Online Echo Tracking

[first](https://www.reddit.com/r/HFY/comments/1l4vo4c/dragon_delivery_service_ch_1/) [previous](https://www.reddit.com/r/HFY/comments/1pacw35/dragon_delivery_service_ch_78_departher_of_wings/) next The steady beat of Sivares’ wings carried them toward the rolling coastline. Warm air promised comfort but hinted at autumn’s crisp approach. From the east, the wind brought the ocean’s scent and the bright tang of the reefs. A glint of silver caught the sun: Wenverer, the lively ocean-side town, was their last stop before home. Emily sat in front of Damon, strapped in just ahead of him, her hair fluttering in the salt wind. Glancing back at him, she revealed worry in her eyes and a te...

What we've got so far is so much and so little all at the same time, like most of you, I'm having trouble digesting all this lore! I've noticed a few things, mostly similarities between W (whose updating [awayfrompryingeyes.net](http://awayfrompryingeyes.net)) and Frank this update. It's certainly an odd comparison, though I'd thought I'd make it regardless. >!This update, if you've noticed and found all the 'trophy' parts, Frank is very worrying, towards Home, Julie, Eddie, Poppy, etc. In past updates, a lot of other neighbors' dilemmas have involved him somehow, and it makes sense why this update is about Frank. The secret videos w...

Isnt this a regular occurance?

\# Hints/Tutorial \#1 >!News [https://welcomehomerestorationproject.net/news](https://welcomehomerestorationproject.net/news)!< 1. >!Hover around the page!< 2. >!Click on Frank Pixel Art!< 3. >!Open the crumpled letter and click on the drawing of the phone button!< 4. >!< 5. >!You finally hear from Wally again. This time you are to play a new game called “Hunt”.!< 1. >!Follow your dog.!< 2. >!Find your trophy.!< 3. >!If it is in pieces, do not worry...

I started a thread to talk about and list findings last update so I'm gonna do it again! I'll keep tabs on the findings here via updating this post(if I don't update this post right away that means I haven't learned about it yet or I'm offline). I'd love to hear what you guys have found! Also I'll spoiler cover any big finds. As of this moment I can't get the site to load properly due to traffic so I only found the barking rolly polly looking bug. Edit 4: Back online! **Findings below!** * This list was being made mostly as the discoveries were coming out so for anyone that is looking for an in order guide for this update, [this person kindly put on...

In every organization, the day inevitably arrives when colleagues who have walked the corridors with us for decades finally hang up their official badges and step into the well-earned chapter of superannuation. It is a moment that is bittersweet in the truest sense: a celebration of a journey completed, yet tinged with the quiet ache of parting from those who have become more than co-workers; they have been mentors, confidants, sounding boards, and sometimes the very heartbeat of the institution itself. Theirs has been a tenure marked not merely by years on the calendar but by quiet sacrifices, unwavering commitment, and countless instances where personal convenience was set aside for the la...

[https://sluggerotoole.com/2025/11/28/the-supreme-court-judgment-on-religious-teaching-in-ni-an-analysis-and-an-appeal/](https://sluggerotoole.com/2025/11/28/the-supreme-court-judgment-on-religious-teaching-in-ni-an-analysis-and-an-appeal/) Following the Supreme Court’s [judgment](https://supremecourt.uk/cases/uksc-2024-0095) last Wednesday that RE taught in NI schools is unlawful and amounts to indoctrination, the Education Minister appears more interested in talking about witchcraft than meaningful reform. This distraction and deflection is unhelpful to schools seeking guidance, but it is no accident. He is distracting from the findings of the Supreme Court, which – whatever other ...

HOWEVER, MARTIN SEEMED reasonably well for their morning rounds, though the sea was livelier still, and the ship pitched with more than ordinary force as they sailed large under mere topsails and they close-reefed, sweeping as wide an expanse of the somewhat hazy sea as ever they could, perpetually looking for their quarry or to their consort for a signal. Theoretically each could see at least fifteen miles in all directions; and even with the necessity for keeping within clear signalling distance they covered a vast area, but the veering wind brought low scud and it was not until early in the forenoon watch, with the misty sun two spans above the horizon, that the exultant hail 'Sail...

🎉Langrisser's all-new update is finally here! The game will undergo an update maintenance at November 27th. During the maintenance, commanders will not be able log into the game. We're sorry for any inconvenience this may cause! After the maintenance is completed, you'll be able to enter the game and continue your glorious adventure! ⏰\[𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞\] 01:00 - 05:00 (GMT-6) ⚔\[𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬\] 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 💰\[𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧\] W...

Hi guys, This will be my personal take on how I think the episodes for season 1 ***might*** go down (links to other episodes posts on reddit will be at the end of the post, they will be up soon). This is the second half of my take on episode 8. You should probably read the first one before getting into this. *Some Notes:* *What I note doesn’t have to happen and, in most cases, won’t happen in the actual show, it's just my take using the current available information in mind (including the actors).* *There will be references to the films as there is inevitably going to be overlap between the show / films.* *Some of the episode layouts will also include new scenes I've th...

If someone is playing a video game and they kill a character in the game, is that act evil? Intuitively, likely not. There is no consciousness on the other end of the pixels, no one for whom this death is bad. At most, it shapes the player’s character, but within the game itself there is very little consequence. If we change the rules so that when a player dies they can never re-enter the game, we introduce consequences and the act takes on more weight. Still, the player exists outside the game and could create a new character. What is lost is progress, not a life. Now add a haptic body suit. Each time the player dies in-game, they feel real, mild pain. Would deliberately killing them no...

If someone is playing a video game and they kill a character in the game, is that act evil? Intuitively, likely not. There is no consciousness on the other end of the pixels, no one for whom this death is bad. At most, it shapes the player’s character, but within the game itself there is very little consequence. If we change the rules so that when a player dies they can never re-enter the game, we introduce consequences and the act takes on more weight. Still, the player exists outside the game and could create a new character. What is lost is progress, not a life. Now add a haptic body suit. Each time the player dies in-game, they feel real, mild pain. Would deliberately killing them no...

Total 45000 sq ft of interior over two residences on a 21 acre land parcel, in Water Mill, NY also known as Hamptons. [https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/70-71-Cobb-Ln-Water-Mill-NY-11976/346216851\_zpid/](https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/70-71-Cobb-Ln-Water-Mill-NY-11976/346216851_zpid/) Check out details like acoustic panels on the ceiling of the basketball court to reduce echo! (image 15) This town must have the highest # of Tennis courts per capita in the world! [https://www.google.com/maps/place/71+Cobb+Ln,+Water+Mill,+NY+11976,+USA/@40.8877378,-72.3723875,1123m/data=!3m1!1e3!4m6!3m5!1s0x89e89573cfa6ed81:0x30567c58b0d8c747!8m2!3d40.8973825!4d-72.3497635!16s%2Fg%2F11ksnw5y1c?entry=...

Celestia sat on a plush velvet chair in Madame Vernisse’s elite dress boutique, arms crossed impatiently over her corseted body. The tall mirror before her reflected the twelfth gown she’d tried that morning, but her expression was one of clear dissatisfaction. “Hmph. This color makes me look bland,” she declared haughtily, lifting her chin. “Do you expect me to wear something that makes me look like a wilted lily?”  Madame Vernisse fluttered about her anxiously, fingers full of pins and measuring tape. “N-no, Lady Celestia, of course not!” the seamstress apologized, bowing her head so deeply that her powdered wig nearly toppled.  “Perhaps the rose-gold satin again, wit...

As promised, today's confrontational, challenging or just plain weird question... While you can control bad habits with a spreadsheet and a budget, a fully-developed addiction is *internal*, and it's *subconscious*. That's why you can't control it with willpower. For most people, most of the time, a question like this is a shot in the dark. It will probably miss. But if it hits *you*? You'll know. You might feel annoyed, defensive, laugh, cry, downvote, whatever. Just sit with it. Let it echo over the next 24-72 hours. So, today's question: **“Do you find you enjoy waiting for the parcel more than getting it?”** Normally I leave you to sit with the q...

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https://preview.redd.it/cklwwfv4790g1.jpg?width=1500&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=fc6eadb7ed596782819f874e2dd3cfe719583411 I found these today buried deep inside a forgotten cover while organising the old bookshelf, the one that’s more memory than furniture at this point. When I opened it and saw what was inside, I actually squealed. It’s strange how something as simple as a few weathered pages can transport you back in time so completely that you forget where you are. And there I was again, 7 years old, standing in the doorway, watching it all unfold like a film I already knew the ending to. I could almost see myself, a tiny girl in a purple frilly frock with ...

Of the many cases Me and Zadok have endeavored, the ones I find most disturbing are the ones involving children. I haven’t handled many, by way of most child abusers and killers not being nearly as smart as they think; not nearly perfect enough crimes to require agencies request my intervention, but of the ones I have, one stands a wholly different league then the rest.  \*\*\* The house had still been rather new to me, Zadok had not. Ever since our first adventure together we’d taken to each other more than I thought we ever would, a bond strong enough I questioned whether or not it had always been there in the blind, esoteric way brothers separated at birth take to each other up...

Before the Frost The stars still clung to the sky like frost on stone, pale and stubborn against the slow creep of dawn. Kael opened his eyes to a silence so complete it felt sacred. The cold had seeped through the woven reeds of their shelter during the night, curling around his limbs like a patient predator. Each breath he exhaled rose in soft plumes, ghostly and fleeting, vanishing into the dim air as if reluctant to linger. Beside him, Nara shifted beneath her fur wrap, her movements deliberate, honed by years of waking before the world stirred. Her hand found the flint-tipped spear without searching, fingers closing around it with the ease of ritual. The weapon was more than wood and ...

Before the Frost The stars still clung to the sky like frost on stone, pale and stubborn against the slow creep of dawn. Kael opened his eyes to a silence so complete it felt sacred. The cold had seeped through the woven reeds of their shelter during the night, curling around his limbs like a patient predator. Each breath he exhaled rose in soft plumes, ghostly and fleeting, vanishing into the dim air as if reluctant to linger. Beside him, Nara shifted beneath her fur wrap, her movements deliberate, honed by years of waking before the world stirred. Her hand found the flint-tipped spear without searching, fingers closing around it with the ease of ritual. The weapon was more than wood and ...