#sd7

[swiss-army-fangirl]

hi besties i’m back on my bullshit keeping this one pic above the cut bc it’s cool

yeah so this scared me bc i can’t even see half of those but the words are the same as in the below shot:

translation: OBEDIANCE (sic) IS OBLIGATORY.

DISSENT IS FORBIDDEN.

COMPLIANCE IS MANDATORY.

MISTAKES ARE NOT TOLERATED.

translation: INITIATE SEQUENCE

OBEDIANT (sic) HUMANITY

MAINTAIN THE FEAR

JUDGEMENT IDEOLOGY

translation: COMPLY.

translation: “this is not real.”

and of course the message at the end for posterity:

WELCOME TO PLANET ZERO.

PLANETARY REGULATIONS REQUIRE THAT YOU CHECK YOUR SCREENS FOR A LIST ON ALL APPROVED SPEECH, PROTECTED CLASSES, AND ACCEPTED BEHAVIORS.

WE HOPE THAT YOU ENJOY YOUR STAY, AND AS ALWAYS, REMEMBER TO START YOUR DAY WITH OUTRAGE.

[revengeoftheantichrist]

Seven Devils

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Day 7

You woke up to the smell of burning. The cold floor you had fallen asleep on was beginning to warm, indicating how hot the inferno had gotten. You quickly got up, grabbing the rosary and the dagger on your way to the door. Gathering all your strength you gave the door a hard kick, the rotting wood crumbling away and giving you the space to get out of your little prison. Immediately your hit with the heat, it was as if you had opened an oven while at its hottest, making your eyes water a little. You bolted down the corridor towards the dorms, you hoped everyone had gotten out by now. Bursting into the room you tried to wake all your classmates in the room. No one would wake. It was as if everyone was under a spell. This wasn’t a good sign.

The smell of burning got stronger, the heat rising. The heartbeat you had heard all week got lounder, its thrumming seeming to echo into the deepest parts of your mind, all consuming.  

You knew what you had to do, to finish this once and for all. You ran out of the room, towards the courtyard. An axe was leaned against one of the arches, you took it. The heartbeat got louder the closer you got to the tree. You could feel it in the bottoms of your feet as you stood before it. You took a deep breath, before swinging the axe into the tree.

It bled.

The sap was a dark crimson but that didn’t stop you. Crows had surrounded you, pecking and diving at you but it was as if you were possessed, swinging the axe until the tree fell backwards. You dropped the axe and fell to your knees, breathing wildly in exhaustion. You could feel the sap on your bare knees, the stickiness making your skin crawl. You finally turned your attention to the stump. You could see the box in the cavity, snakes forming a defence around it. They hissed as your hands reached towards it. You paid them no mind, using your own hands to uncoil them from the box.

You finally held the box in your hands. Your hands vibrating with the pulse inside. You pulled your rosary from around your neck, placing it in the cavity. It clicked in place, moving the mechanics of the lock system. The lid creaked open slowly.

You gagged at the contents, but they were exactly what you expected. You pulled it out and discarded the box. You held Michael Langdon’s beating heart in the palms of your hands. You sat and stared at it, mesmerised by the organ pulsing without a body.

The sound of falling, burning timber finally snapped you out of your daze. You had to act fast. The only way to end this would be to burn his heart at the altar. You got up and ran towards the burning half of the building. It hadn’t reached the dorms yet, but you had to act fast.

The heat inside the building was unbearable, you were surrounded by flames from all sides. The smoke tickling your throat and making you cough.

The door to the chapel had been burned away. The flames slowly crawling towards the alter but you still had time. The holy candles were still burning. Your vision started to blur as you walked closer to the marble. Your movements became staggered. With shaky hands, you finally placed the heart into the paten. A few pieces of communion bread still in the vessel. You emptied out the little bottle of anointing oil into it, just for good measure. You staggered towards the candle, moving was becoming harder. The wax dripped onto your hand as you moved it towards the paten. With the last of your strength, you brought the flame down to catch the oil.

The paten burst into a violent flame, throwing you onto your back. A black smoke filled the room, clouding your vision and filling your lungs. You moved to your hands and knees, coughing violently. You would have screamed if you could breathe. The floor was crawling with snakes. They slithered over your hands and ankles. You finally raised your head to look at the source, the alter. The smoke had begun to clear up. The silhouette of a tall man could be seen. He began to slowly step forward.

You saw his blue eyes first. So familiar, yet the rage inside them made your skin crawl. You looked down in fear, watching his shoes move closer. The fine leather was right in front of you now. The smell of cinnamon assaulting your senses. He squatted down to you. His ringed hand painfully gripped your chin, moving your head to finally make eye contact with him.

It was the face that had haunted your dreams for the past six nights, grinning at you.

“My my Y/N why is it when we meet, you are always on your knees?” You whimpered in reply. This isn’t how you planned it. This isn’t how it was supposed to end.

The screams of women broke through your thoughts.

Your friends.

The fire must have travelled.

You tried to move towards them, but Michael had his feet on your hands. Crushing them and keeping you in place. “Let go of me!” you cried out, feeling like your bones would snap at any minute. Michael just snarled, grabbing you by your neck and throwing you onto the hot marble. You hissed at the feeling. “I can assure you; the fires of hell are much worse than this.” Your dream flashed through your mind. You tried to reach for the blade you carried, but Michael quickly took it out of your hand, snapping your wrist in the process. “This ended differently last time. I won’t let it happen again,” he growled. You looked up at the ceiling with bleary eyes. The heat made the paint of the frescoes melt into grotesque images; the screams of your peers seemed to get louder. “Music to my ears,” Michael said, closing his eyes and relishing in the heat and pain. “How?” was the only thing you could choke out. He reached over to the candles, holding it so you could see the base. Some sort of demonic seal was stamped into the wax. “Not a single holy candle has burned in this chapel since I took over all those years ago. No one’s ever checked,” he shrugged.

The screaming finally stopped. You knew what it meant, a sob shaking your body. The symbols and scripture carved into the arches and ceiling of the convent were never meant to protect. The realisation washing over your face. Father Langdon only laughed, as if he had been told the funniest joke. “If only people still valued prophetic dreams like they did back then. But I won’t give you the privilege of being a martyr this time St Maria Y/N,” he sang the last part.

His nails had turned claw-like, tearing straight through the fabric of your clothing. Leaving you bare on the burning alter before him. You were sure the smell of burning flesh was from you.

The timber of the chapel began to collapse around you, always narrowly missing you. His hand finally let go of your neck, leaving a collar of bruises behind. His hands ran up and down your body, pinching and groping every inch. The events of tonight had left you paralysed and numb to everything.

“Let me help you fully enjoy the sin of lust this time. God has no use for your body now.”

The heat had gotten to you, you could no longer fight to stay awake. You let your eyes shut, the sound of laughing being the last thing you heard.

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Fire destroys historic convent of St. Maria Y/N, again: No survivors. One missing

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The fire spread through the world. Two lifetimes worth of memories kept you quiet most of the time. You could only cry. The blond man just laughed.

AN: Thank you all for reading, finally another story done! I’m not sure if im totally happy with the ending but i hope it was good enough for my readers! Until next time!

[espee-southernpacifc]

SP 1518 – The First EMD SD7 by El Cobrador on Flickr.

Via Flickr: Antelope, California, switching at the west end of the Roseville Yard. Scan of a photo I shot in 1995 or 1996 (not long before the UP merger). This locomotive was the first SD7 built. Originally EMD demonstrator 990, it was bought by the Southern Pacific. When delivered, it had dual controls (control stands on both sides of the cab) for bi-directional operation. Because of this, it originally had the “bloody nose” on both ends. It had several numbers while with the SP, #1518 being the last. This classic engine lasted in service with SP through the UP merger in 1996 and is now at a railroad museum in Illinois. I knew nothing about the history of this unit when I shot the picture–I’m glad that I did, though. sagehopper 56 months ago Had an old friend back in the late 60’s that worked in the Roseville shops. Gave me a “cooks tour” one time. Very enjoyable ! El Cobrador 56 months ago I had a tour of the diesel shop in 1998 (after the UP merger) as part of a class I was taking. They had cleaned up and painted everything. cklx 56 months ago @ El Cobardor - Was this picture made at the tour you made in the nineties? The SD7/9’s share a timeless elegance with the EMD F’s and other early EMD’s. El Cobrador 56 months ago cklx: This picture was shot a number of years prior to the tour I made. Both the east and west ends of Roseville yard (which are miles apart) are easily accessible on public roadways for easy viewing. I live nearby and went there many times during the final SP days (mostly at the east end in downtown Roseville) to watch trains. Even before I became a true “railfan”, these engines were the first thing that came to mind when I thought “SP.” sagehopper 56 months ago Thanks for the history ! Those old high-noses were cool. I can remember watching them in Riverside (UP) back in ‘56 and '57. All GP7s then. They would be pulling fruitblocks from Highgrove. Bet there isn’t a single orange or grapefruit grove there any more. El Cobrador 56 months ago There would have been quite few Santa Fe GP7’s down that way during the same time period, as well. sagehopper 52 months ago They didn’t have much in the way of fuel tanks, did they? El Cobrador 52 months ago They removed one of the tanks when they were relegated to yard duty. AustinBD 23 months ago What film is that? And how do you like your scanner? El Cobrador 23 months ago | reply At the time of this photo I had a cheap Kodak 35 mm point and shoot camera. The film would have been developed at a local store. My scanner (which is also a printer) has served me well over the last few years. AustinBD 23 months ago Wow! Nice colors, considering the equipment.

[lunalockser]

“They took our love

And they filled it up;

They filled it up with Novocaine

And now I'm just numb”

Novocaine, Fall Out Boy

[trainmaniac]

Classic EMD High Hoods by James Belmont Via Flickr: Rio Grande's Tintic Local meets the Provo Switcher on a beautiful October afternoon in Provo, Utah in October 1975.

[digitalrailartist]

Denver & Rio Grande Western EMD SD7 5301 by Craig Garver Via Flickr: Denver & Rio Grande Western EMD SD7 5301 at Denver, Colorado, February 16, 1977. Photographer: Bruce Black. Scanned from a 2 1/4 x 4 1/4 negative owned by Digital Rail Artist.

[tastierearranger]

Aggiornamenti software per tutti i modelli Ketron

Aggiornamenti software per tutti i modelli Ketron

Lo scorso 14 ottobre, l’azienda di Ancona ha rilasciato una serie di aggiornamenti software per tutti i modelli usciti dal 2012 in poi, a favore di quanti suonano gli arranger professionali di Ketron della generazione attuale basata sull’architettura di MIDJPRO.

Il numero di versione cambia in base alla piattaforma di riferimento dei prodotti dell’azienda anconetana:

SD9, SD90 e SD60si…

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[donaldmckenzie]

Appreciation to @promarkbydaddario for sending me whatever I want to test......Within reason. 1. The #bobgatzen by #promarksticks is a peculiar #drumstick. The barrel (like a wine vineyard barrel) tip and notch in the middle of the stick are curiously unique. I found the bead uncomfortable for extended aural play and the shaft to give too much flex in exactly the spot I wanted the stick to feel firm and solid. 2. The discontinued ProMark @drummaboiblue signature is one of my favorites. Although Ronald uses @zildjiansticks now, I find the weight and bead of this rare stick much more preferable. Extremely difficult and rare stick to find at this point. 3. The #sd7 mallet should be a requirement in anyone’s stick bag. One side has a bead and taper similar to an #sd1 drumstick and the other side is a mallet for your #elvinjones #maxroach excursions. I find myself reaching for them at least once every other gig or when I get bored of the piercing onslaught of my 5B oak wood tip sticks. 4. The #trilokgurtu signature sticks are unusual in their profile and feel. Imagine a #royhaynes signature stick but dipped in plastic. Its extremely specialized and I personally would only grab it in an emergency situation. 5. #mikemitchell is simply one of the greatest young drummers of our time. The @blaquedynamite signature stick is based on a #vicfirth 5A with a nylon barrel tip. It still boggles my mind that drummers like #RonaldBrunerjr and #mikemitchell can get such volume from a 5A. I personally need at least a 5B to be comfortable at intense and extreme volume levels. My physiology is radically different from those two iconic drummers. Enjoy. (at Minton's Harlem) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7tLGTOguzT/?igshid=1tgbmwhr0l4ge