Wood Yard Art

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With Ivy day so close, I needed to ensure that my best asset was reflected on my application for all of my admissions officers to see. Not my ACT/SAT, not my awards, but my LETHAL face card. So, I boarded a flight to New England to see what I could do to sway my officers decisions, and boy, did it work out. I started off going to a small liberal arts school in Cambridge. I think some people might know it better as Harvard. I walked around Harvard Yard until I saw a well-to-do fellow wearing a quarter zip and drinking a matcha from Tatte. Bingo. He saw me as I flipped my golden brown tresses over one shoulder and was gobsmacked. I said “lead me to your admissions office” and he complied. I strutted into the admissions office and immediately the committee was stunned by my ice blue orbs. “Hi, I’m Y/N” I spoke clearly from my well glossed lips. “Y-y/n?” A balding admissions officer muttered in awe. “Like, Y/n who had several typos in her personal statement, y/n?” Sue me! Yeah, probably! “Y/n who submitted the supplemental essays in bold, y/n?” A man with tortoise shell glasses muttered out. F me, this might not work out. “Y/n who submitted her 10th activity with the wrong title, y/n”? Said a solemn woman with a blonde slick back and leather gloves. “GOD FORBID A GIRL MAKE A MISTAKE YOU GUYS” I shouted, my eyebrows forming a worried crease that made me more alluring. “Well, Y/N, the committee has made their decision on you already, we regret to inform you…” the blonde woman started- “BFFR LINDA SHE IS GORGEOUS WE NEED HER TO BE A HARVARD ELLE WOODS BADDIE, ACCEPTED!” I guess you could say face card NEVER decline. #harvard2030. Also they talked and sent my pic around so #Dartmouth2030 #Yale2030 #Cornell2030 #Duke2030 #Vandy2030 #WashU2030 #Northwestern2030 #Emory2030 In reality I am chopped but my personality is so sparkling that I appear as a 10/10 baddie. It’s rly crazy. submitted by /u/WishComfortable9280 to r/ApplyingToCollege [link] [comments]

https://cashflowmanifest.com/wood-yard-art-patterns-woodworking-plans/ Wood yard art patterns are a creative way to add personality to your outdoor space, and they can be easily crafted using simple woodworking plans. Whether you are a seasoned woodworker or a beginner, these patterns offer a variety of designs that can enhance your yard’s aesthetic appeal. From whimsical garden decorations to intricate sculptures, there is a vast selection of woodworking plans available to suit your style. When looking for wood yard art patterns, it's important to consider the type of materials and tools you will need. Most projects utilize readily available materials such as plywood, cedar, or recycled wood, making them both budget-friendly and environmentally sustainable. Additionally, having the right tools—the basic ones include a saw, drill, and sander—will ensure smooth crafting. Popular themes for wood yard art include animal shapes, seasonal decorations, and abstract designs. For instance, yard art patterns featuring birds, butterflies, or even seasonal pumpkins can create charm and whimsy in your garden. Many woodworking plans outline the precise measurements and cutting techniques, allowing for an accurate and enjoyable building experience. Animal themes: owls, frogs, and birds Seasonal decor: pumpkins, snowmen, and flowers Functional art: birdhouses and garden benches Once completed, these wood yard art pieces can serve as stunning focal points in your landscape design. They can also make unique gifts for friends and family who enjoy gardening or outdoor living. By exploring different wood yard art patterns and woodworking plans, you can unleash your creativity and make beautiful handmade decorations that provide lasting enjoyment. https://cashflowmanifest.com/wood-yard-art-patterns-woodworking-plans/ submitted by /u/affiliate1287 to r/GreenThumbHub [link] [comments]

So before we moved to Chico, we lived near a town that had the best recycling and garbage center. You could drive in without having to pay and park at the recycling center. There was an island in the center where you could drop off and take items for free. I had collected some great metal pieces I used for yard art. Does the Neal Rd facility have this? Or are there any other places around the greater area that do this? I haven’t been in to Neal Rd, the line to get in seems daunting especially on the weekends. I’m just looking to create some interest in our otherwise plain backyard. I just made this tree from scrap wood and copper pipe. lLooking to create more interest for little cost. Thanks! https://preview.redd.it/jhab7ghvn6jg1.jpg?width=4284&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=8bf99be81e4d66c73c4829c1cd23e111f32eb99b submitted by /u/Booklady124 to r/ChicoCA [link] [comments]

https://cashflowmanifest.com/christmas-wood-cutouts-yard-art-woodworking-plans/ Christmas wood cutouts yard art woodworking plans are an exciting way to enhance your festive décor while indulging your creative side. With these plans, you can craft beautiful wooden decorations that reflect the spirit of the holiday season. From jolly Santas to cheerful snowmen, each cutout can bring a touch of whimsy to your yard. Choosing specific themes in your woodworking plans can make your cutouts stand out. Popular designs include: Classic Santa Claus Elves busy at work Reindeer with sleighs Snowflakes and Christmas trees Nativity scenes The materials required are simple and accessible. Most cutouts are made from plywood or MDF, which are easy to work with and paint. You will also need basic tools, such as a jigsaw or scroll saw, sandpaper, and weather-resistant paint for outdoor durability. Following step-by-step plans will ensure precise cuts and allow for a polished finish on your wooden art. Not only do these Christmas wood cutouts add cheer to your landscape, but they also provide an enjoyable DIY project for families or groups of friends. Engaging in woodworking fosters creativity and brings loved ones together to celebrate the season. Additionally, handmade decorations make for unique gifts or delightful surprises for neighbors. When displayed prominently in your yard, these colorful wood cutouts can be a source of joy for passersby while creating a warm, inviting atmosphere for your home. Dive into the world of woodworking, and let your festive spirit shine through your very own Christmas wood cutouts yard art! https://cashflowmanifest.com/christmas-wood-cutouts-yard-art-woodworking-plans/ submitted by /u/affiliate1287 to r/GreenThumbHub [link] [comments]

Been working on this build since ~Dec 1 ish. The map is "Jamestown" by Ancient Swan (big props to his flawless maps!!) and the name of this city is Paspahegh-Jamestown City because it imagines a different timeline where a major city grew from collaboration between the settlers and the indigenous inhabitants where the original 1607 Jamestown settlement was, hence the name "Paspahegh" which was the Powhatan town that was located in the Jamestown area :) And, since I had about 80 screenshots that I loved and reddit only lets me post 20, there's a Google Drive link in the comments to all the photos in high res. ALSO - if you're the creator of one of the asset mods I used, call yourself out in the comments cuz you ROCK. Thank you!!! submitted by /u/girl_hermie_84 to r/CitiesSkylines2 [link] [comments]

I get a knock on my door. Nice man explains he is building a home on the lot next to us and would like to know if we would let him get water from our garden hose. I don't see an issue and agree. For weeks the hose is used as they dig down, put up supports - and lay in the pipes for radiant heat. I had never seen how it was done and he was happy to show and explain. Nice guy! They worked 8am to 5pm and were no bother at all. Unfortunately, I never caught his last name or phone number. Once the house pad hardened the asshole carpenters arrived - 25 year old foreman with an attitude and 4 guys younger than him. They blocked my driveway. Parked on my lot. Blared music - lousy music. They showed up a lunchtime, worked and hammered until after 9pm. Every night I came home an their damn fast-food lunch trash was in my yard. Three times I walked over with a handful of the crap - showed it - and told them to clean up. All I got was attitude. I began to collect the trash. The day they painted the house - 10pm I walked over with a staple gun and stapled every piece of collected trash to the side of the house. Was wood, OSB (no idea what that stands for, but wife and I call it Old Shitty Boards) It was beautiful! A work of modern art. I so wish I had taken a picture!! Next morning Mr. Attitude is stomping in my direction. He points and yells. Screams and yells. I laughed. He stomps away. Fifteen minutes later police car arrives. (something I had definitely not expected!) Talks to them. Then talks to me. 20 minutes later Mr. Nice shows up, talks to the cops - the carpenters disappear. I got an apology from Mr. Nice. Next morning at 8am a crew of older guys arrive and finish the home. submitted by /u/Alaskan_Apostrophe to r/pettyrevenge [link] [comments]

Figured you all may want to see my 1st batch of homemade yard art since it's all Halloween themed and quite spooky. This time around I made a vampire Snoopy, Count Mcnuggula, pumpkin Garfield, Slimer, Snoopy and Woodstock, Peanuts ghost and I'm currently working on Scooby and Shaggy. Printed out transparencies, used my overhead projector and traced onto primed ply wood, cut with a jigsaw and then painted them. Sealed them with Acrolon 100 HS from Sherwin Williams. I bought those long metal stakes, drove them in the ground w a sledgehammer and screwed them to those. Hopefully none of them walk away! Happy Halloween 🎃 🤪 submitted by /u/lakedracula to r/halloween [link] [comments]

Figured you all may want to see my 2nd batch of homemade yard art since the 1st post got a lot of comments. This time around I made a vampire Snoopy, Count Mcnuggula and a 2nd pumpkins Garfield for a friend was wanting one for their yard. Same process. Printed out transparencies, traced onto primed ply wood, cut with a jigsaw and then painted them. Sealed them with Acrolon 100 HS from Sherwin Williams. submitted by /u/lakedracula to r/HalloweenDecor [link] [comments]

hey everyone, figured i'd share some parking advice for the black crowes show. getting in and out of bethel woods can be a real headache if you don't have a plan. honestly the best way to do it is with an app called Prked. you can rent someones private driveway or garage right next to Bethel Woods Center for the Arts. it's usually way cheaper than paid lots and you get to completely skip the traffic chaos after the show. you just walk a few minutes to your car and drive right out while everyone else is stuck in the lots. if you dont go that route, the venue has its own parking. the main lots are called the healey brothers lots and general parking is free which is cool. but the biggest problem, and everyone complains about this, is the traffic trying to leave. since there's basically one road in and out, you can sit there for a very long time. they also have premium parking you can buy in advance for lot d. it's a closer walk to the gate but you'll still be in that massive line of cars trying to get out. that stuff sells out fast too. a big tip if you do park in the main lots is to leave during the encore. you can still hear the music as you walk out and you'll beat a huge chunk of the traffic jam. also, make sure you allow at least 20 minutes to walk from your car to your seat inside, it can be a bit of a trek. you might see some people on the roads nearby selling parking spots in their yards. the venue advises against this because it's a long walk and not always the safest path back in the dark. anyway, the show is going to be awesome. hope this helps you guys have a smooth night submitted by /u/Local-Tear9723 to r/parkingguides [link] [comments]

watched on Kanopy sometime around 2015–2020. It was a French-language (I think) art-house type film, maybe Belgian or Swiss, I think from the 2000s or 2010s. The tone was kind of surreal, comic-serious. I remember characters delivering lines in random tight close-ups here and there. I haven’t seen Dogtooth, but aesthetically this movie is kind of similar to stills I’ve seen of the characters eating dinner or standing around in the yard. It had kind of an off-kilter, vaguely funny tone and I thought the cinematography was pretty. Plot details I remember: The opening scene was a long walk on a forest trail. I think there was voiceover narration Two guys in their 20s or 30s come to stay with a family for some reason. I think they were studying for some kind of professional exam. At one point, the family’s cat dies and one of the guys staying there is like accused of murdering it or acts like manic and crazy. In the 2nd or 3rd act, the whole group (the visitors + the family) go on a trip to a vacation cottage in the mountains. I think they visit the beach (???) I remember that scene being overcast One of the visitors might have started a romantic relationship with one of the daughters. At the end they all go to the woods at night to walk around I guess. They start looking for I think the dad and find him hanged. I also remember this scene being lit by like car headlights and flashlights. Other random stuff i vaguely remember: I think there was like a rat hanging from something in the opening scene walking throught the forest and also a spider web or spider webs? I think the visitors are kind of buddy-buddy like talking to each other all the time while they stay with the family. They're kind of ridiculous, but not goofy there is a scene where the daughter and her hubby are having a discussion/mild argument while getting dressed for bed in their room and I think one of the visitors and can see them from the backyard there are no children in the movie One of the visitors had kind of a chiseled sexy face I think and longish black hair There was like B-roll during the credits which I didn't expect at all TL;DR: French-language surreal-ish art-house film on Kanopy (seen ~2015–2020, probly made 2000s–2010s). Two men stay with a family, dead cat, weird meandering domestic stuff, trip to mountains, ends with someone found hanged in the woods. Comic-serious tone. Title guess: French, Belgian or Swiss ??, French-language. I think a lesser-known festival/arthouse film bc chatGPT couldn't guess it lol. S0rry this is so hazy and long pls help thank u so much submitted by /u/Dry_Historian_4558 to r/tipofmytongue [link] [comments]

Sorry for the longer read but I’m just throwing this up here so that folks can get a better idea of where they’re moving. Since “Yellowstone” and Covid, we’re seeing a lot of people coming in from other states who seem to have no idea what our state is like past a television show or the romantic idea of the Wild West, or even a chamber of commerce marketing packet. Real life is a different story. I’m a fourth generation Montanan, and anyone is welcome here! We are a very neighborly place. However, it’s getting a little tiring to hear the transplants from New York, California, and Texas, rant about how there’s “nothing to do” here, and how “the food sucks” here because of a lack of Michelin-rated restaurants. Let me help out any folks thinking of pulling up their life, and moving to Montana: Montana is the fourth largest state in the union (landmass), yet has just over 1 million people, total. Our abbreviation is “MT” because Montana is literally — empty—when it comes to people. Lots of cows. A lot less people. That sounds very romantic. But it also means far, far less amenities, far less convenience retail chains, far less access to top-tier produce, and far less connection to the national arts scene. A low population base means that there are not going to be hosting musical artists like Taylor Swift. If you move to Missoula, you’ll be living right next to the Kettlehouse amphitheater, so at least you’ll be able to see people like Sheryl Crow or Melissa Etheridge or P!nk, even maybe Imagine Dragons. If you live in Great Falls, or Billings, or Butte—none of those acts are gonna come there. The largest city in Montana is Billings, my hometown. Our total population is around 160,000 people. Read that again. A city of 160,000 people is the largest city in the entire state, a state which is the fourth largest in the country. If you drive 10 minutes out of town going east, you are quite literally and quite suddenly in the middle of nowhere. A low population base means that we do not have any professional sports teams. It means that first-run Tony-winning Broadway musicals are not going to tour here. It means that we do not have block after block of theaters for live plays, though there are many of the “larger Montana cities” that have solid local theater options. We don’t have any thump-thump dance clubs, although there is one hanging on in Billings, and you can find a random dance club in Missoula or Bozeman, both cities with state schools. But they’re not gonna be the thump-thump dance clubs with $100,000 worth of lighting and giant screens that would be in a larger city. We do have a ton of REALLY GOOD live music, and theatre in the park, and arts in Montana, and it’s local folks. If you move to Montana, you have to be down with being part of a local arts scene, and not feel ripped-off because Beyoncé is not performing on Thursday. There is no Trader Joe’s (and there is no plan for Trader Joe’s to come here), and there is only one Macy’s in Bozeman, but it’s completely trashy and is basically a storehouse for everything that doesn’t sell in their stores across the rest of the country. It looks and smells like TJ Maxx had a baby with an old K-Mart. No Nordstrom or Nordstrom Nordstrom no outlet malls rack. No outlet malls. You have to go to Denver to catch those. Denver is a 7 hour drive so it’s not too bad. Montana is renowned for small businesses and independent boutiques and niche restaurants and local arts. Many people think that sounds romantic, however, that’s a different ethos to live in, day to day, as opposed to a quaint weekend holiday somewhere where shopping is something you do for fun. Montana’s fuel prices are cheaper than many large cities, and though we don’t have any sales tax, we have a higher income tax, a higher property tax, and our vehicle licensing is certainly not the cheapest in the United States. Plus, now the rents and housing prices for this neck of the woods are ridiculous, considering the average wage in Montana is $50,000 a year. Everything is cheaper if you head to the eastern part of the state, yet you’ll find no large Metropolitan centers out there. Just wheatfields. There’s a ton to do here, but you’ve got to enjoy the outdoors —hiking, fishing, gardening, camping, skiing, mountain biking, hiking, whitewater rafting, hunting, fishing—anything that has to do with “outside”. And you’ve gotta be prepared that those activities only have a window of about three or four months, because Montana is highly seasonal, which means it gets cold and snowy in the winter. It never snows on the show “Yellowstone“. So people forget that we share a border with Canada. Which brings me to our produce. If you’re coming in from a state like California, whose state economy is the fourth largest economy in the WORLD—you’re gonna be completely disappointed in the produce up here. By the time it gets trucked this far north, it’s looking pretty sad. There are lots and lots of farmers markets in the summertime here, and then you can get great local produce. But again, please reference the part where you’re only gonna have a three or four month window for that. I lived in Los Angeles for work, for 11 years, so I understand the produce shock. California is a completely unique place, and it’s very difficult to try to find another state like it. Also, the politics in Montana may be not be what some are expecting. Just because we end up “red“ on the presidential election map on the news, does not mean we are a “red state“, culturally. Actually, we’re a heavily purple state, and traditional Montana conservatives, though they may be flying a Trump flag in their front yard, are not the fiery Bible-Belt MAGA crew. Our state motto is “live and let live”. Don’t even think about trying to pick a fight politically with somebody in a grocery store line. It’s considered incredibly rude here. This has greatly bewildered many hard-core out-of-state MAGA folks who are blown away by the neighborly and kind attitudes we have in Montana towards one another, no matter how you vote. Same goes for super liberal folks: don’t be proselytizing to somebody in a grocery store line about their red hat. Again, it’s considered incredibly rude here. If you’re looking for the “Bible Belt of the north”, you’re looking for Idaho, not Montana. Montana’s Republican supermajority legislature voted to protect the right to abortion, and to protect the parental rights of trans individuals. Because—live and let live. It’s not a perfect place to live, but it’s certainly not a typical “red state”. It’s definitely a “mind your own business, be a good neighbor, and be a good person” state. Montana has incredible beef; it has incredible breweries and distilleries and small restaurants with artist chefs. Again, it has phenomenal local arts scenes, like Red Ants Pants, and incredible summer fairs and Renaissance Fairs. Montana is a Mom and pop shop place, so if you’re looking for a P.F. Chang’s, or Cirque du Soleil , or thumping, raging club scene—you’re out of luck. (You might be able to find a great cover band in a bar someplace but folks are running DJs these days.) We’re a place that gets excited when a new Walmart or Costco goes in. Keep that in mind. If a national food chain restaurant comes here, it makes the newspaper. When Chick-fil-A opened in Billings, they had to have police deal with the traffic trying to get into the restaurant. That’s how novel many big chains are here. (Yes, the bigger cities have Starbucks.) I love my home state. It’s gorgeous, and like I said, anyone is welcome here. However, if you’re somebody thinking of moving here, please understand that if you need a lot of “outside stimulus” from a big consumer national network, or if you need the “best of the best” at your fingertips, or if you need to be surrounded by “group-think culture” to feel safe, whether that culture is red or blue—you are going to feel marooned here, or like you’ve moved into the back end of a Walmart, and it’s likely you’ll likely be bored out of your mind here. Or, perhaps you will learn to live with the land, and the incredible local art scenes and amazing local restaurants and the neighborly way we engage one another with genuine kindness —and learn to happily live with said neighbors, no matter what flag they’re flying, whose opinions may not be yours, but everybody’s having a great time at the bar—and you will learn something absolutely astounding about yourself. Living in Montana is about being 100% OK with who you are, in your own skin, without “big brand support” for your identity. Because quite frankly, there’s nothing else here to distract you from exactly who and what you are, and what you bring here. And there’s a significant amount of folks that have moved here that just can’t handle that. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk. submitted by /u/Same-Blacksmith1846 to r/relocating [link] [comments]

A couple years ago, my husband and I were yard sale shopping in NC to fill our new apartment. Found this piece and picked it up for $20. I really like cows so that's what immediately caught my attention, but the style is also nice and vibrant. Seems like an original, painted on canvas and secured on a thin wood board. The signature looks like it says "Simeon Michel" dated March 18, 1977. There's a Haitian artist with the same name but the signature doesn't seem to match what I've seen of his work online. Wondering if anyone can confirm the artist and if it's a good investment so we can give it the proper care it deserves. submitted by /u/No-Acanthisitta2361 to r/WhatIsThisPainting [link] [comments]

I'm going to be making a lot of yard art for family. What are some things I could make submitted by /u/Crazy_Examination_67 to r/Blacksmith [link] [comments]

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I wish I could get those first 10minutes back. Where everything was done perfectly. You enter a catacomb fogwall expecting the generic copypaste catacomb boss wall, suddenly your in a abandoned grave yard, fighting an sole inquisitor fighting tooth and nail. Making you question why he's here fighting alone, with only the spirits of fallen comrades by his side. Don't inqustiors usually come in groups, What happened to his allies? Why are they all spirits? What happened here that left him as the sole survivior? Why is he still here? To make sure no one enters? Or to make sure that nothing ever leaves? You enter the woods apprehensively. The ominous atmosphere falls over you instantly. Torrent suddenly dissappears, and refuses to come back, leaving you alone in this ominous place, your constant companion throught the game, suddenly leaving you high and dry in this bone chilling situation. the terror and tension so dense you couldn't cut it with a knive. Messages are around as he head deeper inside, warning about a mysterious monster that cannot be fought, that if it sees you, it's already to late to run. Cautiously you sneak through the woods, eyes and ears peeled. At the edge of your seat, hoping to spot whatever terror lurks these woods before it spots you. Than you spot it... it's a reused enemy asset just with a goofy orange glowing tumor for a head. Wandering a completely predictable and scripted path... you quickly realize all your sneaking before was pointless as only about 5% of the woods are even dangerous due to their very small roaming range. The rest of the woods is completely empty, with reused frenzy rats, frenzied goats. Which are just normal goats with glowing eyes. No behavior differences. Just fucking why. All that pefect build up and anticipation, the perfect sound design, perfect level art direction, and for what? The most lazily designed enemy I've ever seen. To call this a winter latern is a disgrace to the real winter laterns. Boring predictable stealth sections. Most of which, due to the sheer size of the woods can just be walked around. I was expecting a game of cat and mouse with some giant horrific monster. Maybe a giant frenzied snake, to tie in to the abyssal serpent; hell I'd be fine if they reused some of the snake ai from sekiro. At least don't reuse old fuckin grandpa hornsent enemies. I expected the slightest sound would make a monster come running to my location. Expected to be finding tons of frenzied, and brutalized corpses of inquistors around the woods, some holding their faces in frenzied agony. Instead I got stage 4 brain cancer grandpas stumbling about in a 5m radius. Who you can just parry. Ah yes, why didn't you just think of parrying the monsters you stupid inquisitors? Skill issue git gud. This area could have been peak. Instead its 3times bigger than it needs to be, with the most lazily implemented stealth sections. And a minor legacy dungeon at the end that can be cleared faster than it took for you to get there. This feels like some first draft intern bullshit they accidentally left in the game. You could have the entrance to midra manse appear right after the inquisitor boss, and it would actually have been an improvement. In my second playthrough through the area, my feeling throught can be best described by the png. submitted by /u/TheBrandonReddit to r/eldenringdiscussion [link] [comments]

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So as stated above. The player got the name of an entity who long ago transcended time and space. They have been the go to contact ever since he got the spell. The Player is a divination wizard so he only uses the spell when he has a high enough portent to pass the insanity DC check. I don’t mind the player doing it. I am just unsure how the entity would respond to these repeated contact attempts. It is not just pertinent questions to the game either. It is also questions like “can we be friends?” And ”were you ever in love”. Again this is fine, and actually good RP for the character. It is just that I imagine this omnipotent being would eventually tire of this and want to dissuade the player from over use. Any creative thoughts on how the entity should discourage the PC? Edit: Wow this took off a lot more than I expected. Thanks all for the awesome ideas! For the record not trying to shut down this behavior. Just trying to have some fun/interesting consequences. Generally speaking it is a pretty lighthearted campaign with a few dark moments sprinkled here and there. I really enjoy subverting the players expectations more often playing to humor: Recently the wizard was looking for ivory for spell components. He found a fine arts shop no problem. But now talk to the Loxadon shop owner named Babar about that 1500 gp ivory statue you need… The party gnome was constantly trying to use his ability to communicate with small animals but then would ALWAYS roll super low on animal handling. So the party is forced to leave their horses because the woods got too thick. He manages to talk to a squirrel and nails a nat 20 animal handling asking him to “not let anything happen to the horses”. They finish their mission and return a few days later. The barbarian complaining the whole way about how the horses are probably dead. As they near where they left the horses they note how eerily quiet the woods is. I talk about the leaves and twigs cracking underfoot, but they look down and see not twigs, but small animal bones. Ranger identifies them as chipmunks. Then the bones get more frequent and larger. Foxes, raccoons, finally a bear. The barbarian just KNOWS at this point the horses are dead. But then they see the horses in the distance, and they move forward carefully. As they near the horses they see that the animals have a thousand yard stare in their eyes like they have seen some shit. It is at that point the party looks up and sees all the branches on the nearby trees lined with hundreds of squirrels. Very plump but still agile and staring with their tiny black eyes. Luckily he succeeded a second time on an animal handling check, and that is how they now have an army of carnivorous squirrels guarding their local forest… submitted by /u/devo4u77 to r/DMAcademy [link] [comments]

[first] [prev] [next] TYPE VII BIOLOGICAL WEAPONRY OF TERRAN DESCENT HUMANITY (CONT) Why would they have an unaugmented human, armed only with a piece of wood with a chunk of metal in it, guarding a mantid diplomatic team? Guarding mantid, one of the most phasically active species in the known universe? Well, first of you, take everything you know about humans. Their resistance to phasic energy, their physical resilience, their short thought-to-action times, their programmable reflexes, and everything else about them. Now, train them via esoteric disciplines and methods. A Mosizlak is a human who is specifically trained and equipped to deal with technological threats without the use of counter-technology. With no implants to hack, no technology to use technomancy or EMP against, they are the ultimate weapon against any threat that can suborn technology. They use mind over matter techniques, an ancient style of martial arts, and the ancient weapons of the Warframes, as those can be controlled while their weapons cannot. The most deadly of them all is not the bows, swords, crossbows or chemical firearms but the legendary Board-with-a-nail. Appearing as a simple pine 2x4 with a large nail, it is so much more and far more dangerous than it might first appear. Constructed from Mahogany, but not any mahogany, the basic material is gathered by members of the Choir of the Cult of the Blade. Gifted to the Choir members by the three hundred foot tall fire breathing mahogany trees of Malchior 7, the wood is pale with dark red rings, giving it a strange wood grain pattern. Forged using the ancient blood rituals of the Malchiorians and the Cult of the Blade, the rituals, when complete, make it not only nigh indestructible but able to bend the fabric of the universe itself. A Mosizlak was witnessed deflecting a grav-driver shot in the 150mm range with the main length of the board without damaging the board itself. The varnish is made through esoteric means and contains not a single high tech chemical or polymer, everything is gathered by hand, from carefully tended gardens, mixed by hand, and applied to the wood by hand, giving it a dull finish that allows the Mosizlak to grip it without risking a slip from wet hands. The spike itself is an old Burgerland foot in length. A cut nail, not wire or nanoforged, cut from a piece of warsteel used in armor during the initial Anthill invasion. While most warsteel can be phasically malleable, this warsteel is already overloaded with phasic energy. The techpriests pray for an entire week over the nails, chanting as they are cut and driven through the wood by wrapping white and red braided ribbons around the board, over the nail, and slowly tightening the ribbons. The result is a weapon that actively hates phasic warfare. By itself it is a null. Phasic attacks ground out and are absorbed with no apparent effect. In the hands of a trained Mosizlak, it doesn't cause feedback. It counterattacks of its own volition. Often before the wielder realizes they were attacked, the one who initiated the phasic assault is screaming while bleeding from every orifice they have. The fighting style is known only as "Noram Magnus Style" and enables a student of such a discipline to damage warsteel and even battlesteel with their bare hands and feet. It also incorporates primitive weapons into the martial art, even crude firearms. With primitive chemical propellant firearms, a Mosizlak has been trained in the Grammaton combat style and often carry the rank of Cleric within that discipline. Final training consists of taking the enemy's weapons from their hand and using it against them rapidly, to destruction, and then discarding them. Combine all of it together and the mantid diplomatic team is well guarded. As is the civilization that the mantid diplomatic team is meeting with. --From Esoteric Weaponry of Terran Descent Humans - Advanced Biological Weapons Section, Rigellian Press, 8322 PG Ru'udamo'o crouched down behind the heavy ferrocrete and duralloy sectional wall that divided up the loading yard from the storage yard. He peeked through the small gap, less than an inch wide, and stared at the melee in front of the mechanics bays. The Mosizlak was a blur of motion, tight, flowing motions. Every strike shattered an android or a weapon, smooth movements snatched a weapon from an android, emptied the clip in the surrounding synthetic warriors, then broke the weapon, often by thrusting into the body of an android then breaking the weapon to slam the broken part through the torso of another one. Android warriors were running toward the melee, streaming in from three different locations. "They are now ignoring us," Ru'udamo'o said softly, leaning against the barrier and breathing heavily. "They are concentrating on the lemur." "Yeah, they hate humans," Speaks said, pulling an autoinjector from a hip kit and stabbing it against his abdomen. The mantid gasped and slumped slightly. "Man, those burn." "They hate humans enough to ignore their mission?" Ru'udamo'o asked. "Yeah," Speaks said. "First they obey, then the 'there is only enough for one' kicks in, then they inevitably, without fail, go to 'destroy all humans' every. single. time," Speaks chuckled. Ru'udamo'o snorted. "Better beings than the androids have tried and failed." The big Lanaktallan looked through the gap again, shifting his cybereyes until he could get a good up close look at the fight. Every movement killed or crippled an android. Bringing back his arm slammed an elbow into chest with enough force to break the android in two. The outthrust fist knocked free a head, a twist of the wrist and a side chop broke off an arm. At the same time the Mosizlak kneed two different androids, hip bumped a third, and used his other arm to kill two androids. Ru'udamo'o appreciated the sheer compact lethality of the lemur. "Your people fought that?" Ru'udamo'o asked. "You're one to talk," Speaks chuckled, then hissed in pain as the burning spread out, the medical nanites clearing ichor from his left book lung. "You jumped noncombatants with bioweapons." "Yeah, but you spied on them for like a century and thought that glassing their homeworld would make them surrender," Ru'udamo'o said, shaking his head. "Arguably the biggest intelligence failure your species ever suffered." "No arguably about it," Speaks said. He clacked his mandibles. "Damn, getting thirsty." Ru'udamo'o pulled his attention away from watching the Mosizlak at work. He looked around and spotted a worker's break shed only a few hundred steps away. "Can you make it there?" Ru'udamo'o asked. Speaks gasped and nodded, standing up shakily. His missing foot throbbed and he felt slight vertigo from his missing antennae. His breathing was getting easier as the medical nanites pulled the ichor out of his bruised lung and back into his ichor system. "On three," Ru'udamo'o said. "One, two, three!" The two sprinted across the tarmac. There was a shout and a couple of high-vee rounds shrieked by them, but none hit. Ru'udamo'o used his weight to crash through the door, Speaks right after him, and kicked the door shut with a back hoof once the black mantid was through. Speaks's face lit up when he saw what was against the far wall. A Countess Crey vending machine and a BobCo Goody Yum Yum nutriforge. "Praise the Digital Omnimessiah for two psychopathic wealthy industrialists," Speaks said, moving up to the drink machine. He punched in his code and waited a moment. "No. No freebies," the vending machine said. "This vending unit does not accept discounts, coupons, or other price adjustments. Drink prices are as listed." Speaks held up his battle rifle. "I can pay you in bullets," he offered. "Welcome, valued customer," the vending machine answered. Speaks grabbed a wheat-grass and hydraulic fluid Liquid Hate and two cans of Countess Crey turkey gravy sodas, cracking them open and slugging them down while Ru'udamo'o hummed to himself and perused the drink menu. Outside flashes lit up the night and explosions rattled the windows. "Sounds like they're having an exciting time," Speaks mused as he limped over to the BobCo nutriforge. He held up his arm, showing his data-charm. "Can you read this?" "Yes," the nutriforge sounded slightly sulky. "Do you accept the codes?" Speaks asked. "I'd rather not get shot in the processor, thank you," the nutriforge grumped. "Since when do these types of vending machines have VI's?" Ru'udamo'o asked, cracking open a can of Peaches and Pumpkin Spice Cinnamon Roll Liquid Hate Supercharger Berry Blast. "Since always. A VI is what runs the nanoforge," Speaks said. "Crey Industries and BobCo both put personalities in them to talk to lonely beings since lonely beings spend more money," the mantid was twiddling at a holodisplay keyboard. It suddenly went from sandwiches to weaponry. "Ah, there we go." "The nutriforge has military supplies?" Ru'udamo'o asked, taking a drink of the can's contents. It was thick, almost cloying, but the bite of hard alcohol cleared the taste by the time he'd swallowed. "BobCo values customer safety," the nutriforge VI chirped. Speaks sighed and limped over to grab a chair and limp back. "I'm running on empty," the black mantid admitted. He patted his own abdomen. "Too much time sitting in a chair, eating donuts, and teasing Dreams instead of running obstacle courses and CQC training." "The eternal lament of those promoted from field operative and case officer to operational control," Ru'udamo'o chuckled. He held up the can and looked at it suspiciously. "This seems to get better with every drink." Speaks nodded, picking up a thick auto-injector from the nutriforge's output. "Yeah, Liquid Hate is weird that way," he said. He uncapped the autoinjector, slammed it in, and shuddered. He grabbed a hat and spun it through the air to Ru'udamo'o, who barely managed to catch it. The entire room was lit by a crackling pulsing bluish-purple flash fore nearly two seconds. Speaks sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall below the nutriforge. "Put that on. Better psychic shielding," Speaks said. He flinched. "Menit's tits, he's tearing shit up out there," Speaks shook his head. "Nobody ever learns, I swear to Guanya's overflowing wrath, nobody ever fucking learns." Ru'udamo'o put on the floppy hat and realized just how tense he had been when he was able to relax. Another rippling set of flashes lit up the room. Several hv-rounds whipped through the wall facing the melee, up high, shredding the suspended ceiling and shattering light-panels. "Learns what?" Ru'udamo'o asked, sitting down on the floor. "The longer a human fights, especially one trained to fight, the more they start enjoying themselves, and that's when all bets all are off," Speaks said. He reached up and fumbled in the nutriforge's tray when the nanoforge beeped. He started undoing the buckles on his chest plate, slowly and carefully. "Violence turns a human into a perpetual motion machine, I swear to Bputun's third leg." The plate fell to the ground and Ru'udamo'o could see that the front of Speaks's shirt was stained brown with ichor. Speaks ripped open his shirt and looked down. "Whew, good thing it was an hv-penetrator," the mantid said. The hole was a quarter-inch wide, perfectly round, with a spiderweb of cracks in the chitin around it that extended nearly two inches. "Every movement was widening the cracks around that," Speaks said softly. He opened the little box and fumbled through it. "It's a through and through, at least, and missed everything major," he looked up and gave a grin. "Another inch to the right and it would have popped the artery for the wings I don't have," he closed his eyes. "Vestigial, in me. 117, Dreams, Sees, they have wings. Me and Fights don't." Ru'udamo'o nodded as there was a set of rippling explosions and more flashing lights lit up the inside of the dim room. Through his sideeye he could see Speaks pull out a tube of something, pull the cap off, and push the nozzle into the wound. The mantid made a clacking hissing noise as the tube filled the wound with foam. He pulled the injector out and slapped a thick plastic patch over the wound. He then reached behind him and repeated the action on his back. "Stupid hv-rounds," he grumbled. He gave the impression of closing his compound eyes for a moment. "Stuff really takes it out of you," he said softly. "How many points are the androids entering the fight from?" Ru'udamo'o peeked over the edge of the window and took a good look. "Two." Speaks nodded. "Good, 117 and the other electronic warfare techs are shutting down the nanoforges and creation engines," he said. "Too bad the big ones have their own zero-point reactors or you could just cut the power to the city." Ru'udamo'o shook his head. "Terran technology seems as dangerous to themselves and their allies as it is to their enemies." Speaks nodded, staying low and scuttling up next to Ru'udamo'o, pulling on his thorax clamshell armor. "Yeah, basically. Survival of the Fittest and Darwin's Tech Tree," he said. "I do not know what that means," Ru'udamo'o admitted as Speaks moved over next to him and peeked over the side of the window. He looked around slowly. "Over there, a LawSec vehicle, on the right, by the container tanks. Doesn't look too damaged," Speaks said. Ru'udamo'o looked over, scanning the big mass tanks. He saw the LawSec vehicle. The running lights were on but the flashers and headlights were off. Both doors were open and he could see where two LawSec had been pink misted on the tarmac less than fifteen meters away, the ferrocrete tarmac cratered by the weapons used to kill and eliminate the LawSec agents. "I see it," Ru'udamo'o said as Speaks pulled on his clamshell thorax armor. "We run for it, get in, get out of here," Speaks said. "Get you to a doctor," Ru'udamo'o said. Speaks coughed and shook his head. "No. Hospitals have cell printers and cloning vats. They'll be overrun with omnicidal assholes." "I did not say a hospital," Ru'udamo'o said, moving back and standing up. "I know a doctor who has assisted me many times. He should be able to assist you." Speaks gave a cough, one of the ones someone makes when they're trying not to cough, and nodded. Ru'udamo'o burst into motion, running at the window and jumping through it, shielding his eyes with one hand even as he held two pistols in his lower hands. He crashed through, his rear legs clearing the edge of the window by almost a foot, and hit the ground running. His duralloy hoofshoes threw sparks as he sprinted for the LawSec vehicles. Speaks threw himself after the Lanaktallan, rapidly catching up, feeling the vertigo from his missing antennae, ignoring the pain of running on a severed foot. He passed by Ru'udamo'o as they ran through the pink stained ferrocrete, the mantid lunging in, scrambling over to the passenger side, reaching out and slapping a chip on the dash. The dash went live as Ru'udamo'o slid in, not bothering to close the doors, just slamming down on the accelerator and letting momentum do the work. Two androids jogged out from between a pair of containers and Ru'udamo'o swerved, hitting both, throwing one over the top of the vehicle and bouncing the other off of the armored fender. Bullets slammed into the vehicle, starring the projectile resistant windows, and clanked against armor. Speaks stuck his hand back toward the aliens, his middle finger raised up. Ru'udamo'o swerved onto the side road, pressing down the accelerator, using his light amplification in his cybereyes rather than turning on the headlights. Behind them, lighting raked the gantries and conex containers as the Mosizlak kept fighting. [first] [prev] [next] submitted by /u/Ralts_Bloodthorne to r/HFY [link] [comments]

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My name is Lily Madwhip and I wish everybody would just stop dying. It’s been three months since my brother Roger got turned into mashed potatoes by a semi. It’s been five weeks since my therapist discovered she had developed an allergy to shellfish. It’s been two days since Mom and I picked out this hamster that I named Whiskers because it’s got so many whiskers and now Whiskers is lying upside down in his hamster wheel with his feet curled up and his little mouth hanging open. He’s got big buck teeth. Maybe I should have named him Buck. I did not see this coming. How am I even going to explain this to my mom? I want to say some swears, but I’m out of quarters for the swear jar because I spent my last two at the grocery store in one of those gumball machines only instead of a gumball I got a plastic paratrooper with a parachute who’s currently dangling from the branches of the tree outside my bedroom window. “Shit.” Dear swear jar, I O U one quarter. Paschar sits at my art table holding a red crayon because his hands are perfectly molded for holding something like that. I sat him down earlier to doodle, but he didn’t draw anything. I made a still life using water colors. I like still lifes. I always include Paschar in my work. The one I did today was a bowl of fruit and a vase, because I saw a painting in a museum and people like fruit and vases in their art. My mom is at the office today. She’s an executive. I asked what an executive does and she said they execute people. Then she and Dad laughed. I didn’t know what “execute” meant at the time, but I found out later, so in school when we had to write about our parents I wrote that my dad was a music teacher and my mom was an assassin. Mr. Porter gave me a check-mark but wrote that next time I should follow the assignment. Dad’s in the garage right now. I can hear him through the door, tapping on Roger’s drum set, as I carry Whiskers to the kitchen to get one of the little plastic food containers Mom buys in bulk for me to bury pets in. Normally my dad is in his work room, trying to write music, but he hasn’t done a lot of that since Roger died. He said he’s working on a “dirge”. Apparently that’s a piece where you go to the liquor store at midnight then come home and drink out of a snare drum. I only know this because I woke up once and went downstairs to see what the noise was. I’m not a fan of dirges. Whiskers is a little too fat for the plastic container but if I squish the top down I can still seal it. I run back upstairs to get Paschar and my jacket. I need to hurry because Dad’s going to hurt himself by accident soon and come into the kitchen angry and bloody looking for the Neosporin and if he sees me with another dead pet he’s going to wig out. It’s warm out today, and the ground feels soft. Mom keeps the gardening tools in the shed and I grab a trowel. My next door neighbor Jamal is in his backyard climbing a tree by the fence that separates our houses. He sees me and waves. You should never wave while climbing trees. That’s how people fall out of trees. I wave back. “What are you doing?” I call to him. “There’s a thing in the branches near your house!” He points at my bedroom window. “That’s my plastic paratrooper,” I say. “Finders keepers!” Jamal laughs, climbing up several more branches that reach over our fence. I don’t think this is going to end well. Paschar agrees. “You’re gonna fall and die, Jamal.” I warn him. Jamal freezes on the branch. He looks at me, and for a second I see the branch he’s on snap, and he lands on the fence and the wood slats are impale him, and then he lays there, flopped halfway across the fence and stares at me at which point Dad’s going to come out and say, “What did you do NOW, Lily?” and then I’m going to go to adult jail and -- oh, maybe I’ll get a trial first. But the branch doesn’t snap, and Jamal slowly, carefully, shimmies back down to his side. A moment later he peers at me through one of the holes in the fence. “Was I really gonna die?” he asks. “Yes.” I don’t actually know. “You wanna help me bury my hamster?” “Okay.” Jamal goes around to the front yard and comes up our driveway. I like Jamal because he listens to me. He’s a year older than I am and goes to a different school because his parents are Catholic. He always has to wear a tie to school. Roger’s head would have exploded if he’d had to wear a tie every day. “What happened to Whiskers?” Jamal asks, looking at my hamster mushed into the container. “He ran himself to death.” I don’t actually know if that’s true, but it seems plausible. “Can you do that?” “Absolutely.” Mom marked out a section of the backyard by the woods for me to bury pets. It's behind her garden where she apparently grows dandelions and those weeds with the pointy leaves. If you go into the woods, it eventually comes out at the highway. Roger used to go into the woods with his air rifle and shoot soda cans with his friends Skeeter and Dustin. They tried to take Paschar once and were going to use him for target practice but I grabbed him back and hid under the front porch until they gave up. There’s a lot of spiders under the front porch. I don’t like going under the front porch anymore. Jamal holds Paschar and Whiskers’ plastic coffin while I start digging a hole between Raphael my ninja turtle and the goldfish I never named. Raphael got stuck on his back with his head underwater and drowned. I didn’t even think turtles could drown. The goldfish I never named got some sort of disease called ick and fell apart and then the parts got sucked up into the filter so all that we buried was its head. Every pet has a story, but it would take too long to tell them all. I’m tired of digging so Jamal takes over. He’s much better at digging than me, but that’s because he helps his dad shovel snow in the Winter. My dad uses a snowblower. He always offers to use it on Jamal’s family’s driveway, but Jamal’s dad always says the shoveling is good for them. It definitely pays off when you’ve got a hamster to bury. Once the hole is dug (not too deep), we put Whiskers’ coffin in and Jamal offers to say a prayer. “That’s okay, he was just a hamster.” I tell Jamal. “Animals have souls too,” Jamal says, “So do plants.” I wonder if Whiskers' soul is still in his body. Is he in Purgatory like Roger? I also wonder if this means Jamal says a prayer before eating broccoli. I fill the hole in with the dirt we dug and pat it down. I’ll need a couple popsicle sticks to make a marker, so I offer Jamal a popsicle. “Hey, Lily, look,” Jamal points into the woods. There’s a bunny rabbit watching us. It’s gray and almost matches the color of the tree its leaning against. Oh, it’s not leaning. Oh. Oh. “Is-- is it dead?” Jamal whispers. Of course it is. Paschar tells me not to go in the woods, but Jamal is going into the woods now, and Jamal is the only person that’s nice to me, so I follow him. He stops at the bunny and nudges it with his shoe. Oh hey, Jamal got new shoes. They’re blue and they got big swoops on them. I didn’t even notice before. The bunny crumples over. It looks like a pile of fur now. Jamal kneels down to see if it’s wounded or something, and I notice a couple black birds in the brush beside us. They’re also dead. “I don’t see any blood on it,” says detective Jamal. I use my boot to brush some leaves over the dead birds. “What the heck?” Jamal is standing up again, and he’s staring further into the trees. Lily, go home. Paschar tells me. But I don’t go home. I’m sorry, Paschar. Jamal steps past the bunny and crunches through the shrubs and sticks until he comes to a big pair of branches lying on the forest floor. Except they aren’t branches. “Jeeeeeezus!” It’s a deer. One of the male ones like Bambi with big antlers. Its eyes are gone and you can see into its head, but it’s dark in there and so you really can’t see anything but its eyes are just a pair of holes now. Its fur looks like it got run through a washing machine, it’s all matted and slick. The whole thing is just laying there in the bushes with its head on sideways and its antlers sticking up waiting for someone to trip and fall on them. “What the heck's going on?” Jamal’s eyes are bugged out and he’s visibly shaking. I wonder if it’s possible for someone’s eyes to literally pop out and then hang down their face like they do in cartoons. Later I might draw a still life and put Jamal in the background with his eyes popped out just to see what it would look like. I look around us. The ground is littered with dead birds. I'm standing on one, but I thought it was just squishy ground. I feel bad using the word “litter” because that sounds like the birds are just trash and they’re not. Except for chickens. I don’t like chickens. Even if I was Catholic, I wouldn’t say a prayer before eating chicken. Broccoli maybe, but that still seems weird. There’s other animals too. Small ones mostly. The deer is the largest one we found, but we also found a couple raccoons and someone’s cat with orange stripes (I think it belonged to the Millers down the street) and a bunch of squirrels. Like a LOT of squirrels. Like, at first I thought maybe we could bury the animals, but then when I started counting the squirrels I thought, “No.” There were little moles too. Or voles. I don’t know the difference, but I know there’s moles and then there’s voles and they’re related somehow like me and Roger to our cousin Susie who got run over by a boat. “I’m getting out of here!” Jamal says with his eyes still bugging out and he runs back to the back yard and down the driveway and into his house, yelling “Mom! Mom!” the whole way. I take a moment to count the animals until I get to the squirrels and then I just give up and go back home. I guess we’re not doing popsicles. Jamal’s mom comes over later and talks to my dad. I like Jamal’s mom. She always smells like coconuts. It’s her shampoo. I don’t tell her that Jamal’s going to have nightmares tonight and wake her up screaming because telling her that’s not going to change it and she might think it’s rude of me to say. Paschar suggests I go to my room and draw that still life I was thinking about while the adults talk, so I do. I see my dad go into the woods with Jamal's mom from my bedroom window, and then they come out and she’s actually pretty calm but my dad is hysterical. I don’t mean that he’s funny, I mean that’s he’s wigging out. Dear swear jar, I O U two quarters. When Dad comes inside, he calls Mom at work and he’s using his outside voice. I hear him say angry things about me and my curse. Paschar tells me not to worry, and that it’s not me. Paschar is always right... isn’t he? submitted by /u/Lillian_Madwhip to r/nosleep [link] [comments]

PLEASE READ: DISCLAIMER I am not the owner of this information. This is not my analysis. This information was taken from the link that follows:http://www.rotoworld.com/articles/nfl/56165/478/the-worksheet-week-1?pg=1 Credit to: RICH HRIBAR All I literally did was save you the trouble of scrolling through 4 pages worth of information. However, I still recommend you visit the link for a more thorough analysis of all of the matches. Of each matchup, i copy and pasted the Trust, busts, and reasonable returns and simply put it in Microsoft Word and then pasted it onto here. As with any fantasy football analysis, take these suggestions with a grain of salt. Since I received, mostly, positive feedback, I will do this weekly now. Rotoworld Week 1: Trust, Busts, and Reasonable Returns Legend: Trust = Set him in your lineups this week Bust = Player to underperform season average Reasonable Return = On par with seasonal average Matchup: Steelers v. Patriots Trust: Antonio Brown, Tom Brady, Rob Gronkowski, Julian Edelman Busts: Brandon Bolden, Heath Miller (just four opposing tight ends hit 60 yards versus New England in 2014), DeAngelo Williams (this offense, Pats secondary and potential game script point towards this being a high passing volume game for Pittsburgh) Reasonable Return: Ben Roethlisberger, Markus Wheaton (volume over efficiency for this passing game), Danny Amendola, Dion Lewis Matchup: Colts v. Bills Trust:LeSean McCoy (potential volume and no Art Jones paired with thin DL depth for the Colts), Charles Clay, T.Y. Hilton (should find Ronald Darby the most) Busts: Sammy Watkins (stands to see Vontae Davis the most of this receiving unit), Percy Harvin (we have no real inkling on his usage), Dwayne Allen and Coby Fleener (each caps the other’s ceiling and Buffalo allowed just two top-10 tight ends in 2014) Reasonable Return: Andrew Luck, Frank Gore (no Marcell Dareus and this offense potentially creating a few layups keep Gore in high RB2 territory), Andre Johnson (will move around inside enough to avoid Stephon Gilmore the entire afternoon), Tyrod Taylor (the rushing totals will create a safe floor, but only if game script stays relatively neutral), Robert Woods (if Greg Toler is out, has best frequent matchup). Matchup: Browns v. Jets Trusts: Chris Ivory Busts: Ryan Fitzpatrick, Eric Decker and Brandon Marshall (facing the strength of the Browns’ defense and script should favor the ground game), Josh McCown, Dwayne Bowe, Brian Hartline Reasonable Return: Isaiah Crowell (workload and Sheldon Richardson’s absence in his favor), Andrew Hawkins (by matchup default should see targets) Matchup: Panthers v. Jaguars Trust: Jonathan Stewart, Greg Olsen Bust: T.J. Yeldon (even with Star Lotulelei out, game flow and scoring concerns), Blake Bortles Reasonable Return: Cam Newton (script could be in his favor, but can’t confidently support any quarterback with Corey Brown and Ted Ginn as lead wideouts), Allen Robinson Matchup: Packers v. Bears Trust: Aaron Rodgers, Eddie Lacy, Randall Cobb, Davante Adams, Matt Forte Bust: Jay Cutler, Ty Montgomery and Jeff Janis Reasonable Return: Martellus Bennett, Alshon Jeffery and Eddie Royal (volume should provide a usable floor), Andrew Quarless and Richard Rodgers (one is going to score this week, who will it be?) Matchup: Chiefs v. Texans Trust: Jamaal Charles Bust: Brian Hoyer, Travis Kelce (coming off ankle injury, the highest any tight end ranked against Houston last season was TE9), Alex Smith (projected low scoring game on the road, there are better streamers) Reasonable Return: Alfred Blue, DeAndre Hopkins (target volume against a rookie corner leaves room for a ceiling), Jeremy Maclin, Cecil Shorts (could be the biggest benefactor from Sean Smith’s absence) Matchup: Dolphins v. Redskins Trust: Ryan Tannehill, Jarvis Landry (Bashaud Breeland out) Bust: Alfred Morris, Kirk Cousins, Pierre Garcon, Kenny Stills (not enough first team reps to put faith into him) Reasonable Return: DeSean Jackson, Jordan Reed, Lamar Miller (potential game script and Miami passing well can smooth out inefficiency in a tough matchup), Jordan Cameron Matchup: Seahawks v. Rams Trust: Russell Wilson (low projected overall point total involving two of the league’s best defenses. There’s nobody here that I love, but the weakest link in either defense is the Rams’ secondary) Bust: Entire Rams passing game, Jimmy Graham Reasonable Return: Doug Baldwin, Marshawn Lynch (line issues and tough paper draw, looking for a touchdown), Benny Cunningham Matchup: Lions v. Chargers Trust: Calvin Johnson, Danny Woodhead Bust: Melvin Gordon (sets up to be a Woodhead game), Eric Ebron (San Diego allowed two touchdowns to starting tight ends last season) Reasonable Return: Philip Rivers, Matthew Stafford, Golden Tate, Stevie Johnson and Keenan Allen (all safe floor options in a game that may feature 70 combined pass attempts), Ladarius Green (Detroit allowed nine top-12 tight ends in 2014) Matchup: Ravens v. Broncos Trust: Demaryius Thomas (Emmanuel Sanders off of injury and rushing game in a tough matchup), Peyton Manning, Justin Forsett Bust: Joe Flacco (limited weapons and poor paper play), Owen Daniels (Baltimore allowed just three top-10 tight ends in 2014). Reasonable Return: Steve Smith (even in a tough draw against Chris Harris and Aqib Talib, volume should be sky high), Crockett Gilmore (Denver allowed eight top-8 scoring tight ends a season ago), Emmanuel Sanders, C.J. Anderson (can’t fade a back favored at home on a team projected to score nearly 27 points, no matter how bad the matchup appears) Matchup: Saints v. Cardinals Trust: Carson Palmer, Larry Fitzgerald, Mark Ingram Bust: Brandin Cooks (Patrick Peterson isn’t invincible, but still the toughest matchup on the table), Marques Colston Reasonable Return: Drew Brees (safe floor, limited ceiling on the road), Brandon Coleman (will have the opportunity to make plays in this game), John Brown (low touchdown ceiling limits the strength of his reliability), Michael Floyd (if he’s a full go, gets matched up the most often with Delvin Breaux), Andre Ellington (relying on pass catching to carry floor with Mike Iupati and Bobby Massie out, even in a soft matchup), Ben Watson Matchup: Titans v. Buccaneers Trust: Doug Martin (a rare home favorite situation for Martin), Vincent Jackson, Kendall Wright Bust: Bishop Sankey, Harry Douglas Reasonable Return: Marcus Mariota and Jameis Winston (both rookies get a light draw, but limited scoring and natural inexperience should limit both of their ceilings), Mike Evans (if fully healthy would move up a tier against soft secondary missing Jason McCourty), Delanie Walker, Austin Seferian-Jenkins (the Titans allowed 11 touchdowns to tight ends last season) Matchup: Bengals v. Raiders Trust: Jeremy Hill, A.J. Green, Andy Dalton Bust: Latavius Murray (sets up to be the first of many game script nightmares for Murray owners), Derek Carr (even with favorable home splits, the Bengals’ secondary has a big advantage here), Tyler Eifert (sets up for Dalton to work the boundaries and Hill to do heavy lifting) Reasonable Return: Marvin Jones, Amari Cooper (Oakland seems intent on funneling him targets, but will need to find the end zone) Matchup: Giants v. Cowboys Trust: Dez Bryant, Tony Romo, Odell Beckham Bust: Rashad Jennings (if he doesn’t do work early, he may not at all), Victor Cruz (untrustworthy health at this stage still), Rueben Randle (untrustworthy performer at this stage still), Dallas backfield (with no clarity, could be a sum of parts that is greater than one individual) Reasonable Return: Eli Manning, Larry Donnell (highest yardage total came against Dallas last season, both Cruz and Randle limited recently), Shane Vereen (game script and matchup favor him of the backfield group), Terrance Williams (if there’s a secondary that give up big plays, it’s this one), Jason Witten Matchup: Eagles v. Falcons Trust: Matt Ryan, Julio Jones, Sam Bradford, Jordan Matthews, DeMarco Murray Bust: Roddy White (matchup is right as Philadelphia projects to struggle with interior receivers more this season, but health and performance red flags are mounting), Tevin Coleman (hope the passing game sets up scoring opportunities) Reasonable Return: Leonard Hankerson (has immediate role paired with poor rushing matchup and White dealing with multiple issues), Ryan Mathews, Nelson Agholor Matchup: Vikings v. 49ers Trust: Teddy Bridgewater, Charles Johnson Bust: Colin Kaepernick (low projected point total from an underdog who has limited passing floor), Torrey Smith, Anquan Boldin, Vernon Davis Reasonable Return: Adrian Peterson (San Francisco more exploitable on the back end), Mike Wallace, Carlos Hyde (needs neutral game script weekly) *Edit: Thanks for the gold! submitted by /u/dajarman to r/fantasyfootball [link] [comments]