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Using block erupter blades, can't mine bitcoin on ANY pool I've tried, not sure why

Got 6 blades, trying to mine in Multipool.us, and I get numerous errors if I try. If the pool switches to any other coin, and I restart the proxy, it works fine, but the moment it switches back to BTC, the errors start again. I emailed, and was informed that they use p2pool and it doesn't play nice with stratum, so I tried bfgminer, but it ran for 3 hours (I showed 64GH/s on multipool's dashboard), accepted nearly 100,000 shares, and have nothing to show for it.
I'm a relative newbie, any chance I can get some assistance in what's going on?
As asked, the batch string for bgfminer: bfgminer.exe -G --http-port 8332 -o stratum+tcp://us-west.multipool.us:8888 -u (username).worker1 -p (password) And for Stratum (and yes, it's slush's stratum proxy): C:\mining_proxy.exe -o us-east.multipool.us -p 8888
I've tried 3 computers, also, 1 wifi, 2 hardwired. The following is an OCR of the screen in the proxy when I get the errors:
-- --- File "twisted\internet\defer.pyo", line 134, in maybeDeferred File "mining_libs\worker_registry.pyo", line 37, in authorize File "stratum\socket_transport_pyo", line 93, in rpc
stratum.custom_exceptions.TransportException: Not connected unhandled error in Deferred: unhandled Error traceback (most recent call last):
File "twisted\web\server.pyo", line 156, in process File "twisted\web\seryer.pyo", line 191, in render File "twisted\web\resource.pyo", line 216, in render File "mining_libs\getwork_listener.pyo", line 163, in render_POST
-- --- File "twisted\internet\defer.pyo", line 134, in maybetleferred File "mining_libs\worker_registry_pyo", line 37, in authorize File "stratum\socket_transport.pyo", line 93, in rpc .
stratum.custom_exceptions.TransportException: Not connected
unhandled error in Deferred: unhandled Error traceback (most recent call last>: File "twisted\web\seryer.pyo", line 156, in process File "twisted\web\seryer.pyo", line 191, in render File "twisted\web\resource.pyo", line 216, in render File "mining_libs\getwork_listener.pyo", line 163, in render_POST
-- --- File "twisted\internet\defer.pyo", line 134, in maybeDeferred File "mining_libs\worker_registry_pyo", line 37, in authorize File "stratum\socket_transport.pyo", line 93, in rpc . stratum.custom_exceptions.TransportException: Not connected unhandled error in Deferred: unhandled Error raceback (most recent call last>: File "twisted\web\server.pyo", line 156, in process File "twisted\web\seryer_pyo", line 191, in render File "twisted\web\resource_pyo", line 216, in render File "mining_libs\getwork_listener.pyo", line 163, in render_POST
-- --- File "twisted\internet\defer.pyo", line 134, in maybeDeferred File "mining_libs\worker_registry_pyo", line 37, in authorize File "stratum\socket_transport.pyo", line 93, in rpc . stratum_custom_exceptions.TransportException: Not connected
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I’m a commentator for a tournament of nightmares. I’m not sure the participants are willing.

You’d think being a psychiatric ward for 38 months would be enough to deter a guy from ever going back to a sport that involves watching human beings at the height of their physical prowess beat the living shit out of each other. Sometimes regulated, sometimes not.
But, here I am, fresh outta the loony bin and reading the most unusual advertising slogan I’d ever laid eyes on;
“The most terrifying tournament has come around once again! Conquer your fears in the NFC*…* literally.”
This was the business card that accompanied my black envelope as it was handed to me on the discharge ward by a well dressed and gangly fella with an uncomfortable wide smile. He didn’t say much of anything, just that his name was “Watson” before bowing and holding up the envelope.
“Heh, like the butler, right?” I said, taking the envelope from his plasticine hands. His smile ripples across his face and he nods slowly, his perfect hair unmoving in the strong wind before he turns on his heel and walks back to the black sedan.
The cold air chilled my bones, and I pulled the medical bracelet from my wrist, grimacing at the marks underneath before following Watson to the Sedan and hauling my luggage into the trunk before setting off, not knowing how I came to even be there in the first place.
I guess right now, that doesn’t really matter.
What matters is where I am now and what I’m doing.
"blood strewn across the canvas, frayed brain matter sailing across my head and splattering against the wall, a woman standing in a pool of blood as the deformed creature twitches on the ground"
My name is Sal “Motormouth” Sabotta, I’m a sports commentator by trade. Be it combat sports, pro wrestling, death-matches or martial arts tournament, I’ve done it all.
I won’t lie; Work can be hard to come by. I’ve spent months struggling for rent and resorting to less tried-and-true commentary methods in order to survive. That has, at times, involved trying my hand at some of the more underground competitions; unregulated fights, sick, illegal games bet on by people on the dark web and worse… Things I’m not going to detail here. Things I’m not proud to have taken a hefty pay-check for from greasy, sweaty fucks in Armani tracksuits and stinking of cheap booze and coke all the way up to well-dressed bitcoin farmers in their 20s who probably own child slaves.
In short, I’m no stranger to the grim underworld or the secrecies with which they conduct their work. I see money and an easy way to make it with my voice; I don’t ask questions.
So when I received an email the day of my discharge from the hospital and I’m told “you’ll receive a letter from Mr. Watson, take it and follow the instructions to the venue. Pay up front as agreed.”, I don’t question it. Especially when the note is personalised, and the doctor says my medical fees were covered.
We drove past numerous landscapes, vistas and neighbourhoods before veering off into an industrial estate and entering an underground tunnel. Half a mile in, Watson stops the car and peers back, smiling.
He directs a thumb to the service door in the side tunnel and rubs his neck, a scar running from ear to ear. Was he a former fighter? Gangster?
I sighed and got out, still in my medical gown and hauling ass to the door. It opened before I could reach out and a tall, muscular woman in her late 30s greeted me with a smile. She was imposing, powerful in her gait, a black eyepatch with several seals adorning the sides accompanying a thick scar down her face did nothing to stop her beauty. She wore a tank top with a black cloak with white fur on the tops and sleeves, a thick black chain clasp around the neck. I won’t lie; she looked badass. Terrifying, but badass.
“‘Bout time ya showed up, Sabotta!” She grinned and put a cinderblock of a hand on my shoulder. I’m 5’10 and 180lbs, but she made me feel like a child in front of her. The power emanating from her fist was unbelievable. “C’mon, the trial match is starting and I don’t want no tourney without a broken in commentator! You gotta know the ropes of this place!”
“You know your driver was standing right outside when I was discharged, right? Couldn’t think to give me an extra day or two to freshen up?” I frowned. This wasn’t normal protocol, even for back-alley promotions like this. She just laughed at me and slapped my shoulder.
“The tournament waits for nobody, Sal. Times a-wasting.”
The hallway is dimly lit and the sounds of a ruckus above us are as impossible to ignore as the sounds of thudding, screaming and snapping. As we pass several doors with one-way mirrors on the front panes, I hear sounds I could have never placed in the animal kingdom or otherwise; gurgles, clicks, grunts and even otherworldly whispers.
“What the fuck is that? You guys doing animal fights down here? I mean I called a monkey fight once, but it’s not exactly… pleasant.” I shuddered, thinking of the violence chimpanzees can inflict on one another, let alone humans. She never stopped walking or staring directly ahead when she responded.“Those ain’t animals. Not by a long shot.”
Before I can probe further, I’m hurried into a changing room and practically swept off my feet by her strength. I turn back and she’s already poking her head out the door.
“You’ve got 5 minutes, get your shit and head up the left stairs, Watson will guide you.” She grinned, and I saw gold filings in her teeth that glinted as much as her bedazzled eye patch. “Ya came highly recommended… I expect good things!”
I do as instructed and within 5 minutes I’m back in my commentary clothes; an open buttoned Hawaiian shirt with my old Hotel Inertia shirt underneath, skinny black jeans and shimmering black shoes. I found some old slick gorilla powder in my hair and dusted it up, opting for the dishevelled look as I knew I’d be sweating by the end of the ordeal.
“You shouldn’t bother putting in so much effort, y’know. They’re not gonna care how good you look, only how well you talk.”
Standing in the doorway was a woman in her 40s, dark-skinned and hair clad in meticulous dreadlocks, tied back into a large bun with a pair draped down the sides of her head. She held a thick book in one hand and pocketed a serrated blade in the other before motioning to me.
“We’ll have to do the pleasantries on the way, the match is starting and you don’t wanna miss that. The commissioner isn’t the type you want to upset. Especially when you’re not here by choice.” I looked for a moment, dumbfounded.
“I’m here because I was invited, already got my pay from the woman who let me in.” I shrugged, pocketing the envelope and getting my equipment from the suitcase. The woman gave a sad smile and shook her head.
“Of course you’d think that. She likes it that way. Bet she didn’t introduce herself either, did she? C’mon.”
I follow her down and after a few minutes we come to a fork in the hallway, an elevator system to our right and a stairway to the left. Dutifully, Watson stood patiently, still grinning and motioning us to go up.
Once we’re situated in our booth upstairs, I set my equipment up and look down at the table, expecting a slew of papers and fighter information in front of me. I look to the woman to ask, but she doesn’t break her stare in the darkness, looking down at the arena floor some 100ft below us.“You won’t need that. Not for this match.”
The lights flicker on and the enormity of this venue reveals itself to me. It’s a structure of imposing steel, dried blood, claw marks and other unknown substances that littered the 40ft wide circular pit the fighters contested in, a black lift on either side from the fighters corners that I can only assume ascended up from their locker room area. Around them were chain-link fences that rose up to the audience stands above, situating around 300 people across all four sides. At the very top sat our booth, the commissioner’s office directly opposite, the judges booth to our right and the fight analysts/medical area to our left. Standing in the centre with a spotlight over them was the commissioner, microphone in hand and an energy that was almost palpable.
“Ladies, Gentlemen and Freaks of all kinds out there in the universe. I welcome you once more to the annual Nightmare Fighting Championship Tournament! It’s been a long year, but we have new blood to pit against our resident night terrors and some fresh fears to feast on the fortuitous soul that frolics into their den. As always, our contestants will be fighting for their freedom, a chance to get their wish or to fight for the ultimate prize.” The crowd cheers and the majority are hidden behind thick plexiglass and lighting, but I can see some have Karate Gi’s, weapons in hand and others with demon masks as they whoop and holler. The clientele here were, at least in my estimation, experienced. But I was feeling a lump in my throat at that one phrase The Commissioner so surreptitiously added in without issue;
“As always, our contestants will be fighting for their freedom*”*
I leaned to the woman next to me and as if she knew what I was going to ask; she put a finger up and shook her head. Eyes awash with fear and a grimness I had only seen on that of trainers who knew their fighter was not ready for the bout ahead. She pointed the finger down to my machine, then to the pit. Turning it on, I looked down as the commissioner began to talk, readying myself to commentate on whatever weirdos came up to battle.
“But before we get to that, we have an exciting exhibition match for our loyal supporters who bankroll this event every year. Without you elite few, we could not do this. You are the pound for pound goats of support! Now, without further ado; let’s get this show on the road!”The rest of the lights clicked on and spun around the venue as they raised the profile of the bout, the elevators both whirring into action as the right one arose first.
“In this corner, from the marionettes shop and accompanied by his Bunraku doll “Mr. Stares”, it’s the man who pulls the strings… THE PUPPET MAN!”
Out steps a tall, thin Japanese man in full clown makeup. His head shaven save for two ridiculous strands of hair stretched out and fluffed up to their limits, like red antennae. His eyebrows large m’s that practically cover his forehead, the nose a completely vacant slot with a black hole drawn in and the mouth… the fucking mouth was nailed shut. Literally. Sharp rusted nails had been hammered down through the lips with such force that they’d bent. A sickening crimson red face-paint stretched across the entire bottom half of his face, making it seem far larger by comparison. He carefully held a small bundle underneath a sheet and bowed deeply to the audience before standing at his designated spot.
“In the other corner, from the streets of god knows where and the womb of someone who misses him… "Hulked Up" Michael O’Donnell!”
I watched with wide eyes and a stomach threatening to evacuate its contents at any moment as the smoke cleared and a boy no older than 17 rushed out, beating his chest and screaming to the crowd as if he was the Incredible Hulk. I don’t know if they drugged the poor kid, but he clearly had no idea where he was.
“There are no rules, no referees and judges only exist in case of a draw or unclear victory. Our commentary team will take over and we wish you a phenomenal match.” She drools a little before she speaks again, looking up at me and winking. “Let’s make this a violent one.”
She snaps her fingers and leaps for the fence, climbing up with ungodly ease before sitting on her makeshift chair in her office.
I have no idea what I’m seeing but every cell in my body is urging me to run; I feel my knees tense and my frame rise ever so slightly before the woman next to me puts her hand on my thigh, pushing me down with great force.
“You have a job to do, so do I. Trust me, you think you can leave but if you get out of this chair, not only will YOUR life end. Mine will too.” She unsheathes the serrated blade and looks at me with pity. “We both have a part to play here, so put the headset on and let’s do our job, no matter how hard it is.”
Hands shaking, I pick up the headset and connect it to the portable recorder and take a breath.
“I… I need your name. What is it you do?” I stutter, trying to calm myself. She hands me a bottle of water as the surrounding lights dim and the spotlight focuses on the spectacle below.
“I’m Madame Nelle Lockwood, cryptid hunter and your co-host to guide you through tonight. Good to meet you, Sal.”
-
NFC EXHIBITION MATCH: "Hulked Up" Michael O’Donnell vs The Puppet Man w/ Mr. Stares
“Welcome fight fans from around the world, god knows how you’re listening to this or WHY, but here we are. I’m your host Sal “MotorMouth” Sabotta, wishing this was all a bad dream. Joining me this evening is our cryptid specialist and all round badass Madame Nelle Lockwood. How are you doing, Nelle?”
She looks at me with a bewildered look on her face before blinking and coming to her senses.
“Uhh… good! All things considered… boy, you really have a professional knack for this, huh? I can see why Commissioner Alduin brought you in."
“Ahh, yes. That’s right, folks! NFC Commissioner Alduin invited me here personally and our exhibition match proves to be… challenging. Let’s check in on the action below.”
I look down and see The Puppet Man sat down and gesturing to the figure under the sheet, like he’s got a negotiation going on. The boy, undeterred and furious, rushes towards him and takes his back, slapping his head and even pulling on his hair with extreme prejudice.
“Well take a gander at that, that kid has absolutely NO fear. When I was his age, I would have stayed FAR the fuck away from a nightmare spectre like that. But hell, this is all part of the show, right? Hope they’re paying that poor guy down there a sizeable sum to throw a fight to a child. What do you think, Nelle; is this the weirdest make-a-wish fulfilment task or what?”
I look over to her, hoping she’d indulge me and that I could believe this was just going to end with a pissed off actor storming away when the child hit him too hard. But Nelle was scanning her now open book and looking for information on dolls.
“He’s talking to his doll because it’s desperate to be let loose. He’s trying to bargain with it to spare him. This is the nature of the puppeteer and his master.” She pushes the book to the centre of the table and shows me a faded illustration of a pristine Bunraku doll; a kind of meticulously crafted Japanese take on the ventriloquist doll. The limbs are thinner and the face is more minimalist, but still no more frightening. “They usually have a symbiotic relationship, but it seems this one obeys the doll and will not want to face more punishment.”
“What do you mean more punishment?” I ask, looking back down at the feverish puppet man as he tries signing frantically under the sheet, even putting his head under as the kid bites his arm and kicks him, screeching.
“The nails, Sal. Those aren’t to silence him, they’re to punish him.”
The rest happened in slow motion; the sheet fell down. The puppet man stood up and walked to his side of the fighters corner, facing the elevator and placing his face into his forearms as he shook. The boy followed to keep attacking, but with one swift kick to the midsection, the boy was propelled back to the centre of the pit where the doll sat.
If there was a human face, I didn’t see it. Instead, I was staring down at a small wood carved spider, the head sporting black geisha hair and the makeup still present, but rows of sharpened black teeth protruded from the clicking mouth and two larger eyes jutted out from the base of the skull, smaller ones dotted closely around it. It was like seeing a puppet ogre spider.
“Looks like The Puppet Man has let Mr. Stares out to say hi and I can certainly see why he was under that sheet, this one isn’t pretty folks! The face doth fit the name. The question is, what’s he doing to do ne-
“I didn’t need to finish the question. My hands shook, and the world spun around me as this creature crawled towards the still wheezing boy with ungodly speed and perched itself expertly beside him. I don’t know if it was my eyes or the distance from where I sat, but this was NOT a small puppet. He was easily half of the boy’s height and that became more unnerving when he reared up on his back legs, the head clicking up and the raspy voice hissing out like a gas leak in a building.
“Hey, hey, kid! Wanna make a deal?” The kid rubbed his eyes, seemingly realising where he was as he calmed down and an air of utter confusion around him.
“If you let me be your new master and you promise to take care of me, I’ll let you go!” His head spun around and the jaw clicked ferociously as he giggled, extending out a clawed paw. “Whaddya say?”
The boy, still confused, slowly reached out his hand and the moment immediately reminded me of a slew of nature shows I’d seen as a kid; where a predator waits until the prey is lulled before striking. I felt the chill up my spine as he extended his hand and grabbed Mr. Stares.
In that moment, he leapt up the arm and bore his way into the boy’s mouth, down his throat and shredded his flesh. The sound was so horrifying, so visceral that it outshines any backyard stabbing, joint snap or broken nose. The boy didn’t even have time to scream, he simply looked up with tear-stained eyes as the puppet disappeared.
Then he started walking without him realising. He looked down at his limbs, terrified, looked over at The Puppet Master, who still had his head to the elevator and pleaded with someone, anyone to help him. I looked to Nelle who refused to take her eyes away, studying the battle in an almost morbid scientific curiosity, detached entirely from the scenario.
I couldn’t fathom how she did it, how she ignored this boy begging us to get him out of there.
I wanted to. Every instinct in me as a fight fan and a decent human was to scream “STOP THE FIGHT!”.
But clearly, when my own life is at risk and money is involved...
I am not a decent human.
Instead, with bile in my throat and a sweating forehead, I did my job.
“M-My goodness! The P-uppet, I mean, “Mr. Stares” has BECAME the puppet master, surely the fight will be over with our young competitor incapacitated? What does our commissioner have to say about this?”
She stared at me, her one eye gleaming and her face elated with the violence.
“It ain’t over yet, church boy. We haven’t even seen the finale, have we Puppet Master?!” She laughs and slaps her knee, the puppet master sobbing as he sinks to the floor and she continues.
“He ain’t done feeding, not yet.”
The way she said that word “feeding” nearly made me lose what food I had in me. That was a young man, somebody's baby boy…
“What does she mean by that, Nelle? What is the strategy to victory here?”
Nelle looked down at her book and traced her finger across a passage before wiping her forehead and pushing the locks aside. If her composure wasn’t breaking yet, it would do soon.
“This kind of parasitic doll feasts on its prey and targets non-essential organs first, controls the host with the neurotoxin in its tail and then, when it’s finally content, it gives the brain a second injection.”
“What happens then?” I asked, my own professionalism hanging on by a fucking thread at this point. She shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose.“I guess you’ll see in a moment, I sure as hell don’t want to. Not again.”
Before I can prompt her further, the boy lets out an ear-piercing shriek and falls to his knees, gripping at his head before it turned red, then purple and finally an ugly shade of puce before…
The sound of a watermelon hitting the ground from a great height is the best comparison you’re going to get without making me want to rush to the toilet to puke for a third time. But that’s what happened. His head burst and chunks of his skull, flesh and brain matter sprayed the pit and the walls, some hitting my desk and making me audibly shriek, much to the commissioner's delight.
“HA! You didn’t run! I like you, Sal. You pass for the tournament!” She hauls her body up and slams down to the pit, applauding as the microphone descends from the heavens. “And your winner; The Puppet Man and Mr. Stares!”
The crowd erupts with applause as the weeping puppet man pulls the blood-soaked puppet out, places him under the sheet and silently begins to walk back to the elevator while attendees clear up the boy’s corpse.
“What… what the fuck IS this place?” I ask Nelle, pausing my recording.
“This is where nightmares are kept and set upon mostly unwilling competitors for the world’s amusement. You HAVE done dark web fights before, right? Mafia snitches being put into lions pits, bum fights, addicts fighting women to score… this can’t be THAT unusual to you?”
I stared at her incredulously. Was that even a question?
“I did the dark web ONCE and it damn sure didn’t involve monsters!”
She scoffs and closes her book, stretching before looking at me with contempt.
“Oh, it did. Just not the ones you hear about in fairytales. Good luck with the selection process. I’ll be back for the opening round. Don’t try to run, they’ll devour us both in minutes, if you think this is the pinnacle of what lurks beneath this club, you're in for a rough night.” She sauntered off, leaving me deflated, sickened and terrified. Unable to leave and frustrated to the point of tears that I couldn’t express that concoction of emotions, I did what I always do; I regressed and pressed “record” on the device as Commissioner Alduin continued.
At that moment, however, I was deaf to it all. The gravity of the situation had fully enveloped me…
They weren’t kidding about the unwilling participants, I just didn’t realise I would be one of them.On every side of me sits men and women with a desire for violence that goes beyond the norm, beyond the sane and beyond the boundaries of humanity.Below me are an untold number of creatures rattling their cages and howling for blood.
Across from me is a woman so powerful she could crush my skull beneath her boot with the utmost ease if it so amused her.
That invitation was nothing more than my own ransom note in pretty colours and flattering platitudes.
I was in a tournament housing nightmares incarnate.
And it would only get more violent from here on out.
-
The opening round was a blood bath.
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Jon-Chan and the Summit of Mount Dewnali: The Two Betrayals

As dawn broke, the Neckbeardians woke
In the arid Chadlands were they had rest, to see crags and hills that they must crest
To face the chads, normies and stacys too, their enemies numerous whilst they are a few
All these threats to find their MOM, for her tendies were the bomb
The expedition has grown worn under the scorching sky, their angst at an all time high

"Hey Joey could you walk a lil faster?" asked Hunter "The crags don't offer much room to get around you."
"Sorry bud, I just gotta jot a few things down real quick."
The neckbeardians were travelling single file through the jagged crags of Mount Deadlift, safe away from its steep mountainside. Still, the jagged rocks offered very little room to maneuver, some of the neckbeardians had their rucksack caught on jutting stone or sparse, tough vegetation that managed to survive and grow within the crags.
"Bro, c'mon you can write your lame ass poems later your holding up the line" complained a visibly pissed off Hunter.
Joey turned his back towards Hunter, only to find several of the Beards exhausted and barely holding formation "I'ma say X to doubt bud, besides whats your hurry anyway?"
"I ain't in no hurry fuck you!"
"Right back at you bud" Joey replied without looking back.
"You realize I'm a minor right?"
"Oh! Do you mine coal or Bitcoin?"
"Quit playin asshat!" Hunter then proceeds to adjust his step, so that he can stomp on the back of Joeys boots with every step.
After several blows to his heel, Joey performed a 180 faster than an Nice GuysTM attitude after getting rejected. "Alright listen you little shit-"
"Is there a problem gentlemen?"
Hunter look up past Joey, who also frantically turned around to discover Incelliot Rodger looming over them. "Your outrageous barking and whining could alert our presence to the enemy. I would prefer you fools to be quiet, rather than to attract Chad and his whorish hordes."
Incelliot looks towards the piece of parchment and pen that are in Joeys hands.
"Is this really worth the fuss?"
"Well, maybe not the trouble, but I sure wouldn't say its worthless." Joey replied "A poem can be a wonderful short retelling of our deeds and how we felt, wouldn't you agree?"
Incelliot didn't say a word. Instead he grabbed the parchment and proceeded to tear it into several pieces, discarding it into the dirt. "Now you have nothing, thus you have nothing to cry about". Incelliot turned around to follow the path. "Also, poems are for betas..."
Joey was particularly disheartened, his long nose became a pathway for a single tear as the worlds tiniest violin played. A sympathetic Hunter then patted his annalist friend on the back "Wow, what a dickhead".

Jon-Chan and forward element of neckbeards were perched and laying prone on the edge of a cliffside, scouting the valley below. Several, treacherous mountain ranges walled off the arid, flatland at the belly of the valley. Through their binoculars the neckbeardians could see sparse vegetation and trees, which isn't enough cover from the scorching rays of the sun or the watchful Chadian eyes.
The scouts were bored out of their minds, as they saw nothing in the valley below. One neckbeardian with a greasy ginger neckscruff and an ahegao hoodie (We'll call him...pervbeard) was so bored that he decided to piss in an empty bottled of water and stored it in his hoodie. The bastard reeked of ammonia and hot cheese, the stench cause the other two scouts to recoil and vomit.
Jon-Chan, set down his binoculars to scratch his ass, finding satisfaction in his search and with the disappearance of the itch on his left ass cheek.
"Alright, the coast looks clear. Lets tell everyone that were heading down there".
"Uh Jon I'm not sure going down right now would be a smart idea...we could get spotted by a patrol". said Pervbeard.
"What are you pervbeard, is you a bitch or what? afraid of a few chads?" Jon-Chan decided now would be a good time to put Incelliots lessons to the test. He had to show he was a conqueror.
"N-no Jon-Chan I just don't think we should take any needless risk" Pervbeard stammered.
"If your so afraid of a little risk, then I suggest you tuck tail and go to the back of the marching order! Coward!". Jon-Chan gave Pervbeard an educational slap across the forehead. As pervbeard stood up and fled from the belligerent CWC-born, the two other scouts watched with worry. However, their gazes were averted as Jon-Chan turned towards them yelling at them to get back to their survey.
Jon-Chan felt as if he had more control, more options than he did before. Smacking that scout was refreshing, cathartic. He felt as if so much angst had just disappeared in the moment, when he bruised the neckbeardians head. However, after the slap he felt even more anxious that those others had noticed him. It did feel good to remind them who the CWC-born was. He looked forward to the next time he could put someone in their place.
Incelliot approached shortly after Pervbeard departed "Excellent Jonathon, you showed that cuck what a true gentleman is. For a true gentleman isn't to be questioned be his lessers."
"Yeah he was a cuck isn't he?" Jon-Chan replied skiddishly.
"I suppose we shall be going through the valley? Good, that way we won't have to traverse the crags or the mountain side, we could get to Dewtonia quicker this way as well."


After an hour of resting in the cramped crags and on the cliffs edge, the neckbeardians descended from the cliff side and into the valley below. Upon their arrival the expedition extended themselves immediately, eager to distance themselves from one another and their foul stenches.
Jonathon went to rest under a small tree that was barely taller than himself. Upon nearing the tree, he notice that near the top of the tree grow a rather cumbersome looking black fruit. He circled around the tree to find that odd and large onyx fruits were mare plastic than organic and had the label "Whey" stenciled into them.
"That must be a Whey Tree" said an awestruck Joey "The Chads would migrate for hundreds of miles just to mix and consume the smallest teaspoon of protein power in these things".
"Blegh, just a stupid tree. I bet it taste like ass."
Joey was a little puzzled, but then smirked saying "Are you talking about the tree itself or the"
Jon-Chan sighed at Joey pitiful jokes and was about to make a comment until he was interrupted by a certain gentleman.
"Alright Jonathon, enough time has been wasted. We must move on" demanded Incelliot.
"Wait just a darn tootin minute Rodgers!" Joey objected.
"Ah, the scroll boy who couldn't move faster than a tortoise, is now approaching me with the speed of a train. Finally you have some pep in your step." Incelliot crossed his arms, his face becoming more smug than Pepe.
"Shuddup you jackass! We shouldn't be moving in the open during the day! We're too exposed and we'll likely be dead before we reach Hentaiopolis!"
"Some of you may die, but that is a sacrifice that I-... I, you, and everyone else should take. After all, how will you feed the people of Basementia, your loved ones? Or will you let them perish because they lacked the necessary tendies to survive."
"Its likely that none of us will survive if we get ambushed by even one Chad!" Joey hissed, whilst slamming his left fist into his open right hand. "Jon-Chan we can't go do this, we should wait till dark when they can't see us. Please listen to me!"
"NO! NO! NO!" shouted the virgin with rage. "We stick to the plan, we can't just puss out whenever we FEEL scared. Quit being a cuck!".
"Jon-Chan don't be dumb" said Hunter "We really shouldn't take any risk to get to Dewtonia, we have plenty of time before-".
Jon-Chan slapped a Whey Protein fruit from the tree directly into Hunter. Upon impact the plastic fruit shattered and a thick cloud of chocolate protein powder covered the two neckbeardians.
"STOP TRIVIALIZING EVERYTHING I SAY YOU TROLL! STOP ATTACKING ME!"
The whole expedition had their attention towards the incident. It was uncertain as to whether Hunter was crying due to the intense exposure to the protein powder or due to Jons outburst. Jon could see everyone, Joey, Damien, Rebecca, Spearbeard, Thirstbeard, and the rest of his brothers in arms casted gazed of discontent at him.
"You know what Jonathon, the night we fought against those Karens was the night I began to think of you as someone truly special" admitted Joey "You were able let yourself become inviting, vulnerable, and to some extent you cared about your fellow man. But I see that it was a fluke. Your just like all the other people back in Basementia, you could care less about those around you. You just want your tendies, your waifus, and whatever else you can get out of this mission! Its especially evident, now that you are disregarding our safety to finish this as quickly as you can." Joey's face became redder and redder than a beet, with tears dripping down his face. "Fuck you Jon-Chan!".
Jonathon was irate at his loss of controlled. He thought to charge and pummel the Annalist for his disrespect. That was until Spearbeard toppled backwards and spazzed out like an upside-down cockroach on cocaine.
The neckbeards looked around and darted for cover in the sparse foliage. Jon-Chan, Joey, and Incelliot took cover behind a rock next to the incapacitated spearbeard, only to find a syringe with fin stabilizers embedded into spearbeards chest. "Holy shit, its a steroid syringe! Theres a Chad sniper out there!" shouted Thirstbeard.
Out from the crags behind the Neckbeardians came a series of war cries screaming "BRUUUUUUH!!!!!111111".
Several hundred marauding Chads and normies poured out of the crags and from the mountains. You can literally smell the axe body spray as they made their descent. One Chad was using a normie as a makeshift snowboard to descend down the mountain, the normie took selfies of himself as human sports equipment just to tag Chad in his Instagram post.
"Shit what are we gonna do Incelliot!" Jon-Chan asked, only to find Incelliot wasn't next to him, but running away in the opposite direction of the crags. "RUN!"
As the expedition ran, hundreds of steroid syringes and dodge balls rained down upon them from the mountain, striking several of the neckbeardians, killing them instantly.
"Remember" Joey started to say "Always move in a serpentine pattern!"
Some of the neckbeardians did move in a serpentine, only to stumble into one another and be left behind to be annihilated by the chads. "Oops, didn't mean for that to happen".
After a minute of running, the barrage stopped. Jon-Chan turned his head back towards the crags, only to discover several dozen Chads and normies gaining on them.
Pervbeard was the slowest of the herd. He was tackled by an alpha chad wearing a tap-out shirt and shades. Pervbeard managed to give the Chad a swift punch to the dick, yet Chads Magnum dong was as hard as titanium, which crushed pervbeards hand on impact.
In a last ditch effort, Pervbeard pulled out his piss jug from his ahegao shirt and performed Naruto Hand movements, despite his broken hand. The piss jug shook and seconds later erupted in a molten hot fragmentation of urine and plastic, consuming the chad and several approaching normies, ending the lives of all caught in the golden blast.
The Chads were rapidly gaining on the neckbeardians. Those who were lagging stood their ground to fight the Chads, slowing down their advance for their friends to escape. Yet, one by one neckbeardians were dropping like a simps bank account.
After several minutes of running through the valley, Jon-Chan and a cluster of neckbeardians reach the crags on the other side, taking cover within the natural fortification. Jon looked around to find Joey, Hunter, thirstbeard, and Incelliot in his presence. He found no sign of any of the others such as Damien or Rebecca in their midst. Perhaps they had fallen to the Chads.
"We gotta get outta here!" yelled a terrified thirstbeard.
"That horde is just going to hound our ass to wherever we mosey onto!" exclaimed Joey.
"No...not us" Incelliot said "Him"
Incelliot was pointing his fingers at Hunter, who was covered from head to toe in Whey protein powder. "They can track his scent; The Chads lust for protein"
"I can just wash it off!" stammered Hunter, who was already pouring some of his water on the protein powder. The Whey powder coagulated into a semi-solid matter, that stick to the arm and cloak of Hunter. Hunter desperately tried to lick it off, only to discover it foul taste. That Whey fruit was ripe.
"I-I-I can't get it off! Oh no!"
"Its okay bud, we'll try another way" Joey said, trying to calm his friends nerves.
"There's no time, we must leave the boy behind" Incelliot said, drawing his sword.
"WHAT IN TARNATION! Incelliot I know we don't see eye to eye, but that has to be the most cutthroat thing for even the likes of your self!" Joey then drew a blade as well, directing it towards the Supreme Gentleman. "We don't leave our own behind, what kind of world do you live in!?"
Thirstbeard then drew his Katana, raising it in the air, charging at Saint Rodgers with the speed of ten Lightning McQueens. As Thirstbeard neared his opponent, he let out a "TENNO HENTAI! BANZAI!" only to be silence and to be halved be Incelliots own blade.
Incelliot then slashed at Joeys legs, incapacitating the Annallist. Hunter drew a dagger and stabbed the Incel in the chest, right before being cut down by Incelliots sword.
"No- Hunter, Jon-Chan help!" beckoned a weak, bleeding Joey. However, Jon-Chan was frozen, uncertain of what he ought to do.
Incelliot walked in a determined, heavy stride towards Joey and pointed his weapon towards the poor neckbeards face "Welcome to my twisted world".
Joey's breathing seized after the sword was lodged right into his breast, ending the Annalist life. Incelliot then dug into the Annalist rucksack, removing a map to Dewtonia.
"You won't be needing this" Incelliot then turned to Jon-Chan, who was clutching his Sonichu Medallion, staring at the man who killed his friend. I do hope your intent was to not kill me with that. If so, prepare to be disappointed"
"You killed them; You killed my friends!"
"The very same friends who were just about to mutiny and leave your side" retorted the armored incel, chuckling maniacally "You were better off without them slowing you down" Incelliot steadily approached Jon-Chan, his eyes focused upon those of the CWC-born.
"Together we can find MOM, return to Basementia and wage a war against these monsters. Their 'sacrifices' will not be in vain, my friend. We restore neckbeardia and the Incels to their rightful place!"
"I-I can't, not like this Incelliot" Jon-Chan tried to back away, only to find his retreat to be shadowed by Incelliots advances.
"Well, if that is the case. Remember, that the foolish and indecisive will be left behind by history."
Jon-Chan ducked and rolled past Incelliot, grabbing thirstbeards Katana after landing on his feet. As Incelliot charged, Jon-Chan propelled himself towards his enemy like a coiled spring, using his masters training and techniques against him. Incelliots slowly retreated, reacting swiftly to Jon-Chans furious blows. The two were engaging in a fluid and furious dance of sweat, blood, and steel. The two duelist eventually made their way towards the edge of the crags, overlooking another valley in the Deadlift Mountain range.
Jon-Chan managed to land a blow on incelliots armor, causing the incel saint to stumble backwards like a giraffe that was totally plastered on whiskey mixers. This little blow encouraged a daring Jon-Chan to redirect his Katana for an overhead slash. After quick spin to gain the momentum necessary, his final turn ended in agony, his body trembling from an intense pain. He looked down to his abdomen to find a sword lodged six inches deep into his flesh; Blood was trickling out of the wounds like a broken dam. He was tricked, bamboozled, and now he was defeated.
"So long old friend" Incelliot gave his farewell and proceeded to lift his left leg. As he launched his foot into Jon-Chan, the CWC-born grabbed Incelliots leg and swung him over the edge, but not without Incelliot having established a gorilla grip on Jon-Chans Sonichu medallion; His strength yanked the medallion out of Jons neck, yet the force was significant enough to pull Jon-Chan with him. The two then proceeded to plummet to the earth below.

The battered, bloody Jonathon Easton Chandler managed to crawl to a small crevice after his long fall. He could hardly see out of either of his eye, as they too were drenched in a sea of red. He could only crawl like a blind, limp mole to what seemed to be safety. Unfortunately, his resting place was found to be uncomfortable, as he had nary the strength or the help of his friends to prop him up. This left the wounded warrior laying on the ground, struggling to breath, focusing half of his concentration on manual breathing.
He wondered if he had acted quickly, his friends would not have been cut down. He knew that he could have done something, he was to pick sides. Jon-Chans breathing became more faint as time went on. He had continue his struggle to breath for what seemed to be an hour. Time was not easily determined when your sight and much of your feeling and bones were disabled.
There was no going home, there would be no tendies or friends and loved one to welcome him or even now to give him a proper farewell. At least he would die knowing he took out one evil in the world. His vision faded, his sense of touch grew numb, then there was silence.

"Yo come on bro! Gave me the fucking Pads dude!"
"Yo sorry man, Defibs right here"
"Clear this shitz ma guy"
Jon-Chan re-emerged from his silence, with his body full of electric life. "Holy shit, I'm alive" he thought.
His vision returned to normal and for the first time since his 'demise', Jon-Chan was witness to a fearsome sight revealed in the bright lights from above. Looming over the bench press table converted operating table was a 6'1" demi-god with blonde hair shaped like an anvil. The muscles on this remarkable specimen bulged and pulsated with every inhale. And speaking of bulge, it was very noticeable. The beings wore green sweat pants and a red A-shirt, with the word "OUCH! " drawn with chalk. But probably the most fearsome thing was its eyes, a deep blue sea of infinity and uncertain was forcing its way into Jon-Chans soul.
"Hey man, you gonna be okay, just fucking breath my guy. Its been a hot minute." said, or rather shouted the demi-god. "I need you in tip-top shape bro, I still gotta take you to yo MOM."
Jon-Chan was astonished. There was a Chad right in front of him and he hadn't even killed him. "Holy shit!" mouthed Jon-Chan, who was unable to even get the words out.
"BRO, BRO! RELAX! You two are in good hands now man" said the Chad. "I ain't gonna hurt you, now whats your name man"
"Ma name is a-uh-Jon" Jon-Chan was confused by "You two" he looked to the operating table to his right anticipating Incelliot to rest on the table, but was relieved to find Hunter, breathing and alive. He was glad to find one of his friends to have survived.
"Jon?" The Chadritch Horror repeated his answer "Figured you'd have a dorkier name like Ezekiel or Damien, but Jon's cool". There was an awkward silence that hung in the air; Well, it was awkward for Jon-Chan, but the Chad didn't seem unnerved by the quiet at all, almost like it had a lot on its mind in that particular moment.
"Okay bro, We probably shouldn't be doing this but I made a promise to MOM if any of you guys were to return, to take you to her ASAP!" As he said that, a young man wearing wiry frame glasses and a brown and tan rugby shirt, quite similar to Jon-Chans red and blue Classic approached from the darkness behind Hunters table. The young man had an innocent smile and an old-fashioned classical guitar in hand.
"Who-who are you?" asked the CWC-Born.
"The names Chad ThunderCock and this is my bard and faithful friend, Isiah Brandon Anderson. Were here to take you to MOM. You are coming home bro."

Alright you guys, This is the second to last installment of Jon-Chan and the Summit of Mount Dewnali. I will post the final chapter tomorrow, the day before I leave for work. I've been having a lot of fun writing this for you guys and I hope you enjoyed this. Stay alert for the next post and peace out, i'mma get sloshed tonight on whiskey mixers and Smirnoff with the boyz.
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LSD Saved My Marriage

I wrote this a few years ago and sent it to deepdotweb.com anonymously. Since then I've become more vocal about the positive effects of LSD, and thought I'd share my story here, not on my throw-away account :) I hope it can give someone a smile and a positive look on how using LSD can build back bridges once thought completely destroyed.
I grew up Mormon. That meant no alcohol, no girls, and certainly no drugs. I was taught that the caffeine in a single cup of coffee was all that was needed to land you on a slippery slope that would eventually end with you in a gutter, needle dangling from your arm, and I had zero desire to dabble with that fate.
And then life happened.
I graduated high school and moved out of my parents house seeing the world for the first time without religious filters over my eyes. I went to college. I traveled. I met people. At the ripe old age of 21, impregnated a female and was shortly after married. At 25 I was married with two kids and working in the Information Technology field. Although I was no longer religious I still held onto many of the morals and direction that were set for me as a child. My wife and I didn’t drink. We didn’t smoke. We didn’t do drugs. Our lives were living paycheck to paycheck supporting two kids with medical issues. My wife and I worked opposite shifts and rarely saw each other. There was cheating, pain, separation, and the 7 years that followed were the hardest of our lives. However the gears needed turned and the bills needed paid. We felt however that divorce would only compound our stress and put each of us in a situation less desireable than the one we were currently in.
A twist of luck changed our lives as we entered our 30’s and I landed a high paying technical job. This allowed my wife to stay home and focus all her attention on our two children and our home. Although money did solve a lot of problems, it didn’t make us love each other any more than before and the valleys we created between each other during our struggling younger years were so vast it seemed unimaginable we would ever be closer than acquaintances living together.
And then life changed.
I remember waking up one morning and feeling different. I looked over at my wife sleeping and thought, “Who is this person I’m spending the rest of my life with?”. She raised my kids. I’ve been living with her nearly as long as I had lived with my parents and I barely knew her. I sat there a full hour thinking about what I wanted from life. What I wanted from her. What she expected from me. I also had a feeling of anxiety. I felt I hadn’t seen enough of life. What if I died tomorrow and never really got to sink my teeth into this world? I don’t even have a bucket list! I slung myself out of bed and headed to the PC. My first reddit search that morning was “bucket list”. What did other have on theirs? What do they recommend? As I read through pages and pages of responses I started to see trends. Items that would repeat every few comments or posts. And to my amazement comments like, “LSD. Please do this before you die. TRUST ME.” kept surfacing. The first few I wrote off as a joke. Trolls, obviously… But pages and pages went by. More and more references to “Lucy”, “LSD”, “Acid”. How it can be a life changing experience if done in the right situation and with the right mentality. I needed a change. I needed to see the world, perhaps even myself, from a new perspective. I skipped lunch and by 2pm I had started my official bucket list. Some items included;
Scuba diving
Learn to fly an airplane
Prostitute in Thailand
Buy a motorcycle
Stand on the beaches of Normandy, France
And at the top of the list, “Experience LSD”. I left 10 spots empty knowing that I’d have more to add to my list after a good night’s sleep.
The next morning I woke up early and started to look at scuba diving equipment determined to start checking items off my list. “Goddamn everything is sure expensive…” I thought, and decided I’d start with a cheaper item on my bucket list first. Short of driving around downtown and asking sketchy individuals where I can obtain drugs, I had no clue how to go about this. Five eye-bleeding hours later I had the basics of crypto currency, the dark net, secure Operating Systems, private / public keys, mulit-sig markets, and bitcoin scrubbing down. By that evening I had my first order placed for 10 tabs of LSD and when I told my wife just before bed, she was 100% convinced I had hit my mid-life crisis.
A week later I had my LSD in hand and the wife convinced this was somehow a good idea to try together. My parents took the kids for the weekend and at 9am on beautiful spring morning my wife and I, completely unprepared, each put a 200 micro hit of LSD onto our tongues while sitting underneath a blossoming cherry tree. We joked around about how we didn’t taste anything and probably got ripped off. We wrapped ourselves in a couple of big blankets and talked about our history together. 30 minutes later we were laughing so hard our cheeks ached. I couldn’t get two words out of my mouth before hysterical laughing would erupt from my throat, which was so funny to my wife she was nearly doubled over in tears. Everything was so funny! For nearly an hour we probably only choked out 10 words in the midst of our laughing together. In the back of my mind I remember thinking, “This is the first time we have laughed like this in 13 years”.
After what seemed like an eternity we got ourselves together and our laughs turned into giggles and eventually only smiles as we sat in silence for a time. And then I took my first breath. I filled my lungs with the smells of spring and it smelled as if my whole life I’d lived with sinus congestion up until this point. In the space of 3 full breaths of air, I could sense my eyes swelling with tears and immediately forced them back thinking how silly it would be to start crying in front of my wife whom to that point had never seen me cry. But I could taste life. I could taste the dirt in the air and the pollen in the blossoms. I looked down at my feet and watched my toes wiggle in the green grass. Each blade felt alive. I felt guilty for squishing the ones directly below my feet and lifted my feet up to rest on the bench in front of us. I raised my eyes and focused on the trunk of our cherry tree and we breathed together. When my lungs filled with air, the trunk expanded and exhaled with me. Jaw dropped I turned to ask my wife if she was seeing this, and all she could say was “wow…”.
Tears were sliding down her face and she was looking up into the pink and white blossoms above our head. I tilted my head up with her and stared up at the branches. Bees bounced from flower to flower, birds landed on our feeders and plucked out seeds while we watched. Not able to hold back the tears I let them flow and didn’t care. The branches and flowers of the tree spun and crashed like waves of color around me.They tumbled and danced and exploded in vibrant colors all around us. I could hear crystal clear. My vision looked like some high dynamic range photoshop filter was enabled and magnified. I held up my hand and looked into my palm and it looked like it was pulsing with power, in and out with the trees, the grass. As the hours passed my guard came down. The crying didn’t bother me. I felt stripped of superficial fears. I finally turned my chair towards my wife and she turned hers to me and we sat a foot apart staring at each other with emotion. I saw her age in front of me. I felt I was seeing the fabric of our lives spun together in real time like threads of cloth.
I felt sorry for her, having to live her life with someone as selfish as I was. Her struggle over the years was just as real as mine but I never gave that a thought. Selfishness. I peered into her core, and she mine. When the waves of emotion calmed we spoke with each other. Not like in the past. She told me of her fears and passions and I listened on pins and needles. We broke down for each other and each took pieces of our walls down. When it was finally over and our minds were clear again that feeling stayed with us. The next morning we both felt amazing. We talked for hours about our lives and how much we have been denying each other happiness. What an amazing family we can have if we just work a bit at it. Everything seemed so much clearer and even months after that first trip we still felt as if we were excited for life again.
5 years have passed. We are nearing our 40’s and our kids will be in highschool soon. I’ve checked off all but one of my bucket list items above (I won’t tell you which ones…) and have added new ones, most of which my wife and I will complete together. And once a year on that same day in Spring we sit under our tree and get to know each other all over again.
EDIT: Thank you mvanvoorden for gilding me! My first time in 8 years! emotional pouring out!
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There is no such thing as real magic

I'm an amateur magician. I've performed at children's parties and done some touring. I wouldn't class myself as an expert, but I am in the magic circle. I love to see professional magicians perform, there is nothing better than when you see a trick and you have no idea how it was done.
I read a forum post a month ago that had a link to a YouTube video, 10 times magic went wrong. I checked it out, and as you can imagine, the contents were quite horrific. Two of the clips were of the Nail Under the Cups trick. If you are from England, you may have seen Derren Brown performing this. It's a good one, if the magician is qualified. If they aren't, then you end up being at positions seven and three of this video.
A magician mixes up some cups, under one is a piece of wood with a nail pointed up. The others are weighted, so they all feel the same. The magician puts on a blindfold and gets their volunteer to guide them over the top of the cups. The magician then pushes the volunteer's hand down, crushing the cup. It's usually when there are two left that this trick goes wrong. And when it does it's very bloody.
The clip in question though, is of a man sawing a woman in half. We've all seen this. But in this grainy footage, the woman screams, the box is brought apart, blood drips from the opening and the legs of the woman slip out. The bloody bottom half slams on the floor with a thunk, the legs spasm, then stop. The curtains are hastily brought across and the show ends.
There are comments after the video, people calling bullshit, until someone posted the full trick in question. At the end of this video, the woman can be seen on stage, whole again, nothing wrong with her at all.
People argue with each other that the woman must have been in the upper box and the lower box contained some prosthetics. The thread ends with someone saying that they swear it's real, they've seen it in person.
I commented saying, "I'm skeptical, magic is illusion, no one gets sawn in half; incredible footage though."
The next day, I get a direct message from someone with the handle Tricked4Life.
Hey Baz1987, the man from that video is performing next month. He's called The Russian, it's invite only. I can arrange tickets if you like?
I replied, Totally, I'd be up for that, please!
While waiting to hear back, I went to watch the video again. The link didn't work, a message came up saying it had been taken down due to copyright infringement. I tried the top 10 one too, that was also gone, just a 404 page.
It was a Saturday, so I was already on the whiskey and watching Netflix. I think I was binge watching Breaking Bad for the third or forth time.
Tricked4Life replied with a link. I browsed to the site. It looked like something from 1997. There was a still from the video and a form below. Slightly drunk, I filled out the details and continued to the payment form. I had to pay in BitCoin, what the fuck was that?
I messaged Tricked4Life, "I don't know what BitCoin is."
"PayPal me the money and I can buy it for you."
"How do I know this isn't a scam?"
"You don't, but as a magician, you should see through a trick a mile off ;)"
It sounded like he was baiting me.
"How much?"
"£540."
"Christ, that's heavy."
"It's worth it though."
"Have you seen him before?"
"No, this will be my first time. I know some people who are going. They said he's incredible. You have to see it for yourself."
I left the computer and continued watching TV, though I couldn't concentrate. I really wanted to know how the trick was done. I drank more whiskey and got more drunk.
I woke in the early hours. Confused, I took in my surroundings and realised I fell asleep in front of the television again. My head pounded, so I went to the kitchen and drank some orange juice, before throwing the best hangover cure, bacon, into the frying pan.
As the meat sizzled, I checked my phone. I had an email with the subject, Ticket Confirmation. My heart sank. I opened it up to see a confirmation number and an address... in the Ukraine.
I'd bought things while I was drunk before, but not a ticket to a magic show in Eastern Europe. Not only was I out £540, I'd need to book plane tickets and a hotel.
I gazed at the whiskey bottle, to see it almost empty, not even as much as a shot left. I felt embarrassed.
I logged into the forum and read the messages I had sent.
Fuck it! was the first. The second my details and a third saying I'd PayPalled the money over, with a reply saying to buy a Tuxedo if I didn't have one.
I won't bore you with the details of how I had to beg my manager to give me the time off at last minute, suffice to say I had to agree to perform at his daughter's birthday. I was surprised and relieved with how cheap plane fare was to the Ukraine. That was the only ray of light I had in this stupid ordeal. I rented a Tux from a local business and I was ready to go.
The flight was bumpy. We flew through a thunderstorm and for the first time in my life, saw the lighting hit the tip of the plane. People startled and children cried. I was nervous myself. It wasn't long after the Russians shot down a passenger jet over the Ukraine. I was very happy when we landed.
I sat in silence in the taxi to the hotel. When I got out, I saw it was a dump. I asked the driver to wait, he nodded. I had no idea if he understood me or not. Three stars was supposed to be the rating, but it looked more like an abandoned office building than a hotel.
I checked in and changed. I was glad I was only staying for the night. My rushed plans meant I didn't have more than a few hours until the show started.
Thankfully the taxi was still outside when I returned. I handed him the printout of the address and we drove off into the night.
It was an odd city, nothing like the London that I'd known all my life. It was as if it wasn't planned, that it just sprawled in every direction when the need for more buildings were required. We stopped at the end of an alleyway. He pointed down it.
"Are you sure?" I said.
I expected us to be somewhere posh.
"Is right," the man said, finally breaking his silence.
I got out. Almost as if the driver was in a hurry, the taxi sped off. Suddenly I felt all alone, in a foreign country I knew nothing about.
The rain poured down and soaked through my Tux. The woollen material grew heavy with the water. I wondered if I'd get my deposit back.
I jogged down the alleyway. Light leaked out from a door underneath a fire escape. I thumped on the frame and waited.
A man wearing paint splattered jeans and a body warmer opened it.
"I'm sorry, I don't know where I'm going. I'm looking for this."
I handed him the printout.
"I'm supposed to see some Russian magician..."
He lifted his chin and opened the door wider. I was glad to get out of the rain. Inside had the appearance of a factory service corridor.
"Through there," he said pointing to the end of the hallway.
Visions of me entering some basement out of the film Hostel filled my mind and I wanted to turn back and go straight to the airport. The outside door clunked shut.
I took a deep breath and walked forward. My shoes echoed around the small passageway and I felt vulnerable. I pushed on the metal bar at the end and hoped for the best.
I was shocked. The low murmurs of hundreds of voices filled the large room I entered. It wasn't as I expected. It was cavernous. It looked like a palace. Large marble columns rose up from the floor and held in place an ornate ceiling, from which hung intricate chandeliers.
Dozens of men in suits drank from Champagne glasses, all deep into conversation. No one turned to stare at me. It was as if there was nothing odd about me entering via a back door. For a magic show, I found it kind of fitting. Standing there though, I wasn't sure if I felt more out of place here or in the alleyway.
A waiter approached and I panicked.
"Drink, sir?" he said, offering me some Champagne.
I took the crystal flute and resisted the urge to down it in one.
I sipped and tried to blend in.
"The show will start in thirty minutes," was announced over the tannoy in an Eastern European accent.
The guests looked up as if watching the person making the announcement.
Another waiter offered me some canapés. I grabbed one and thanked him.
"Baz?" someone shouted and I peered around.
I locked eyes with a man I didn't recognise.
"Do I know you?" I asked.
"I'm Dan," he said offering his hand.
"I'm sorry, I don't recall."
"Tricked4Life? I ordered your ticket."
Confused, I said, "How did you recognise me?"
"Your avatar, man," he said smiling, "Good to meet you in person. I wasn't sure if you'd come."
"£540, I wasn't going to stay at home."
"Are you excited? I've seen some famous magicians around."
I was nervous. Dan didn't appear to be.
"Oh shit, is that ," I asked.
He turned.
"Hell, yeah," he replied, " and are also here too."
"That's crazy, this is the real deal then?"
"I think so," he said, taking a large gulp of his drink.
"What's his real name?"
"I don't know, no one does."
"That's a bit ominous."
"He's the best of the best, who cares what he's called."
Dan checked his watch.
"We should go take our seats."
"Yeah."
The house lights went down and cheers erupted from the crowd. A spotlight lit the red velvet curtains. They waited for the crowd to die down before they opened.
I was disappointed when I saw him on stage. His hair was grey, not black like the video. He was so much smaller in stature than how he appeared, too. Assistants wheeled in a large tall box.
The magician led one of the assistants inside and proceeded to lock the padlocks on the front of the box. He counted down from three, and on the beat after one, fireworks exploded at the front of the stage and the walls of the box collapsed in on themselves. He approached and spun the box around showing it was now flat. The remaining assistants rolled it off stage and the crowd clapped.
"That's easy," I said turning to Dan, "Fireworks - textbook misdirection and trap door underneath."
He smiled.
Medieval wooden stocks were now brought onto the stage. The magician asked for a volunteer from the audience. A young lady stood up (the only female in the whole crowd) and was invited on stage. The magician mimed claps, and the audience obliged. The woman was secured into place. He threw some eggs into the crowd and offered her as a target. Most missed, except the last that hit her square on the face. Laughter erupted. An assistant arrived with a melon. The magician picked up a sword, its blade flashed in the bright spotlight. He lifted it overhead and brought it down, slicing the melon in two with ease.
He approached the woman in the stocks and with one swift blow, her hands and head fell into the baskets below. The crowd roared with approval.
"Impressed yet?" Dan said to me and to be honest I was vexed.
No sudden flash of light to hide the switch of body parts with fakes, but no blood either.
"She was obviously a stooge, are there any other women in the crowd?"
More helpers joined on stage, mopping the floor as if to clean up blood that wasn't there. A chuckle fluttered through the crowd.
The final illusion was the classic Chinese Water Torture Cell made famous by Harry Houdini.
A large tank of water sat centre stage. The magician took off his clothes to reveal a turn-of-the-nineteenth-century bathing-suit, a beige number that covered his body and upper legs. He placed on a nose clip and rubbed his hands in anticipation.
He ascended the ladder attached to the tank and jumped in. Water splashed over the sides and an iron lid was slammed into place. Padlocks were locked around the top and a curtain drawn in front. A man started a stopwatch and gazed at it in earnest.
Time passed. I checked my watch, he had been in there for ninety seconds. The curtain was removed, to reveal his hand poking out the top trying to pick the locks on the outside, then the curtain was replaced.
Another minute passed and banging could be heard from within. The man with the stopwatch brought his hand across his throat, signalling to end the performance.
Someone ran on stage with an axe and the curtain was pulled away. The locks were still in place, but the tank was empty. The audience gasped.
"Hallo," rang out around the auditorium.
I turned to see The Russian in the stalls above, dripping with water.
Wild cheers erupted and everyone clapped.
"How did he do that then, Mr Smart Guy?" Dan asked, clearly pleased with himself.
"I have no idea," I said, clapping without even thinking about it.
The house lights went up.
"There will be a ten minute intermission before the second part of the show, will guests with tickets..." the announcer said, listing off numbers, "... please make their way to the door at the side of the stage."
"That's me?" I said to Dan confused.
"Me too, are you excited?"
"I don't understand?"
He grinned and grabbed my hand.
He led me along the row.
"What's going on?"
"Didn't you wonder why it was so expensive? We're part of the show!"
A silent dread filled me.
"I don't want to do it."
"Come on! You're a magician, don't you want to know how it's done?"
"Yeah, but I don't want to be on stage."
"You've done that before, though."
"Of course, but mostly in front of children. At most fifty people. Not in a theatre with over four hundred containing some of the most respected magicians in the world."
"Too bad, you're going," he said, tightening his grip.
We waited at the back of the line of eight people. A man checked tickets and one by one they were led backstage.
Dan passed his ticket over, letting go of his grasp. I thought about leaving, but before I could, the man asked for mine and like a robot I handed it over.
It was quiet backstage.
"Oh shit, is that ?" I said as the man approached.
"Hey," he said excitedly, "I'm..."
"I know who you are," I said shocked that was talking to me.
"Are you boys excited?"
"Very," Dan said, "Baz here's a little nervous."
"Don't be nervous," said, "this is what we are'll here for, right?"
"I have no idea what's going on," I blurted out.
"Don't listen to him," Dan said, "he's just scared."
"And you should be, it's not very often that you're in the presence of a real magician."
"What do you mean?"
"You know, someone who performs real magic."
I scoffed, "There's no such thing as real magic."
"Is this guy for real?" said pointing his thumb at me.
Dan shrugged his shoulders.
balked at me, "Then why are you here?"
"I wanted to see it for myself."
"And that you will, son. Be part of it."
"I don't think I want to."
"This is a once in a lifetime opportunity," he said gesturing with his hands, "it's what we all dream of."
We heard a roar of applause.
"It's time," said, getting in line behind the queue that had now formed.
"I don't know about this Dan," I said.
"It'll be fine, I promise."
I watched as the first of us was taken on stage. A round of applause, then silence. A minute or so passed, then I heard a blood curdling scream and my heart raced.
"What the hell was that?!?!"
"Shhhh," Dan said in deep concentration.
Then the next one was taken and then the next. With each one, a silent time passed, the end of the trick punctuated by a scream.
"Dan!" I said in a whisper, "That man has blood on him!"
I stared at the stagehand as he exited stage right. Blood flecked his shirt and face.
"It's all part of the fun," Dan said, slapping my back.
My stomach lurched, as one by one, the line got shorter.
"Wish me luck," said as he was led on stage.
The man was now drenched in blood, but it didn't seem to bother Dan.
"We have a special guest tonight, please welcome ," bellowed out on the tannoy.
We were almost at the top of the stairs now. Dan watched the performance, his face lit up with pure joy before he grimaced and looked away.
"What's happening?" I asked.
"Holy shit, that was intense. I'm not sure I can do this," Dan said.
But it was too late, the stagehand had already grabbed him and dragged him up. I ascended the last few steps and could now see the wooden floor. I gasped as Dan walked through the blood than now pooled. His shoes left yawning, sticky stalagmites in the congealing liquid.
A horizontal box was opened and he was placed inside. From my angle it was obvious there was no-one placed in the leg side. I watched his feet poke through the holes at the end and the box closed on top of him. The magician picked up a chain saw, pulled the cord into action. Blue-grey smoke billowed out of the side as he revved the engine. Without a second thought, he brought it down, through the box. Dan's face contorted as he shrieked in agony.
"Stop, stop!" he shouted.
The magician ignored him. Blood sprayed out, covering him and launching a mist of bright, red liquid onto the crowd, who cheered in response.
The chainsaw idled. The assistants pulled the box apart and just like the video, Dan's legs fell out of the other end of the box. It was then I noticed the box had been purposefully sloped to allow this to happen. That was the trick. I felt sick and ran.
There was nowhere to go. A large man stood at the door I had entered. Luckily he hadn't noticed I'd panicked. I slowed to a walk and took the stairs down into the basement. As I descended, I heard the muffled tannoy then a rapturous applause.
I paused at the door at the bottom. I assumed it was the fire exit. I tried to turn the knob but it didn't budge. I could hear voices on the other side. I placed my ear against the metal, flinching at the cold. It was a chant. Low tenor voices repeated the same line again and again, in a language I didn't understand. They switched into a more sing-song chorus, then returned to the original verse.
I banged on the door and the voices stopped.
"Mister, you can't be down here," the large man from backstage said.
I obeyed him without a struggle. He let me back into the theatre. The crowd didn't acknowledge me. Waiters patiently walked through the punters offering more Champagne and canapés.
Without thinking, I screamed out, "He's killing them! All of them, they are dead!"
The audience silenced and looked at me.
" is dead, everyone's dead. I saw it. It's not a trick!"
"Sir," one of the waiters said holding his hand up for me to stop.
"I won't be quiet, it's a fucking abattoir up there! Didn't you all see?!"
People started to panic. I raced for the exit. The doors were camouflaged from this side. I ran my hand down the seam trying to find a hidden latch.
"Calm down, sir."
I turned to see the large security guard.
"Fuck that, that man is insane! Let me out of here."
He grabbed my arm, stopping me from leaving.
The house lights went down again and the audience settled.
"Please show your appreciation to your magician tonight and his wonderful volunteers."
The man held me tightly, and I gave up trying to leave and gazed at the stage.
The Russian appeared front and centre, bowing. His assistants from the night joined him. Everyone clapped.
Then one by one, the people who were in the line ahead of me walked on stage, wearing pristine white suits.
waved as he walked on, the audience cheered. The last to enter was Dan. I was shocked.
The crowd stood and clapped.
"Let's not forget our friend at the back there," The Russian said, as the spotlight travelled over the audience, stopping on me.
I froze. The security guard let go of me and joined in the clapping. I ran my hand through my hair and feigned a smile.
"I hope to see you all again soon," The Russian said for one last time and the house lights came up.
Instantly murmurs broke out around the theatre.
"Great job, really added to the finish," one man said as he exited past me.
"Thank you," I said without thinking.
Everyone wanted to shake my hand, but all I could do was stand in confusion and unexpected awe.
The last of the people left, and so did I. As I entered the large hall I was in earlier, I saw Dan. He held a cardboard box under his arm.
"Great job you did," he said grinning from ear to ear.
"What the fuck just happened?"
"I'm sorry," he replied.
was standing next to him.
"I admit it, I didn't think it would work, but your friend Dan here said it would and I trusted him."
"Is anyone going to fill me in on what happened?"
Dan put his hand on my shoulder, "They needed someone to cause a fuss, you know, to make it seem all the more real."
"Dude, I saw you get chopped in half! What did you expect me to do."
"It was really great," said.
"I thought you were dead."
He tried to smile, but I could see the guilt in his face.
"Really sorry, man. It was a shitty thing to do. If we told you though, it wouldn't have looked believable. The Russian doesn't like to use shills."
"What about the woman in the stocks?"
"That was only the warm up. Hey check this out!"
Dan opened the box and revealed his Tux, it was ripped to shreds.
"Glad I didn't rent," he said laughing.
"It was great to meet you," said, "here's my card. If you ever want to see me perform, let me know, I'll get you backstage passes."
"You're not going to try to kill me too?"
He laughed.
"I'll see you around," he said, leaving through the backdoor.
We followed a few minutes later.
A row of limos waited to pick up people as they left.
"You go first," Dan said.
"Aren't you coming?"
"Nah, I'll get the next one."
I told the driver where I was going.
I slept badly in the hotel, my dreams filled with corrupted visions of the night before. I flew back to England in the morning.
I stayed away from that forum for a while, but curiosity got the better of me. There was a post about , saying he'd cancelled his tour. I read the comments, they were filled with the expected bile of people pissed their favourite magician had flaked out on them.
There was a direct message. I clicked. It was from Tricked4Life. It contained a single photo. It appeared to be of someone's torso, a purple-pink bruise ran horizontally along its stomach, blood seemed to leak as if it were some sort of wound. Underneath the photo was a comment.
"I need help, I think the magic is wearing off."
I replied and told him to go to the hospital. That was 48 hours ago and I've not heard back.
xx
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New to mining. Electricity is free. What are some low cost hardware options that'll make enough for grocery costs?

I've been using nicehash on my gtx 1060 and my fx-8350 the last couple days, netting me a whopping $3.12 in 2 days. That's an extra 539 a year so it at least pays for 5/8ths of a months rent. However, I have about $450 to spare that I was going to use to buy bitcoin.
I would like to, instead, buy a cheap mining rig that can at least make a couple hundred a month. At my current $46.8/month mining, I think a cheap dedicated rig could easily pull that off, right?
I found a "AsicMiner Blade Block Erupter" for $50 on ebay that looks like it doesn't take much power, can be attached to my gaming rig's PSU, and gets 10Gh/s.
My nicehash states im currently getting 29Mh/s, so that's a substantial, simple upgrade, right?
All in all, if there are other options that I can easily attach to my computer, rather than a separate power supply, that's be amazing
EDIT: i suspect my current 29Mh/s is wrong, or the online mining calculators are off, because when i plug in that rate it shows i make about $0.014 per year, which clearly doesnt match up. Can someone confirm this?
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[USA-NJ] [H] Verizon iPhone 4s, Samsung Galaxy S5, and more [W] PayPal

Item Timestamp Price Description
Verizon Samsung Galaxy S5 Sold for 100USD Timestamp 100USD The phone is in great quality. Some scratches on the screen, there are some dents on the sides of the phone but otherwise the phone functions like it's brand new. The phone will include the original charger, original box, 2 Anker replacement batteries, a battery wall/USB charger, and a Spigen case.
Verizon iPhone 4S Timestamp 50USD Each I am selling two of these, they are both in great quality. There are scratches on the front and back glass, but no cracks. One phone currently has a screen protected that can be removed if requested. I am only selling the phones, no chargers/boxes.
Intel Core 2 Duo 3.00Ghz E8400 Timestamp 7.5USD The processor is working, was tested a few days ago.
2x2GB Elipida RAM Sold for 2USD Each Timestamp 2USD Per Stick RAM was tested a few days ago, works great.
Various Laptop RAM Timestamp 2USD Per Stick This RAM is untested, but it should all work.
Block Erupter Blade Bitcoin Miner Timestamp 15USD It's untested but should be working.
Dell Dimension 250W PSU Timestamp 20USD This PSU is brand new, I purchased the wrong kind on Amazon and ran out of time to return it.
Trio Stealth G2 Hype Tablet Sold for 20USD Timestamp 20USD The tablet is in great shape, almost no scratches and only a few months out of the box. Will include just the tablet, no chargers/boxes.
Asus Optical Drive Timestamp 10USD The optical drive is in full working order.
Motherboard Timestamp Free - Just Shipping This came from an office PC, so if anyone is interested I can provide more info. I was planning on throwing it away, but since it's working I figured it might be worth it to someone else.
Various Xbox 360 Games Timestamp 5USD Each All games are in working condition, include the case but may not include all papers/pamphlets
All prices include shipping within the continental US. If you're interested in shipping elsewhere, PM me and we can work something out. I'm willing to negotiate on the pricing, so just let me know if you're interested in doing that. Please feel free to ask for any additional information concerning any items, as I was a bit unsure of what kind of info to include.
I apologize for some of the timestamp orientations, Imgur kept automatically reshifting my images and I gave up on trying to fix it!
Thanks!
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I'd like to start mining but I'm not sure where to start.

I'd like to set up a small rig to just gradually bring in some bitcoins but I'm not sure how I need to go about it.
The Block Erupter Blade seems good but I wonder if I can run it in my existing PC or if I will need another one?
For $250 the payback period seems quite reasonable too, a few months.
I did a quick search though and a lot of people seem to make out like it can never be profitable and nobody should bother?
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Want to invest in bitcoin but willing to accept more risk for more return? Maybe investing would be right for you!

As we all know, companies such as AsicMiner are currently kicking butt with their asics by releasing the eruptor blades and Erupter USB sticks for mining. This combined with their 28% or so of total hashing power for the entire bitcoin network is resulting in fantastic growth over the past few months, and their dividends are doing quite well.
If you are interested in shares of AsicMiner , check out either Direct Shares or Pass Through shares, which is just one share of AsicMiner. You can find them in auctions on bitcointalk as well as sites such as BTCT.TO
You can also get smaller shares known as micro shares. There are often times 1/100th of a full share so people can easier purchase them and provide an easier method for reinvesting dividends.
There are other shares too, such as AMC which just recieved a few Avalons they purchased a while ago. Keep in mind that the owners relations with others on the forum is quite poor and very unprofessional, so I would still consider it rather risky.
There are also companies which are not based on bitcoin but experimenting with it as a source of capital, such as KenilWorth on bitfunder, who are a mining company which finds raw material deposits and then sells them to another company (I think). The people with that company are VERY responsive on bitcointalk and seem to be very professional.
You can even if you wish bet on funds which are reliant upon BFL's shipping, such as HaveLock's Investments Mining Fund. The owner of that fund is also rather response on bitcointalk and is a very down to earth person from what I have seen. For example, they just purchased a single Jupiter rig from KnCMiner in an effort to diversify so if BFL fails they will not be destroyed.
They are also other funds out there which are designed to represent an amount of Mhash/s per each share, for example RedStarMining which aims to have 180 Ghash/s eventually, with each share containing 2.818 Mhash/s.
Also, a very cool thing about these funds is that they are very present on bitcointalk in the securities section, so you can see up to date discussion about each fund. For example, for red star mining, here is their thread: https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=63257.0
You can even get a fund in an exchange, such as Crypto-Trade! Though, they seem to be having some major issues with their site for a while now, which is unfortuntate.
And you can get shares in the gambling site satoshidice!
There are tons of such securities available for lots of different styles people could choose, and because of bitcoin buying these shares is a very painless process. But do keep in mind that this is riskier than just holding bitcoin, and there are a good bit of scams prevalent in such securities, but if you keep an eye out and read their associated threads on bitcointalk you will be for the most part safe. Also, investing in companies like AsicMiner increases the network hash rate, making it even harder for a single entity to barge in and get more than 50% of the network hash rate, resulting in an even more secure network! These sometimes even hare shares which cost less than five dollars, so to get started you don't need much BTC at all.
And here is the link to bitcointalk for anyone who wants to do more research and look at any other funds which might be of interest. Don't forget that there are some funds which are not exchanged on these sites, for example group buys where each buyer holds a certain percentage of proceeds from a very expensive miner they pool together to buy. As earlier though, be careful.
There is also a really good subreddit for discussing these securities as well as others on /BitcoinStocks !
Edit: Added in bitcointalk threads for each security I listed.
Edit: It seems that there are nearly half as many downvotes as there are upvotes. Can anyone clarify?
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Why are ASICs getting more expensive?

I've noticed that the price of the same hardware has been going up in price alongside Bitcoin's inflation. For example, block erupters were first about $20, dropped to ~$8, and now they're nearing $50. Same with ASIC blades, they were $180, now they're almost $400. Why is this happening? I feel like this is combination with the increasing network difficulty is making it even harder for people to get into Bitcoins. Why drop $50 on something that will barely mine anything now? I get that you'll probably never make back your money regardless, but these things are way too expensive to be just a hobby.
Edit: thanks for all the replies! I think I understand the situation better now.
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Asicminer Block Erupter Blade 10ghash question

I am new to Bitcoin mining. I am currently running 4 BFL Jalapenos @8 gh each. I would like to purchase a Asicminer Block Erupter Blade 10ghash. I see that I will have to purchase a power supply and backplane if I want to run multiple units. My question is in regards to connecting to the internet. I have wi fi only in my house. I see that there is an ethernet connection on the board. Do I have to plug into a router or can I connect to my computer with a patch cable and get my internet from my computer?
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ASICMiner 10 Block Erupter Blades

ASICMiner is auctioning off 10 of their erupter blades over on bitcointalk.org
I have been GPU mining for a bit and my returns are tickling down over time and I was not quick enough to hop on the ASIC train when it came into town. I believe in bitcoin as much as everyone else and want to keep hashing away, but affordability is becoming a concern.
At the current auction of 60BTC for one blade it equates to about $5280USD for the 10Ghash of hashing power. I don't have that kind of cash to put into the auction and I know fellow GPU miners are probably in the same boat. What I propose is that we all take even stakes and subsidize the cost of the Blade and I will cover the cost of electricity and running it 24/7/365. Profits from the Blade will be proportional to how much you put into the Blade and its overall cost in BTC since the USD value fluctuates and the auction is in BTC. Payouts would of course be in BTC and would be weekly or monthly.
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How I fall in love with bitcoins these days

 Actually, I was an PCB board foreign trade salesman, working on alibaba platform for 3 years since graduated from university. However, about 6 months ago, I remembered that was an sunny afternoon, my boss(a really professional PCB、PCBA man) call me to had a cup of tea with him. “he must have some idea again” I know. Then I felt very nervous, praying he gave me some good news like increase salary for me or something similar, but not fire me. God bless me. He really share me an surprising product.- Bitcoin asicminer. 
2013,9th, Sep BITCOIN ASICMINER, this new word then accompanied me for the last days till today. Since 2012, I have learned something about bitcoins from my friend. I know that [Bitcoin is a kind of network virtual currency, anyone in the world can use to purchase virtual items, such as clothes, hats, equipment in network game,etc. Certainly, you can also use bitcoins to purchase items in real life as long as the seller accept. However, the most special point for bitcoin is that the issue, circulation and management of bitcoins does not belong to any person, organization, company or any country. In another words, it’s equally and belong to everyone who participate in. Anyone who have a computer, connecting to network, and then running a free open source software can be involved. There is never such thing that anyone who as an administrator or who have the center node or privilege. That calls BITCOIN SYSTEM, a equally peer-to-peer(P2P) systems. Most important of all, BITCOIN SYSTEM can promise as below: 1. the total quantity of bitcoins is certained. 2.the quantity of bitcoins increase at a slow pace, but not sudden increase. 3. bitcoins will eventually increase to a certain quantity, but not unlimited growth. 4. the above characteristics are guaranteed by a recognized mathematical formula, do not need any guarantee come from any person, any organization or country. 5.the circulation of bitcoins do not need any intermediaries and the transfer process is not subject to interference]. So this news asicminer is a big surprise for me. At the first week, I was curious about this magical hardware , but then I nearly crazy about it. 2013,9th, Sep 13:46
 As time by, we learn more and more(an crazy increase speed) people are interested in bitcoin,, either to be a miner mining or invest bitcoins. About half an month later, I was called to have a cup of tea again. This time, I was exciting. As expected, boss asked: If you want to sell bitcoin asicminer on aliexpress? My answer is YES, without any hesitation. Then my experience with bitcoin asicminer hardware begain……… Then our store--- China BTC Electronics Co.,LTD (http://www.aliexpress.com/store/340830) opened, our asicminer begain selling on aliexpress. At first, we selling 330MH/S USB asicminer, then we selling 10gh/s blade asicminer and till today, we add 10gh/s mini blade asicminer selling 
2013,10th,Sep 10:05
 Here want to share some experience with my customer. My first customer is an gentleman from Russian. I remembered it was about 16:00 on Monday, trandemanager pop up a message. He very nice to say hello to me and told me he came from Russian and was a newer very interested in bitcoins, want to try to have a USB block erupter, but wonder if we can teach he how to use and wonder if we can ship to him immediately. That’s absolutely what we should service for our customers. Then online we talked about how to use step by step, and I promised him when we confirm receiving his payment, we will arrange shipment in 24 hours. Half an hour later, he told me everything is ok. And pop up again, aliexpress notice me my customer place order and 1 minutes later, he paid the payment. I was so exciting. That was my first customer and so nice an communication process. Next day moring, I confirmed payment. WOW, before noon, I arrange the shipment. ……later, later, this customer feedback, it’s vey nice, and buy 5 units again. Considered he was my old customer, at that time, I gave him an discount. Haha, good experience!!! 
2013,11th,Sep 15:16
 Another very interesting customer from Brazil who is now become my friend. We always chat on skype, chat some latest news about bitcoin, bitcoin hardware. He is really an senior man for bitcoin.. I remembered that was midnight, I was in sleeping, and my trademanager on mobile phone pop up a message, which really scared me, you can image that in mindnight, and your mobile phone suddenly rang, how horrible a thing. “Customer is our God” I have to wake up. (Saleman is really working 24 hours.) Then he told me he want an 10gh/s hardware,but wander if we can help him make the invoice value smaller which is convenient for him to let custom clearance smoothly in Brazil. And hope we can ship to him in one week. 7 days later, he told me he received the asicminer form UPS and gave us a 100% positive feedback. Really thanks!!! What’s more, he introduced his friends to buy asicminers in my store(http://www.aliexpress.com/store/340830) Here thanks he again. And also thanks his friends trusting us. 
2013,12th,Sep
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Block erupter blade

Hi, i found very tempting offer on alibaba.com. One seller from Ukraine offer new block erupter blades. I ask for price and delivery time and got this answer:
Hello,
ASICMINER Block Erupter Blade new version Price $150 per item 10 pieces price $95 per item
Free shipping to Europe Delivery can take 15-20 days Also we can use express shipping but it will be additional $50
Payment options: credit card or bank wire transfer. To complete your order please provide: full shipping address and choose way of payment and we will send payment instruction to you.
Best regard
What do you think about this? 950 $ for 10 blades with backplane. Is it legit or not? This seller is unverified so i ask for explanation. I got this email:
we try but we can't do this Note: we try but we can't do this Note: Unfortunately Verified Membership is not yet available in your country.
I check it on alibaba webpage and its true (sellers from ukraine cant verify their accounts at this moment)
The seller agrees with bank wire. I think it is safe payment method, no bitcoins or other dangerous methods for buyers. I didnt found this seller on scammer list.
Only price is too low for me, blades are usually sell for 400-600$ on ebay.
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For Sale: ASICMiner Block Erupter Blade v2 10GH/s+ on cryptothrift

For Sale: ASICMiner Block Erupter Blade v2 10GH/s+ on cryptothrift for cryptocoins
Tags: #asic, BITCOIN, Miner, mining, READY TO SHIP
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For Sale: Qty 4 - ASIC Miner Block Erupter Blade v2 ASICMiner 10.7+ GH/s BTC on cryptothrift

For Sale: Qty 4 - ASIC Miner Block Erupter Blade v2 ASICMiner 10.7+ GH/s BTC on cryptothrift for cryptocoins
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For Sale: Qty 4 - ASIC Miner Block Erupter Blade v2 ASICMiner 10.7+ GH/s BTC on cryptothrift

For Sale: Qty 4 - ASIC Miner Block Erupter Blade v2 ASICMiner 10.7+ GH/s BTC on cryptothrift for cryptocoins
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[WTS] BlockErupter USB (X10) and A Blade

Hello reddit! I have 10 usb block erupter's and a blade gen 2. i have used them for about 2 months now, and they dont seem to be much use to me anymore, as i am moving on to bigger things bitcoin related! I am accepting offers and shipping does cost extra unless its in canada. Offers can be made at [email protected]
Thanks guys!
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For Sale: Asicminer Blade Erupter 10.7 GH/s on cryptothrift

For Sale: Asicminer Blade Erupter 10.7 GH/s on cryptothrift for cryptocoins
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For Sale: Qty 4 - ASIC Miner Block Erupter Blade v2 ASICMiner 10.7+ GH/s BTC on cryptothrift

For Sale: Qty 4 - ASIC Miner Block Erupter Blade v2 ASICMiner 10.7+ GH/s BTC on cryptothrift for cryptocoins
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Block Erupter Blade selling in 10, 11 and 13 Gh/s version??

Hi, is Block Erupter Blade selling in 3 different versions or why does it vary on all the posts on ebay?
Examples: http://www.ebay.com/itm/Asicminer-Block-Erupter-Blade-new-version-10-GH-S-/200978179930?pt=DE_Computer_Sonstige&hash=item2ecb3ba75a
http://www.ebay.com/itm/ASICMiner-Bitcoin-Block-Erupter-Blade-10-7-Gh-s-In-Hand-NEW-Quick-Shipping-/151168119400?pt=LH_DefaultDomain_0&hash=item2332527268
http://www.ebay.com/itm/Asicminer-Block-Erupter-Blade-old-version-12-8GHash-s-/190974850998?pt=DE_Computer_Sonstige&hash=item2c76fcf7b6
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ASICMINER Erupter blade - config menu Blade Erupter Setup Recenzja Koparka BitCoin Asic Erupter Blade Asicminer Block Erupter Blade (10GH/s) mining

I got my blade for back when the was $199 and it probably never break even, the current difficulty is at 707 million (gives me 0.05 BTC/week) and in a few day it will be 887 million. When terrahashers ships in a month or two, the mined bitcoins from this blade isn't worth the electrical cost. But hey!! It's a fun hobby and maybe the bitcoin ... Version 2 Block Erupter Blade from ASICMiner. They require a separate power source, power connector, ethernet connection. Kunden haben sich auch diese Produkte angesehen. Seite 1 von 1 Zum Anfang Seite 1 von 1 . Diese Einkaufsfunktion lädt weitere Artikel, wenn die Eingabetaste gedrückt wird. Um aus diesem Karussell zu navigieren, benutzen Sie bitte Ihre Überschrift-Tastenkombination, um ... ASICMINER Block Erupter 336MH/s - ASIC USB Bitcoin Miner - Kostenloser Versand ab 29€. Jetzt bei Amazon.de bestellen! Bitcoin-Mining ist der neue globale Goldrausch. Dabei lösen Rechner weltweit um die Wette eine schwierige kryptografische Aufgabe. So wird das dezentrale Bitcoin-Netzwerk aufrechterhalten – und ... An example of such devices are ASICminer’s Erupter Blade and Erupter Cube Bitcoin ASICs – these devices have a built-in miner software, however it uses the older getwork protocol and you would need to use a local stratum proxy in order to be able to set these devices to mine on a stratum-based BTC mining pool. Below you can find a link to download the Windows version of the stratum mining ...

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ASICMINER Erupter blade - config menu

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