Anagramistherightidea.
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Hallei vitamin
Since hallei is a plant where else could we get some kind of special vitamin
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Somethingtellsmeyouneedtoeliminatethespaceholdingyouback.
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I see, they used compounds from that plant family to do the paralyzing drug
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Halleivitamin?
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Now make that into more wurds
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Allithiamine
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idk if its relevant, but Allithiamine is used in treating b1 deficiency in people with neurological damage, AND amnesia, maybe has to do with some special fluffy training involving Allithiamine to help them remember their training and overcome their neurological limits?
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(used in the treating of wernicke-korsakoff syndrome mainly)
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If I was a smarter man, all of these would have been great ideas.
It’s an Anagram using the entirety of her name. 4 words.
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Halleivitamin
Time
Hallivain
Hall
Ivain
Iniva (this is an art place)
Iniva time hall? But that’s only three words, hmmm
Halleivitamin
Hell
aivitamin
I’m in
avta
taav wich redirects to an armored vehicle
Hell I’m in taav? Buth she doesn’t have any kind of military equipment we know of.
I’m gonna brute force the puzzle probably
I am in hell are 4 words but then we have 3 rogue letters
Avt refers to advanced volatile threat that’s a cyber attack that doesn’t need files on the target drive
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Ricks Ranch 17.5 : When the Farmer’s away. (Hrodde)
…Bad Fluffs will play.
Rick and Leilah Bickered as they As they left the Farm for the day. Nick Has been put in Charge as per usual, not that there was much to do. A late night drizzle had watered the field for the day.
Nick turned to the entirety of the herd and did a Roll call. Save for the usual Suspects, Everyone was here.
Nick: “Sky Wawa, Makies Pwants Happies. No Haf tu wawa Fiewd dis Bwite time… FWEE PWAY!” Cheers from the whole Herd! It wasn’t often they had the whole day to play, and they weren’t wasting any of it. Breaking off into smaller groups. Most of the Foals and their mummahs followed Candy into the Barn. Story time, Rick read Candy and her Foals some nights, and she could recite them off the top of head after. So she was the defacto story teller… If Nick remembered right, this story was about a Hoomin boy and a Magic school.
The Stallions rolled a ball as big as they were out of the Barn. One of they Games Rick taught them to Play was Soccer. Rick bought 2 Hula hoops and Buried them halfway in the ground to act of the Goals. It was easy and Fun to understand. If you were on blue team roll the ball through the red hoop, red team the opposite. Stop the ball from going through your goal… Nick wanted to join in, but first he had to complete his own roll call… 3 fluffs were missing from the roll call. Pooboot, Tangerine… And Queenie…
First on Nick’s tardy List is Tangerine.
The trouble maker, and the tyrant. He was always a Big Fluff, part of the reason Nick maintained his workout routine was to better fight of Tangerine. He had Challenged Nick before to become the Herd Leader, the only reason Nick lost the first time was Because Tangerine Ambushed Him while he was helping water the strawberries. He took the title back the next day. And Then Rick got wind of the Fighting… He was Angry at first, but shrugged his shoulders and made a place for Fluff Combat. It was Quickly adopted into Herd Tradition. Fun for the fighters and the Viewers.
Rick seemed to like Building things himself for the Fluffs and the creativity Behind it… Even if most of the time it was to punish the bad fluffs. Nick went to the spinny board, and sure enough Tangerine was on it. Thinking about how he would Fight Nick in the next fight. One of the rules was that Herd Leader fights can only happen once a week, the other was that he had to be in attendance. The mechanisms of the Spinny board were a mystery to most of the fluffs, but it made the usually dramatic battles exciting. That and having a Human on hand to help patch up the loser made the fluffs braver.
( Hi There, Hrodde here. I’ll be taking up this section to explain the spinny board. It’s fairly simple. Rick dug a hole big enough for a Large Spring and buried it most of the way in the dirt, leaving about a 5 inch clearance aboveground. He then Bolted a Metal Plate down on top of the Spring. On Top of the plate is a Bearing section of a Barstool hence the spinny spinny. On top of the bearing section is a 5 ft plywood circle. Padded with leather. It rocks around and spins. Basically a whirly-birdy.)
Nick wasn’t surprised, he had to respect Tangerine’s drive if nothing else. He was tempted to hop up and have a friendly sparring match… But it would definitely get out of hand. Nodding to Tangerine, he turned to go and hunt for Queenie… Nick was NOT a fan of her… But she’s a part of the herd, and must be looked after.
30 minutes later…
Where the FLUFF is She?! Nick had circled the barn and cabin 3 times, even went around the Big wawas. Nothing! He was going through the Strawberry Patch now up… And down… And Back up and then down until he Finally stumbled on the Napping Fluff… He did his Best to Contain his Rage.
Queenie never helped with the Farm, and yet here she is. Stomach full of Foals and Berries. Red stained around her mouth… If she wasn’t pregnant, Nick would have stomped on her stomach to make her puke up the stolen goods… But the Foals are Innocent. He’ll just report it to Rick later, let him decide her punishment. He walked Past but stopped just infront of the sleeping Fluff… Well… He could dish out a small punishment himself… His Gut said “we have one in the Chamber ready to fire.”
He was Careful, and Quiet. Getting into Position until his rear end was right infront of Her Face. 3…2…1…
PPPPRRRRRRRBBBBT!!!
Nick Unloaded his Bowels right on Queenies Face, doing his level best to hold back a Chuckle as she woke up and Gurgled on his Back Blast. He ran as soon as he was sure Queenie was blinded and not drowning on his sorry poopies.
Queenie: Grgrgrg! bleh! Ptoo! Whu du dis tu Queenie!? See pwacies fuww of yucky POOPIES! it was a mix of anger, regret and embarassment.
Nick laughed as he ran, that’ll teach the Bitch to steal others hard work. He darted out of the field and over to Pooboots refuge. Glad he won’t have to do that much looking this time. Pooboot was most likely Hungover, as always. Nick dipped under the bush that served as Pooboots house… Sitting down and looking at the empty nest… Missing… Nick isn’t going to get to play soccer today apparently.
(Decided to focus on the fluffs and their social structure a bit for this Chapter. And now I’ll leave the next chapter to you guys. Should I Write Nick exploring to Find Pooboot? Or focus on Rick and Leilah with the Tochvíl’s pregnant fluff?)
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you’re pretty smart for having a puzzle that goes unresolved with 148 users that (probably) saw it, and a day passed since posting
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personally, i would like time to calmly solve the puzzle, so Nick exploring sounds good, but a rick and fv lady story seems interesting
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uhh, Lih ia vita nelm? (lih, as far as i know is a medicine company, vita as life if i recall correctly and nelm as national electronic library for medicine? ) idk honestly ;-;
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something like a living being that had an ia, owned by lih company that is basically a living medicine library? maybe i went a bit too far ;-;
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Ahem. Leilah Vinitma = I am the Villain. Just figured I’d finally just drop the answer.
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I overkilled my answers a lot then
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Rick’s Ranch Chapter 18: Pooboots Oasis
Pooboot wandered deep in the Bush… He did this Everyday, though this time as he Looked at the crowd of Similar Trees… He Knew he Fucked up at some point.
2 Hours Earlier
Pooboot Groaned and slowly Stood up, Head Pounded and the light of early Morning was already not Helping with his Current Hangover. “Hewwo? Wick!? Pooboot nee wawa…” as he Blinked the sleep from his eyes he Could Feel Grime and Filth clinging to his Fluff… He must Have relieved himself in his sleep again… “…Oh… Oh Noes…” as his eyes Adjusted he noticed Fairly Quickly that he was Not at his Bush… Nor anyway he’d been Before. “…Hewwoooooo?! Any Fwuffy!?” *even his Own shouts came with a Surge of Pain from his Hangover… Forget finding out where he was… He needs water first… Then he can Worry about getting Back." Snout to Ground he Closed his eyes and took a Deep Breath… Urine, Feces…Vomit… It was the first time he went for 3 shots of moonshine, so that wasn’t too surprising… Dirt, grass… Too much for his Nose to shift through… How about his ears? Another Deep Breath, more so to Focus than to smell… The Chitter Chatter of Birds and Squirrels, hunting for Breakfast no doubt… The slow aches and Groans of Growing Trees shifting in the wind… The quiet babbles of a far off Brook. He turned to the source and started his hike.
And that is how Pooboot Ended up Following a river Downstream. He Knew Rick had dug up some waterways for his House. So Follow the water… Easy enough, right? And Yet Pooboot had no such Luck… Just How Far had he wandered in his drunken Stupor?
Meanwhile…
Rick and Leilah had been to Visit all the Families with Pregnant Mares. Gave them the Whole rigamarole about what to expect and what to have handy. Shovels/Tarps/ hot water/ warm Blankets. Rock had hoped and Prayed that would be it… And then the devil herself asked for a Tour of the small town… Sure… Why Not…okay.
The Pair Walked all over from the Old school arcade on the Westside of town to Heron’s Pizza on the Eastern edge. A Well appreciated Break and Lunch Later, Rick was getting Text alerts like a Persistent Mormon was ringing his Doorbell.
Gingergun: Who’s the Hot Chick?!
“Well done!” “Not gonna Lie I thought you were gonna be a Hermit forever!” “Gonna bring her by the station?” “Ladies love a Wounded warrior~”
He Checked his Phone and then his surroundings… Where the Hell was… Oh. Gwen sat across the Pizzeria in Civilian attire… Must be a Day Off. For a Respected Sheriff she had the fashion sense of a Punk-Rock Lumberjack. Ripped Jeans with a plaid Vest over a Black t-shirt.
“She’s Just a… Friend from out of town.”
Leilah turned to who Rick was Talking to and waved at the Sheriff. Her face calm as still water… Note to self, don’t play poker with her…
Jumpcut back to Pooboot…
The Lost Fluffy continued to traverse the edge of the River, drinking the cold fresh water when he became thirsty, And feasting on wild Bird Cherries. He Learned fast on his first day of Bush survival that not all that was Pretty was Good… he had his own way of testing if something was safe to eat. The first was to see if other animals were eating it, if not… Probably pass on it. If he didn’t have time to wait for other creatures to give him the go ahead, take a single very tiny Bite… And wait. If nothing happened after a good 20 minutes… Probably okay to eat…maybe.
He repeated this for Hours, walk, drink, eat, walk drink eat. Until, he heard something… Unnatural… Music? He followed the Noise until he happened on an old Metal munstah, vibrant flowers painted all over it. Its been here from a while the look of it. Paths worn into the grass from constant walking… He peeked from behind the broken down Van at an Elderly Couple… The older Gentleman strumming a Guitar while the Woman sang along. Their Dinner Cooking in a Pot over a campfire.
Staying Silent and Low he watched for aa while until the Woman started serving what was in the pot, he decided there and then… Now was probably a best time to say hello, less of a chance to end up in that stew…
PB: “uhm… Hewwo?”
M?: “hm? Oh Hello there little one, come on Close.”
F?: “another wanderer? Tell us your Journeys!”
Pooboot was a Little put off at first from the open attitudes… But that hot food smelled so good. He trotted up and sat a respectable distance around the campfire.
It was Comforting, this was maybe the first real Kindness Pooboot had Ever recieved. No threats, no Backhanded Questions… Just good food and Company. He learned the Names of the Kind elderly Couple. MoonWillow and Sparkwheel… Odd names even for a Fluffy, something to do with Hippies.
“Thankies fo’ da Nummies, bestest Nums Pooboot hab in wong time.”
MoonWillow: “…Pooboot? What Cruel fool gave you such a Horrible name?”
Sparkwheel: “For real man… That’s Super Mean.”
Pooboot: "…Pooboot use to named Nighties… But when fowwow Herd fwom meanie Caves… Meet Mistah Wick… He was Meanie, but awso Nicies… Fiwm bu faiw.
…Pooboot do meanie things to spechul Fwen, nu tink it wa Meanie den… Bu did dem anyway… Pooboot… Pooboot Gave foweba Sweepies to him own Babbeh… Nu knu wa Pooboot wah tinkin… Buh… Pooboot Eawned dis. Do Bad Tings, Bad tings Happen."
Mw: “Oh my… Well. I guess it wasn’t underserved… But you’ve taken a Large step haven’t you?”
Pooboot: “Step?”
Sparkwheel: “yeah Man. One of the first steps of earning forgiveness is admitting you were Wrong to yourself.”
Pooboot: “…Fowgivness? Pooboot… Pooboot can be Fowgibness?”
Mw: “Of Course. It’s never too late… So long as you Mean it you can say you’re sorry. But it’s up to them to forgive you… Go on Back to Her.”
Sw: “She may not take you Back, but it’s still better to let her know you’re sorry.”
After more talks, stories and Life lessons. Pooboot was given an old fishing Hat and a general direction. If following it Downstream lead Pooboot further from the town, going back up stream may lead him back home.
He thanked the Kind and Wise elderly couple again before heading back upstream. He had a Goal now… Earn Forgiveness. It was Vague, but it was a Direction to take in life. He Couldn’t be a Special Friend again… He knew well enough when he tore himself away from the suffer circle but confirmed it when even the Herd Bicycle Queenie didn’t excite him. His mating days were done… But maybe he could go back into the farm after he proved he changed his ways.
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I’m trying to come back in a more Major way. My Hiatus went on much longer then I intended, just super tired from work and life.
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