his fellow disciples, he looked down his nose at the the few dressed in blue, with impish ears and cold demeanors, and the ridge headed ones with armors of brown and black leather. But he need not quarrel here for he knew his superiority.
He saw partitions where the mightiest of the Heroes sat, reduced to mere mortals, whose only charge in life was to inscribe their own names on likenesses of themselves. As for the fallen Heroes, their cardboard visages stood as a stark reminder the few who dared to depart from the path of light.
So, dark and full of evil, he saw a man who was no longer a man, but an amalgam of fiberglass and malevolence. He knew deep down the true relationship between him and this wicked being. He knew of the prophecies and what they foretold, bt he also knew this was neither the time or the place for such actions.
The sounds and smells were almost overpowering. Everywhere he looked, there were beings from far off lands in the garbs of the bygone era. Suits and uniforms not worn for decades, brought into the light once again in all their splendor. Here he was at peace, for he knew, these were his people, his companions, his alliance.
He sat, with eyes closed, listening to the murmur of a thousand different tongues, each one different and interesting in its own right. as soon as he picked up on one conversation, he was immediately engrossed in another. Listening to the guttoral grunts od the ridge headed ones, he smiled and chuckled to himself. Their sheer audacity humored him so. To think, they thought they had the right and privilege to be in his presence. But someday they would learn. He turned his attention to the small ones in their brown cloaks and with their blackened faces and amber eyes, dealing in trade and salvage with the local merchants.
 	As the sun slowly set in the far off clouds, he knew his time here was coming to a close. He watched as the spice miners slowly left in their vessels. He witnessed his fellow masters leave, never to be seen by him again, and the Heroes, hurried off by their guards, went back to their palaces of wealth and despair. Even though he was over filled with joy, he could still not help felling a bit of despair and sadness, for he knew it would be a full solar cycle before he could return again. And with him would come even more masters and Heroes, eager and excited for a new journey.
As he walked out into the early dusk, he stopped to gaze upon an approaching vessel. It was a Ford. As the window rolled down, a man held his head out and screamed "NERD!" as he pelted the unsuspecting master with what appeared to be a Mountain Dew.
"Oh well," he though, sticky and drenched with something that definitely was not soda, "there's always next year."
And with that he walked towards the parking lot and his Pinto with the saran wrap windshield and the busted tail light.

title: Short Story I wrote in 08'

question: How could you describe the main character of the story?

answer: The main character could be some sort of ranger or mythical wizard.

question: What did the main character think about where he ranked?

answer: The main character knew he was superior to many and saw/knew how others viewed him.

question: When would the main character come back to this spot?

answer: He would only come back when it was the next solar cycle.

question: When did the main character know it was time to leave?

answer: The main character figured it was time to leave when he saw the sun had slowly set.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This short story describes the thoughts and adventures of a man in a mythic place of mind.


split: train

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*It goes without saying that this is obviously a work of complete fiction and nothing written here is based on fact of any kind. Any resemblance to persons real or imagined is entirely in your own head.*

Greetings gentle Ingress citizens of Parth. It is I, **clubcris**, your generous and benevolent dictator. I care not whether you have chosen the dedicated and proud force for all that is right (*enlightened*) or the petty and whiny mob of ungrateful peasantry (*resistance*). All I care is that you know who I am, and respect the awesome might that is reflected by my rank. You might already know my impressively determined sidekick, **pubic**, a man for whom time, fuel and mobile battery life knows no bounds.

I speak to you all today, not to tell you how to play your part in the great scheme I have envisioned for you all, but to simply limit your options to just a few and chortle as you flail about like ants below me. As you probably know, my darling wife **ToothGap** is an insider in the petty brigade that is the resistance, so I am truly omniscient in this great life and death struggle that is Ingress.

I feel I should explain my recent actions, as I don't believe many of you, of either faction, have any real idea as to how brilliant and inspired my plans and schemes are. It's not that I believe that I'm better or smarter or more impressive in the bedroom than you, it's just that I don't feel like you're paying enough attention to me. Clearly, I deserve it. Have you seen my rank lately?

Excuse me for a moment, won't you, while I take a quick quaff to clear my throat. I do enjoy a good dram of brandy. I'd tell you what it is and where it was lovingly crafted, but I'm sure you'd rather swill your common beers and box wines instead. Ahhh, that's better. Now, pay attention. My latest scheme is to help make the landscape of this "game" of ours a better place for everyone, by leveraging my incredible stature within the game environment to enforce my own genius ideas and infallible values. Please, before the whinging and whining starts, don't feel as though this is a way to simply limit *your* growth within the game to preserve my *own* advantages. I'm just a simple player like you. I'm just trying to keep the filthy unorganised rabble that is the resistance at bay and provide a happy and joyous space under my control for all to grow equally ~~slowly~~ and carefully in. This isn't just about you, it's about the big picture.

Think of it my way of helping you by learning from my experience. If not for my unimaginable mental strength and fortitude I could have leveled up far too quickly and hurt myself! Luckily for me, I'm fully capable of managing the challenges of levelling up early and mostly unimpeded and I was fine, but I can see the pitfalls waiting for all of you lesser mortals! Think of this lovingly crafted play area of my own brilliant design and devious doing as an nurturing environment where I can look over all of you to keep you safe and well. Like any petulant child, you might despise me now, but in the coming years, you'll come to realise that I was only looking out for you and your best interests. I certainly wasn't trying to bore you into leaving the game before you came close to the giddy heights that I have risen to!

Now, as sad as it may be, I have other *very* important things to attend to and I have to wrap this important address up. Don't forget to leave all of your personal details in the chat for me to check and record. It's for your own good that I know everything about you and keep an eye on you. Also, feel free to comment on your daily activities and plans so that I can have my faithful sidekick **pubic** assist you in growing as a player. And again, this isn't so much about limiting your growth, but helping you level up in a safe and progressive manner. We certainly don't want to maximise our own growth at your expense!

Play well and play safe; play exactly how I tell you to play!

Yours graciously,
**clubcris**

P.S. I almost forgot. My lovely wife **ToothGap** requests that you all be nicer to each other, and try to remember the statistics. Numbers are fun everyone!

title: Ingressive Dicktator

question: What does the story say about the narrator's suggestions to players of Ingress?

answer: The narrator introduces himself as Ingressive Dicktator and offers help with playing Ingress. They demand to be respected. They will not tell players how to play but limit their options. He asks players to leave their personal details so they can help them.

question: What does the story say about what kind of game Ingress is?


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LAKSHMIBAI, the RANI OF JHANSI (; 19 November 1828 – 18 June 1858),[1][2] was an Indian queen of the Maratha princely state of Jhansi in North India currently present in Jhansi district in Uttar Pradesh, India.[3] She was one of the leading figures of the Indian Rebellion of 1857 and became a symbol of resistance to the British Raj for Indian nationalists.

Early life

[A miniature portrait of Rani Lakshmibai] Rani Lakshmibai was born on 19 November 1828[4][5][6] in the town of Varanasi into a Marathi Karhade Brahmin family.[7] She was named Manikarnika Tambe and was nicknamed Manu.[8] Her father was Moropant Tambe[9] and her mother Bhagirathi Sapre (Bhagirathi Bai). Her parents came from Maharashtra.[10] Her mother died when she was four years old. Her father was the Commander of the war of Kalyanpranth. Her father worked for Peshwa Baji Rao II of Bithoor district.[11] The Peshwa called her “Chhabili”, which means “playful”. She was educated at home, able to read and write, and was more independent in her childhood than others of her age; her studies included shooting, horsemanship, fencing[12][13] and mallakhamba with her childhood friends Nana Sahib and Tatya Tope.[14][15] Rani Lakshmibai contrasted many of the patriarchal cultural expectations for women in India's society at this time.[16]

Rani Lakshmibai was accustomed to riding on horseback accompanied by a small escort between the palace and the temple although sometimes she was carried in a palanquin.[17] Her horses included Sarangi, Pavan and Baadal; according to historians she rode Baadal when escaping from the fort in 1858. The Rani Mahal, the palace of Rani Lakshmibai, has now been converted into a museum. It houses a collection of archaeological remains of the period between the 9th and 12th centuries AD.

History of Jhansi, 1842 - May 1857

Manikarnika was married to the Maharaja of Jhansi, Gangadhar Rao Newalkar, in May 1842[18][19] and was afterwards called Lakshmibai (or Laxmibai) in honour of the Hindu goddess Lakshmi and according to the Maharashtrian tradition of women being given a new name after marriage. In September 1851, she gave birth to a boy, later named Damodar Rao, who died four months after birth. The Maharaja adopted a child called Anand Rao, the son of Gangadhar Rao's cousin, who was renamed Damodar Rao, on the day before the Maharaja died. The adoption was in the presence of the British political officer who was given a letter from the Maharaja instructing that the child be treated with respect and that the government of Jhansi should be given to his widow for her lifetime.

After the death of the Maharaja in November 1853, because Damodar Rao (born Anand Rao) was an adopted son, the British East India Company, under Governor-General Lord Dalhousie, applied the Doctrine of Lapse, rejecting Damodar Rao's claim to the throne and annexing the state to its territories. When she was informed of this she cried out “Main apni Jhansi nahi doongi” (I shall not surrender my Jhansi). In March 1854, Rani Lakshmibai was given an annual pension of Rs. 60,000 and ordered to leave the palace and the fort.[20][21].

According to Vishnu Bhatt Godse the Rani would exercise at weightlifting, wrestling and steeplechasing before breakfast. An intelligent and simply-dressed woman, she ruled in a business-like manner.[22]

Indian Rebellion of 1857

Beginning of the Rebellion

On 10 May 1857 the Indian Rebellion started in Meerut. When news of the fighting reached Jhansi, the Rani asked the British political officer, Captain Alexander Skene, for permission to raise a body of armed men for her own protection; Skene agreed to this.[23] The city was relatively calm in the midst of the regional unrest, but the Rani conducted a Haldi Kumkum ceremony with pomp in front of all the women of Jhansi to provide assurance to her subjects, in the summer of 1857 and to convince them that the British were cowards and not to be afraid of them.[24][25]

Until this point, Lakshmibai was reluctant to rebel against the British. In June 1857, rebels of the 12th Bengal Native Infantry seized the Star Fort of Jhansi containing the treasure and magazine,[26] and after persuading the British to lay down their arms by promising them no harm, broke their word and massacred 40 to 60 European officers of the garrison along with their wives and children. The Rani's involvement in this massacre is still a subject of debate.[27][28] An army doctor, Thomas Lowe, wrote after the rebellion characterising her as the “Jezebel of India ... the young rani upon whose head rested the blood of the slain”.[29]

[The Rani of Jhansi's seal] Four days after the massacre the sepoys left Jhansi, having obtained a large sum of money from the Rani, and having threatened to blow up the palace where she lived. Following this, as the only source of authority in the city the Rani felt obliged to assume the administration and wrote to Major Erskine, commissioner of the Saugor division explaining the events which had led her to do so.[30] On 2 July, Erskine wrote in reply, requesting her to “manage the District for the British Government” until the arrival of a British Superintendent.[31] The Rani's forces defeated an attempt by the mutineers to assert the claim to the throne of a rival prince Sadashiv Rao (nephew of Maharaja Gangadhar Rao) who was captured and imprisoned.

There was then an invasion of Jhansi by the forces of Company allies Orchha and Datia; their intention however was to divide Jhansi between themselves. The Rani appealed to the British for aid but it was now believed by the governor-general that she was responsible for the massacre and no reply was received. She set up a foundry to cast cannon to be used on the walls of the fort and assembled forces including some from former feudatories of Jhansi and elements of the mutineers which were able to defeat the invaders in August 1857. Her intention at this time was still to hold Jhansi on behalf of the British.[32]

Siege of Jhansi

[The storming of Jhansi - Lieutenant Bonus] [Jhansi Fort, 1882] From August 1857 to January 1858 Jhansi under the Rani's rule was at peace. The British had announced that troops would be sent there to maintain control but the fact that none arrived strengthened the position of a party of her advisers who wanted independence from British rule. When the British forces finally arrived in March they found it well-defended and the fort had heavy guns which could fire over the town and nearby countryside. According to one source [33]Hugh Rose, commanding the British forces, demanded the surrender of the city; if this was refused it would be destroyed. The same source[34] claims that after due deliberation the Rani issued a proclamation: “We fight for independence. In the words of Lord Krishna, we will if we are victorious, enjoy the fruits of victory, if defeated and killed on the field of battle, we shall surely earn eternal glory and salvation.” Other sources, for example,[35] have no mention of a demand for surrender. She defended Jhansi against British troops when Sir Hugh Rose besieged Jhansi on 23 March 1858.

The bombardment of Jhansi began on 24 March but was met by heavy return fire and the damaged defences were repaired. The defenders sent appeals for help to Tatya Tope;[36] an army of more than 20,000, headed by Tatya Tope, was sent to relieve Jhansi but they failed to do so when they fought the British on 31 March. During the battle with Tatya Tope's forces part of the British forces continued the siege and by 2 April it was decided to launch an assault by a breach in the walls. Four columns assaulted the defences at different points and those attempting to scale the walls came under heavy fire. Two other columns had already entered the city and were approaching the palace together. Determined resistance was encountered in every street and in every room of the palace. Street fighting continued into the following day and no quarter was given, even to women and children. “No maudlin clemency was to mark the fall of the city” wrote Thomas Lowe.[37] The Rani withdrew from the palace to the fort and after taking counsel decided that since resistance in the city was useless she must leave and join either Tatya Tope or Rao Sahib (Nana Sahib's nephew).[38]

[The place from where Rani Lakshmibai jumped on her horse.[39]] According to tradition with Damodar Rao on her back she jumped on her horse Badal from the fort; they survived but the horse died.[40] The Rani escaped in the night with her son, surrounded by guards.[41] The escort included the warriors Khuda Bakhsh Basharat Ali (commandant), Gulam Gaus Khan, Dost Khan, Lala Bhau Bakshi, Moti Bai, Sunder-Mundar, Kashi Bai, Deewan Raghunath Singh and Deewan Jawahar Singh. She decamped to Kalpi with a few guards, where she joined additional rebel forces, including Tatya Tope.[42] They occupied the town of Kalpi and prepared to defend it. On 22 May British forces attacked Kalpi; the forces were commanded by the Rani herself and were again defeated.

Flight to Gwalior

The leaders (the Rani of Jhansi, Tatya Tope, the Nawab of Banda, and Rao Sahib) fled once more. They came to Gwalior and joined the Indian forces who now held the city (Maharaja Scindia having fled to Agra from the battlefield at Morar). They moved on to Gwalior intending to occupy the strategic Gwalior Fort and the rebel forces occupied the city without opposition. The rebels proclaimed Nana Sahib as Peshwa of a revived Maratha dominion with Rao Sahib as his governor (subedar) in Gwalior. The Rani was unsuccessful in trying to persuade the other rebel leaders to prepare to defend Gwalior against a British attack which she expected would come soon. General Rose's forces took Morar on 16 June and then made a successful attack on the city.[43]

Death

On 17 June in Kotah-ki-Serai near the Phool Bagh of Gwalior, a squadron of the 8th (King's Royal Irish) Hussars, under Captain Heneage, fought the large Indian force commanded by Rani Lakshmibai, who was trying to leave the area. The 8th Hussars charged into the Indian force, slaughtering 5,000 Indian soldiers, including any Indian “over the age of 16”.[44] They took two guns and continued the charge right through the Phool Bagh encampment. In this engagement, according to an eyewitness account, Rani Lakshmibai put on a sowar's uniform and attacked one of the hussars; she was unhorsed and also wounded, probably by his sabre. Shortly afterwards, as she sat bleeding by the roadside, she recognised the soldier and fired at him with a pistol, whereupon he “dispatched the young lady with his carbine”.[45][46] According to another tradition Rani Lakshmibai, the Queen of Jhansi, dressed as a cavalry leader, was badly wounded; not wishing the British to capture her body, she told a hermit to burn it. After her death a few local people cremated her body.

The British captured the city of Gwalior after three days. In the British report of this battle, Hugh Rose commented that Rani Lakshmibai is “personable, clever and beautiful” and she is “the most dangerous of all Indian leaders”.[47][48] Rose reported that she had been buried “with great ceremony under a tamarind tree under the Rock of Gwalior, where I saw her bones and ashes”.[49][50]

Her tomb is in the Phool Bagh area of Gwalior. Twenty years after her death Colonel Malleson wrote in the _History of the Indian Mutiny_; vol. 3; London, 1878-

Descendant

According to a memoir purporting to be by 'Damodar Rao', the young prince was among his mother's troops and household at the battle of Gwalior. Together with others who had survived the battle (some 60 retainers with 60 camels and 22 horses) he fled from the camp of Rao Sahib of Bithur and as the village people of Bundelkhand dared not aid them for fear of reprisals from the British, they were forced to live in the forest and suffer many privations. After two years there were about 12 survivors and these, together with another group of 24 they encountered, sought the city of Jhalrapatan where there were yet more refugees from Jhansi. Damodar Rao of Jhansi surrendered himself to a British official and his memoir ends in May 1860. He was then allowed a pension of Rs. 10,000, seven retainers, and was in the guardianship of Munshi Dharmanarayan.The whole memoir was published in Marathi in Kelkar, Y. N. (1959) _Itihasachya Sahali_ (“Voyages in History”). It is likely that this text is a written version based on tales of the prince's life in oral circulation and what actually happened to him remains unknown.

Cultural depictions and statues

File:Laxmibai's statue in Solapur.JPG|An equestrian statue of Lakshmibai in Solapur, Maharashtra. File:Samadhi of Maharani Lakshmibai.JPG|The samadhi of Rani Lakshmibai. File:Birth place of Rani Lakshmibai.jpg|Birthplace of Rani Lakshmibai, Varanasi. File:Laxmi bai park.jpg|Rani Lakshmi Bai Park, Jhansi.

Statues of Lakshmibai are seen in many places of India, which show her and her son tied to her back. Lakshmibai National University of Physical Education in Gwalior, Laksmibai National College of Physical Education in Thiruvananthapuram, Maharani Laxmi Bai Medical College in Jhansi are named after her. Rani Lakshmi Bai Central Agricultural University in Jhansi was founded in 2013. The Rani Jhansi Marine National Park is located in the Andaman and Nicobar Islands in the Bay of Bengal. A women's unit of the Indian National Army was named the Rani of Jhansi Regiment. In 1957 two postage stamps were issued to commemorate the centenary of the rebellion. Indian representations in novels, poetry, and film tend towards an uncomplicated valorization of Rani Lakshmibai as an individual solely devoted to the cause of Indian independence.[51]

The Indian Coast Guard ship ICGS Lakshmi Bai has been named after her.

Songs and poems

A number of patriotic songs have been written about the Rani. The most famous composition about Rani Lakshmi Bai is the Hindi poem _Jhansi ki Rani_ written by Subhadra Kumari Chauhan. An emotionally charged description of the life of Rani Lakshmibai, it is often taught in schools in India.[52] A popular stanza from it reads:

Translation: “From the bards of Bundela we have heard this story / She fought valiantly like a man, she was the queen of Jhansi.”

For Marathi people there is an equally well-known ballad about the brave queen penned at the spot near Gwalior where she died in battle, by B. R. Tambe, who was a poet laureate of Maharashtra and of her clan. A couple of stanzas run like this:

Translation: “You, denizen of this land, pause here and shed a tear or two / For this is where the flame of the valorous lady of Jhansi was extinguished / … / Astride a stalwart stallion / With a naked sword in hand / She burst open the British siege / And came to rest here, the brave lady of Jhansi!”

Novels

-   _Flashman in the Great Game_ by George MacDonald Fraser, a historical fiction novel about the Indian Revolt describing several meetings between Flashman and the Rani.
-   _La femme sacrée_, in French, by Michel de Grèce. A novel based on the Rani of Jhansi's life in which the author imagines an affair between the Rani and an English lawyer. Pocket, 1988,
-   _La Reine des cipayes_, in French, by Catherine Clément, Paris: Seuil, 2012,
-   _Rani_, a 2007 novel in English by Jaishree Misra.
-   _Nightrunners of Bengal_, a 1951 novel in English by John Masters.
-   _Manu_ () and _Queen of Glory_ (), (2011 & 2012) by Christopher Nicole, two novels about Lakshmibai from the time of her marriage until her death during the 'Indian Revolt' as seen and experienced by an English woman companion.
-   _Rebel Queen: A Novel_ by Michelle Moran “A Touchstone Book” New York: Simon and Schuster, March 2015 ()
-   _Seeta_: This mutiny novel written by Philip Meadows Taylor in 1872 is showing the admiration of Taylor for the Rani.[53]
-   _Lachmi Bai, Rani of Jhansi: The Jeanne D’Arc of India:_ This novel written by Michael White in 1901 depicts the Rani in a romanticised way.[54]
-   _The Rane: A legend of the Indian Mutiny:_ In this novel written by Gillean, a British military officer, in 1887 the Rani is shown as an unscrupulous and cruel woman.[55]
-   _The Queen's Desire:_ This novel written by Hume Nisbet in 1893 focuses on the Rani's sexuality. However, she does not want to use her sexuality to manipulate the British, but she cannot resist a British officer and consequently falls in love with him.[56]

Film and television

-   _The Tiger and the Flame_ (1953), directed and produced by Sohrab Modi
-   _Jhansi Ki Rani_, a television series aired on Doordarshan starring Varsha Usgaonkar as Rani Laxmibai.
-   _Jhansi Ki Rani_ (2009), a television series aired on Zee TV starring Kratika Sengar as Rani Lakshmibai and Ulka Gupta as young Rani Lakshmibai
-   _The Rebel_, a film by Ketan Mehta, a companion piece to his film _Mangal Pandey: The Rising_
-   _The Warrior Queen of Jhansi_ (2019), a British film starring Devika Bhise as Rani Lakshmibai.
-   _Manikarnika: The Queen of Jhansi_ (2019), a Hindi film starring Kangana Ranaut as Rani Lakshmibai.
-   _Sye Raa Narasimha Reddy_ (2019), a Telugu language film starring Anushka Shetty as Rani Lakshmi Bai.
-   _Khoob Ladi Mardaani...Jhansi Ki Rani_ (2019), a television series airing on Colors TV starring Anushka Sen as Rani Lakshmibai.

Video game

-   _The Order: 1886_, a single-player third-person shooter video game features a fictional version of Rani Lakshmi Bai. In the game, she is the rebel leader fighting the United India Company plotting to rule the world with unethical force.
-   _Fate/Grand Order_, a mobile turn based RPG based on the popular Fate franchise, Lakshmibai appears as a playable “Servant” in the “Saber” class. Her design is based on that of “Fate” Jeanne D'Arc, in reference to the 1901 novel _Lachmi Bai, Rani of Jhansi: The Jeanne D’Arc of India_ by Michael White which described her as “The Jeanne D'Arc of India”.

Other works

-   _The Queen of Jhansi_, by Mahasweta Devi (translated by Sagaree and Mandira Sengupta). This book is a reconstruction of the life of Rani Lakshmi Bai from extensive research of both historical documents (collected mostly by G. C. Tambe, grandson of the Queen) and folk tales, poetry and oral tradition; the original in Bengali was published in 1956; the English translation by Seagull Books, Calcutta, 2000, .
-   _The Rebellious Rani_, 1966; by Sir John George Smyth, 1st Baronet.
-   “_The Rani of Jhansi: Gender, History, and Fable in India_,” by Harleen Singh (Cambridge University Press, 2014. The book is a study of the many representations of Rani Lakshmibai in British novels, Hindi novels, poetry, and film.

[1] Meyer, Karl E. & Brysac, Shareen Blair (1999) _Tournament of Shadows_. Washington, DC: Counterpoint; p. 138--“The Rani of Jhansi ... known to history as Lakshmi Bai, she was possibly only twelve in 1842 when she married the .. Rajah of Jhansi ...”

[2] Though the day of the month is regarded as certain historians disagree about the year: among those suggested are 1827 and 1835.

[3]

[4] Meyer, Karl E. & Brysac, Shareen Blair 1999) _Tournament of Shadows_. Washington, DC: Counterpoint; p. 138--“The Rani of Jhansi ... known to history as Lakshmi Bai, she was possibly only fourteen in 1842 when she married the .. Rajah of Jhansi ...”

[5]

[6] The 177th anniversary of the Rani's birth according to the Hindu calendar was celebrated at Varanasi in November 2012:

[7]

[8]  (gives date of birth as 19 November 1835)

[9] Edwardes (1975), p. 115

[10]

[11] Later in his life Moropant Tambe was a councillor in the court of Jhansi under his daughter's rule; he was executed as a rebel after the capture of the city.

[12] David (2002), p. 350

[13] N.B. Tambe and Sapre are clan names; “Bai” or “-bai” is honorific as is “-ji” the masculine equivalent. A Peshwa in a Maratha state is the chief minister.

[14]

[15] David, Saul (2002) _The Indian Mutiny 1857_, London: Penguin, p. 350

[16] Lakshmibai, Rani of Jhansi; accessed 15 August 2019

[17]

[18]

[19]

[20] Edwardes, Michael (1975) _Red Year_. London: Sphere Books, pp. 113–14

[21] N.B. Rao only means “prince; the Maharaja was Gangadhar Newalkar of the Newalkar clan”

[22]

[23] Edwardes, Michael (1975) _Red Year_. London: Sphere Books, p. 115

[24]

[25] Vishnubhat Godse _Maja Pravas_

[26] Edwardes (1975), pp. 115-16

[27] David, Saul (2002) _The Indian Mutiny 1857_, London: Penguin, p. 368

[28] “One Indian source [Vishnubhat Godse] alleges that the day before the sepoys mutinied, Skene went to the Rani and asked her to 'take charge of the state'. But there is no supporting evidence. Nor is there any real basis for the assertion that she was involved in conspiracy with the sepoys before they mutinied.”--Edwardes _Red Year_, p. 115

[29] Lowe, Thomas (1860) _Central India during the Rebellion_, cited in Edwardes, Michael (1975) _Red Year_. London: Sphere Books, p. 117

[30] Edwardes, Michael (1975) _Red Year_. London: Sphere Books, p. 118

[31] Edwardes, Michael (1975) _Red Year_. London: Sphere Books, p. 119

[32] Edwardes, Michael (1975) _Red Year_. London: Sphere Books. p. 117

[33] Edwardes, Michael (1975) _Red Year_. London: Sphere Books, pp. 117–19

[34] Edwardes, Michael (1975) _Red Year_. London: Sphere Books, p. 119, citing Vishnubhat Godse _Majha Pravas_, Poona, 1948, in Marathi; p. 67

[35] Lebra-Chapman, Joyce (1986) _The Rani of Jhansi_. Honolulu: University of Hawai Press.

[36]

[37] Edwardes, Michael (1975) _Red Year_. London: Sphere Books, pp. 120–21

[38] Edwardes, Michael (1975) _Red Year_. London: Sphere Books, p. 121

[39] The English version of the notice reads: “Rani Jhansi jumped from this place on horseback with her adopted son”

[40]

[41] _Rani of Jhansi, Rebel against will_ by Rainer Jerosch, published by Aakar Books 2007; chapters 5 and 6

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[43] Edwardes, Michael (1975) _Red Year_. London: Sphere Books, pp. 124–25

[44] Gold, Claudia, (2015) “Women Who Ruled: History's 50 Most Remarkable Women” p. 253

[45] David (2006), pp. 351–362

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[47] David, Saul (2003), _The Indian Mutiny: 1857_, London: Penguin; p. 367

[48] Ashcroft, Nigel (2009), _Queen of Jhansi_, Mumbai: Hollywood Publishing; p. 1

[49] Meyer _Tournament_; p. 145

[50] “The British believed they had found some of her bones at the place where she was said to have been hurriedly cremated by her followers, but this too is open to doubt.”--Edwardes _Red Year_, p. 125

[51] The Rani of Jhansi: Gender, History, and Fable in India (Harleen Singh, Cambridge University Press, 2014)

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title: Rani of Jhansi

question: Why was Lakshmibai considered subversive of patriarchal cultural expectations?

answer: Because she participated in activities such as shooting, horsemanship, and fencing, which are traditionally male-oriented.

question: What would have happened to the Rani if she hadn't withdrawn from the palace during the Siege of Jhansi?

answer: She would have either been captured or killed.

question: How could the Rani have avoided her death?

answer: If she had not engaged in battle with the 8th Hussars.

question: How might events have played out differently if the Rani's biological son had not died four months after birth?

answer: The British East India Company might have honored her son's claim to the throne and wouldn't have annexed the state.


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_HOFFMANNILENA_ is a genus of spiders in the family Agelenidae. It was first described in 2016 by Maya-Morales & Jiménez. , it contains 9 species: 8 from Mexico, _H. nova_ from Guatemala.[1]

Species

_Hoffmannilena_ comprises the following species:[2]

-   _Hoffmannilena apoala_ Maya-Morales & Jiménez, 2016
-   _Hoffmannilena cumbre_ Maya-Morales & Jiménez, 2016
-   _Hoffmannilena huajuapan_ Maya-Morales & Jiménez, 2016
-   _Hoffmannilena lobata_ (F. O. Pickard-Cambridge, 1902)
-   _Hoffmannilena marginata_ (F. O. Pickard-Cambridge, 1902)
-   _Hoffmannilena mitla_ Maya-Morales & Jiménez, 2016
-   _Hoffmannilena nova_ (O. Pickard-Cambridge, 1896)
-   _Hoffmannilena tizayuca_ Maya-Morales & Jiménez, 2016
-   _Hoffmannilena variabilis_ (F. O. Pickard-Cambridge, 1902)

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title: Hoffmannilena

question: Where do the species of the genus come from?

answer: Eight of them from Mexico and another one from Guatemala.

question: Which species of the genus was the first one to be discovered?

answer: Hoffmannilena nova was discovered in 1896 by O. Pickard-Cambridge.

question: When was the genus first recognized, and by whom?

answer: O. Pickard-Cambridge discovered the Hoffmannilena nova in 1896.

question: What larger category does the genus belong to?

answer: The genus is part of the family Agelenidae.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Hoffmannilena is a genus of spiders in the family Agelenidae. First described by Maya-Morales & Jiménez, the genus comprises of eight species endemic to Mexico and one from Guatemala. The earliest species of the genus, H. nova, was discovered in 1896.


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NEW HAVEN RESIDENTIAL HISTORIC DISTRICT is a national historic district located at New Haven, Franklin County, Missouri. The district encompasses 26 contributing buildings a predominantly residential section of New Haven. The district developed between about 1857 and 1945, and includes representative examples of Italianate, Queen Anne, Colonial Revival, and Bungalow / American Craftsman style architecture. Notable buildings include the Langenberg Hat Factory (c. 1890), William H. Otto Furniture Store (c. 1881), Central Hotel (c. 1885), Dr. John S. Leewright House (1857), Lillie Patton House, Richard Schure House, George Wolff Sr. House (1880), Edward Hebbeler House (1916), and Emil Wolff House.[1]

It was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1999.[2]

[1]  and accompanying map (includes 12 photographs from 1997)

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title: New Haven Residential Historic District

question: What is New Haven Residential Historic District?

answer: New Haven Residential Historic District is a national historic district.

question: When did New Haven Residential Historic District develop?

answer: New Haven Residential Historic District developed between about 1857 and 1945

question: What does New Haven Residential Historic District include?

answer: New Haven Residential Historic District includes representative examples of Italianate, Queen Anne, Colonial Revival, and Bungalow/American Craftsman style architecture.

question: How many buildings does the district include?

answer: The district includes 26 buildings.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: New Haven Residential Historic District is a national historic district located at New Haven, Franklin County, Missouri, that includes representative examples of Italianate, Queen Anne, Colonial Revival, and Bungalow/American Craftsman style architecture. It developed between about 1857 and 1945 and was listed on the National Register of Historic Places.


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JAMES WOOTTON (1895–1960) was an English footballer who played in the Football League for Port Vale and Nelson shortly after the First World War.

Playing career

Wootton played as a guest for Walsall during the First World War, before joining Port Vale as a guest amateur in October 1916.[1] After four goals in seventeen games in the war league he was unavailable from March 1917.[2] He had a spell at Leek Alexandra, before re-joining Port Vale in August 1919.[3] The club was readmitted into the Football League for the 1919–20 season, replacing Leeds City.[4] Wootton made 19 Second Division appearances in the season, and was a member of the side that shared the North Staffordshire Infirmary Cup in 1920.[5] He played 25 league and cup games in the 1920–21 season, and scored goals against Hull City and Clapton Orient.[6] He lost his first team place at The Old Recreation Ground in March 1921 and joined Nuneaton Town of the Birmingham League in the summer where “the position of outside-left... [had] given the Nuneaton Town officials considerable anxiety”.[7] He went on to play seven league and five cup games for the club.[8] He returned to the Football League with Nelson in January 1922. He played 14 times in the Third Division North for the “Admirals” during the remainder of the 1921–22 season, before moving back into non-league with Hereford United.[9] He went on to play for Rugby Town and Oakengates Town, before ending his career with Walsall Early Closers in August 1932.[10]

Statistics

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  Club            Season            Division               League   Cup    Total
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  Apps            Goals             Apps                   Goals    Apps   Goals
  Port Vale       1919–20           Second Division        19       0      2
  1920–21         Second Division   24                     2        1      0
  Total           43                2                      3        0      46
  Nuneaton Town   1921–22           Birmingham League      7        0      5
  Nelson          1921–22           Third Division North   14       1      0

Honours

Port Vale

-   North Staffordshire Infirmary Cup: 1920 (shared)

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title: James Wootton (footballer)

question: When was Wootton born?

answer: 1895

question: What sport did Wootton play?

answer: Football (soccer)

question: Who did Wootton play for?

answer: Port Vale and Nelson

question: When did Wootton end his career?

answer: August 1932

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: James Wootton was an English footballer who was born in 1895. He played in the Football League for Port Vale and Nelson shortly after the First World War. He died in 1960.


text:
You did this.
Why? Why did you do this? I don't know the answer.
I don't know why you do many things that you do? What are you doing now? Right now, at this very moment, what are you doing? You're reading. Correct?
You're beginning to read a short story. It has letters, words and sentences. All the usual suspects when it comes to these kinds of written endeavours.
What is this story about? Can you really even call this a story?
I have no idea. I didn't create it. You did. You created this "story".

You did this.

You? You who?

YOU! The reader.

The person now reading this, also created it. You are the author. Believe it, or not!
And I'm sure you don't believe it. I'm sure you don't remember. I'm sure you think it sounds absurd.
I know. I actually think it's absurd too. But, believe it. It's true.

You did this.

You really did. I'm just your scribe. I'm just a vessel taking down the words. You may not even agree with the way I'm writing them. You may find it crude or annoying. But this is the way you wanted me to write them, for some reason. This is the way you wanted it.

That's ok. I don't mind. It's actually somewhat interesting -- writing a story to surprise yourself. Writing a story for yourself to read in the future. A future that is coming true now.

Is this crazy? Probably. It seems a little crazy to me. I certainly don't understand it.

Why? Why not just do it yourself? Put your own name on it. Take responsibility.
Why did you do it this way? It's completely baffling. What is the reason? What were you thinking? What's really going on? Try to remember. I mean, were you trying to prove something? At some point I want to ask you. I really want to know.
Perhaps, when the time is right, when it's time for you to remember, you'll tell us what this is all about. Yes, at some time you can tell us why.

You can tell us why,
you did this.

title: You Did This by Dovin Melhee

question: Who is this story addressed to?

answer: The reader.

question: Who does the narrator claim is the author of the story?

answer: The person reading it.

question: What does the narrator ask the reader?

answer: Why they wrote the story.

question: How does the narrator close the story?

answer: By saying that perhaps in the future the reader can tell the narrator why they wrote the story.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The story is written in the second person and accuses the reader of having written it and then forgotten.


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[Llandegai Village, 1855]

LLANDYGAI (; ; ; also LLANDEGAI) is a small village and community on the A5 road between Bangor and Tal-y-Bont in Gwynedd, Wales. It affords a view of the nearby Carneddau mountain range. The population of the community taken at the 2011 Census was 2,487.[1] Llandygai community includes nearby Tregarth and Mynydd Llandygai and also the pass of Nant Ffrancon.

Prehistory

There is evidence of human occupation of this site from Neolithic times.

Excavations in the 1960s at the site of the current Industrial Estate uncovered two large henge monuments and a series of hengiform pit circles from the late Neolithic period.[2][3] Excavations in 2006 and 2007 at the Bryn Cegin site (extending the industrial estate) found an early Neolithic house and later, possibly Romano-British, settlement[4]

History

[Steam train taking the bend prior to entering the tunnel at Llandegai] In 1648 during the English Civil War the Battle of Y Dalar Hir was fought near Llandygai. Royalist forces of 150 horse and 120 foot soldiers led by Sir John Owen engaged Parliamentarian forces led by Colonel Carter and Colonel George Twistleton.[5][6]

The village of Llandygai is recorded at the beginning of the nineteenth century as consisting of eight or nine houses.[7] The village was later developed by quarry owner The 1st Baron Penrhyn (1800-1886) as a ‘model village’ for his estate workers, in which ‘no corrupting alehouse’ was permitted.[8] It lies immediately outside of the walls of the Penrhyn Castle demesne walls, with the entrance to the village being some from the castle's Grand Lodge. Lord Penrhyn, a Scottish aristocrat, had inherited the Penrhyn Estate from his father-in-law, George Hay Dawkins-Pennant (1764-1840), in 1840.

This model village was mostly constructed in the 1840s in a ‘vernacular revival’ style which conformed to the Picturesque ideal.[9] The model village was built within the loop of the road to Conwy from where it branched off Telford’s newly built Holyhead to London road. Each house was built in a similar style but none was to be identical. They were furnished with ample gardens and the layout was such that no house’s front door faced another.

Llandygai Church

[Wyatt family memorial at St. Tegais Church] [St. Tegais Church]

A church was founded by _Saint Tegai_ (or _Tygái_ or simply _Cai_) in the fifth century. Relics of the Saint, including a stone coffin and a cross bearing his name, are kept at the church.[10]

The present church dates to around 1330[11][12][13] and was much restored and extended by the diocesan architect, Henry Kennedy, in 1853.[14] The church is of cruciform structure with a central tower. It is a Grade II* listed building.[15]

The church has six bells. The bells naturally sound very loud inside the ringing chamber (from where the bells are rung); to combat this the bells are permanently fitted with leather muffles on both sides of the clapper. When ringing the bells they have a strange sound because of this; almost as if they are ringing inside a large tank of water.

In the church is a marble monument to Archbishop John Williams, the Lord Keeper of the Great Seal during the reign of James I. There is also monument by Richard Westmacott to the first Lord Penrhyn, in which the sarcophagus is flanked by a quarryman and peasant woman, described by Eric Hobsbawm as “the earliest sculpted proletarians”.[16]Christopher Bethell, Bishop of Bangor, is buried in the churchyard.

The ecclesiastical parish of Llandygai follows the Ogwen valley southwards, giving its name also to the village of Mynydd Llandygai.

Education

There are accounts of schooling for twelve children under the Welsh Trust in the late seventeenth century, and later a circulating school established in the area in 1750.[17] Shortly after her husband’s death, the first Lady Penrhyn set up a school for girls in the village[18] in what is now Neuadd Talgai.[19] A school for boys was built in 1843.[20]

The boys school, now with a twentieth century extension, forms the present-day primary school, Ysgol Llandygai. It is a Voluntary Controlled school with around 170 pupils.[21]

The village today

The model village, within the loop of the former line of the A55 road, retains much of its original character, despite some more recent additions, having been declared a conservation area in 1974.[22] The village is next to the Grand Lodge affording the principal entrance to Penrhyn Castle, the former seat of the Penrhyn family, now a National Trust property open to the public.

Outside the model village are also to be found –

-   Off the A5 towards Bangor:
    -   Llandygai Gypsy Site[23]
    -   Llandygai Industrial Estate
    -   Ty Newydd probation hostel[24]
    -   Bangor Cricket Club (Ty Newydd ground) [25]
-   Off the A5 towards Bethesda:
    -   Parc Cegin business park (in development)
-   Off the former line of the A5, now a narrow lane:
    -   Bangor Rugby Football Club

The Holyhead to Chester railway passes by the village through the Llandygai Tunnel, which is 442 yards in length, before emerging onto the Ogwen Viaduct to the east of the village.

Spelling

The village name has been spelt also as LLANDEGAI. The correct Welsh spelling is LLANDYGÁI, the accent signifying that the last syllable is stressed as opposed to the last-but-one, the usual pattern.[26] All forms are in use today with LLANDYGAI the most commonly accepted.

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[2] Joshua Pollard (2001) _The Neolithic_ in Prys Morgan (ed.) _The Tempus History of Wales 25,000 BC – AD 2000_, Tempus

[3] Frances Lynch (1995) _A Guide to Ancient and Historic Wales: Gwynedd_, CADW

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[5] A.H. Dodd (1968) _A History of Caernarvonshire_ , Caernarvonshire Historical Society/Bridge Books

[6] Parry's Railway E&W Publishers 1970

[7] Edmund Hyde Hall (1811) _A Description of Caernarvonshire (1809-1811)_ Caernarvonshire Historical Society, 1952

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[10] T. D. Breverton, The Book of Welsh Saints (Cyhoeddiadau Glyndŵr, 2001)

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title: Llandygai

question: Summarize what the text provides as the history of the village of Llandygai.

answer: The history of the village of Llandygai started off in 1648 when the English Civil War was fought near Llandygai. The village started off being only eight or nine houses in the nineteenth century and was later developed by the 1st Baron Penryhn. Penrhyn wanted a model village for his estate workers. The model village was constructed in the 1840s and each house was built in a similar style, but none were identical.

question: Summarize what the text states about the village today.

answer: The text describes the village today as obtaining much of its original character, with some recent additions. It is now a property open to the public. Many places can be found outside the model village like the Bangor Rugby Football Club and the Llandygai Industrial Estate.


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There will be one less 'Teen Mom' star!

On the surface, it can seem like there isn’t much to being a reality star. All you do is live and try to ignore the fact that you’re constantly being followed around by a camera crew, right?

Although things may have started on such a simple level at the beginning of the _Teen Mom_ series, it wasn’t long before the girls’ lives became much more complicated. Between numerous baby daddies, custody battles, and feuds between their fellow cast members, the girls have much more on their plates than just a camera crew. Add in criticism from fans and the media, and you’ve got a much more complicated life than meets the eye.

At the end of the day, not everyone can handle all of the stress of being a celebrity. Even though almost all of the _Teen Mom_ cast members have gotten the hang of it during their nine-year journey, there’s one newcomer who apparently can’t handle the heat.

Briana DeJesus has only been on _Teen Mom 2_ for one season, but she’s been put through the ringer. As if it wasn’t difficult enough to be the new girl on the block, when Briana started dating her co-star Kailyn Lowry’s ex husband, things got very ugly, very fast.

It seems that Briana has finally had enough, and she’s pulling the cord on everything. She’s just confirmed to her fans that she’s quit _Teen Mom 2_… and given new information about the showdown that happened at the reunion filming, it’s hard to blame her.

KEEP READING TO CHECK OUT A VIDEO OF ALL THE REUNION DRAMA!

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Source: Instagram @_brianadejesus

Rising Tension

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Source: Instagram @_brianadejesus

BRIANA DEJESUS knows how to hold her own when she’s up against an enemy, but that doesn’t mean it’s always easy. And no one wants KAILYN LOWRY as an enemy.

Kailyn and Briana became nemeses before Briana had even been a cast member for a year. It started when Briana crossed a “girl-code” line by starting to date JAVI MARROQUIN, Kailyn’s ex-husband. From there, things got very ugly, very fast.

Tensions were high between Kailyn and Briana throughout her whole relationship with Javi, but the feud didn’t end when Briana and Javi broke up. In fact, that’s when things may have gotten even worse between them.

Javi Marroquin made a guest appearance on Kailyn Lowry’s podcast _Coffee Convos_ soon after his breakup from Briana. He and Kailyn dished about the situation, and it didn’t make Briana very happy.

Called Out

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Credit: WE tv

“[Briana and I] will never get along. You allowed her to disrespect me to my face, also on camera, also and in text messages,” Kailyn revealed on the show. “When I said what I had to say in a nice way you defended her and not me.”

Despite Javi’s attempts to defend his ex-girlfriend, Kailyn wasn’t having it. She also pointed out, “Telling the mother of your child to ‘suck her d**k’ and that I’m a ‘dumb b***h’ doesn’t portray her as a good person.”

Apparently Briana tuned in to the podcast, and it goes without saying she had some words of her own.

“Let me spill some tea for u guys,” Briana began a now-deleted Twitter rant. She told fans she had “all rights to get out of character,” adding, “Don’t act like the victim because you were the one who made this issue what it is.”

Briana claimed that Kailyn called her at 7 a.m. and told her not to post about her on social media. Then, according to Briana, Kailyn went on to gossip about her and “bad mouth” her to Javi. “That’s when the line gets crossed,” Briana wrote.

“I’ll say [suck] my d**k whenever I want to whoever I want and if you can not handle it….. Don’t provoke me,” she went on.

On her podcast, Kailyn said she would apologize to Briana “when pigs fly.” In her Twitter rant, Briana responded to this, saying, “And you are right, ill never say sorry cause I am not the one who started all this mess.” Briana also accused Kailyn and Javi of using ther “kids as pawns.” She raged: “I am not the common denominator as to why yall fail to co parent so dont ever use my name in that matter again. Don’t sit here and say I am the issue cause I AM NOT.”

She even targeted Javi in her rant. “Dont say u dont know what the future holds to someone but in my msgs saying u wanna marry me,” she said. “In reality u only care bout ur feelings and not anyone elses.” She even wrote, “AND DONT SIT HERE TRYNA PLAY MIND GAMES WHEN THE REAL REASON WHY WE ARE HERE IS BECAUSE OF U..JAVI.”

The only person who escaped Briana’s wrath was her new friend JENELLE EVANS. “I’ll be right behind u. #BestBelieve,” Jenelle wrote, and Briana replied, “THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Ready to Fight

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Source: Instagram @javim9

Obviously, this triad’s relationship is not in a very good place. So it’s no surprise that tensions were high during the _Teen Mom 2_ reunion filming that took place in early May of 2018. Apparently, things even turned into a violent feud.

According to _The Ashley’s Reality Roundup_, violence broke out on the set almost immediately when Briana saw Kailyn. “Briana was the last girl called to the stage, and she came out and went right at Kail,” a source told _The Ashley_. “Briana’s sister Brittany DeJesus was on set too and she jumped in and got in Kail’s face. They started swinging at each other and Kail was motioning to Bri to ‘Bring it on!’”

Another source revealed, “There had been a lot of back-and-forth instigation on both ends before the girls got on the stage. That’s why Bri came out ready to fight.”

“Everyone else that was on stage scattered to get out of the way,” a source said. “Even Dr. Drew ran out of there.”
Unsurprisingly, not everyone was happy about the drama. “CHELSEA [HOUSKA] was super upset by it all,” a source informed _The Ashley_. “She’s pregnant and was worried that she would get caught up in a fight, and that’s exactly what happened.”

_The Ashley_ soon updated with even more information on the brawl. The outlet reports that the stage brawl took place after Kailyn tried to confront Briana backstage while there were no cameras around. A source revealed, “Bri acting like Kail was dumb for wanting to fight.”

When security heard what was going on, they managed to cool things down between the girls. Then the cast returned for an “Unseen Moments” special filming.

“Everyone was sitting on the stage and for some reason they put Brittany behind Kail on the couches,” a source revealed. “They didn’t have any security posted by Brittany. As soon as Briana came out, ready to fight, Brittany stood up and joined in. Kail turned around to get off stage and that’s when Brittany yanked Kail’s hair.”

question: Which 'Teen Mom' star quit the show?

answer: Briana.

question: Who was Briana's enemy?

answer: Kailyn Lowry.

question: Why did Briana quit the show?

answer: Because there was a lot of drama.

question: What happened at the Teen Mom reunion?

answer: There was a fight.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The article discusses the history of a feud that occurred on the show "Teen Mom" which caused one of the stars, named Briana, to quit.


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On April 18th, a broadcast appeared on the television before me, and my breath hitched. Everything around me stopped: the people crossing the road while maybe I should be as well, or maybe my legs were moving without me realizing it? I’d become petrified.

My best friend, Aidan, had been found dead in his bedroom from an overdose of sleeping pills. Seeing his face so blissful on the screen made everything around me rampantly snap back to reality, and I felt overwhelmed. All I could do was walk in whatever general direction I thought home was.

	It’s funny, really: whenever someone chooses to bring their own life to an end, they always seem so happy in the images the news channel decides to add in. It’s fake; if they were pushed to that point, the person was never truly that happy around then.

                   ~Three Years Ago~

“Ness, are you okay?” a boy with choppy black hair sat down beside me while I’d bawled my eyes out on the bench. “N-no, my puppy died… He got hit trying to chase me to the bus stop,” the thought had made me cry even more. He sat in silence for a bit, before jumping up and dragging me toward town. “W-what?!” I was so dishevelled; I didn’t want anyone to see me. “C’mon! If you’re sad, I’ll distract you!” Aidan smiled like he believed in everything he said. That everything would always work out.

The death of my puppy had felt so implacable at that time, like nothing else could ever hurt more. I’ve never been so wrong – Aidan was so stoical whenever I’d seen him; it was like the only emotion he ever felt was contentedness. Even when his grandfather had passed away he had only frowned and then remained optimistic for his grandfather’s afterlife.

A few times, I had tried to get under Aidan’s skin to see if he was hiding any negativity underneath. I always quickly gave up, however, because he would always find ways to prove to me that everything was okay. Looking back, I really should have pushed a little harder to satisfy my qualms. Evidently, something was disturbing him. I wondered how well Aidan slept at night. Then again, he was there whenever I’d texted because I was really down and out, no matter how early in the morning it was.

I felt so betrayed… I’d even tried to emulate Aidan on a few occasions, because he had an aptitude for cheering people up and brightening the mood. Memories kept coming back to me even when I tried my best to push them out. No matter where I turned or how much the falling rain blocked my sight, I kept seeing Aidan standing there in the places we’d once frequented. I just don’t understand. What was he lacking? I doubt it was sustenance; his home life was great: Aidan’s parents are wonderful people. They even treated me as if I were their second daughter. Aidan was well-liked in school, too, by students and professors alike. His future was so propitious.

I had a nightmare tonight about finding Aidan’s body full of blood, and even then he was still smiling, telling me he would be okay. I screamed because the sight was just too unbelievable, and then all of a sudden my surroundings changed. I was surrounded by mirrors, and Aidan was reflected, smiling just like always. Then I lost it. I frantically smashed every mirror I could find until I realized they were endless, which led to me waking up in bed. Too nerved up to fall back to sleep, I wandered downstairs and found a note in front of the living room mirror. I picked it up.

“Vanessa, I am so, so sorry… if you don’t know what I’m apologizing for, you will soon. Even if you resent me for this, I just want you to know that I’m okay. I’ll be okay, wherever I go. I won’t forget you; it wasn’t anyone’s fault so please don’t let anyone feel responsible. Know that it wasn’t because you didn’t try hard enough to question me because I wouldn’t have told you anyway. It’s just something that couldn’t be helped… I’ll be happier now.
I love you. ~ Aidan. April 17th, 10:42 p.m.

I couldn’t find the words to express how I was feeling. I just stared into the mirror before me, until my reflection cracked and tears streamed down both sides of my cheeks, dropping onto the floor and shattering like glass.

    “At least you’re happy, Aidan… good–bye.”
Maybe I’ll see you again, someday.

title: Flash-Back Short [Emotional] ( My Girlfriend has wrote this and wants thoughts on it )

question: How did the narrator cope from her best friend overdosing on sleeping pills?

answer: The narrator was overwhelmed. The narrator was petrified and felt as though they had never known their best friend. The narrator also felt so betrayed because they were trying to see what was wrong with Adam's life and everything seemed to be doing okay. The narrator finally came to terms with their feelings, feeling as though all the sadness in the world had come to them at one moment.

question: What voicemail did Aidan leave to the narrator?

answer: Aidan left a voicemail to the narrator saying that it wasn't her fault that he chose to kill himself. He did not want her to feel any guilt. Aidan also wanted her to know the he would be okay and would be happier wherever he was. Aidan also let the narrator know that he would not forget her.

question: What relationship would Aidan's parents and the narrator have?


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Okay, it all started back in '73 I remember like it was yesterday because I just got a cool new hat and had lost it right away.  This friend of a friend calls me up out of the blue sounding like he was sweating his ass off. He needed a favor as he was having trouble erasing some some reel to reel. He trusted me because I helped him with some uhhh, paperwork. Anyway, He was all thankful and said,  "If you needed anything consider it done."

Now I hadn't had a vacation for a while and I always wanted to get rowdy in Europe so he set me up with an all access pass to Vatican city. Now if that sounds boring, it is. but hey, a vacay is a vacay.

I get over there and check the sights do all the touristy stuff, you know. Then it occurs to me to bust out the tequila I picked up at the duty free shop and started taking a few pulls. I *cannot* handle my tequila apparently because I start browning out.

So I stumble around until I ended up in a closet I thought saw one of those "sexy" confessional booths you hear about. Lo and behold, there is one of those goofy-looking orange and blue clown suits and a funny helmet.

After wandering around a little bit trying to walk it off. Though, I'm still taking pulls off that bottle for some reason.  Anytime somebody started to give me the 'ol rigmarole I would flash my pass and they were super nice. A little time passes and I'm in another closet probably for the same reason as the first but this time it's full of cleaning supplies.

Next thing I know, I'm prancing around St. Peter's Square with my broom "halberd" chasing a raccoon! I finally caught it after I smacked it with my near empty bottle. Now, I don't know if you have ever knocked out a small mammal but when you finally do it, you have no idea what to do with the darn thing. So call it divine inspiration but I come up with the craziest prank ever.

I dig through my English to Italian dictionary and pick out some things to say. I then find the dumbest looking youngest Swiss guard I can find and hand him the broomstick now covered in anointing oil and say, "have you seen these new training weapons, they are supposed to help with your pole handling." It's always dark in that place at night so he just takes it right out of my hand without noticing that a drunk guy handed him a broomstick. Of course, he then gets the grease on his hands he then laughs sarcastically like he got pranked and I'm being a jerk.

I pulled my trusty raccoon out of a vestment hamper and put the miter and a white sheet on him like a cape.  When the timing was just right I took the rest of my hooch and spit it in his face to wake the critter up.  I then shouted, "The holy father is possessed by the devil!" right in earshout of the guard. He runs in the room sees the miter and cute little papal cape on the freshly greased raccoon and starts trying to catch him.

Call me lucky, call me unlucky but right at that very moment the *actual* Holy Father walks in.  The guard practically shits himself out of embarrassment as the oily nocturnal creature flies out of his hands.  It lunges teeth snarling at (let's call him P Numero 6 because I don't want to say any names) and wouldn't ya know? It takes his damned ring finger straight off.

They ended up covering the whole thing up because they are used to doing that when they look bad. But I swear, I damn near almost undid the Second Vatican council that night.

They managed to reattach the finger but they could never find the ring. They think the raccoon must have pooped it out. That is what they say anyway. I have a different theory: He absorbed the power of the ring and somehow became consecrated. That raccoon straight up vanished from a locked room.  Normally, I would just think that odd but on some dark nights I hear something rummaging through my trashcans and the distinct sound of Latin chanting.

title: [HM] The Pope's Shit-List

question: Summarize the plot twist in this story.

answer: The narrator, a tourist in Italy, has taken it upon themselves to get ridiculously drunk. They decide in their drunken haze that it's a good idea to pull a prank on a Swiss guard, who seems to be guarding some sort of Papal structure. As they complete their prank-which revolves on unleashing a greasy racoon and yelling about the holy father's being possessed by the devil-the actual Holy Father walks in.

question: Summarize what happens to the actual Holy Father.

answer: The prankster has kept a raccoon concealed, and he awakens it abruptly by spitting alcohol onto it. The raccoon goes berserk on the Holy Father, and bites his finger. The finger comes off, along with an invaluable papal ring. The narrator has reason to believe-though they were not present-that the finger was sewed back on at the hospital, but that the ring was never recovered, not even when they excavated the raccoon's feces.

question: Explain what inspired the narrator to commit these acts of debauchery.

question: Summarize what this story has to say about pulling pranks.

answer: The narrator does not seem to express remorse for their actions, and the fact that they've written it on a public forum indicates they feel pride at what they perceive to be the hilarity of their actions. Because the story illustrates how a prank-the prank being approaching the guard with the raccoon-can go awry, the point is probably how quickly things can spiral out of control. The appearance of the actual Holy Father goes to show that one cannot always account or forecast for the sudden introduction of unexpected variables.


text:
It was a cold, dark night…

	I lay in the corner of the street, my head in a puddle, a smell of what can only be described as death circling my very presence. I had lost count of how many days it had been, of how many faces I’ve seen pass me, of how many feet I’ve watched shuffle aside, trying their hardest to avoid my very existence. Of how many eyes had looked at me, and burnt hatred so deep it became almost intolerable. Sheer disgust, seeping out of the breath of everyone who passed. That is what my life had become. Ever since that one day. When everything I thought I knew was ripped apart in front of me.

	It was the youngest who took me in. He seemed kind, welcomed me. One of those people that deep down you can tell had a good heart even if they hid it beneath a rough, silent exterior. I lived in his room free to do what I felt, unless the others were around, the older ones. When their voices carried through the door, I was hidden under the bed, its so our friendship will be ours alone I would convince myself, that he wanted me to be all his. But I suppose that should have been the first warning sign. Can a place truly be called your home if you have to hide from its very inhabitants? But sadly, I was naive… no, I chose to ignore it, I was too obsessed, too caught up by this newfound friendship to ever even consider the truth. I thought everything was perfect. Then it happened.  It was late at night, the door slammed behind him as the boy tumbled in. Raised voices instantly burnt through the very walls that surrounded me, through the doors, through everything. I had heard anger in those voices before, the times when I hid, but nothing like this, this was… new. The door crashed open, the boy collapsing to the ground. Eyes bloodshot, his mouth lined with dry, cracked vomit, his shirt, blooded, torn and stained. A sight that I wished I would never see again. As he hit the ground, he looked up at me, but there was no affection any more, just pure emptiness. I heard the voices come closer. There was no time to hide, no time to be hidden. Voices entered the room; eyes were cast down the decrepit shell lying on the floor, then to me. Hatred. Rough hands were placed on me, words crying out that I was to blame, that somehow, this was my entire fault. My protests, my cries of defense, all fell on deaf ears. No matter how much I pleaded, no matter how many times I cried out to them that there was more to me, more I could give to them, it was all to no avail. I was tossed out on the street, my once home fading in my eyesight as I tumbled, seemingly forever, sinking in to my own personal abyss.

	An icy wind blew threw me, bringing me back from the horrid memory. I rolled onto my side, no longer sure if it was by my own personal doing or if I simply lacked the strength to offer any resistance. This is it, I thought to myself. This is how it is going to end. All the things I could have done, the places I could have seen, and now this will become my final resting place, a blotch in the street, surrounded by the ear wrecking sound of traffic and drunks. Some rest indeed. Through all the noise, I heard footsteps walking towards me. No doubt to impose some form of abuse towards me in my final moments I had thought. But no, a hand rested on my body. Warmth that I had not felt since… the boy? I turned around and stared up, locking eyes with an unfamiliar face. It was irrelevant. This man has picked me up in my time of need. He had saved me.

	He took me to some form of haven for my kind. After I adjusted to the contrast of light, I looked around and saw countless amounts of those in the same position as me. It was amazing. I was no longer a freak. No longer an outcast, I was amongst my own kind at last. The time I spent there was the happiest of my life. On occasions, members of our private little community would be taken away by strangers from the outside, I had lost a few good friends through that, but even then the kind man would always bring in new members, new friends to be made, stories to be heard, connections to be formed. I should have learnt. All good things must come to a pass.

	The horrendous noise sounded, the noise that sounded the arrival of a stranger. As usual, our host welcomed the man with open arms, allowing him to take his pick of who he wanted. The stranger cast his eyes along the crowd, passing by everyone I knew, his gaze nonchalant to all. All that is, except me. He looked straight at me, and stopped. Eyes bloodshot, his mouth lined with dry, cracked vomit, his shirt, blooded, torn and stained. The memory flooded through me. It was then I realized just how blind I had been. The night that changed it all, it had not been emptiness in the boy’s eyes. It had been lust! And it was lust again the bore its way inside my soul. The stranger had chosen. I wouldn’t be saying goodbye to a friend this time. I would be saying goodbye to everything.

	The door opened to his building. And a building it would always be, never a home. No place with so much vile hatred seeping out of every crack in the wall, so much murk and gloom pouring out of every shadow, could ever be called a home. He sat in front of me, breathing his horrid breath over my neck, running his fingers down my body, inhaling my breath. I knew straight away, this was never going to end well. He lifted me, I felt weightless and powerless under his grasp. He put his lips around me, and it felt like he drank the very life force from my body. His brown, crusted teeth scraping against me, as his course tongue brought him to the satisfaction he had desired for so long. After what felt like an eternity in the lowest ring of hell, he was done. The door was opened, and for the second time in my life, I was cast out. This time however, there was no remorse. There was nothing. I was resound to my fate.

And that’s how I arrived here, lying once again in a gutter. This time, I know there will be no retribution. I can see my life flowing from my body. It’s coming to an end. If only things had been different. If only we really did have medicinal qualities, then maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t be the end of just one more bottle of Buckfast.

title: The first story I wrote, 1196 words. Creative criticism is welcome. :)

question: Is the narrator a homeless person?

answer: Unclear

question: What is the narrator's gender?

answer: Unclear

question: Who was the narrator staying with?

answer: Unclear

question: Where is the narrator when they are assaulted?

answer: Homeless shelter

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator is ignored daily (potentially homeless) until one day a young man takes them in. The narrator must hide that they live there however and eventually is moved out to a place with people that they identify with. The narrator seems okay there until one day a man (sexually) assaults them.


text:
Oh God.  It happened again.  Oh God.

I was coming out the book store, and the wind was cold, even though the sun was shining everywhere.  It was one of those days.

And there was no one around.  Not even one of those tubby security guards that zip around on campus golf carts.  I was alone, and I felt it, all the way down.

I ought to be wearing a jacket, I  woefully pondered.  And I began my walk back to my car.  Past old bits of Fort Brown and the newer monuments of higher learning.  The walkways wore a crunchy coat of browning leaves that hid all the cracks and the windows from the science building dazzled in the mid-morning sun and the fountain with all the pennies was as green as ever.  And still, there was nobody.  Until I heard the birds.

You know when birds seem to explode out of nowhere in a violent cacophonous blur of squawks and coos and skees, creating a whirwind of black and blue and green and white feathers that swirls around and around?  And you know when those feathers seem to take shape, like you could almost see some monstrous hand reaching for you to steal away your soul?  Yeah, that probably didn’t happen.

But I could hear birds.  How long had they been chirping?  And where was I going?  I hadn’t parked over…  Where had I parked?  I couldn’t remember how I had gotten there.  Or the walk to the book store.  Or what I had done there.  My hands were empty, as well as my pockets.

*Shit.*  I thought to myself.  *This isn’t- shit. Oh, shit.*  And when I remembered what happens next I thought, *Oh!  Shit!*

What would a sane person have done in this situation, I wonder now, having experienced what these past few days have inflicted.  I suppose they wouldn’t be very sane if they did, now then, would they?

So what did I do?  I went looking for her, of course.  I ran, without thinking up anything close to a plan.  I didn’t know where she was, but I sure knew where she wasn’t.  I ran past that stupid fountain, the stupid windows, and the stupid leaves. Past the poorly stuccoed Student Union and across a lawn that was way too big to be practical.  I ran to the bridge that spanned the campus resaca.

And there she was.  Naked as always.  Even in that reality, my circulatory system had been unprepared for my gallant sprint.  That’s probably why I didn’t immediately swell up, and why, when I failed to stop without tripping to the ground, I could only lay there and breathe heavily.  A lot of things were in pain, but I’m a man, so I sat up after a while and I didn’t even cry.  Not even a little.

Oh, God.  Oh, sweet merciful sensory system.  She came and sat next to me.  I felt her arms wrap around me.  It was her.  It was her touch and her smell and that little freckle mole thing on her shoulder she used to get embarrassed about.  It was her and she was holding me again.

I looked into her eyes and began to bawl.  She squeezed me to stop.  She said I always do that, like I’m going to just get over these reunions overnight.  Overday.

I collected myself and things happened and, without a word, we walked hand in hand around the paths and plants and flowers and fountains.  We came back to the resaca to sit by the water’s edge.  And then we talked about everything.  We reminisced on that time we went to Houston in grade school and I made her throw up at that restaurant and that time last year when I put a fake spider in the shower.  We talked about the lunch we had last week and got into that argument over avacado again.  I asked her what Hell was like, to which she answered with that snort thing she does when I ask stupid questions.

I wanted to know, though.  With both hands, I pulled her face to mine.  This was the beautiful face of the smartest and funniest person I've ever known.  I looked past the tears and asked: What became of this brain when I was awake?   She rolled her reddening eyes, scoffed, breathed hard, looked away again, looked down, and repeated until I bumped her forehead with mine.  She swallowed audibly and told me.  She went into really awful detail.  You know when you don’t exist anymore, and everything you ever were is wiped away clean, and you are nothing, and you are now going to be nothing for the rest of forever?  Well, its a shitty feeling.

I reacted to this sadness by grabbing her with all my body, pulling her down to the grass, and laying there for as much of forever as I could greedily hold on to.  The sky stood still for a second, confused by my drastic intentions.  But I’m a stupid boy, and when she sprang the universe back into motion with a suggestion to go swimming, I sat straight up in my bed where I had fallen asleep after my classes.  My throat hurts and my arms ache from a flu, and my sheets are sweaty and gross.

I ask again:  How would a sane man react to this?  Chalk it up to the delusions of cough syrup?   Maybe turn on the TV and try to forget it, move on like everyone says?  Or perhaps do something really stupid like swallow the rest of the cough syrup and end up spending a weird couple of hours in the restroom chatting with the shampoo and conditioner?

Well I came here to write this down.  I know this isn’t the first time this has happened, but I can’t remember any details of the previous dreams.  Look, I need to do something and the cough syrup idea was a bust.  So I’ll write these dreams here.  Fuck you if you don’t want to read it.  I need this and I need her again.  She isn’t just some delusion and I’m not crazy.  Am I crazy?

I need some sleep.  Like you wouldn’t believe.

title: "Fuck Your Sleep Bullshit" (A Blog Entry)

question: Does the story describe a real event?

answer: No. The story describes the narrator's dream.

question: What is the narrator's dream about?

answer: The narrator is dreaming of being with his ex-girlfriend again.

question: How does the narrator feel?

answer: The narrator is desperate because he misses his ex-girlfriend.

question: Is the narrator in good physical condition?

answer: It is not stated. In his dream, he is not. He is not prepared for the sprint and breathes heavily after running.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator broke up with his girlfriend. He misses her, and she often comes to his dreams. The story describes one of his dreams. In the dream, he is looking for his girlfriend and finally finds her. They are together again.


text:
“Jason, there’s no reason you should be out here this late,” called Ashley from beside the car. It was midnight on a Saturday night in Amherst, Massachusetts. All that could be heard was the hum of the electricity post, but besides that, it was dead silence. There was the occasional creature or two lurking around in the wilderness besides the tracks with some dross thrown here or there. But Jason was there to intake all the beauty of the outside world that night. He couldn’t be happier. He had a great job at the local sports shop. His father’s company had really taken off, they were wealthier than ever with no liabilities left, thanks to the family getting remunerated from prior events, and his brother had finally found true love and was engaged to the girl of his dreams. He felt the same sensation when talking to Ashley. He truly believed he had everything, but there was always that one thing missing.

“Ash, didn’t think you’d find me here!” replied Jason getting up running to greet Ashley with a short hug.

“Where else would you be? Whenever you don’t answer your phone after a ton of texts this late at night, there’s only one place you go,” Ashley stated, walking over to the grass field Jason had been lying on. It was beautiful. Away from the city, the lights, the noise. Nothing but silence, except the creek down the hill and the occasional fluster of the wind… then suddenly the tremble started, the lights shone upon them, and the sound of a train horn rung in the air. It flew passed them as they sat there in silence. The sound of the train had dwindled by now, but the memories came back to Jason as they have like every other night.
The sounds. The shouting. The nightmare that happened that day. Jason was eleven, but still remembers it like it was yesterday. He had been in school, but had a feeling something was wrong the whole day. His mother had been in an asylum under intense mental care. Things had been fine until Jason’s brother passed. He was six years old at the time and had gotten cancer. Jason had asked if he was immune to it or not, and was told it wasn’t a disease you could catch. It was a slow decline and it tore their mother apart. The plan was to get her rejuvenated by bringing her to this institution after she was deemed an unfit mother post loss after being pugnacious, hard to live with, and not bringing her kids up “right”. That one fateful day in school changed everything though. The office had gotten an emergency call saying that his mother had escaped from the asylum and they were afraid she was going to the school to get Jason in some warped vision the woman had. Jason was called down to the office for “personal matters” and instantly knew it was regarding his mother. He decided to venture out to find his mother, being eleven it was the only thing he knew. He was walking home on the sidewalk path, when he heard the yells. He broke into a sprint and just got there to see a train whoosh by, people staring in horror, Jason breaking into rabid tears, as the woman that was once standing on the tracks was no more.

Though the moment was sparse before Ashley interrupted, he still lay quiet on the grass reliving that dreaded moment. He wished he could go into a different realm, where his family was still together. The money didn’t matter, the little things didn’t matter. It made him appreciate life and others on a whole different level. It was preposterous how some people could care so little for the ones they love. Thinking about his mother, he started to get sad. All he had left was his older brother who was leaving soon and his father. “It’s okay, Jason. I’m not going anywhere,” assured Ashley, consoling him in her arms. After a few minutes of sitting there, Jason stood up and changed the subject not to dilate the current one more than he had.

“Ashley, I don’t think I can ever repay for what you’ve given me,” Jason started, “I would never have been able to get through all this without someone like you. I want you to know that.” Ashley’s sterling eyes staring directly back into his without the least bit of flippant in her voice.

“Always.”

title: The Moment

question: Why does the sound of the train trigger Jason?

answer: Because his mother died by getting hit by a train.

question: What is the "one thing missing" mentioned at the end of the first paragraph?

answer: Presumably his family.


text:
EDGAR SAMUEL JOHN KING CMG DSc FRACP FRACS MCPA FAA, (10 June 1900, Mosgiel, Otago, New Zealand – 31 January 1966, East Melbourne, Victoria, Australia), was an Australian surgeon and pathologist.[1][2][3][4][5]

[1]  First published in hardcopy in Australian Dictionary of Biography, Volume 15, (MUP), 2000

[2]  Originally published in _Records of the Australian Academy of Science_, vol.1, no.2, Dec 1967, 6

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[5]  “For his contribution to medical knowledge.”

title: Edgar King

question: How old was King when he died?

answer: 66

question: What was King's profession?

answer: Surgeon and Pathologist

question: Which did King die in?

answer: East Melbourne, Australia

question: What nation was King born in

answer: New Zealand

question: What century did King live during?

answer: 20th

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article introduces Edgar King, An Australian surgeon and Pathologist from the 20th century.


text:
BIRD ARCGUTECTS COPENHAGEN, often styled NORD ARCHITECTS, is an architectural company based in Copenhagen, Denmark.

History

The company was established in 2003 by founding partners Johannes Molander Pedersen (born 1974) and Morten Rask Gregersen (born 1974). In 2015, NORD Architects received the Droga Architect in Residence in Sydney Australia.[1]

Selected projects

[Copenhagen Centre for Cancer and Health]

Buildings

Completed

-   Natural Science Center, Bjerringbro, Denmark[2]
-   Copenhagen Centre for Cancer and Health, Copenhagen, Denmark
-   Urban Hospice, Copenhagen, Denmark[3]

In progress

-   Nye Vardheim Healthcare Center(together with 3RW), Randaberg, Norway (2013)[4]
-   Marine Educational Centre, Malmö, Sweden (competition win, November 2014)[5]
-   European School, Copenhagen, Denmark (competition win, November 2015)[6]
-   Alzheimer village, Dax, France (competition win, September 2016)[7]

Masterplans

-   Godsbanen, Aarhus, Denmark
-   Tankefuld, Svendborg, Denmark
-   Gellerup masterplan, Aarhus, Denmark

Urban spaces

-   Guldbergs Byplads, Copenhagen, Denmark[8]
-   BaNanna Park, Copenhagen, Denmark[9]

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title: Nord Architects

question: When was Bird Arcgutects Copenhagen established?

answer: Bird Arcgutects Copenhagen was established in 2003.

question: How many projects are currently in progress?

answer: Bird Arcgutects Copenhagen has 4 projects currently in progress.

question: Where is the company based?

answer: The company is based in Copenhagen.

question: How many projects has the company completed?

answer: The company has completed three projects.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This article is about Bird Arcgutects Copenhagen, an architecture firm based in Copehagen. It gives a list of its completed and ongoing projects.


text:
"Hey Gary, you ready to travel to the future?"
Jeff was talking about how the broadcasts from earth for the last few years would reach them in a matter of hours. Sure faster than light travel made travel a snap for the travelers but the same amount of time on earth passes. Gary thought about how he said goodbye to his pregnant wife just two weeks ago, but to her years would have ever passed. Would she still love him? Was he ready to be a dad?
Gary asked "What age do kids start to talk?"
Jeff shared about his own kids and how Gary Jr. would be walking and talking, but that missing that is part of the job. Gary continued, "the best part is the flight home and seeing all the pictures and videos from the last few years in a matter of hours. It's like fastforwarding life!"
Gary feigned a smile and a chuckle but couldn't see how that was a good thing.

The ship sped up after takeoff and Gary's message board started to light up faster and faster. Hundreds of new messages from his wife detailing the pregnancy, how she decorated the nursery in blue. A blue nursery?? It must be a boy then!
The screen was automatically displaying each message so fast it was like a picture book.
Hundreds of photos of her getting bigger flashed on the screen then a video of the birth! The video was more graphic than he expected and he felt horrible for not being there. He felt so close to his wife as she struggled and wished he could take back to each decision to take the mission. She looked in the camera and said "oh Gary, I'm so sorry,  it's all my fault"
She had talked him into the mission, but it seems like she regretted it too. The video ended with his wife crying as she held the pink baby boy.
The screen went back to flashing pictures. Pictures of medical equipment that we're large, square,  and made up of white and clear plastic, with a small pink figure hidden behind the clear plastic.
Gary couldn't stop watching to read any of the text messages from his wife, he couldn't move, he couldn't think.
The pictures of the medical equipent lasted for minutes. How long was this in real time, Gary wondered.
Gary stopped the screen on the first picture of the boy in the nursery. He had a neck and back brace and was using crutches. He must have been at least two years old! Pink skin and no hair, the boys face was slanted with his lips off to one side and an eye much lower than the other.
"This isn't my son!" he thought to himself, horrified at reality and himself.
He continued and stopped at a picture of his wife. She had bags under her eyes, was gaunt, and her hair had thinned.
Gary turned off the screen just when he heard Jeff yelling about something in his messages.
Gary couldn't believe it, it can't be real. They had done everything right.
He gritted his teeth as his eyes welled up and he had the computer start displaying the messages again. He didn't feel anything for the handicapped child in the pictures, for his child.
Another hour of pictures of a woman he called his wife and few weeks ago but now didn't know and don't of a retarded kid he felt nothing for. He held back tears at what these things feelings said about him as a person as the ship docked. They were likely waiting at the station. He didn't know what he would say, or what he could say.

The doors opened and he immediately saw a boy down the hall with the other families strugging to walk toward him on crutches. The other families quickly passed him. And Gary lost sight of him for a second.
There were kids and spouces running and yelling to their loved ones who had also been workers on the ship.
Gary spotten him again. The boy in the back brace who was struggling, he saw him yell for him "DAAAAAD!". Gary's eyes filled instantly and he lost nearly all sight. A few more blind steps and he felt a strong grasp around his hips.
Gary closed his eyes tightly to clear the tears and kneeled down. He couldn't hold what he was feeling back, and he couldn't explain it. It was just happening and he just wanted it to continue. Gary's son felt his face while repeatedly whispering "dad, dad, dad".
Gary saw woman's shoes on the floor behind his son, he followed the legs to find the owner. It was his wife and he stood up to hug her and said "that was too long."
She laughed and agreed.
"Come on son" Gary said as he easily picked up his frail son who was still trying to pet his face.

Excuse any typos or formatting. I wrote this on my phone. I'll come and clean it up later.

title: The Way Back

question: How does Gary travel into the future?

answer: He receives video broadcasts from earth after engaging in faster than light travel.

question: Describe Gary's son.

answer: He has pink skin and no hair. His face is slanted, with his lips off to one side and one eye much lower than the other.

question: What is the on the video Gary receives?

answer: The video depicts the birth of his son in graphic detail.

question: Why does Gary conclude that the child in the video isn't his son?

answer: He is caught off guard by the fact that the child is handicapped. He is more in disbelief than actual believing the child isn't his.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Gary and Jeff are returning from a space mission. They have engaged in faster-than-light travel, and thus are receiving messages from earth from the past few years on Earth even though only two weeks have passed for him. Gary watches a video of his son being born and is shocked to find that his son is handicapped. When Gary finally arrives home and meets his son in person, he is overwhelmed with emotion.