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Poor gingers always get left out.

About 2 years and a month +-

Which app is this? Time chain calendar lets you search past but not future.

I’m not a gamer, I jumped off that train years ago so i don’t completely understand that ecosystem. What would be the advantage to using their own tokens for in game purchases when sats hold real world value? Are these tokens bought with fiat or earned through the game? Or both?

I’m over my head here talking video games. My games revolve more around nerding out with bitcoin, economic theories among other hobbies. I have figured out that β‚Ώ fixes or makes things much better. There has to be more room for Bitcoin adoption in the world of games. I’d say inevitable.

Mostly cellulose fibers, typically from trees but other plants can also be used and small amounts of calcium carbonate and clay.

When do you think the #bitcoin price Will match the block height?

#asknostr

How’d you get it in the emoji? I tried and now I’ve got 21 δΈ° pending/lost. I fucked something up.

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Tasty nut!

Replying to Avatar TheLegendaryMan

Joseph "Flyover Joe" McCready was born under the endless skies of Nebraska, where the horizon stretched wide and the only thing louder than the wind was the hum of his trusty 1962 Piper Pawnee.

A third-generation crop duster, Joe lived for the thrill of swooping low over golden fields, the roar of his plane’s engine drowning out the monotony of small-town life. With his weathered aviator cap, a perpetual squint from years in the sun, and a grin that said he’d seen it all, Joe was a local legendβ€”equal parts daredevil and dreamer. He’d tell anyone who’d listen that the sky wasn’t just a job; it was a frontier waiting to be explored.

One crisp October morning in 2023, while dusting a cornfield near the Platte River, Joe spotted something strange: a shimmering ripple in the air, like heat waves off asphalt, hovering just above the stalks. Most folks would’ve turned tail, but Joe? He gunned the throttle and flew straight into it. The world twisted, the sky fractured, and his radio crackled with static as the Piper Pawnee punched through a wormhole into a parallel universe.

He emerged over a surreal landscapeβ€”jagged purple mountains, twin suns blazing, and a sprawling alien city under siege. Below, a race of humanoid creatures with iridescent skin fought desperately against an invading army of grotesque, insect-like aliens called the Xyrk. The Xyrk were relentless, their chittering hordes tearing through defenses with razor-sharp claws and acid-dripping mandibles. Joe didn’t know where he was, but he knew trouble when he saw itβ€”and he wasn’t about to let some bug-eyed freaks ruin anyone’s day.

Landing on a dusty plateau, Joe met the locals, who called themselves the Lyrani. They were outgunned and losing hope, their weapons useless against the Xyrk’s armored hides. Joe, ever the problem-solver, inspected a fallen Xyrk corpse and noticed something odd: a puddle of syrupy goo from a Lyrani breakfast cart had seeped into its exoskeleton, dissolving it into a sticky, flattened mess.

Turns out, the Xyrk had a fatal weaknessβ€”maple syrup, a substance unknown in their world but lethal to their biology.

With a wild glint in his eye, Joe hatched a plan. He retrofitted his crop duster’s tanks, swapping pesticide for gallons of pure, Grade-A maple syrup he’d miraculously brought along (a gift from a Vermont buddy he’d stashed in the cockpit). The Lyrani helped him rig the plane with extra sprayers, turning the Piper into a flying weapon of mass pancake-ification.

Joe took to the skies, weaving through alien anti-aircraft fire with the agility of a barnstormer, dousing the Xyrk army in sticky doom. One by one, the invaders shrieked, melted, and flattened into steaming, syrup-soaked pancakes, their reign of terror ending in a breakfast-themed apocalypse.

The Lyrani hailed Joe as their savior, offering him riches and a throne. But Flyover Joe wasn’t one for fanfareβ€”he tipped his cap, fired up the Pawnee, and flew back through the wormhole, emerging over Nebraska just as the sun dipped below the horizon. The ripple in the sky vanished behind him, leaving no trace of his wild adventure.

Back home, Joe hung up his wings, trading adrenaline for tranquility. He bought a quiet farmstead in the Sandhills, where he raises billy goats with names like β€œSyrup” and β€œWormhole Willy.” On clear nights, he sits on his porch, sipping coffee and staring at the stars, wondering if the Lyrani still tell tales of the crop duster who turned an alien war into a pancake party. Locals swear they’ve seen him grin at the sky and mutter, β€œAin’t no field I can’t dust.”

And somewhere, in a parallel universe, a stack of Xyrk pancakes sits as a monument to Flyover Joeβ€”the man who flew through a wormhole and syruped his way into legend.

Now that’s some chemtrails I can get behind!

LFG!

Yeah, I’ve got that one too and agree. I’m thinking more β€œVegas” flashy, in your face type stuff πŸ˜‚

It may not exist but doesn’t hurt to askπŸ€ͺ