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2023.02.02 22:05 TheRealNixonNixon If your friends jumped off a bridge, would you do it as well?

Yes. I unfortunately know the answer to this question from first hand experience. My name is Nixon, and this is my story.
It was a freezing cold mid-February Saturday afternoon in the 1999. I was 14 years old, living in the suburbs of Chicago with no friends, no confidence, and my outlook on life was as bleak as gray which painted the air that winter day.
My father was aware I was a loner, so he forced one of the other parents in the neighborhood to have their son ask me to hang out with him. I was resistant at first, but after some nagging from my father I eventually caved in and walked over to the kid's house. His name was Freddy, nothing special about his personality. On the surface, it came across that he was striving for normalcy and was hiding any characteristic that would differentiate him from the other kids. His friend Shane rolled up soon after I arrived. Shane was the "popular" kid in the school he went to, and Freddy was his lead apostle. Shane would be the person who knew about all the parties, would make all the decisions, knew the girls, made the plans... and Freddy would just tag along, probably in admiration of Shane's confidence.
I did not like either kid. Within 5 minutes I wanted to jet, but then a few girls showed up. It might have been the first time I ever been in a social setting where the opposite sex chose to be in same vicinity as myself. I knew they were just there to see Shane, but it was an experience for me regardless. One of the girls suggested we all walk down the road to the creek at the end of the street. It was freezing, but everyone else agreed so I didn't have the social integrity to vote against.
Limp Bizkit was THE band of year. I had on that dumb puffy Ecko jacket Fred Durst wore in the Nookie music video, at least I kept fairly warm considering it was 2 degrees outside. But we made it down to the bridge which overlooked creek, I barely said a word the entire walk down there. Everyone bullshitted for a while, two of the girls and Shane passed around a beer and threw stuff into the creek. About 30 minutes in is when things took a turn for the worst.
One of the girls, whose name I remember because it fit her like a glove, was Eve. It is going to sound like bs, but apparently she was known for talking people into doing dumb things. She loved the narrative that she was so similar to the original Eve from the bible, so she tried to run with that facade. I hate her to this day.
Eve brought up the brilliant idea "Hey, do you know what would be awesome? If one of you guys jumped off the bridge into the creek!"
I giggled because it was such a crazy thought. First - it was freaking freezing. Second, we were looking at a 30 foot jump from the bridge into the creek. It was a moronic challenge, so I laughed it off. But she wouldn't let up. Eventually, Freddy said "Nixon, you should do it!"
I was appalled and spoke my mind for the first time being with this crew. I let them know that they were insane if they thought I would jump off the bridge. That only a madman would do that, you would have to been a lunatic. They tried to flip the script and called me a coward, which I pushed back and said "Screw you, I don't see any of you guys volunteering to jump in!"
That gave Shane a layup opportunity to prove again he was better than anyone else. He said "I'll do it" , the girls all cheered, praising his bravery. He stripped down to his boxers, hopped over the railing, stood on the edge, and with the cheerleaders behind who chanted his name, he jumped off the bridge into the creek.
He quickly swam over to the grove surrounding the water, ran back to the bridge, put his clothes back on with everyone (but myself) circled around him clapping, and celebrated his dumb self-absorbed courage. He goes on to exclaim "WOW! that was so much fun... Nixon, you have to try it."
DeJa Vu, the crew started to hound me again, called me a coward and all kinds of non-sense. I pushed back though, because in my mind at the time, there was no way I was going to jump off that bridge."
Freddy, who followed Shane's lead, spoke up at that point and volunteered to jump in. Same scenario, everyone cheered, he stripped down to his boxers, and stepped over the guard rail, and jumped in the creek. It was like watching the same clip over again, he quickly swam to the grove, ran up through the woods back to the bridge, threw on his clothes, and ranted about how amazing of an experience that was.
I should have left, but I felt defeated at that point. Once they all began to peer pressure me into jumping, I said "You know, screw it, I'll do it. But if I die its on your hands."
They all appeared optimistic that I was not going to die, which was dumb optimism because no one really knew anything about me at the time. Little by little though, I could tell I was draining their optimism with some of the choices I made.
First, I opted to keep my clothes on for a couple reasons. For starters, at this point in my life I'm lucky I even talked to a girl, never the less showed some of my skin in front of them. I did not have the confidence to reveal my boney body to those evil temptresses. Also, it was freezing, so I felt it would be smart to have layers on to keep me warm in the water.
My wardrobe decision definitely appeared to cause some confusion, but they still supported my endeavor to jump off the bridge. I stepped over the guard rail, and stood on the edge of bridge overlooking the creek. My entire body was shaking, and the guys must of felt the anxiety emitting from my body because they both came over and said "you know, you don't have to do this"
I was pissed, like soooooo pissed, they would have the audacity to say that to me at that moment. I acknowledged my anger towards them, and they both apologized. They proceeded to give me advice, and emphasized the importance of projected myself off the ledge. If I just dropped, it was extremely shallow and there were rocks and branches sticking out all over the place. I needed to project myself as far as I could horizontally off the bridge.
"Got it" I said. So I used every muscle in my body to jump and slingshot myself off that bridge. Problem though - I have never been an athlete. If anything, I'm the complete opposite of an athlete, so a jump for me is equivalent to a drop for someone else. I don't even know what would happen if I attempted to drop... I'd end up doing a back flip or something.
So I dropped straight down. Shane and Freddy noticed I didn't propel myself off the bridge so they both tried to grab me before I fell, but they were to late. I heard them yell "noooooo don't jump!!"
Time moves slow when you are free falling 30+ feet into an ice cold creek on a 3 degree day. Before I even made it to the water, my leg bounced off a tree limb sticking out under the bridge. My ankle broke in half, it was a complete clean break. I barely felt any pain though, because when I hit the water half a second later, my body immediately went into a paralytic shock since it was so cold. I couldn't move, I could breathe, and blacked out. What saved me was that dumb ass Limp Bizkit Ecko jacket I wore, which acted like a life jacket and kept my head above water when I was unconscious.
From what I was told, the girls ran away once they saw my lifeless body floating down the creek. Lucky for me, there was a Good Samaritan in the woodland area who witnessed what happened, jumped in the creek and saved my life. He had to give me CPR, whole nine yards. The dude saved my life and I still don't know what his name is.
I was in and out of consciousness after he gave me CPR. I finally came too in the hospital room with my father at my side. Scary way to wake up, because my father was an intimating man. If history proved anything, he was going to be PISSSSSSSED that I did something so stupid. But in this instance, he appeared to be charismatic and caring for my emotional state. It was very strange.
Turns out, he thought I was trying to kill myself. Shane and Freddy were scared I was going to die, and were concerned they would be held responsible if I did. So they decided to tell the police and paramedics, that I jumped off the bridge with the intention to kill myself. They claimed they made an attempt at stopping me, but failed.
Their story actually aligned with what the "Good Samaritan" witnessed as well. Apparently the guy, came walked out of his house to get some wood, when he noticed me standing on the other side of the railing over the creek. He noticed I was fully clothed, shaking, and yelling profanity at "my friends." When I jumped, he also saw my friends try to grab me, while yelling not to jump. So from his point of view, it definitely looked like a suicide attempt.
I want to reiterate it was NOT a suicide attempt. It was strictly a confidence and ego issue. I was so horrified to tell my father that I was not trying to harm myself, so instead I went along with the narrative that I was. From there, I had to spend the next 4 years in therapy. My doctor prescribed me anti-depressants, which I never took. My entire high school experience I had to secretly dispose of anti-depressants to give across the impression that I was taking them. Therapy was a nightmare, even though I probably needed therapy, it was all based on a lie so its like I never even went. If anything, it screwed me up more.
I talked to Freddy and Shane maybe one more time in my life. They thanked me for going along with the suicide story. I wanted to punch both of them, but figured it would be easier if I just let it go. Never saw those evil temptresses again either. I will always hate that girl Eve.
So in summary - if your friends jump off a bridge, I HIGHLY recommend that you do NOT jump off as well. It can ruin your life :)
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2023.02.02 22:04 cesly1987 Die is Gain (partial early writing)

Die is Gain
Chapter 1: Day Out
Author note: * I found this as one of my few surviving stories from when I was like….14…16? Idk but cut me some slack. It's a post apocalypse dystopia written back in 99ish 2001. Matrix and Equilibrium where rad as hell. Anime was just busting everybody's cherry. Christian allegory was all the rage with Narnia and POD.*
A gruff looking man sat hunched with his back to the wall, looking down the bill of his cap at all the patrons sitting at the tables around him. They all had overly powdered faces and wore the most expensive clothing. Some appeared nearly naked, draped only in a few strips of cloth and thin fabrics.
The restaurant hummed with the sound of pleasant conversation and jovial laughter. A darkly beautiful woman played an unfamiliar stringed instrument on the corner stage, and a lavish fish aquarium illuminated the room with a soft glow.
It was all a very different environment than what the man was used to. He spent most of his days hiding from military patrols in the sewers and working manual labor jobs in the tundra. He finally saved enough money to bribe his way past the checkpoints and into the Upper District. He picked a fine restaurant that he could scarcely afford, and he still had to drop a load of credits just to get a table in the back. He scanned the crowd and constantly kept his eye on the glass door and windows that looked out onto the bustling street. He tugged unintentionally on his long sleeves to hide his hands.
He noticed that the waitress was taking her sweet time at getting around to taking his order, and his water glass had been sitting empty for a good ten minutes. But he didn’t care. He had stolen a stray brown jumpsuit from some construction workers down the block, so the waitress knew he wouldn’t be much of a tipper. He was just glad to be in public and eating at a table like a civilized man. Once his food was finally placed in front of him, he began to relax and let his guard down
It was a collection of clams and crawfish, but the main course was a piece of buttered toast. The man was beginning to think that the bread alone was worth the trip. Real bread made of wheat was a delicacy, and he was tired of eating the bread substitutes.
Just as he was beginning to enjoy his meal, he saw three men in flat black armor hovering outside the window. Nobody else inside the restaurant had noticed them yet, but he knew that was about to change. He knew the particular style of armor them men wore made them a part of Central Eden’s anti-terrorist suppression unit.
The three men entered, and the hostess at her podium looked up to greet them, but she quickly bit back her words. People knew the ominous importance of a suppression squad. Their presence meant that either dangerous terrorists were nearby, and people were going to get hurt, or it meant that terrorists were not nearby, and people were still going to get hurt. The suppression squad had a ruthless reputation of treating everybody as “suspected terrorist” and using harsh interrogation techniques to find the truth.
The man at the back of the restaurant resisted the urge to bolt, instead he eyed the closest glass window and wondered how badly it would hurt if he jumped through it.
The armored men approached the first table, and the customers silenced abruptly as one soldier stepped forward to loom over them.
“ Your Wrist!” he demanded in a booming voice, distorted by the face gear he wore. The customers all scrambled to pull up shirt sleeves and expose their individual barcodes. Another black clad squad member stepped up to scan their wrists with a handheld machine.
“All clear,” he said after he scanned the people at the table. He reached out to place out a gauntleted hand and grip the top of a bald headed customer.
“Mr.Showlsky believes because his brother is a Captain in the military he doesn’t have to pay his traffic fee, does he?” The squad member shook the man’s head vigorously in a “no” gesture.
“N-no… I’ll pay it tomorrow, I swear!” the bald man said fearfully.
“Good,” the leader said as they moved on the next table. The same procedure of harassment and barcode inspection continued for a couple more tables until one soldier spotted a man sitting by himself in the shadows in the back.
The soldier called out to his comrades and gave them a series of hand signals. They converged on the man wearing the brown jumpsuit. The leader stood in front on the table and loomed over him. The man gave a piercing stare from under his cap. The leader’s face was unreadable, obscured by face gear and circular red lens goggles. The tension in the restaurant thickened considerably as the rest of the squad shuffled about, just waiting for the stranger to make a move.
The leader finally spoke, “ Your arm!”
“Sure, Officer” the man responded flatly. He stretched out his right arm to reveal the barcode on his wrist. The leader took a couple of swipes with his machine before it beeped, meaning the tattoo had not been updated for quite some time.
The leader read from his handheld monitor the script that slowly filled the screen.
Alert! Proceed With Caution!
Name: Tearrick Ahala Zandal Age: 24-35
Status: Confirmed Terrorist Association: The Radical Christian Movement
The leader fervently read as the last few words loaded, “Other Known Aliases…” The leader swung his head up and yelled in surprise.
“It’s T!” At this exclamation a furry of motion took place. T kicked the bottom of his table with enough force to launch his end upwards, and in one fluid motion he grabbed the edge and flipped it, spraying the soldiers with silverware and dishes. The soldiers were no amateurs and reacted quickly, backing up a few feet and aiming their rifles at the vertical table.
T had anticipated a situation like this even before he risked entering the city. He had planted one of his homemade flash/smoke grenades onto the bottom of the table earlier that evening, so he quickly pulled the pin off the IED and dove backwards.
What followed next was the sound of a few cracks from assault rifles then a deafening explosion, the force of which spun the vertical table like a toy top. If anyone could still hear through the ringing in their ears they would have heard a hissing as the grenade let out a cloud of putrid smoke.
T belly crawled towards the nearest table then stood abruptly, flipping that one too. He scanned the room in search of the best escape route. Most people had crowded near the only entrance, attempting to escape. T only had a few micro seconds to make up his mind as he already saw the first of the stunned soldiers charging through the smoke-enveloped room.
T kept low and ran around the wall towards the opposite side of the restaurant, attempting to keep as many tables and people between him and the armor piercing assault rifles. This was not an act of cowardice on T’s part, but one of strategy, for he believed the soldiers would not fire upon the civilians they were employed to protect.
“Fire! Fire! Kill that bloody savage!” came the cry of anger from the leader.
Shots rang out in rapid fury, tables and people in the general direction of T shuddered and flew apart.
“Jesus!” T gasped and not because he was a Christian, although he knew a few people that would have been cross with him for that outburst. Although, he wouldn’t have minded Jesus’s attention right about then.
T noticed a round had shattered a glass panel and sprinted for it, thankful he didn’t have to see how painful it would be to jump through one today. Automatic fire followed him, shattering the rest of the windows as he exited onto the street. He took a quick glance around to regain his bearing then took off in a dead sprint down the block. He hung a quick right at an intersection, literally plowing through a group of curious onlookers.
T was attempting to make his way towards the industrial district where there were more hiding places and sewer openings. He was making good time weaving between traffic and keeping a steady stride.
He heard the tale-tale “Foom!” of police cruzers taking flight and hovering above the city’s low rooftops. He looked over his shoulder to see two pod-like cruisers closing in on him from down the street. T took a sharp cut left into traffic, aiming for the alleyway across the street. He slowed long enough for a speeding car to zoom by him, the side window smashing against his shoulder and breaking off. This spun T, but he gritted through the pain and continued onward.
Another vehicle slammed on its breaks as T slid across its hood and made it into the alley. The pain in his right shoulder throbbed, and he realized it might be disconnected. But there was no time to deal with it now. He could hear the distorted voices and radio chatter coming from pursuers all around him.
After running through some adjoining buildings and hopping certain fences, he finally found himself in familiar territory. He could now retrace his initial route into the city.
He was creeping cautiously down a garbage filled alleyway that was glowing with the neon lights of street signs, for it was already getting dark. The time was only around 2 in the afternoon, but the light hours were between 9 and 1. All he had to do was cross the walkway that crossed over a wide ditch and separated the Upper City for the Industrial District.
He peeked his head out of the alley to spy on the bridge. It was narrow enough for only one person to cross at a time. He had about a ten-yard run across a deserted street to get to it. But he still froze and waited.
Even if he did make it to the walkway he had another fifty-yards to go before he cross the ditch. In that fifty-yard he would be totally exposed with nowhere to run but back and forth like a character from those ancient games he learned about in his history teachings. He had also been taught that a choke point like a bridge was a perfect place for an ambush. That was a simple rule of warfare that he had been taught at an early age, and he knew his enemies would implement it also.
His mind was made up for him when he heard the barking words, “ Freeze!” behind him.
He jumped and turned to see a man wearing a copper police uniform instead of the heavy body armor of the Anti-terrorist squad. Despite the man’s commanding voice, his face was filled with fear, and his hands shook as he aimed the pistol at T.
T wondered why the man was so scared of him, despite T’s reputation as a wanted terrorist. T was obviously unarmed and injured from the way he nursed his right shoulder, and as the man pulled back the hammer on his pistol, T knew he was about to die.
I guess the man told me to freeze so he could shoot a stationary target, he thought as he braced himself. But T was always a fighter and in a last-ditch effort he let out a roar and flung himself at the man. The pistol made a sharp “PAA!” and T felt the round hit him in his injured shoulder.
He staggered sideways and hit the wall with the bulk of his face and fell into a pile of trash. Dizziness washed over him, and the pain was so intense T fought the urge to vomit. He looked up to see the cop aiming a pistol at his forehead. He drunkenly gazed at his wounded shoulder to see that it wasn’t wounded at all, it was only throbbing and numb.
The Police Officer’s confidence had returned as he said with much bravado, “ Good thing orders came in to take you alive or I would have put a sky roof in the back of your head!”
Anger swelled in T’s eyes as he thought of the dishonor of being taken prisoner, but they would never take him alive. He asked with a pretense of more weakness than he felt, “ You shot me with a dummy bullet?”
“Yes,” the Cop said smugly, “ Hurts doesn’t it?”
T grabbed a bag of trash with his left hand and swung it around to hit the Cop’s weapon, soggy trash flying everywhere. The Cop tried to back up but T shuffled forward on his knees and again with his left hand looped back over his head like a windmill and dealt an uppercut to the cop’s groin. The cop double over with a gasp and found himself at eye level with T. T then lunged forward with a tremendous head butt, splattering the Cops nose and sending him spinning unconscious to the ground.
T Staggered to his feet and looked down at his beaten enemy, forcing his shoulder back into place buy popping it against the wall.
“No, not too much,” he replied. He staggered out into the street, and as if triggering an alarm, police sirens wailed as squad cars approached him for either direction.
T did a double take and ran for the bridge, and at once knew he had fallen into a trap. At the other end of the bridge hovered the cruzer for the Anti-terrorist Suppresion Squad. Three members repelled down to the ground and held what looked like tazers. The lead soldier held a large riot shield out in front of him as they filed onto the narrow walkway and shuffled toward T.
T stopped and looked at them for a while, knowing he wouldn’t be making it any further without a weapon of some sort. He decided to take a chance. He threw up his hands and turned around to walk back the way he came.
“I surrender,” He yelled at the two copper clad officers who had just emerged from either vehicle.
“Hands in the air!” one yelled as he ran up to stick his weapon in T’s face. T thought it was a silly thing to say to someone who was already giving up. T knew what command would come next, Face in the dirt, or something like that. So he had to distract him.
“I will only surrender to you,” he said, “ not them.” He jerked his head backwards to indicate the soldiers behind him, the Cop’s eyes followed. Realization dawned on his face as he figured what that meant.
The Cop pointed at the approaching soldiers and said, “ Stay back, this is my arrest!” T couldn’t tell if they did or not but the Cop’s face slackened and he said, “ This arrest goes to the State police, not you hot shot support groups.”
The cop looked back over his shoulder to he fellow officer, “Call it in,” he told him. The second cop lowered his weapon to handle his radio.
T reacted by bringing his raised knife hands down on either side of the Cop’s neck. He then followed through by pulling the man into his raised knee. He easily took the pistol out of the cops grasp and threw him back into his partner.
The second Cop caught his companion and fumbled with his pistol. T placed a shot in the Cop’s right shoulder and the cop screamed from the pain of the dummy bullet. T then emptied the whole clip on them for good measure.
The soldiers on the bridge stood amazed at what they witnessed as T slowly bent down to retrieve a heavy nightstick from one of the downed whimpering Cops. T stood with his head cocked sideways and sweat glistening on his face. He was completely exhausted from being shot, run over and head-butting people. He stilled himself for he believed that things would become much more painful before the day was over.
Chapter 2: The Two Masters
Captain Kail Vincont was continuing his door-to-door sweep for the terrorist when he heard the rapid snapping of rifle fire.
He held up his fist to signal his team to discontinue the breach they were about to perform on a locked apartment door. “What dumb grunt is firing his weapon?” He demanded as he snatched the radio off his belt. He held down the button to open communications with a squad down the block, but before he could say anything he heard the team leader yelling in anger.
“Fire! Fire! Kill the bloody savage!”
“Team, rally back up in the Vultre, we need to perform some damage control,” Captain Vincont told his three soldiers. Wait till the Dragon hears we violated his law the day it was decreed.
“ Mitchells, cease fire and follow non-lethal means only!” he ordered into his radio. He knew the order was garbage considering the fact that the Anti-terrorist Suppression Squad had worked exclusively with lethal force for the last half decade. And since the new non-lethal weaponry was yet to be issued, the only weapons the Squad had to defend itself were tazers and riot-shields.
“What? Captain, did you not hear that explosion?” replied Sgt. Mitchells over the radio.
“Don’t care Sergeant, you need to learn to follow the Lord Dragon’s order.”
“There’s another thing Captain,” Mitchells interrupted, “ the suspect in pursuit is a big catch, T Zandal.”
Captain Vincont froze as he considered the severity of the situation then finally replied, “ Its only a ‘big catch’ if you catch the man, Sergeant. Alive!”
Vincont hovered his Vultre between the higher buildings of Industrial District, as he peered out his window in hopes of spotting the fleeing criminal. He knew the terrorist had probably entered through the sewers that flowed out of the city’s walls, and would try to escape the same way.
It had been ten minutes since his sister team and local police had lost sight of T. It angered Vincont, but also gave him time to think. T Zandal is an escaped convict and a surviving remnant of an enemy barbarian nation. He is a thief and a murderer that has fallen in with the Radical Christian Movement, Vincont thought as he veered his aircraft between buildings.
Vincont knew many outcasts and criminals had allied themselves with the Christians, because they were both rejected by society and the Christians welcomed sinners with open arms. But what made T different and shot him up on the wanted charts was the fact that he was always in the presence of Clara Winsfield.
Clara Winsfield was the true person the Dragon wanted behind bars. She would make her way into cities and preach on the street corners about the end times and the Lord Rofi’cul being the Devils puppet on earth. She would incite riots and anti-patriotic sentiment.
Every time the authorities went in for the arrest she would slip away, a ghost walker some associates called her. No matter how tight the traps were to apprehend her; she would slip right through them. Some believed it was due to the fact that, T, who would always follow her or be in her entourage, would put up a viscous fight in order to cause a distraction.
But, Vincont knew that these rumors existed before T even came into the picture. In some ways Vincont was infatuated with the mysterious and elegant Clara, and wondered how she acquired the company of the brutish criminal.
Vincont hid his Vultre in the shadow of a building so he could have a bird’s eye view of one of the many walkway bridges that served as a entrance into the industrial district. He listened to the chatter of the dispatch on his radio and realized the State Police had had the same idea and were staking out the area on the other side of the bridge. He hovered his team between the buildings and watched the bridge silently for a while. Behind him he could hear the steady breathing of his teammates as they waited patiently, he was glad that they at least had discipline, and could teach a thing to Mitchells and his crew.
Finally, Vincont spotted his target moving with caution towards the bridge; he pulled the Vultre out of the shadows of the buildings just as he heard the sirens of squad cars cue up.
What happened next still seemed surreal when Vincont would later reflect upon the situation after. His men took the zip-line out of the Vultre and began to converge on the enemy, but the State Police began ordering his men to stand down. The terrorist then exploded like a whip into violent action, dismantling the State Police and then turning to stare at Vincont's men on the bridge.
When Vincont later asked his men how they lost control of the situation, they would all reply “It was like we were moving in slow motion and he was so fast,” or “Everything just got so hazy.”
Vincont watched from above as his men engaged the terrorist on the bridge. He began shoulder blocking them backwards and tearing off pieces of their armor so he could land a punch or knee into their unprotected spots. As his men started to gain momentum and push back, the terrorist jumped to hang onto the outside of the railing, then swing himself up to get in between them.
Vincont gawked as the realization dawned on him that his men were thoroughly losing the melee. Two of his men where sent over the railing to crack against the shallow water below and the last was delivered a double hammer fist across the face that should have crumpled him, but the terrorist seized him and removed the assault rifle that was strapped across his back.
This caused Vincont to snap out of his daze as the terrorist aimed it at his hovering Vultre. The terrorist opened up on the Vultre as he ran towards it at the same time. Vincont veered it to the left and could hear the impact of rounds all down the vehicles right flank. Something exploded and his vehicle took a dramatic dive, scrapping across the edge of a building.
T, having unloaded the entire clip on the looming Vultre, tossed his empty weapon over the bridge and continued running. His body screamed with pain and his head swam, but was amazed that his shots had managed to take down the Vultre and send it smoking into a building’s third story window with a crash.
He was home free and all he had was about a half a mile, then he could find his sewer exit! He didn’t take his chance; he made sure to stick to the shadows and stay concealed by trying to stay indoors as much as possible to avoid being spotted by other aircrafts.
Finally, in one dark outer warehouse he found what he was looking for. A hatch in the ground in a damp dripping room. It smelled of garbage and decay but to T’s nostrils it smelled like freedom. He leaned against its doorway and caught his breath before stepping forward to the hatch.
He leaned over to unscrew the hatches cover when a dark shape descended upon him from above. It connected hard with his jaw and threw him backwards into the wall. Before he could blink he was hit three more times in rapid secession, the last blow landing hard in his gut and dropping him to his knees. T spit blood out of his mouth and waited for the onslaught to continue, but instead only heard a cold commanding voice.
“You’re the piece of trash that hangs around Clara Winsfield, aren’t you?”
T did not answer but only looked up to see a tall man dressed in assault gear with jet-black hair and close cropped goatee. He also notice the man had shiny insignias on his collar, meaning he was an officer of some sort.
“ You are T Zandall, and you are part of Clara’s entourage!” Came the voice again. T notice that when the man spoke that the side of his left side of his face was a unnatural shade of sun burnt red, and splotches of his black hairs were missing.
T smiled to himself, knowing this man was the pilot of the Vultre he downed, and said, “ I don’t recall the name. I’ve been with a lot of the womenfolk in my day, me being a savage and all.”
He expected the blow that followed and accepted it, but he did not expect to hear what the man said. “You show her such disrespect, you heathen?!” The man grabbed T by the neck and swung him towards the hatch. Author Note: I will continue this story if there is interest. Or just tell everyone my planned ending. I found another one of my longer stories too, but I'm pretty embarrassed by that one lol.


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2023.02.02 21:50 TheRealNixonNixon If your friends jumped off a bridge, would you do it as well?

Yes. I unfortunately know the answer to this question from first hand experience. My name is Nixon, and this is my story.
It was a freezing cold mid-February Saturday afternoon in the 1999. I was 14 years old, living in the suburbs of Chicago with no friends, no confidence, and my outlook on life was as bleak as gray which painted the air that winter day.
My father was aware I was a loner, so he forced one of the other parents in the neighborhood to have their son ask me to hang out with him. I was resistant at first, but after some nagging from my father I eventually caved in and walked over to the kid's house. His name was Freddy, nothing special about his personality. On the surface, it came across that he was striving for normalcy and was hiding any characteristic that would differentiate him from the other kids. His friend Shane rolled up soon after I arrived. Shane was the "popular" kid in the school he went to, and Freddy was his lead apostle. Shane would be the person who knew about all the parties, would make all the decisions, knew the girls, made the plans... and Freddy would just tag along, probably in admiration of Shane's confidence.
I did not like either kid. Within 5 minutes I wanted to jet, but then a few girls showed up. It might have been the first time I ever been in a social setting where the opposite sex chose to be in same vicinity as myself. I knew they were just there to see Shane, but it was an experience for me regardless. One of the girls suggested we all walk down the road to the creek at the end of the street. It was freezing, but everyone else agreed so I didn't have the social integrity to vote against.
Limp Bizkit was THE band of year. I had on that dumb puffy Ecko jacket Fred Durst wore in the Nookie music video, at least I kept fairly warm considering it was 2 degrees outside. But we made it down to the bridge which overlooked creek, I barely said a word the entire walk down there. Everyone bullshitted for a while, two of the girls and Shane passed around a beer and threw stuff into the creek. About 30 minutes in is when things took a turn for the worst.
One of the girls, whose name I remember because it fit her like a glove, was Eve. It is going to sound like bs, but apparently she was known for talking people into doing dumb things. She loved the narrative that she was so similar to the original Eve from the bible, so she tried to run with that facade. I hate her to this day.
Eve brought up the brilliant idea "Hey, do you know what would be awesome? If one of you guys jumped off the bridge into the creek!"
I giggled because it was such a crazy thought. First - it was freaking freezing. Second, we were looking at a 30 foot jump from the bridge into the creek. It was a moronic challenge, so I laughed it off. But she wouldn't let up. Eventually, Freddy said "Nixon, you should do it!"
I was appalled and spoke my mind for the first time being with this crew. I let them know that they were insane if they thought I would jump off the bridge. That only a madman would do that, you would have to been a lunatic. They tried to flip the script and called me a coward, which I pushed back and said "Screw you, I don't see any of you guys volunteering to jump in!"
That gave Shane a layup opportunity to prove again he was better than anyone else. He said "I'll do it" , the girls all cheered, praising his bravery. He stripped down to his boxers, hopped over the railing, stood on the edge, and with the cheerleaders behind who chanted his name, he jumped off the bridge into the creek.
He quickly swam over to the grove surrounding the water, ran back to the bridge, put his clothes back on with everyone (but myself) circled around him clapping, and celebrated his dumb self-absorbed courage. He goes on to exclaim "WOW! that was so much fun... Nixon, you have to try it."
DeJa Vu, the crew started to hound me again, called me a coward and all kinds of non-sense. I pushed back though, because in my mind at the time, there was no way I was going to jump off that bridge."
Freddy, who followed Shane's lead, spoke up at that point and volunteered to jump in. Same scenario, everyone cheered, he stripped down to his boxers, and stepped over the guard rail, and jumped in the creek. It was like watching the same clip over again, he quickly swam to the grove, ran up through the woods back to the bridge, threw on his clothes, and ranted about how amazing of an experience that was.
I should have left, but I felt defeated at that point. Once they all began to peer pressure me into jumping, I said "You know, screw it, I'll do it. But if I die its on your hands."
They all appeared optimistic that I was not going to die, which was dumb optimism because no one really knew anything about me at the time. Little by little though, I could tell I was draining their optimism with some of the choices I made.
First, I opted to keep my clothes on for a couple reasons. For starters, at this point in my life I'm lucky I even talked to a girl, never the less showed some of my skin in front of them. I did not have the confidence to reveal my boney body to those evil temptresses. Also, it was freezing, so I felt it would be smart to have layers on to keep me warm in the water.
My wardrobe decision definitely appeared to cause some confusion, but they still supported my endeavor to jump off the bridge. I stepped over the guard rail, and stood on the edge of bridge overlooking the creek. My entire body was shaking, and the guys must of felt the anxiety emitting from my body because they both came over and said "you know, you don't have to do this"
I was pissed, like soooooo pissed, they would have the audacity to say that to me at that moment. I acknowledged my anger towards them, and they both apologized. They proceeded to give me advice, and emphasized the importance of projected myself off the ledge. If I just dropped, it was extremely shallow and there were rocks and branches sticking out all over the place. I needed to project myself as far as I could horizontally off the bridge.
"Got it" I said. So I used every muscle in my body to jump and slingshot myself off that bridge. Problem though - I have never been an athlete. If anything, I'm the complete opposite of an athlete, so a jump for me is equivalent to a drop for someone else. I don't even know what would happen if I attempted to drop... I'd end up doing a back flip or something.
So I dropped straight down. Shane and Freddy noticed I didn't propel myself off the bridge so they both tried to grab me before I fell, but they were to late. I heard them yell "noooooo don't jump!!"
Time moves slow when you are free falling 30+ feet into an ice cold creek on a 3 degree day. Before I even made it to the water, my leg bounced off a tree limb sticking out under the bridge. My ankle broke in half, it was a complete clean break. I barely felt any pain though, because when I hit the water half a second later, my body immediately went into a paralytic shock since it was so cold. I couldn't move, I could breathe, and blacked out. What saved me was that dumb ass Limp Bizkit Ecko jacket I wore, which acted like a life jacket and kept my head above water when I was unconscious.
From what I was told, the girls ran away once they saw my lifeless body floating down the creek. Lucky for me, there was a Good Samaritan in the woodland area who witnessed what happened, jumped in the creek and saved my life. He had to give me CPR, whole nine yards. The dude saved my life and I still don't know what his name is.
I was in and out of consciousness after he gave me CPR. I finally came too in the hospital room with my father at my side. Scary way to wake up, because my father was an intimating man. If history proved anything, he was going to be PISSSSSSSED that I did something so stupid. But in this instance, he appeared to be charismatic and caring for my emotional state. It was very strange.
Turns out, he thought I was trying to kill myself. Shane and Freddy were scared I was going to die, and were concerned they would be held responsible if I did. So they decided to tell the police and paramedics, that I jumped off the bridge with the intention to kill myself. They claimed they made an attempt at stopping me, but failed.
Their story actually aligned with what the "Good Samaritan" witnessed as well. Apparently the guy, came walked out of his house to get some wood, when he noticed me standing on the other side of the railing over the creek. He noticed I was fully clothed, shaking, and yelling profanity at "my friends." When I jumped, he also saw my friends try to grab me, while yelling not to jump. So from his point of view, it definitely looked like a suicide attempt.
I want to reiterate it was NOT a suicide attempt. It was strictly a confidence and ego issue. I was so horrified to tell my father that I was not trying to harm myself, so instead I went along with the narrative that I was. From there, I had to spend the next 4 years in therapy. My doctor prescribed me anti-depressants, which I never took. My entire high school experience I had to secretly dispose of anti-depressants to give across the impression that I was taking them. Therapy was a nightmare, even though I probably needed therapy, it was all based on a lie so its like I never even went. If anything, it screwed me up more.
I talked to Freddy and Shane maybe one more time in my life. They thanked me for going along with the suicide story. I wanted to punch both of them, but figured it would be easier if I just let it go. Never saw those evil temptresses again either. I will always hate that girl Eve.
So in summary - if your friends jump off a bridge, I HIGHLY recommend that you do NOT jump off as well. It can ruin your life :)
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2023.02.02 21:46 TheRealNixonNixon If your friends jumped off a bridge, would you do it as well?

Yes. I unfortunately know the answer to this question from first hand experience. My name is Nixon, and this is my story.
It was a freezing cold mid-February Saturday afternoon in the 1999. I was 14 years old, living in the suburbs of Chicago with no friends, no confidence, and my outlook on life was as bleak as gray which painted the air that winter day.
My father was aware I was a loner, so he forced one of the other parents in the neighborhood to have their son ask me to hang out with him. I was resistant at first, but after some nagging from my father I eventually caved in and walked over to the kid's house. His name was Freddy, nothing special about his personality. On the surface, it came across that he was striving for normalcy and was hiding any characteristic that would differentiate him from the other kids. His friend Shane rolled up soon after I arrived. Shane was the "popular" kid in the school he went to, and Freddy was his lead apostle. Shane would be the person who knew about all the parties, would make all the decisions, knew the girls, made the plans... and Freddy would just tag along, probably in admiration of Shane's confidence.
I did not like either kid. Within 5 minutes I wanted to jet, but then a few girls showed up. It might have been the first time I ever been in a social setting where the opposite sex chose to be in same vicinity as myself. I knew they were just there to see Shane, but it was an experience for me regardless. One of the girls suggested we all walk down the road to the creek at the end of the street. It was freezing, but everyone else agreed so I didn't have the social integrity to vote against.
Limp Bizkit was THE band of year. I had on that dumb puffy Ecko jacket Fred Durst wore in the Nookie music video, at least I kept fairly warm considering it was 2 degrees outside. But we made it down to the bridge which overlooked creek, I barely said a word the entire walk down there. Everyone bullshitted for a while, two of the girls and Shane passed around a beer and threw stuff into the creek. About 30 minutes in is when things took a turn for the worst.
One of the girls, whose name I remember because it fit her like a glove, was Eve. It is going to sound like bs, but apparently she was known for talking people into doing dumb things. She loved the narrative that she was so similar to the original Eve from the bible, so she tried to run with that facade. I hate her to this day.
Eve brought up the brilliant idea "Hey, do you know what would be awesome? If one of you guys jumped off the bridge into the creek!"
I giggled because it was such a crazy thought. First - it was freaking freezing. Second, we were looking at a 30 foot jump from the bridge into the creek. It was a moronic challenge, so I laughed it off. But she wouldn't let up. Eventually, Freddy said "Nixon, you should do it!"
I was appalled and spoke my mind for the first time being with this crew. I let them know that they were insane if they thought I would jump off the bridge. That only a madman would do that, you would have to been a lunatic. They tried to flip the script and called me a coward, which I pushed back and said "Screw you, I don't see any of you guys volunteering to jump in!"
That gave Shane a layup opportunity to prove again he was better than anyone else. He said "I'll do it" , the girls all cheered, praising his bravery. He stripped down to his boxers, hopped over the railing, stood on the edge, and with the cheerleaders behind who chanted his name, he jumped off the bridge into the creek.
He quickly swam over to the grove surrounding the water, ran back to the bridge, put his clothes back on with everyone (but myself) circled around him clapping, and celebrated his dumb self-absorbed courage. He goes on to exclaim "WOW! that was so much fun... Nixon, you have to try it."
DeJa Vu, the crew started to hound me again, called me a coward and all kinds of non-sense. I pushed back though, because in my mind at the time, there was no way I was going to jump off that bridge."
Freddy, who followed Shane's lead, spoke up at that point and volunteered to jump in. Same scenario, everyone cheered, he stripped down to his boxers, and stepped over the guard rail, and jumped in the creek. It was like watching the same clip over again, he quickly swam to the grove, ran up through the woods back to the bridge, threw on his clothes, and ranted about how amazing of an experience that was.
I should have left, but I felt defeated at that point. Once they all began to peer pressure me into jumping, I said "You know, screw it, I'll do it. But if I die its on your hands."
They all appeared optimistic that I was not going to die, which was dumb optimism because no one really knew anything about me at the time. Little by little though, I could tell I was draining their optimism with some of the choices I made.
First, I opted to keep my clothes on for a couple reasons. For starters, at this point in my life I'm lucky I even talked to a girl, never the less showed some of my skin in front of them. I did not have the confidence to reveal my boney body to those evil temptresses. Also, it was freezing, so I felt it would be smart to have layers on to keep me warm in the water.
My wardrobe decision definitely appeared to cause some confusion, but they still supported my endeavor to jump off the bridge. I stepped over the guard rail, and stood on the edge of bridge overlooking the creek. My entire body was shaking, and the guys must of felt the anxiety emitting from my body because they both came over and said "you know, you don't have to do this"
I was pissed, like soooooo pissed, they would have the audacity to say that to me at that moment. I acknowledged my anger towards them, and they both apologized. They proceeded to give me advice, and emphasized the importance of projected myself off the ledge. If I just dropped, it was extremely shallow and there were rocks and branches sticking out all over the place. I needed to project myself as far as I could horizontally off the bridge.
"Got it" I said. So I used every muscle in my body to jump and slingshot myself off that bridge. Problem though - I have never been an athlete. If anything, I'm the complete opposite of an athlete, so a jump for me is equivalent to a drop for someone else. I don't even know what would happen if I attempted to drop... I'd end up doing a back flip or something.
So I dropped straight down. Shane and Freddy noticed I didn't propel myself off the bridge so they both tried to grab me before I fell, but they were to late. I heard them yell "noooooo don't jump!!"
Time moves slow when you are free falling 30+ feet into an ice cold creek on a 3 degree day. Before I even made it to the water, my leg bounced off a tree limb sticking out under the bridge. My ankle broke in half, it was a complete clean break. I barely felt any pain though, because when I hit the water half a second later, my body immediately went into a paralytic shock since it was so cold. I couldn't move, I could breathe, and blacked out. What saved me was that dumb ass Limp Bizkit Ecko jacket I wore, which acted like a life jacket and kept my head above water when I was unconscious.
From what I was told, the girls ran away once they saw my lifeless body floating down the creek. Lucky for me, there was a Good Samaritan in the woodland area who witnessed what happened, jumped in the creek and saved my life. He had to give me CPR, whole nine yards. The dude saved my life and I still don't know what his name is.
I was in and out of consciousness after he gave me CPR. I finally came too in the hospital room with my father at my side. Scary way to wake up, because my father was an intimating man. If history proved anything, he was going to be PISSSSSSSED that I did something so stupid. But in this instance, he appeared to be charismatic and caring for my emotional state. It was very strange.
Turns out, he thought I was trying to kill myself. Shane and Freddy were scared I was going to die, and were concerned they would be held responsible if I did. So they decided to tell the police and paramedics, that I jumped off the bridge with the intention to kill myself. They claimed they made an attempt at stopping me, but failed.
Their story actually aligned with what the "Good Samaritan" witnessed as well. Apparently the guy, came walked out of his house to get some wood, when he noticed me standing on the other side of the railing over the creek. He noticed I was fully clothed, shaking, and yelling profanity at "my friends." When I jumped, he also saw my friends try to grab me, while yelling not to jump. So from his point of view, it definitely looked like a suicide attempt.
I want to reiterate it was NOT a suicide attempt. It was strictly a confidence and ego issue. I was so horrified to tell my father that I was not trying to harm myself, so instead I went along with the narrative that I was. From there, I had to spend the next 4 years in therapy. My doctor prescribed me anti-depressants, which I never took. My entire high school experience I had to secretly dispose of anti-depressants to give across the impression that I was taking them. Therapy was a nightmare, even though I probably needed therapy, it was all based on a lie so its like I never even went. If anything, it screwed me up more.
I talked to Freddy and Shane maybe one more time in my life. They thanked me for going along with the suicide story. I wanted to punch both of them, but figured it would be easier if I just let it go. Never saw those evil temptresses again either. I will always hate that girl Eve.
So in summary - if your friends jump off a bridge, I HIGHLY recommend that you do NOT jump off as well. It can ruin your life :)
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2023.02.02 20:51 No-Fox1747 MTD 23.3 - NYKnicks

Well, this was my first mock and I am not really sure how to write this properly. Well the knicks weren’t my number 1 option, but they always seemed fun to me. A lot of assets, with young players and that huge amount of picks. Normally i would have decided to rebuild, but with how the season is going, i thought it is more fitting to buy, so that is what i did. Exclaimer: I am no knicks fan, so if I undervalued some of the players, don’t be mad.
MY GOALS:
1st Trade: The 4-Team Bulls Firesale: Involved in this deal were Denver-Utah-Chicago-New York, but I send nothing to both Utah and Denver.
I received: Zach LaVine, Bruce Brown
I send out: Fournier, Rose, Quickley, 23 Top 10 protected FRP via Dallas, 25 unprotected via New York, 27 Top 2 protected FRP via New York (27&28 SRP if Pick doesn’t convey), 2029 Top 6 protected FRP via New York (29 SRP if Pick doesn’t convey).
My Thoughts: So, obviously this is a lot of value given up towards the Bulls. It might even be an overpay. However, this is a total win now move and, in my opinion, improves the roster drastically since you go completely win now. With Randle playing on the level of his All-NBA season and Brunson having an Allstar level season himself, adding another Allstar with who can play on an All-NBA level, firmly moves the knicks towards contention. Losing Quickley is tough, but i do think bruce brown is a player that is 1 or 2 levels above him. He is like a 6’4’’ Draymond Green in my Opinion. And he can give RJ some competition for the starting 3 spot so he doesn’t slack of.
2nd Trade: The Cam Reddish sale: So this was again with the Bulls…
I received: Derrick Jones Jr., Javonte Green
I send out: Svi Mykhailiuk, Cam Reddish, 2024 Top 35 protected SRP via Detroit
My Thoughts: After finalising the Zach LaVine trade i realised one thing. I forgot about the salary Cap. And after Checking, i was about 1 Million above the luxury tax. So this move was mostly to get below that again. Its not like I loved this deal, but i wanted to keep it realistic. You’re not gonna go over the tax by 1 Million. Next year with RJs extension, sure. But not now. Both Cam and the Pick did’t really have value to me, and if Detroit is still bad in 2024, i would still have the pick. With DJJ and Green i’ve got some more wing depth.
My final Thoughts: I am not necessarily thrilled with how the window went, but I am Happy. I full-filled my goals. I do think the trades I made where realistic and did improve the team by a huge amount.
Final Line-Up: PG: Brunson SG: LaVine SF: RJ PF: Randle C: Robinson 6th: Brown (PG/SG/SF) 7th: Grimes (PG/SG/SF) 8th: DJJ (SF/PF) 9th: Toppin (PF) 10th: Sims/Hartenstein (C)
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2023.02.02 17:59 eitca France Travel Guide

France Travel Guide

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One of the most exquisite countries in Europe, which saw a footfall of 100 million tourists in 2020, must be on the list of every travel enthusiast. Known for its language, cuisine, culture, and fashion, the popularity of France is increasing day by day. The best thing about this country is the wide range of experiences it offers. It doesn’t matter if you want to spend your vacation relaxing in a countryside vineyard sipping on some wine or want to go underwater and reunite with nature, France has everything.
Another important thing to know about the country is the fact that it is well connected through roads, and if you want to experience the real France, it should be a point to take a road trip. You can hire a car and get to experience the countryside as authentically as possible. It will not only help you in being truly free from arrival and departure timings but can also lead you to unplanned and impromptu adventures. And those are the kinds of stories that you will want your grandchildren to know!
Let us take a look at some of the destinations in France that you will regret missing –
  1. Paris – Well, no brownie points for guessing this one. Also known as the City of Light, this city has been a crucial part of the modern history of the world. Poets, painters, musicians, most of those who revolutionised art and literature have walked through the streets of Paris. In this French city, love is always in the air, along with the aroma of baked goods and perfume. The Eiffel Tower and Notre Dame Cathedral are of great historical importance.The Louvre Museum has some of the greatest works of art in the world. The Château de Versailles is just a one and a half hour car ride away from Paris and without any argument one of the grandest architectural pieces in the world.
  2. The island of Corsica – To the south of France lies the beautiful island of Corsica. You might have come across this one if you were an Asterix fan.The city of Bastia is famous for its streets, cafes, churches, scenic beauty, and markets. Take a day to walk the beautiful metropolitan area to blend in with locals and absorb the beautiful warm Sun. Take a tour of the Balagne villages which are just a 20 minute drive away. Catching a sunset in the village of Occi can be a magical experience for you.
  3. Nice – The foundation of the city takes us back to the time of the Greeks. It is one of the biggest attractions for international tourists. Nice is widely known by Henri Matisse, the famous painter who lived and worked in this beautiful French city. There are several things that you can do in Nice, such as taking a bus tour around the city or dedicating a day to museums. However, to experience Nice in its truest sense, you must take the cruise from Cannes to Monte Carlo.
  4. Bordeaux – It’s not difficult to locate this name, right? If you are a good old wine lover, you have surely seen Bordeaux many times. This quaint port city is a massive wine hub that reportedly produced 440 million litres of wine in 2020. Apart from the obvious attraction of lovely Bordeaux, this place offers peaceful countryside that is perfect both for you and your gram. Spend a weekend in the region tasting some wine and basking in the sun in one of the gardens that run along the riverside.
  5. Normandy – Although this northern region has a history of injustice, war, and suffering, it is surely a place that you would not want to miss. The Normandy coast gained popularity during the Second World War and has since been one of the major attractions for tourists with historical interest. The region has expansive beaches lined with white-chalk cliffs. The grandeur of the landscape is absolutely breathtaking and sublime. Guess that is the reason why Claude Monet spent a good deal of his life and painted some of his best works in Normandy.
  6. The Alps – If you are an adrenaline junkie, you should not miss the opportunity to visit the part of the Alps that falls under the jurisdiction of France. Outdoor sports such as skiing, snowboarding, mountaineering, and paragliding are some of the activities that will account for some of the central experiences of your life.
  7. Loire Valley – While France equates to romance, not every place in the country will be able to offer you the kind of privacy that you might expect with your loved one. Loire Valley is one such place that will give you the chance to escape with your partner. The serene nature of the valley and the beautiful accommodation options this place has is ideal for a romantic getaway or a honeymoon. It has also been recognised as a World Heritage site by UNESCO.
  8. Dune du Pilat – When in France, there is no reason to miss Europe’s tallest sand dunes. Located in the Arcachon Bay area, it attracts a huge number of tourists every year. You will not only be shocked at the sight of the high dunes, but you must also climb to its peak to see the breathtaking view.
  9. Mont St. Michel, the grand abbey on this island located near Normandy, is a treat for both adults and children. It is said that this beautiful structure was the inspiration behind the famous children’s tale Rapunzel and it also inspired the creative directors of the Disney movie Tangled. Don’t deprive yourself of this beauty when you’re in France.
    Things to do in France
France is more than simply a tourism destination. This lovely nation provides a plethora of things to do and activities.
France not only boasts strong arts, culture, and architecture, but it also offers a diverse cuisine. While most of the lesser-known towns have recently gained a lot of attention, Paris remains one of the most-visited cities in the world. Enjoy the capital by riding along the Seine, circling the Arc de Triomphe, or driving to Versailles.
If you’ve always wanted to visit the most romantic city in the world, driving is the most liberating option. Plan your own schedule and have greater freedom in deciding how to experience France without the hassle of commuting.
These are just a few of France’s most popular tourist destinations. This country has a lot to offer in terms of places to visit and things to see. Being a country of serenity, love, romance, and wine, France is one of the best destinations to visit. The spring months of April and May are the best time to visit France.
If you are planning to go around the country on the road, you must remember that you should possess an international driver’s permit. This will give you the ability to rent a vehicle and drive around to reach your preferred spots.
Although almost all of these tourist destinations are accessible by public transit, it is always a good idea to rent a car as a tourist or foreign visitor. This lets you travel according to your desires, making as many pauses as you wish, even for something as simple as a nice little selfie and making memories, without the driver constantly pressuring you to hurry or disguising their annoyance each time you ask them to stop.
An International Driving Licence France, on the other hand, is a perfectly straightforward answer to this tiny problem that threatens to ruin your vacation mood while in France. With the help of ITCA, you may apply for an international driving licence and obtain your international driver permit France in only a few easy clicks. You may visit these tourist destinations whenever and wherever you choose with your international driving permit in hand. The land of serenity, love, romance, and wine is waiting for you to be explored. Go ahead and book a vacation in France!
France Driving guide
France is a lovely and diverse country with a fascinating history and culture. France is a famous tourist destination for visitors worldwide, thanks to renowned sites such as the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre Museum, and Notre Dame Cathedral. Enjoy delectable French food, world-renowned wines, and picturesque landscapes. France offers something for everyone, from the gorgeous beaches of the French Riviera to the snow-capped summits of the Alps. Whether you enjoy history, art, or outdoor sports, France will have a memorable effect on you. Whether you are visiting France for a short or long time, having an international driver’s licence and a local driver’s licence will provide you with the finest experience.

Car rental in France

If you want to make your vacation as easy as possible but cannot bring your own car, renting a car is an alternative. Finding where to rent a car in France or researching all rental cars might be difficult, but fortunately, car rental guides are widely available.

Required Documentation

Car rental firms have terms and restrictions, so read them before proceeding. The legal criteria for driving a rental automobile in France vary widely; however, the following are the typical requirements:
● Current local driver’s licence.
International driver’s licence according to UN Conventions 1949 or 1968
● Passport.
● For pre-booking, use an international debit or credit card.

THE TYPE OF VEHICLE

Choose from various rental cars to match your personality and holiday mood. Rent a minivan or an economy automobile for a more elegant and cost-effective journey. Compact and family automobiles, which can carry more passengers and luggage, are suitable for family and group travel. In France, you may also hire a premium car as you wish.

THE EXPENSE OF RENTING AN AUTOMOBILE

Car rental in France is less expensive than in any other country. You may rent a car for as little as $12 per day. However, the cost varies based on the type of vehicle rented.
French traffic regulations
Now that you know how to get your rental car, the following section will teach you about the driving regulations in France. This will help you adjust quickly and drive like a Frenchman. Check out the driving regulations and other important facts about driving in France below. Drivers should be mindful of roadside hazards, speed limits, and other limitations. So, before you drive in France, figure out what is unique to you and do a car maintenance check.

DRUNKEN DRIVING IN FRANCE

This is one of the most crucial traffic regulations to remember. Private drivers are allowed a maximum legal blood alcohol level of 0.05%. At the same time, the rate for buses, coaches, and novice drivers with less than three years of experience is limited to 0.02%. Police can perform random breath tests, and such tests, as well as drug testing, are required if a motorist is involved in an accident or commits a significant offence.
Parking regulations
Parking is permitted only on the right side of two-lane roads and both sides of large one-way streets. Yellow lines or street signs indicate restrictions and dashed yellow lines indicate that parking is not permitted. Parking metres and machines that accept credit or debit card payments are indicated by street signage.
Your car will be towed and seized if you park illegally. You must go to your local police station, pay the fine, and then release the car.
Horning caution
At specific times of the day, a horn must immediately inform other road users. In France, you must flash your low lights to warn of an approaching vehicle from dusk until morning. Horns are absolutely forbidden in all metropolitan areas, save in extreme cases. Horns with several tones, sirens, and whistles are also forbidden. You should also constantly use low beams.

FINES AND FORFEITURE RULES

The police can fine drivers up to €750 on the spot for breaking traffic laws. The police have the authority to seize the car until payment is made. You can pay in Euro cash, French bank checks, or traveller’s checks. The car and driver’s licence may be seized in specific situations. You should know everything if you don’t want your domestic driver’s licence seized in France.
  1. If you are stopped or checked by the police and do not stop throughout the course of the check,
  2. Driving without a valid driver’s licence or insurance
  3. exceeding the speed limit by more than 50 km/h.
  4. Multiple offences
  5. in the event of a hit-and-run.
  6. Operating a vehicle with the incorrect category licence, which does not cover that vehicle.
In the above scenario, your vehicle may already be the property of the French government.
Speed limit
Remember that France’s national speed restrictions are measured in kilometres and meters. All road signs and lane markers are in metric units. The speed limit is 130 kilometres per hour. The speed limit on non-urban highways is 80 km/h, whereas, in urban areas, it is 50 km/h. Drivers with EU licences who exceed the speed limit by more than 40 km/h will have their licences revoked.
Seat belt legislation
Seat belts must be worn at all times by both the driver and the passenger. The driver must ensure that all passengers, especially those under 18, wear seat belts for adequate vehicle support. If a child under age 10 is seen sitting in the front seat without a seatbelt or in a child’s seat, the driver faces a €135 fine. Adult passengers who crash without wearing a helmet or a seat belt will be fined an extra 135 euros.
Legal driving age
According to French highway regulations, one must be at least 18 years old to drive. Generally comparable to other countries, the driver must be at least 21 years old to qualify for car rentals. Some rental firms may rent to people at 18, but waiting until the minimum rental conditions are met is preferable. If you are under the legal driving age, do not drive on French roads, especially on slopes.
Overtaking rule
Overtaking is a right-hand traffic concept, whereas overtaking is a left-hand traffic principle. On slow-moving highways, you can overtake other cars on the right side in some circumstances when heavy traffic limits a specific lane. Ensure there are no incoming cars that might cause an accident when passing.
The driving side
Like most other countries, the French drive on the right side of the road. If you have a rental car and have never driven on the right side previously, you should practise driving it before you go.

Drive as though you are a native of France.

Tourists are permitted to drive in France. Driving in France requires an IDP, or international driving permit. A verified translation must accompany all valid domestic driver’s licences for tourists if they want to drive a car in France. The International Driving Permit, a legal document translation, is available at e-itca.org if you want to drive on your own in France. When driving in a foreign nation, you must have an IDP. E-ITCA.org also provides an international driving permit France with express shipping globally.
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Central Division Standings

Team GP Record Points Goals For Goals Against
Dallas Stars 51 28-13-10 66 173 133
Winnipeg Jets 52 32-19-1 65 166 137
Minnesota Wild 48 27-17-4 58 151 138
Colorado Avalanche 48 27-18-3 57 151 133
Nashville Predators 48 24-18-6 54 137 141
St. Louis Blues 51 23-25-3 49 156 185
Arizona Coyotes 50 16-28-6 38 131 177
Chicago Blackhawks 48 15-29-4 34 118 176

Team Stats and League Ranking

Stat Value Rank
Points % 48.0% 25th
Goals/Game 3.0 24th
Goals Against/Game 3.6 26th
PP % 22.9% 25th
PP Goals 33.0 19th
PP Opportunities 144.0 27th
PK % 76.2% 22nd
PP Goals Against 30.0 12th
Shots/Game 28.8 29th
Shots Allowed/Game 31.9 23rd
Score First Win % 71.4% 10th
Opponent Score First Win % 13.0% 32nd
Leading After First Win % 76.9% 12th
Leading After Second Win % 88.2% 12th
Outshot Opponent Win % 43.8% 26th
Outshot By Opponent Win % 45.2% 26th
Faceoff Win % 50.6% 14th
Shooting % 10.4% 10th
Save % 88.7% 29th

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2023.02.02 08:30 CursedCrouch The Everymen : Golden Age WW2 Heroes - Thoughts Welcome

The Everymen : Golden Age WW2 Heroes - Thoughts Welcome

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The Everymen: The world's first ever Superhero Team. Banding together in the late 1930s, Vigilantes and superpowered being such as the Gunslinging Outlaw, the Brawling and Tech Savvy Hornet, the otherworldly Stretch, and the Bulletproof Strongman, Flagbearer. Originally banding together as a crimefighting force in New York City, their actions would reach national attention. When the second World War was on the rise, these crimefighters were tasked with becoming wartime heroes. Throughout their European campaign, the Everymen went through hell and back on multiple successful missions. During this time, another member would be added to the roster: Thunderbolt! The first ever female hero on the team, and the future wife of the Hornet. After the war, the heroes were lifted to the title of legends. They now still reside in New York City. It's business as usual. But the city has gotten stranger over the years. More heroes AND villains popping out of the woodwork. But if anyone can keep some level of law and order on the streets, it's the EVERYMEN
Thomas Adams- The Hornet: The First public vigilante to knowledge, mechanic, Thomas Adams became the hornet in 1937. Born to an Irish-Italian household, Thomas grew up with his parents and two younger brothers. Always a fighter at heart, Tom saw what his neighborhood was coming to and he didn't like it one bit. Finally, it came to a head when his middle brother, Connor, got caught up in mob activity, losing his life in the process. Donning a yellow ski cap that would eventually evolve into a full blown costume, Thomas became the hornet, an initially brutal vigilante, focused entirely on organized crime. When joining the Everymen, Hornet gained a larger perspective on the world around him and realized just how much good he could do instead of just seeking vengeance. Serving as an inventor and mechanic for the team, his brain is just as dangerous as his brawn.
Jesse King- The Outlaw: Not much is known about Jesse King's life before donning his iconic cowboy hat, and bandana. With no trace of a mother and father, Jesse was lost to the foster system of West Texas. He had a mean streak in him for sure. In some ways, it's surprising he didn't turn into a real outlaw. When he was just 16, he had beaten two men to death for the attempted assault of a woman. By the time police arrived, it was a mess with Jesse sitting there with a bloody grin. It wouldn't be until he was 18 and out of the system that he donned his alter ego: The Outlaw. A brutal Southern vigilante, stopping all sorts of robberies under the Mason Dixon line. However, when he returned the money, it always seemed to be a bit lighter than expected. Though it never troubled the townsfolk, as it seemed they became a lot more generous with their spending when the Outlaw left town. Making his way up North, he became persuaded to join the team after a chance encounter with the Hornet, and has worked with the team ever since. If you're ever in a pinch, this dark horse is the one you want to ride with.
Real Name Unknown-Stretch: Whether he came from the stars, some frozen glacier, or a government experiment, almost nothing is known about the silent, smiling, elastic man of the team. Appearing one day out of a Manhattan sewer grate, Stretch saved multiple falling citizens from a disastrous fire by becoming a "human" trampoline for them to fall on as a cushion. After that, he simply kept helping people. Although he cannot speak any verbal language it seems that he comprehends any language spoken to him, which made the conversation to join the team rather easy. While he has the body of a grown man, Stretch is rather innocent at heart, exhibiting traits more like that of a child at times. Often something of a silent moral compass, he pushes to help as many people as he can, by any means. Though he's not the strongest fighter, this Everyman is a more than worthy adversary for any scenario or evildoer at that.
Samuel Smith- The Flagbearer: The final member of the original Everyman, Samuel Smith was a red blooded American through and through. He loved his country and every person who lived in it. So when an experimental chemical explosion on his military base caused him to develop bulletproof skin and inhuman strength, he chose to serve his country to the best of his ability. Which at the time led to him the identity of Flagbearer, the first government sanctioned superhero. Joining as the final member of the Everymen, Sam brought a much needed organization to the group. This included strategies on crimefighting, patrols, and proper navigation of New York. When WW2 came to America's doorstep, it was Flagbearer who brought the Everymen to the table to serve. He believes in his duty and his teammates, and will do what he can to preserve justice and morality for citizens all across America and the world. That is his flag to bear
Carol Harris- Thunderbolt(Not seen in photo): A lab assistant at the Office of Scientific Research and Development, Carol Harris was caught in a near fatal explosion when testing a new experimental rocket. After waking up in the hospital, Carol learned that she had developed superspeed as fast as a jet engine. After the US government discovered this power, they decided to train her and put her on the frontlines as a part of the OSS, working hand in hand with the Everymen. It was during one of these missions that Hornet and Thunderbolt began to develop feelings for one another, which would later blossom into a loving friendship and relationship. Her comprehension and reaction skills topple the rest of the Everymen and it seemed her abilities in combat and in the war room proved herself more than useful. Becoming an unofficial member to the Everymen through war photographers placing them together, and newspapers back home, it was October 1, 1945, when Thunderbolt was officially granted membership into the Everymen. With all that speed and brains too, Thunderbolt packs a punch you'll never see coming
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2023.02.02 06:18 Sad-Damage8701 2001-2004 political-cultural climate starter pack (Dave helped us get through these times)

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