[Commissioned by @justicegundam82. An Italian giant, one said to cause earthquakes. Not a lot is available in English, and most of the readily Google translatable material I could find were about earthquakes, not giants.]
Orcolat This immense giant has gray, craggy skin, a furrowed brow and a maw full of jagged teeth. It wears merely a loincloth, and carries an enormous spiked club. The ground trembles under its feet.
Orcolats, called earthquake giants by some, are enormous and ill-tempered giants responsible for many temblors and avalanches. They live in high mountain caves, hunting rocs, megafauna and other massive creatures for food. Orcolats are cannibals of a sort, and they will gladly prey on smaller giants if they get the opportunity. They are large enough to shake the ground around them as they walk, but can create even more intense earthquakes through magical means.
An orcolat is a dim and stupid creature, and has little culture beyond crafting of simple weapons. They have an inborn sadistic urge, and enjoy hurting creatures smaller than themselves (which is almost everything). Cleverer giants frequently manipulate them with gifts and food, getting them to provide security for cloud castles and other remote strongholds. According to giant lore, the orcolats are the products of a divine curse—their ancestors wished to be even larger and stronger than they were, and as their bodies swelled, their brains atrophied.
The average orcolat stands sixty feet tall. They speak Giant in halting voices, and rarely have vocabularies more than 100 words.
After a mega-earthquake hit the coast of Chile 3,800 years ago, it appears that hunter-gatherers in the Atacama Desert abandoned the area and didn’t return for more than 1,000 years.
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Insanity comes from doing the same things over and over again with no results.
I GET RESULTS BITCHES.
Madness and anger are what the prophets are given in days of retribution.
There is a reason for that, I am not here to argue with you about how you would LIKE God, the only God there is, to speak to you.
I work for God, Lord of all. Period. I work for no man. You don’t like what I have to say, I don’t care. I am simply here to sound the death keel of many.
Which includes you.
Each and every one of you lukewarm shits, and I mean that in the dictionary sense, will die according to your actions.
If you sat on here and read, never raising your voice to cover the back of Gods prophetess, then you will die. Some of you will lose everything including your families first, so saith the Lord your God the only one there is.
You don’t get to pick and choose who God is and you don’t get to pick and choose how He does things and you most certainly don’t get to pick and choose who He sends as the harbinger of your judgment and who gets to pass out the judgment.
I most definitely have been passing out the judgments myself and enacting them through magick as well. That’s all me, this whole time, all your woes, and not a single one of you will stand by the time I am through. Even those so-called “Christians”, fakers, lukewarm shits, who pretend with the rest of you who I can psychically see and find through the power given to me through the HOLY GHOST, will get what’s coming to them. That is a promise.
The only reason for this tumblr was to make sure all you fakers and scared shits, knew who was judging you and who gets to pass out the judgment.
Every last satanist, that includes the lukewarm retards that God has vomited out of His mouth will meet Death and Hades.
It is done. May the pain and death rain. Amen. As above so below so mote it be.
Ten years ago today, a 5.8 magnitude earthquake rocked Virginia and Washington, DC, making a scary ride for the visitors at the top of the Washington Monument! The monument was closed for for repairs until 2014.
On Saturday, September 1st, 1923, a magnitude 7.9 earthquake struck the Kantō plain on the Japanese island of Honshū. The quake devastated nearby Tokyo, toppling buildings and setting the city ablaze, killing approximately 100,000 people.
This was the largest earthquake on Japanese record, and was only recently surpassed by the 2011 Tōhoku earthquake.
It was a damp, dark and dismal sort of day, and Algy had that inevitable “HOW long did you say it was till spring?” October Tuesday feeling…
When he could see the sky at all it was a uniform pale grey from edge to edge, but that was only when it was not obscured by a thick blanket of fine Scotch mist, which descended at intervals throughout the day, sprinkling everything with minute drops of water, lifting only briefly from time to time to reveal the blank sky before it settled down again.
Looking for a place which provided sufficient shelter for a fluffy bird to relax and ponder on life, the weather, and the seasons, Algy spotted an inviting ivy-covered nook by an old stone wall, and there he reclined, tucking himself in among the dense foliage which, owing to the “mild” temperate Celtic rainforest climate, was still lush and green.
For once there was no wind… no wind at all… and everything was muffled and hushed by the dense Scotch mist, with the silence broken only by occasional faint and muted natural sounds. At odd moments the robins tweeted snatches of unfinished songs, and twice Algy heard geese calling as they flew overhead. He would have loved to see them, for the arrival of the migratory geese in autumn was something to celebrate, but on the first occasion he could see nothing at all but the mist, and the second time he saw only some faint, shadowy shapes passing high overhead.
And then suddenly the silence was broken by a quiet but insistent and strangely ominous rumbling, which quickly grew rather louder and nearer, then just as quickly rolled away again, with a faint trembling of the ground as it passed. It lasted for only a matter of seconds, but Algy felt rather shaken even so, for all creatures respond instinctively to an earthquake, even if it is only a tiny wee one. (Algy is quite sure that his Californian friends, and others who live in earthquake zones, would laugh at the trifling shakes experienced in the Scottish Highlands!).
Once he was sure that everything was calm and still again, Algy leaned back in the ivy, wondering what poems had been written about such a plant. He searched the recesses of his fluffy bird brain, and for a while he could think of nothing, but then some old verses by one of Britain’s most famous authors came back to him:
Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green, That creepeth o’er ruins old! Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim: And the mouldering dust that years have made Is a merry meal for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy green.
Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings, And a staunch old heart has he. How closely he twineth, how tight he clings, To his friend the huge Oak Tree! And slily he traileth along the ground, And his leaves he gently waves, As he joyously hugs and crawleth round The rich mould of dead men’s graves. Creeping where grim death has been, A rare old plant is the Ivy green.
Whole ages have fled and their works decayed, And nations have scattered been; But the stout old Ivy shall never fade, From its hale and hearty green. The brave old plant, in its lonely days, Shall fatten upon the past: For the stateliest building man can raise, Is the Ivy’s food at last. Creeping on, where time has been, A rare old plant is the Ivy green.
[Algy is quoting the poem The Ivy Green by the 19th century English author Charles Dickens.]
Esta es una lista de los terremotos más recientes que pueden haberse sentido en Nueva Zelanda:
Public Id: 2013p203051
NZDT: Doming, 17 de marzo, 2013, a las 4:05:42pm
Intensidad: Moderada
Profundidad: 5 km
Magnitud: 4.0
Localización. 15km al noreste de Auckland.
[…]
Este, este sí que se ha sentido. Curiosa la impresión de que no sabes que está pasando, y cuando te das cuenta ha parado. Por muy pocos segundos que estaba en la cama, esta se ha movido significativamente, aunque probablemente sea la impresión al estar en algo que no esperas que se mueva.
Todo esto no ha tenido ninguna consecuencia, evidentemente, aunque no se descarta una réplica similar y más fuerte. A ver qué ocurre. Se ha ganado la anécdota del día, todo tipo de bromas que se han desencadenado.
Parece que a varias personas se les ha derramado el café y otros daños materiales similares.
Shangla: Rafia lost her husband in earthquake, here her brother is trying comfort her. Shangla is one of the most heavily affected areas following the recent earthquake in Pakistan. Later this week, teaming up with Pakistan Youth Alliance we are sending aid for 300 families. You can play a role. To contribute contact at (+92)03216111557 or http://www.facebook.com/gkkhalil/ or [email protected] You’re requested to reblog. Every dollar counts.
The 3.11 Portrait Project brings smiles to the victims of the triple-whammy disaster through the power of the photograph.
After the magnitude 9.0 earthquake rocked Japan in March 11 last year, as a photographer for a newswire service, I had many chances to document reality, which was often depressing and shocking. However, at times, I would feel rewarded when my work brought positive results by inviting support and compassion from around the world to those who were suffering. However, still, the support was often not directed specifically to the person pictured in my shots, which often made me feel helpless.
Japanese photographer Nobuyuki Kobayashi, 42, had experienced a similar feeling. His main field of photography was mostly to shoot commercial photos but past assignments included regions in conflict, and disasters such as the earthquake which hit off the coast of Sumatra, the 1995 Kobe earthquake and the attacks on 9/11. As what many Japanese photographers did after Japan experienced the worst catastrophe since World War Two, Kobayashi went up north to take photographs after his friend in Iwate prefecture asked him to. He shot pictures of the disaster and rubble in northeastern Japan, but came to question whether that was the role he should play.
His conclusion was no.
“People were striving to move forward despite their difficulty and I hoped by photographing their portrait, it would offer them courage and hope, and possibly give them momentum to take a positive step forward towards the future,” Kobayashi said.
“I met people who had lost their albums and thought maybe I can help them create a new start for them by creating new memories,“ he added.
Soon many photographers from different fields, along with hair and makeup artists, local non-profit organizations, and anyone who wanted to help got together, and their 3.11 Portrait Project was formed. It officially kicked off three months after the disaster.
When I learned about this project from a friend, I was moved by the fact that his project utilized the power of photographs to help the disaster victims and that maybe I could play a part in bringing about something positive through documenting their efforts.
I decided to cover the whole process which was divided into three parts, in a time span of two months.
In late December, 2011, I joined the first part, which was to actually take the portrait photos of the earthquake and tsunami victims.
Kobayashi and his members gathered in the common area of the Midorigaoka temporary housing area in Koriyama, Fukushima where people who had evacuated from Fukushima’s Tomioka town were living. Most of them have lived within a 10-km radius of the crippled Fukushima Daiichi nuclear power plant.
The photographers quickly set up an in-house photo studio, with lighting stands, diffusers, and white backdrops. The hair and makeup artists, who normally work on models for fashion magazines, set up their professional kits including hair-curlers, dryers, and makeup sets.
The residents gathered and after signing up, the women had their hair curled and their make-up done by the volunteers, as the men waited.
I could see the women’s faces brighten up as they saw their different look in the mirror.
Katsuko Abe, 71, carrying her dog, “Kaede,” was among the many people who had come out of their houses to have their portrait taken.
When it was her turn, she stood in front of a white backdrop and posed, starting off with a stiff smile. The photographers and the makeup artists told her how she was looking good and how cute the dog was posing with her, and gradually she seemed to laugh from the bottom of her heart.
“We take pictures of these people against a common white backdrop, because I think it allows the person to stand out and helps the person being photographed to reset their past, at least for just the brief moment when they’re being photographed,” Kobayashi said.
“I hope by offering an extraordinary experience and creating a happy mood when we photograph, we can offer some courage to move forward”, he said as he chose words carefully since he knows how difficult it is for the victims of the earthquake, tsunami and nuclear accidents to overcome their despair and difficulties.
Another couple in their 70’s was suggested by Kenichi Funada, a professional photographer who is one of the core members of the 3.11 Portrait Project.
The wife covered her face as her husband put his arms around her stiffly.
After the photo session, the wife said “I haven’t touched his hands for ages,” as her husband also blushed.
They chose which photograph they liked as the photographer showed the files on Funada’s i-Pad.
Since the photographs were shot in digital SLR camera, it was possible to print them out and give them on the spot. However that was not the point of their project.
The 3.11 Portrait Project’s other mission was to create new bonds with the people being photographed and with the younger generation that will support the future of these people.
The second leg of coverage was held nearly two months after the photo shoot.
Kobayashi brought the printed photographs along with frames and letterset to the sixth graders of a private school called Keimei Gakuen in Akishima, near Tokyo. After explaining the meaning of his project to the students, he distributed a frame and a photo to everyone randomly.
The students carefully put the photographs of the Tomioka town in the frame and wrote a letter in hopes of cheering them up.
“I think your smile is very nice. I assume you have gone through hardships but the fact you are smiling is very admirable,” wrote one student in a letter.
After two weeks, Kobayashi and his fellow members revisited the Midorigaoka temporary shelter, with the framed photographs and the letters written by the students, as the finale of their three-step effort.
The residents from Tomioka town, mostly ranging between 60 to 90 years old, gathered in the common area, all looking forward to receiving their photographs and the letters written by a youngster they didn’t know.
“I have been looking forward to this day for the past two months,” Tsugiko Miyajima, 77, said. Miyajima, who lives by herself in a shelter where the insulation is insufficient through an especially cold northern Japanese winter. I could see that she looked as if she had lost energy compared to when I saw her on my last visit. But her eyes twinkled as she united with the 3.11 Portrait Project members.
Kobayashi says, this three-step process takes time, but I think this waiting time is important, since it gives them an opportunity for them to look forward to something.
Today, the project has grown to a team of 50 volunteers, and so far has visited 33 temporary houses and evacuation centers. Over 2,200 youngsters have written letters, which meant 2200 new bonds have also been created, according to Kobayashi.
After Katsuko Abe, who posed with her dog, “Kaede”, received her photograph and letter, she looked at the photograph smiling happily. Soon, she was weeping with happiness.
“In my daily life there is no chance for me to smile, I just talk with Kaede all day. However the other day, I remember that the volunteers were cheering at me, and it was truly fun.“
Abe, who had to move to six different places since the disaster, said, “This photograph means a lot to me, it proves that I am able to smile even after I had gone through the hardships.”
“I will cherish this forever,” she said as kept the framed picture inside a plastic cover.
“I want to protect this photograph from dust, it’s my treasure.”
Digicel International Facilitates Donation Platform And Matches $10,000
Digicel International Facilitates Donation Platform And Matches $10,000
Miami, FL- Digicel International a platform that shortens the distance between the Diaspora communities and their loved ones back home, and the Digicel Foundation, a non-profit charitable organization that has been in Haiti since 2007, have partnered to enable the donation platform donations.digicelinternational.com to collect funds to support families in Haiti after the devastating earthquake…
