I've heard about this and other things regarding the recent events,
1. Don't Panic!
2. Don't pack your bags yet!
3. do some Research
4. When you find the Truth.
5. PANIC!!!
but that's just me. :)
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I've heard about this and other things regarding the recent events,
1. Don't Panic!
2. Don't pack your bags yet!
3. do some Research
4. When you find the Truth.
5. PANIC!!!
but that's just me. :)
There really isn't much research to be done. The bird deaths are being looked into still..
Arkansas has had frequent earthquakes recently, and I think I read somewhere that the state was constructing a gas line. Also they have been mining more. But even if gas was to escape.. Why would only blackbirds suffer?
Hmmm... Well if they had been dropping dead for the past ten years, I would've attributed it to either a genetic disorder, a hereditary illness, or some sort of migration route fluctuation.
I honestly don't have that many great ideas about how they all died within a short while. To make it worse, only the black birds were affected, and not, say, sparrows. All I have to suggest is that they either died of some disease that has started to affect only organisms of that type, or that there is a large difference in the climate where the birds are native too.
Allow me to explain:Quote:
[7:07 PM] Boleslav: how does one assassinate a salmon?
Scene 1: The Meeting
Setting: A shady alleyway, during a foggy afternoon.
Assassin enters the alleyway and glances around.
"Over here," says a voice from the shadows. Assassin notices Bass in one shadowed corner of the alley, wearing a plain brown trench coat and bolero hat. Bass steps forward, taking a slow drag on a cigarette.
"Who needs attention?" says Assassin. Bass glances left to right, before slipping a picture to Assassin. Assassin swipes the picture and glances down at it, recognizing the face of Salmon. He nods.
"He's been getting a little too greedy with the worms. Won't give me my cut. My patience has run out."
"And you're good for the cash?" Assassin asks, with a cocked eyebrow.
"Every cent," Bass replies, taking another slow drag on his cigarette. Assassin nods again, slipping the picture in the folds of his jacket. He then turns, and without looking back, strolls out of the alley and down the sidewalk, towards the park where his target was waiting.
"You think he'll get the job done?" inquires another voice, from behind Bass's shoulder. Bass glances over at Pike, who slipped out from behind one corner of the alleyway to approach Bass.
"Yeah. I looked into his history. Professionally trained assassin. He's got experience."
Pike nods, seemingly satisfied. Bass pulls a cigarette box from within his coat, and pats it lightly against a fin, jarring a cigarette loose. Silently, he passes it to Pike. Pike accepts the cigarette, and pulls a lighter from his pocket, igniting the tip of the cigarette with a soft flare of light and smoke. The scene fades as Bass and Pike slowly take drags on their cigarettes, silently waiting for the results of the job.
Scene 2: The Hit
Setting: City park.
Salmon is at the park with his wife, Perch, and two kids, having a picnic. Salmon's gut is slightly plump, silent evidence to his taking cuts from the worm business. Assassin spots him from afar, and begins studying his subject, from Salmon's bulbous eyes to his softly sheening scales. As Assassin ponders the manner of execution, the opportunity offers itself: one of Salmon's children, who is playing frisbee with the other, accidentally throws the frisbee too far, causing it to crash in the woods behind them. One child starts to head in that direction, only to be stopped by Perch, who mentions that the children should not leave her sight. Salmon props himself up on his fins, and proposes he'll retrieve the frisbee for them.
Assassin quickly launches into motion, sulking along the edge of the woods towards the frisbee, ahead of Salmon. He grabs the frisbee and tosses it several feet further in the woods, but within open sight. He then takes position behind a generously wide tree nearby. After a few moments, Salmon saunters along, spotting the frisbee and heading that way. As he unknowingly passes the tree Assassin hides behind, Assassin jumps into motion, quickly wrapping a fishing line around the throat of Salmon as a garotte. Salmon quickly lets out a gurgled gasp, and reaches up to the line, trying in vain to claw it from his neck. Assassin pulls harder on the line, digging it deeply into Salmon's scales and flesh. Salmon's movements quickly become panicked and frantic, his eyes starting to bulge (moreso than usual) and his mouth flopping open and closed madly trying to draw breath. After a few moments, Assassin feels Salmon's body go limp. Giving one last tight jerk of the line for good measure, Assassin finally relaxes the line. Salmon's body slumps forward to the ground like dead weight, his jaw slacked open and his eye staring blankly into the sky, never seeing again. Without delay, Assassin slips the line back into his jacket and takes off into the further depths of the woods. The scene fades as Asassin hears the blood-curdling shriek of Perch behind him as she discovers her murdered husband.
Soon we will reveal ourselves to the Jedi, soon we will have our revenge.
His whip doesn't scare me.
And it wasn't just localized. If you'd bothered to read any of the links, much less my whole post, you'd know that it's happened in multiple, far apart states.
There has never been an event this large, and with many like it in such a short period of time. It has also never been paired with thousands of fish dying, them too nearly all at once (there haven't been some fish dying here and there, and no more large reports have been discussed other than the findings of that one day).