WorldInConflict Ruler Asked: How’s the beginning of my story?

This is just part of chapter 1 to my story called, Vendetta, that covers exposition.It is a very rough, rough draft, so please criticize freely Wish I could post more!

Snow motes drifted lazily down from the skies above onto the bleak landscape, marked heavily by numerous oil drilling facilities.The effects of industrialization had pocketed the surrounding and once flourishing lands with massive sinkholes and had consumed the vast forest that had graced the land only years before.Masses of red-plumed men milled around the area, some controlling the oil derricks with tactful expertise and others scurrying about like a colony of curiously erratic ants.The area was surrounded by an insurmountable particle shield, designed to halt any physical presence from entering unless the heavily guarded shield generator located in the center of the operation was in some way incapacitated.Interior and exterior travel were strictly monitored by paramilitary guards.Workers were designated daily schedules that, if not met, would result in unspeakable consequences.A close friend might disappear in the middle of the night or undergo what the Company referred to as Re-institutionalization.The offender would return, twitching and mumbling irrational fears and thoughts, and behave like the good little colonist that they were expected to be.Many learned in the Old Worlds teachings drew allusions to the Nazis concentration camps and the treatment of slaves on plantations.The only vehicles that came and went were supply convoys that did little to alleviate the obviously horrifying conditions in which the employees lived and worked.

In the Old World, this area was colloquially known as Moscow, Russia.Now in the New Order, the city was still called Moscow, but the country in which it resides was known as the United Russo-Federation.Within the collapsed remnants of the once glorious city is the headquarters of the most powerful corporation in the world, GOD.GOD stands for Golovko, Oil and Demand, and is aptly named:GOD, the sole owner of all the oil, now the most precious substance in the world, has shaped and continues to shape world policies to fit their corrupted agenda.

The year is 2075, only 40 years after the Old World ended and after life as everyone knew it ended.It all started in 2016.Following escalations of tension between Israel and Iran, Israel decided to preemptively strike and simultaneously wipe out Irans nuclear capacity, which under UN ignorance and appeasement, had grown to multiple highly destructive warheads.Full-blown war erupted and threatened to engulf the world in a mutually assured nuclear armageddon.The United States at first refused to take part in the war, adhering ever more to its isolationist policy introduced in 2014.Israel, helpless and beset by many of its Muslim enemies, had no choice but to use a tactical nuclear warhead at the Battle of Jerusalem (2019), killing over 500,000 thousand men.In retaliation, Iran unleashed multiple warheads across the Jewish state.Even as the reports started rolling in, it was clear that the death tolls would reach the millions.The United States had no choice but to eventually step in and end the fighting.

The war had crippled the worlds oil reserves and the United States was in dire need of it.Through clever manipulation and corporate intelligence, a man by the name of Vasilli Golovko had monopolized nearly all the worlds oil supply.By 2025, oil had surpassed $1000 a barrel and by 2027, the United States was all but owned by foreign investors, especially China.Anarchy reigned supreme throughout the world.The UN and NATO had merged to become the entity known as the Coalition, whose sole purpose was to bring order to the chaotic world, through whatever means necessary.As is natural, the Coalition and GOD often clashed with one another for world supremacy…

Carlson Frost certainly felt bad enough to clash his head with the mahogany table in front of him.He had mentally replayed what the company holograms had explicitly ingrained within his brain over and over because it was certainly better than listening to the drabble that was going on around him.

These new nuclear reactors will do wonders to our profit margins, a very enthusiastic Kevin Wolcott urged.Middle-aged and slightly balding in the center of his head, which was adorned with a mass of graying hair, Kevin was GODs premier technician.Drooping black eyes and a cynical smile gave the impression to many who viewed him that they were meeting some long lost incestuous uncle.Those that judged him too quickly never got to realize how jolly and spontaneous Kevin was, especially about his life calling.He was good.Now, he clamored noisily onto the desk, knocking his chair clean over and spilling a cup of cold coffee onto the woman sitting beside him, obviously trying to make up for his miniscule presence…

Joe Brooks Asked: landscape and design?

what are the main issues regarding landscape architecture?

WorldInConflict Ruler Asked: Intro to story any good?

This is just the introduction to my story called, Vendetta, that covers the background of the story and is far from finished.It is a very rough, rough draft, so please criticize freely

WARNING: Wall of text inbound

Snow motes drifted lazily down from the skies above onto the bleak landscape, marked heavily by numerous oil drilling facilities.The effects of industrialization had pocketed the surrounding and once flourishing lands with massive sinkholes and had consumed the vast forest that had graced the land only years before.Masses of red-plumed men milled around the area, some controlling the oil derricks with tactful expertise and others scurrying about like a colony of curiously erratic ants.The area was surrounded by an insurmountable particle shield, designed to halt any physical presence from entering unless the heavily guarded shield generator located in the center of the operation was in some way incapacitated.Interior and exterior travel were strictly monitored by paramilitary guards.Workers were designated daily schedules that, if not met, would result in unspeakable consequences.A close friend might disappear in the middle of the night or undergo what the Company referred to as Re-institutionalization.The offender would return, twitching and mumbling irrational fears and thoughts, and behave like the good little colonist that they were expected to be.Many learned in the Old Worlds teachings drew allusions to the Nazis concentration camps and the treatment of slaves on plantations.The only vehicles that came and went were supply convoys that did little to alleviate the obviously horrifying conditions in which the employees lived and worked.

In the Old World, this area was colloquially known as Moscow, Russia.Now in the New Order, the city was still called Moscow, but the country in which it resides was known as the United Russo-Federation.Within the collapsed remnants of the once glorious city is the headquarters of the most powerful corporation in the world, GOD.GOD stands for Golovko, Oil and Demand, and is aptly named:GOD, the sole owner of all the oil, now the most precious substance in the world, has shaped and continues to shape world policies to fit their corrupted agenda.

The year is 2075, only 40 years after the Old World ended and after life as everyone knew it ended.It all started in 2016.Following escalations of tension between Israel and Iran, Israel decided to preemptively strike and simultaneously wipe out Irans nuclear capacity, which under UN ignorance and appeasement, had grown to multiple highly destructive warheads.Full-blown war erupted and threatened to engulf the world in a mutually assured nuclear armageddon.The United States at first refused to take part in the war, adhering ever more to its isolationist policy introduced in 2014.Israel, helpless and beset by many of its Muslim enemies, had no choice but to use a tactical nuclear warhead at the Battle of Jerusalem (2019), killing over 500,000 thousand men.In retaliation, Iran unleashed multiple warheads across the Jewish state.Even as the reports started rolling in, it was clear that the death tolls would reach the millions.The United States eventually stepped in and ended the fighting.

The war had crippled the worlds oil reserves and the United States was in dire need of it.Through clever manipulation and corporate intelligence, a man by the name of Vasilli Golovko had monopolized nearly all the worlds oil supply.By 2025, oil had surpassed $1000 a barrel and by 2027, the United States was all but owned by foreign investors, especially China.Anarchy reigned supreme throughout the world.The UN and NATO had merged to become the entity known as the Coalition, whose sole purpose was to bring order to the chaotic world, through whatever means necessary….

silly girl Asked: What kind of education is required to design/build a minigolf course?

My dream is to design and build my own mini golf course one day, but I don't want to totally rely on hiring a company to do it. Should I pursue a degree in something like landscape architecture or civil engineering? Another degree? What would be the best option?

Aurelie Asked: Difference between: architectural design, landscape design, interior design and environmental design

I'm looking for universities throughout the world and is interested in the interior design course. but in all cases the programs are either architectural design, landscape design, interior design or environmental design. they do not really offer all of them together; i mean in the same university.

could anyone help me understand their difference???
thx!!! XD

Joe Asked: Architecture or environmental design?

I am currently studying architecture in undergrad and I do like it. However, sometimes I like it and sometimes I really hate it and wish I didn't have to do it. I like some aspects of the major, I am thinking of switching to environmental design to broaden my interest area so I get a well rounded education so by the time I get to grad school I will really know exactly what I want to do (landscape architecture, architecture, urban planning..etc.) What do you think is a good choice, anyone with similar situation or experiences?

Snowhite Asked: Access 2007 Please help me!!!?

1. View the form in Design view. Set the theme of the form to Trek. Resize all of the controls in the Detail section to 0.25 inches in height and 1.5 inches in width.

2. View the form in Form view. Use Filter by Form to find the students who have Critical Reading scores of at least 600 (>=600) and Mathematics scores of at least 600.. Close the SAT Scores table and save the changes when prompted.

3. Create a simple report based on the Students Info table. Delete the Proposed Major column from the report. Set the Page Layout to Landscape and ensure that the margin is set to Narrow.

4. Resize the Student ID column width to 0.8 inches, and set the Student Last Name and Student First Name column widths to 1.4 inches. Save the report with the name Students Info Report. Close the report.

SkyAngel Asked: Sylvia Plath Poem Interpretation- Black Rook in Rainy Weather?

I'm having difficulty with this poem. What interesting observations can you make? (diction, detail, imagery, syntax, stanzas?)

What do you notice about the writer's art and its effects?

What lines specifically or words capture the theme of this poem especially well?

What do you think this poem is trying to convey/ the central themes/ big ideas of the poem?

Black Rook in Rainy Weather

On the stiff twig up there
Hunches a wet black rook
Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain.
I do not expect a miracle
Or an accident

To set the sight on fire
In my eye, not seek
Any more in the desultory weather some design,
But let spotted leaves fall as they fall,
Without ceremony, or portent.

Although, I admit, I desire,
Occasionally, some backtalk
From the mute sky, I can't honestly complain:
A certain minor light may still
Leap incandescent

Out of the kitchen table or chair
As if a celestial burning took
Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then —
Thus hallowing an interval
Otherwise inconsequent

By bestowing largesse, honor,
One might say love. At any rate, I now walk
Wary (for it could happen
Even in this dull, ruinous landscape); sceptical,
Yet politic; ignorant

Of whatever angel may choose to flare
Suddenly at my elbow. I only know that a rook
Ordering its black feathers can so shine
As to seize my senses, haul
My eyelids up, and grant

A brief respite from fear
Of total neutrality. With luck,
Trekking stubborn through this season
Of fatigue, I shall
Patch together a content

Of sorts. Miracles occur,
If you care to call those spasmodic
Tricks of radiance miracles. The wait's begun again,
The long wait for the angel.
For that rare, random descent.

labinki Asked: Please, I need a title for this descriptive essay, it has to be catchy, sparking, and to summarize t

Every day we see the shocking results of earthquakes, such as human and material losses around the world in television, newspapers, and news bulletins. But what the media is not able to portray is the dreadful consequences that most people have to go through after experiencing an earthquake. And I am not referring necessarily to those whose houses are destroyed, or those who lose a loved one. Of course, that is terrible too, but for some people, including myself, the worst result of an earthquake is the inexorable and disturbing remembrance that is engraved forever in the memory of those who are witnesses. I have the bad luck of being one of those people. Though it has been five years since the incident, I still recall vividly all the details of it.
It was a typical morning in our city of Lima, Peru: People went about their daily routines as the cloudless morning sky reigned above the city. The street in front of me was completely deserted except for me and another pedestrian; it must have been 7 oclock. My hands were shaking with cold as I slackly walked over the rough, gray, dirty, and ill-asphalted paving. My lungs were filled with the unmistakable smell of salt, fish, and sea, carried by the humid air of Limas cold atmosphere as I made my way to the nearest bus station, which was separated from my house by three long blocks full of two-story houses with gardens. Sour rain drops fell onto my forehead with every step, forcing their way down to my lips, compelling me to taste their tangy, bitter flavor, while the far away sounds of starting car engines forged a raspy-tuned rhapsody that echoed across the capital.
Backpack on my back, coat buttoned up to my neck, I finally arrived to the wide and seemingly infinite Bolivar Avenue, ready to take the white bus with two horizontal strips of blue that would get me to the front door of my school. Painfully oblivious to the lurking danger that lied ahead of me, I sat down on the black bench alone, waiting for my bus to come, as more and more people began populating my landscape. The dream of the previous night disappeared swiftly as the new sun began to shine above us. All of a sudden, a weak, almost imperceptible tremor began rhythmically taking hold of the city. Then it became like a monster rising from death, emerging from shadowy depths, unleashing its long repressed being into a powerful wave radiating from the very core of the world to its surface, ready to shake the stars themselves. Buildings shook like dices shaken in the palm of an expert Backgammon player, walls undulated as if they were banners, and concrete two-story houses seemed about to collapse like mere card houses. Children around me were crying aloud as tight-lipped, wild-eyed adults ran randomly across the streets, as if searching for the exit door of a building in flames. With my legs shaking, I tried to make my way back home.
Then slowly, almost reluctantly, the earth began to come back to itself. As I watched the smoke coming out from the rubble, like phantoms writhing in anguish, I realized that the city into which I was born, and raised, seemed now like a new place, a new, cold, distant, and meaningless place. Everything silent, everything quiet, opening from the heart of stillness, an awful truth blossomed in my chest: This place was no longer the home I knew. And even though my family and my house had come unscathed from the ordeal, I could not help but feeling a sense of loss. I felt as if I would have traded the happy memories of my childhood, memories destroyed along with the streets, parks, and the church that had seen me grow up and are now rebuilt in a new design; in return for the dreadful memory of having been a first-hand witness of a frightful and almost catastrophic earthquake.

Parkour Gal Asked: I’m looking for a creation app…?

Hi, I am looking for an app designed for the iPad or the iPhone that allows me to create things. What I mean is, creating a person (with style, skin tone, hair, stuff like that) or creating landscapes. It has to be free please. Just give me any games that are in the "creation zone" and I'll be happy.