Articles which appear on AdventuresInCapitalism.com are automatically added to the archives as is. Neither AdventuresInCapitalism.com nor any He never stops talking. Narrating a cavalcade of all the faults wrought against him by his dear departed father. His companion nods serenely, but does not interrupt. Mr. Redd does not appreciate interruptions. He flashes forward. His lance plunges through A’habbat’s stomach. He laughs. Laughs? Whatever sound is made, it is only the apparent glee of its maker that names it so. The Americans build of themselves a great and hateful engine, and throw their children before Moloch reborn forever.

Fools we are, but we are the Fool’s fools,” A’habbat says. She taps her spear on the ground and it splits it into seven parts. “That will have to do, Fawn.” Imagine now, the deepest point of the Abyss, the rotting Qlippothic tree, the Pit of Benthos' Hell… Go!” Emma cries, dropping to the ground. The seventh bride is able to stand; she clutches the hole in her stomach with one hand, and takes up the spear that pierced her in the other. She forms a sign of Waymaking with a bloody hand, and vanishes in a swirl of darkwater and whalesong.Stranger, M. (2010). Surface and substructure: Beneath surfing’s commodified surface. Sport in Society, 13(7–8), 117–1134. Then! With a jerk of the wrist, she snaps her chains. Pulls them apart like so much old thread. Stands up. Stretches. Wipes the blood from her nose and spits out a tooth. He filed through his chain and clawed his way to freedom, he ran far away, changed his name and his face, started again. The Anderson Factory slunk into the shadows, and he built toys just as he dreamed. All was not well, but it was well enough. He began thinking of an heir. She is found out. People talk down here in the Way-warrens; she’s been recognized. Reggie’s girl. Worth a pretty penny to some parties. She is pursued. She runs. She runs and runs and runs and the worlds blend together and the Ways overlap. The maelstrom sweeps her pursuers away, sweeps her away.

Also worthy of mention is the carpenter who bid to put up a bookcase: he wouldn’t paint it, he said (“I never do the painting”) but about a month later sent me a quote for 1,620. A chap who offered to install it and paint it, quoted me 3,105. I can only imagine he was going to use liquid gold. One explanation for these prices, other than that I look like a rich mug, is that Britain is now so fully employed that it’s become harder to find workers, be it baggage handlers or builders (I’m perfectly willing to buy happiness, but no one will take my money). But this doesn’t by itself explain why our way of life feels so stretched, despite what we are constantly told are the blessings of modernity.Butz, K. (2012). Grinding California: Culture and corporeality in American skate punk. Bielefeld, Germany: Transcript.

The seventh bride spits blood and dark water in her father’s face. She wrenches herself free, blood and plume-smoke pouring out of the wound, and stabs him in the stomach. Harker jumps over her shoulder for the assist. He kills the Misters, he kills the Misses, he kills the workers and the guards and tears the wiring out of the drones and he won’t stop talking. Felicia Huertes was born to Michael and Anita Huertes in Portland, Maine. She went to school which she greatly enjoyed, and became the older sister of her little brother Jeremy. One day, Reginald Wondertainment, wanting an heir to inherit his company, called a sixteen year old Felicia over to a dinner to conduct an "interview" for her employment into the company. Although she didn't remember ever applying for a job in Dr. Wondertainment, Felicia decided to go anyway. The gods and all their hosts descend from the heavens and rise from the abyss, to make war with each other. The King stumbles. Isabel lands on the darkness. He turns, and in turning to face her again he falls to one knee. Blood burning sunbeam gold drips from his wound. He lifts his left hand, and his shattered weapon, he makes as if to drag himself forward.

Beal, B., & Weidman, L. (2003). Authenticity in the skateboarding world. In R. Rinehart & S. Sydnor (Eds.), To the extreme: Alternative sports inside and out (pp. 337–352). Albany, NY: State University of New York Press. Past performance of Praetorian Capital Fund LLC and its feeder fund Praetorian Capital Offshore Ltd. (collectively, the “Funds”) is not indicative of future results. No representations or warranties of any kind are made or intended, and none should be inferred, with respect to the economic return or the tax consequences from a potential investment in the Funds. Each investor should consult their own counsel and accountant for advice concerning the various legal, tax and economic matters concerning their investment. The information provided herein does not constitute an offer to sell an interest in the Funds. Such offer can only be made to qualified investors pursuant to the Funds’ Confidential Private Placement Memorandum (“Offering Memorandum”), the Subscription Documents relating thereto and the Limited Liability Company Agreement, as applicable, which set forth the complete terms of the offer. Adventures in Capitalism Hub" by Djoric, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/adventures-in-capitalism-hub. Licensed under CC-BY-SA.

Coates, E., Clayton, B., & Humberstone, B. (2010). A battle for control: Exchanges of power in the subculture of snowboarding. Sport in Society, 13(7–8), 1082–1101. Open upon the dark and starless mists. There is a man there in the stillness, wearing the robes of the Thirty-Six. He is praying: lips move, there is no sound. He is weeping. At his feet lie two mangled bodies. He builds a cairn for each. There is little left to bury. The pair keep running into him, all over that cosmic crossroad marketplace. Each time he’s selling something new. He balances scams like spinning plates. Emma tears a Leviathan in two from jaws to tail and launches herself forward; not at the throne, but just off-center. Towards the smallest bride pinned to the barnacles and bones. She lands on the smooth grey flank, digs her fingers into the spear, and with the one cry of strain of this entire sequence, pulls it out. The seal is broken. The seventh bride is freed. The spear drops to the stone with the sound of tectonic thunder.A’habbat steps forth, the spear in her hand. The girl Grace is by her side, dressed as her patroness. The bastard Empress, veiled in gold and red, clasps a trinket of Zhos’ to her chest. Harker the Fist chomps on a cigar, dumps the remnants of a great goblin shark on the ground. S.D. is last, riding upon the DEER and wearing a different body. Take a universe, and cut it open. Make it bleed. Spill its guts out. Tear the corpse into chunks. Mix it with another, and another, on and on through thousands and ten thousands until it is an ocean on the face of the cosmos, and that is the Abyss. The bathysphere’s lights barely illuminate the crimson depths. Shadowed figures, teeth sharp, swim about in the ethereal viscera. There is a funeral on Mars. No one was invited, but two guests show up anyway. Emma carries an umbrella, though the blue-white sun is weak in the Martian morning. Isabel cleans the sand off the solar panels and wakes Opportunity up for one last time, to send the girl off.