Podcasts about Suda

Ce mois-ci nous accueillons de nouveau un invité. Antony Fournier, aka Nem, nous fait l'honneur de sa présence pour nous parler du livre qu'il a écrit sur Suda 51. Evidemment, nous n'allons pas vous priver de nos habituels sujets Sans plus de préambule, le sommaire : En espérant que l'écoute vous soit douce, à très […]

Audycję prowadzi Jakub Duszak.

Odluka Vrhovnog suda je otvorila mogućnost za isplatu obeštećenja pripadnicima naroda Gumatj iz Sjevernog teritorija. Sud je potvrdio raniju presudu Saveznog suda da lokacija za rudarenje boksita u Goveu na sjeveroistoku regije Arnhem Land nije tijekom 60-tih godina prošlog stoljeća stečena pod pravednim uvjetima.

Welcome to Dev Game Club, where this week we begin a new series on 1997's Interstate '76. We set the game a bit in its time, talk about Activision (almost as an afterthought), and then start getting into the characters and the vibe, of which there is much. Dev Game Club looks at classic video games and plays through them over several episodes, providing commentary. Sections played: Early mission or two Issues covered: a game time forgot, playing a sim game genre, a unique take on the sim genre plus car combat, prepping the sim elements vs the actual play, other games from that year, taking a formula and doing something different with it, modern exploitation-inspired games, exploitation cinema, grindhouse, other potential influences and inspirations, why you pick sparse environments, breakable cacti, a huge variety of games, low-cost film-making and democratization, vigilantes, a bland corporation, text adventures, a business and not a game company, seeing the impact of acquisition or mergers, character introductions, fake actors playing characters, character names, Groove Champion vs Stiletto Anyway, stylized and simplified characters, flat shading and seeing every polygon, connecting to the character in the cockpit and via the radio, naturally cinematic, stylized presence, jitteriness and physics, compounding errors, deterministic physics, preserving this game and finding ways to play it, just shipping a game, dealing with a controller vs keyboard.    Games, people, and influences mentioned or discussed: TIE Fighter (series), Starfighter, MechWarrior (series), Voltron, Diablo, Resident Evil, The Last Express, Fallout, GoldenEye, Castlevania: SotN, Age of Empires, Outlaws, Curse of Monkey Island, Dark Forces 2, Shadows of the Empire, Wing Commander: Prophecy, Final Fantasy VII, Mario Kart 64, Gran Turismo, PlayStation, Dark Forces, Final Fantasy Tactics, Wet, Kane and Lynch, Suda 51, Grasshopper Interactive, Killer 7, Death Race 2000, Russ Meyers, Death Proof, Mad Max (series), MegaMan 8, Kaeon, Cleopatra Jones, Enter the Dragon, Jim Kelly, Bruce Lee, Game of Death, Quentin Tarantino, Kill Bill, Fist of Fury, Starsky and Hutch, River Raid, Pitfall, David Crane, Atari, Call of Duty, Guitar Hero, Capcom, Blizzard, id Software, Interplay, Infocom, Zork (series), Witness, Enchanter (series), Ballyhoo, Lurking Horror, Electronic Arts, Bobby Kotick, Nintendo, BattleZone, Pac-Man, Jason Schreier, Play Nice: The Rise and Fall of Blizzard Entertainment, Hearthstone, Marvel Snap, Ultima (series), Bioware, Treyarch, Raven Software, Heretic/Hexen, Quake, Battletech/FASA Entertainment, Anachronox, Pam Grier, Chuck Norris, Dungeon Keeper, Half-Life 2, Indiana Jones and the Internal Machine, Video Game History Foundation, Star Wars: Episode I: Racer, Forza (series), Falcon (series), Dark Souls, Minecraft, LostLake86, Mors, Kirk Hamilton, Aaron Evers, Mark Garcia.   Errata: Lost Treasures of Infocom actually originally came out in 1991. We regret the error.  Next time: More I'76! Twitch Discord DevGameClub@gmail.com

En La Diez Capital Radio “La Hora de Beatriz Cabañas”, un programa para almas inquietas y amantes de la vida, desde México.

Rasprava u Skupštini RS-a o predlozima zakona o zabrani rada Suda i Tužilaštva BiH dan nakon prvostepene presude Dodiku. Američke sankcije Naftnoj industriji Srbije odložene za 30 dana. Analiziramo i šta su Srbija i Kosovo ispunili iz sporazuma koji je pre tačno dve godine dogovoren u Briselu.

Tužilaštvo BiH tražilo od Suda da izrekne petogodišnju kaznu zatvora predsjedniku Republike Srpske Miloradu Dodiku i da mu zabrani političko djelovanje na deset godina. Maksimalna kazna tražena je i za v.d. direktora Službenog glasnika RS. Nazire li se politički dogovor za izlazak iz krize u Srbiji?

In the latest episode ofWhat Your Bank Doesn't Tell You, we sit down with David Suda, CEO of Green Bridge Metals, to uncover the hidden world of physical commodities and their impact on the financial markets. While many investors focus on “paper commodities” like stocks and futures, David sheds light on the tangible resources—copper, nickel, and uranium—that power our economy and the green energy transition.We explore:The difference between paper and physical commoditiesWhy demand for metals is surging in the renewable energy eraHow market cycles create investment opportunities in miningThe role of government policies in shaping the commodity landscapeTune in to gain expert insights on commodities, investing, and the forces driving the future of raw materials.Disclaimer: This podcast may contain advertisements for financial services or financial instruments. The podcast and the information contained within are provided solely for informational and marketing purposes. It does not constitute financial analysis, investment advice, a sales prospectus, an offer, or a recommendation to make investments or to buy or sell financial instruments. The podcast should not be construed as legal or tax advice. UMushroom AG assumes no responsibility for third-party contributions.Follow us on social media:Instagram: www.instagram.com/umushroom_com/LinkedIn: www.linkedin.com/company/umushroomTikTok: www.tiktok.com/@umushroomwealthFacebook: www.facebook.com/umushroomcom/

Opol es Opol y sus números hay que tomarlos con pinzas. Pero, de pronto el troleo dejó de ser troleo. ¿Se traducirá eso en un bombazo en las urnas? Poco probable, pero diay, por ahora la situación claramente tiene al PLN sudando la gota gorda. Además, sucede que en un apartado del estudio se consultó ¿De quién es la culpa del incremento de los homicidios en el país? y la mayoría (40,4%) contestó que del Poder Judicial. El titular claramente cayó como una patada en el estómago en la Corte. 

Tiempos de Radio, tu podcast de música favorito, presenta una entrevista exclusiva con Mi Último Juego, la banda peruana que ha sabido transformar su energía punk en una búsqueda profunda de identidad y pasión. Desde sus inicios en 2011 con el explosivo EP 1, 2, 3, Go… y actuaciones junto a referentes como las agrupaciones mexicanas Cuatro y Medio y Allison, los hermanos Daniel e Israel Aguilar han marcado un camino lleno de intensidad. Tras una pausa creativa, el grupo renace con una formación renovada –integrada por Andree “thrasher” Pardo, Pool Dávila y Frank Veintemilla– y nos sorprende con su nuevo single ‘Para Mi’, una reflexión sincera sobre el paso del tiempo y la urgencia de vivir lo que realmente importa. Además, la Banda nos presenta en exclusiva su último lanzamiento, ‘Al Final’. ¡Escucha la entrevista y acompáñanos en este viaje musical hacia su reinvención! Bandas invitadas: Ignea de Ucrania, Baba Yaga de Argentina, Espécimen de México, Descompresión y La Zorra Zapata de Perú, y Diverted Disorder de Sudáfrica. #TiemposDeRadio #podcast #radio #Entrevista #música #rock #MiÚltimoJuego #Ignea #BabaYaga #Espécimen #Descompresión #LaZorraZapata #DivertedDisorder 🎶 Suscríbete, comparte y comenta, y recuerda, todo en exceso es malo, excepto el rock 🤘. Si quieres participar en la siguiente edición, apresúrate y contáctanos en 👇 linktr.ee/TiemposdeRadio El único requisito es tu entusiasmo. Tiempos de Radio es un podcast transmitido desde Lima - Perú 🇵🇪 para Hispanoamérica Radio en Ecuador 🇪🇨, Metal Rock Station en Puerto Rico 🇵🇷, Radio Krimen online y Radio Dada, ambas en Argentina 🇦🇷, Rock Live Radio en Costa Rica 🇨🇷, Perfecta Radio en Cincinnati - Ohio, USA 🇺🇸 y para Tiembla Radio en Móstoles, España 🇪🇸. Dirección, producción y conducción: Luis Antonio Varela Bohórquez. Copyright de grabación: Todos los derechos de la música utilizada en este podcast pertenecen a los autores, compositores o intérpretes.

There are hot restaurants in trendy neighborhoods that almost everyone seems to know about — and then there are a slew of hidden family-owned spots you've probably passed by hundreds of times. How do they make it without a star chef or hot West Loop address? In this episode, host David Manilow talks to the mother-daughter owners of Suda's Lebanese Cuisine in Lincoln Park. They discuss their secret to survival, as well as how a parent and adult child negotiate business decisions. Plus, Manilow shares the just-released semi-finalists for the James Beard Awards.

"Sudańczycy oddają Rosjanom swoje srebra rodowe - dostęp do najlepszych zasobów naturalnych." - mówi dr Jędrzej Czerep, ekspert ds. Afryki Subsaharyjskiej w Polskim Instytucie Spraw Międzynarodowych.

The Nintendo Entertainment Podcast is here for the first show in 2025! Are you ready for a new Nintendo Draft? The guys are chomping at the bit to get some GOOD picks in this year! First, though, the guys discuss their gaming exploits! Will has been enjoying Marvel Rivals (for the "gameplay,") Fire Emblem Heroes, Goddess Nikkei, and more! As for Scott, he's continuing with Dynasty Warriors Orochi, Infinite Nikkei, and more! Todd, meanwhile, continues to go through Metaphor ReFantazio and has curious thoughts about it. Then, in the news, there are STILL Nintendo Switch 2 rumors/reports coming in, and we're REALLY tired of it! Seriously, we're over it. After that, the guys talk the future of the Sonic movies, what Suda 51 thought was GOTY in 2024, the teases of Atlus and Square Enix, and more! Finally, in the main event, the trio enters the 9th annual Nintendo Draft, and their resolution this year is to actually have good picks! Seriously, they're going for broke this time around. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the Nintendo Entertainment Podcast!

W drugim odcinku podcastu „Globalny Chrząszcz” Jerzy Haszczyński, szef działu zagranicznego „Rzeczpospolitej”, rozmawia z Adilem Abdelem Aatim, analitykiem i politykiem pochodzącym z Sudanu, kandydatem na prezydenta tego kraju w wyborach, które miały się odbyć, ale do dzisiaj się nie odbyły.  Rozmowa dotyczy dramatycznej sytuacji Sudanu, gdzie trwająca od kwietnia 2023 roku wojna domowa rujnuje kraj i zmusza miliony ludzi do ucieczki. Czy Sudan ma jeszcze szansę na demokrację, gdy dwaj generałowie walczą o władzę? Gość opowiada o korzeniach konfliktu i roli zagranicznych graczy w konflikcie. W tym Rosji. - Rosja pomaga obu generałom toczącym wojnę w Sudanie. Sudan to droga do całej Afryki - mówi Adil Abdel Aati.  O Sudanie wielu Polaków czytało „W Pustyni i w puszczy” Henryka Sienkiewicza. Adil Abdel Aati mówi, czy to miła lektura dla Sudańczyka. Pojawia się w niej Mahdi, sudański bohater narodowy. Sienkiewicz pisał, że „Mahdi jest gorszy niż całe stado krokodyli”. - To są zwierzęta, które nie polują w stadach - kontruje Adil Abdel Aati. I opowiada o rodzinie Mahdiego, którego potomkowie do dzisiaj odgrywają ważną rolę w życiu politycznym i religijnym Sudanu.  Dla gości podcastu „Globalny Chrząszcz” polski nie jest językiem ojczystym. Rozmawiamy o krajach, regionach, z których pochodzą, o świecie, Polsce, polskim języku i kulturze.

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Kanto: el la kompaktdisko Kristnaskakordo “ Aŭdu ! Kantas anĝelĥoro”. Legado: Heather el Esperanto sub la Suda kruco “ Kulturoj, kutimoj kaj krimoj” de David Ryan. Franciska el Sennaciulo numero 1426-1428  “ Meloni, nia amiko” de Ane Irazabol Elkoroburua esperantigita de Nikolas Xil Carvalho Kanto : el la kompaktdisko Elektitaj kantoj de la grupo Sepa […]

Goichi 'Suda51' Suda is het brein achter games als killer7, No More Heroes en Shadows of the Damned (Hella Remastered). In deze speciale afleveringen portretteren we deze excentrieke Japanse spellenmaker, samen met de Nederlander die vaak met hem werkt voor (HD-)ports van zijn werken: Ruud van de Moosdijk, VP of Development bij Engine Software. Joe van Burik en Jochem Visser (beiden idolaat van Suda-sans games) interviewen Ruud samen met Donner Bakker en Niels Kooloos in deze aflevering van All in the Game. Over All in the GameAll in the Game is de podcast over games voor iedereen. Wanneer er iets speelt in de wereld van games, hoor je dat hier: spannende ontwikkelingen, boeiende onderzoeken en natuurlijk de nieuwste releases om te spelen op je PlayStation, Xbox, pc of welk platform dan ook. Onder leiding van BNR's techredacteur Joe van Burik hoor je gesprekken met andere gamekenners, zoals hoogleraar computerwetenschappen Felienne Hermans, audioproducers André Dortmont en Wesley Schouwenaars, beursnerd Jochem Visser, techredacteurs Niels Kooloos en Daniël Mol én popcultuurkenners Donner Bakker en Sam van Zuilen. Elke week hoor je minimaal één aflevering van All in the Game. Of juist meerdere, wanneer er veel speelt in de wereld van games.Soms met impressies en analyses over actuele ontwikkelingen en nieuwe games. Andere keren kun je luisteren naar interviews met makers van bijzondere games, van Grand Theft Auto (GTA) tot Baldur's Gate 3 - zowel Nederlandse als internationale ontwikkelaars. Of we praten met e-sport-atleten, onderzoekers en andere experts in de wereld van videogames, in onze rubriek Main Game. En regelmatig laten we iemand van BNR Nieuwsradio aanschuiven om te vertelen over diens favoriete game van vroeger in de Retro-rubriek. In deze podcast kijken we verder dan alleen wat een game leuk maakt: we bespreken juist ook in de culturele, maatschappelijke, economische en technologische impact ervan. Jaarlijks gaat er immers zo'n 200 miljard euro om in de wereldwijde game-industrie, dat is al (vele jaren zelfs) daadwerkelijk meer dan de muziek- en filmindustrie bij elkaar opgeteld. Zo hoor je bij All in the Game niet alleen wat je moet spelen - en op welk nieuwe (game)platform - maar kun je daar nog bewuster mee bezig zijn, over praten en natuurlijk van genieten. Of het nou gaat om Super Mario of Sonic the Hedgehog, Fortnite of Roblox, voetbalgames van EA Sports FC of de FIFA, Call of Duty of Battlefield, League of Legends of Dota,of goude oude titels zoals Tetris, Rollercoaster Tycoon, The Sims of zelfs Snake. En we hebben ook aandacht voor liefhebberijen die dicht op games zitten, zoals Dungeons & Dragons, Lego en de films, series en strips rond reeksen zoals Star Wars en Marvel. Het komt allemaal aan bod in All in the Game. All in the Game werd als podcast al in 2022 opgenomen in het archief van Het Nederlands instituut voor Beeld & Geluid in Hilversum - als eerste podcast van BNR Nieuwsradio en één van de eerste gamepodcasts van allemaal. Gezamenlijk met talloze Nederlandse televisieprogramma's, radioshows, games, websites, webvideo's en podcast vormt dit materiaal de Nederlandse mediageschiedenis. Over Joe van BurikJoe van Burik is presentator, podcastmaker en techredacteur bij BNR Nieuwsradio. Je hoort hem bijna dagelijks in de Tech Update met het laatste nieuws over digitale technologie, en gaat daar in BNR Digitaal (samen met Ben van der Burg) elke woensdag dieper op in met gasten uit de techwereld. Daarnaast maakt hij onder meer de podcast All in the Game, voor iedereen die meer wil horen over videogames.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Allez, il est temps de lâcher les chiens pour la team et à partir de maintenant (sauf problème bien entendu) nous vous proposerons une émission par semaine en nous concentrant sur un jeu bien spécifique. Pour commencer, nous mélangeons ancien et nouveau puisque nous avons décidé de revenir sur Shadow of the Damned en réaction à la sortie d'une version remastered de cette oeuvre qui rassemble une belle brochette de talents... mais est-ce que c'est seulement pour le meilleur ?En complément de la critique de Vincent et Mathieu, nous vous proposons de prolonger le plaisir en écoutant le dossier consacré à Suda 51 par nos copains de Backlog :https://audioactif.fr/backlog/2020/02/11/suda-stay-or-suda-goichi/Bonne écoute.

Grasshopper Manufacture hat 2011 den Action-Horror-Titel Shadows of the Damned auf der Xbox 360 und PS3 veröffentlicht, welcher bereits damals mit großen Namen aus der Industrie beworben wurde.SUDA 51, Shinji Mikami und Akira Yamaoka wurden von Publisher EA durch die Werbetrommel geschleudert und doch war es ein extrem Steiniger weg bis bis zum eigentlichen Release.13 Jahre später ist der überaus turbulente Weg, den der Titel in der Entwicklung zurücklegen musste, allseits bekannt und jetzt beglückt er uns erneut, als Remaster, auf aktuellen Konsolen mit Gliedgags und zotiger Dämonenjagd.Ob der Titel sich heute noch lohnt ergründen wir gemeinsam mit Robin Schweiger!Du willst mehr von den Jungs? Kein Problem! Unterstütze uns doch gern auf STEADY und sicher dir exklusive Podcasts, oder komm gerne auf unserem DISCORD vorbei!Hier gehts zum Merch Shop!Hier gehts zur Homepage!Benny auf Twitter!Benny auf Instagram!Benny auf Twitch!Bennys weitere Podcasts: GAIN Insight!Björn auf Twitter!Björn auf YouTube!Björn auf Twitch!Björns Podcast: Speckast

10/15/24: Eric Reeves, trustee, Darfur Bar Ass'n: humanitarian catastrophe in Sudan. Our spooky, seasonally appropriate monthly Comedy Quiz w/ Maddy Benjamin, Scott Braidman, Pam Victor, & Jess Tyler. Ballot Question 5 –raising the minimum wage for tipped workers w/ Smith Prof Carrie Baker & Fair Wage Mass Grace McGovern. The Capitol Fools w/ writer Mark Eaton.

Winter is coming! Syyskauden toisessa jaksossa kokoonpanossa kuullaan arvostelu-/artikkelitoimituksen vetäjää Petri "P33RO" Leskistä sekä tuttua "jokapaikanhöylää" Niko Lähteenmäkeä. Aiheena tällä kertaa muun muassa: Gamescom 2024: Mitä jäi tapahtumasta mieleen, mikä vakuutti, mikä yllätti ja jäikö loppuvuotta kohtaan odotuksia? Varsin julkinen salaisuus PS5 Pro on nyt totista totta! Hintalappu on hulppea ja hyödytkin kohtalaiset, mutta kuinka suurelle osalle pelaajista laite on lopulta tarpeen? Pitkään Grasshopper Manufacturella vaikuttanut Goichi "Suda 51" Suda kommentoi taannoin pelaajien tapaa tuijottaa Metacritic-keskiarvoja. Miten paljon castilaisten ostopäätöksiin kyseinen verkkosivusto vaikuttaa? Castilaiset saavat myös yllättäviä uutisia nauhoituksen aikana, ja tämä heijastuu suoraan jakson kulkuun. Kuten nostokuvasta ja otsikosta saattoi päätellä, mediakörnerissä ylistetään tällä kertaa kilpaa huikeaa Astro Bot -tasohyppelyä. Lisäksi kehuja saavat tuore David Wisen musiikeilla kyllästetty Gimmick! 2 sekä Broken Sword - Shadow of the Templars: Reforged -naksutteluseikkailu, joka on tuotu ansiokkaasti nykypäivään. Katsottujen puolella Petri on kunnostautunut tiirailemaan muun muassa Only Murders in the Building -sarjaa sekä Rebel Ridge -elokuvan. Kaksikko intoutuu myös juttelemaan Game of Thronesista, koska Niko on viimein lämmennyt tälle keskiaikaiselle eepokselle ja katsonut kaksi ensimmäistä kautta. Tämä jakso on äänitetty 19.9.2024. Alkubiisi: Alleycat Bit Blues ja loppubiisi: Bon Voyage, players! by: Tomi Ruuska Väliaikabiisi: OutRun the Highway by: Jukka K. Kuuntele jakso Spotifysta! Kysymyksiä voi lähettää: Discordissa kanavalla #podcast-palaute-ja-kysymykset Twitterissä hashtagilla #kysyKonsoliFINiltä Foorumilla ketjussa Kysy KonsoliFINiltä

Thursday – We discuss the new Toy Hall of Fame inductees. A man pays his neighbor's power bill for 18 years. Jim reviews Emmy winning shows he didn't watch. Date Night Guide with Dani Meyering with date night ideas. Attorney Glenn Klausman with the Case of Suda, Pups and Pints for Colbert Court. Plus, WOKE News, JCS Trivia & You Heard it Here First.

On this week's episode of the Crit-Rate podcast we discuss this weeks community hot takes, we talk Annapurna Interactive, Suda 51, and more!

Joop! Homme by Joop! (1989) + The Wachowskis' The Matrix (1999) + David Fincher's Fight Club (1999) + Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk (1996) with Paul Suda 9/9/24 S6E68 To hear this episode and the complete continuing story of The Perfume Nationalist please subscribe on Patreon. 

W Sudanie - poza uwagą polityków i mediów międzynarodowych – rozgrywa się najbardziej dotkliwy obecnie kryzys humanitarny. Trwająca już kilkanaście miesięcy wojna pochłania dziesiątki tysięcy ofiar, 10 milionów ludzi straciło dach nad głową, połowa Sudańczyków cierpi głód. Dlaczego nikt nie jest w stanie powstrzymać rzezi dokonywanych przez walczących ze sobą dwóch generałów terroryzujących kraj? Jakie mogą być skutki tej ignorowanej przez Zachód wojny? Michel Barnier nowym premierem Francji. Czy polityczny gambit prezydenta Macrona zakończy się jego sukcesem? W Wenezueli fala masowych prześladowań. Ani Unia Europejska, ani Stany Zjednoczone, ani nawet niedawni sojusznicy Nicolasa Maduro nie uznają jego zwycięstwa w wyborach. W Wielki Brytanii opublikowano raport na temat jednej z największych tragedii ostatnich lat – pożaru wieżowca Grenfell Tower w Londynie, w wyniku którego przed siedmiu laty zginęło ponad siedemdziesiąt osób. Kto był winny ich śmierci? NASA odkryła, w jaki sposób powstaje pole elektryczne ziemi. Co zrobimy z tą wiedzą? A także: jaką rolę społeczną spełniają przestępcy? Rozkład jazdy:  (02:21) Jędrzej Czerep o kryzysie humanitarnym w Sudanie (18:28) Marcin Giełzak o politycznym gambicie Macrona (41:02) Świat z boku - Grzegorz Dobiecki o społecznej roli przestępców (47:36) Podziękowania (55:19) Marcin Żyła i Doma Matejko o prześladowaniach w Wenezueli (1:12:13) Jakub Krupa o raporcie po pożarze wieżowca Grenfell Tower (1:31:16) Tomasz Rożek o polu elektrycznym ziemi (1:51:14) Do usłyszenia --------------------------------------------- Raport o stanie świata to audycja, która istnieje dzięki naszym Patronom, dołącz się do zbiórki ➡️ ⁠https://patronite.pl/DariuszRosiak⁠ Subskrybuj newsletter Raportu o stanie świata ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠➡️ ⁠https://dariuszrosiak.substack.com⁠ Koszulki i kubki Raportu ➡️ ⁠https://patronite-sklep.pl/kolekcja/raport-o-stanie-swiata/⁠ [Autopromocja]

Based on the work of Robyn Bee, In 7 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.The streets had been quiet as we’d passed, oddly subdued. The few people we saw had quickly ducked out of our way, though we were in our tunicae and sandals.Kostas’ place, I was happy to see, was lively. Drunken soldiers weren’t spilling out of the place, but there was enough of a crowd that we had to push our way past a few people. I led Helena to the back, where crusty old Kostas scowled from behind his bar.“Kostas,” I said, leaning against the bar. “I promised this Rhodian lady some pitaroudia. Are you going to disappoint her?”“Rhodian?” He said, suddenly a lot less grouchy looking.“From Lindos,” Helena said.We chatted for a bit, swapping the latest bit of island news that we had while Kostas poured us a couple of flagons of dark wine. The food would be ready in a few minutes, he told us.“She’s paying,” I said, when I spotted Kostas’ young son.The kid was coming back with an empty drink tray. I hooked him by the arm, leading him away. I put a silver coin in his hand, promising him another if he’d fetch something for me.Helena looked at me curiously, but I kept my mouth shut against her silent question.“Centenarius!” I heard a voice call. “Leontius!”I turned, already feeling a grin stretching my features. At a nearby table, five men were waving towards me. They wore happy smiles, their cheeks rosy with wine.“Sergius! You old bastard! What the hell are you doing here?”Sergius, a crusty old stratiotai with more scars on him than most had years, made a show of cupping one ear.“Can’t hear you so good, sir! Come here and whisper it to me.”The men at his table laughed. I did too, shaking my head.“Friends of yours?” Helena asked.“Men from my old cohort,” I said. “Come on, I’ll introduce you.”Helena’s body tightened. I saw that same expression flash across her features. Resignation? Consternation? I wasn’t sure. Even here, away from the dark street, I wasn’t sure exactly what I’d seen. It was gone too fast.“Sure,” she said, stepping forward and forcing me to move after her.The men rose to meet me, and I greeted each with a rough embrace and a few rougher words. Sergius, Gratian, Suda, Maurice and Niketas; as good a squad of stratiotai that had ever served in Justinian’s legions.“Boys, this is Helena,” I said as we sat in the chairs pulled over for us. “My shield mate. She guards the Empress with me.”Sergius blinked. Maurice choked on his wine while Suda and Niketas glanced at each other in disbelief. Helena, however, seemed to loosen. Her gaze flicked to me, and I saw the faint crinkle of something disappear from the corners of her eyes.Gratian, horse’s ass that he was, guffawed.“Come on, Centenarius,” he said. He was seated on Helena’s other side, and took the opportunity to drape one arm around her shoulders. “You can’t expect us to believe that sweet little thing fights beside you?”Whatever else I could say about Gratian, and there was a lot, I couldn’t fault his eye.Helena was in her tunica, cut in the same simple, utilitarian shape as my own. It was loose, ending just above her knees and doing nothing to accentuate the feminine curves of her body. However, unlike the wrinkled, slightly stained pale gray of my tunica, hers had been dyed a deep green.It was near to the cypress of her eyes. It made them appear brighter, and more vivid than I’d ever seen them. The green brought out the copper of her hair, deepening it and adding layers to those tumbling waves.She was beautiful; the field of grass after rain.“You think I’m sweet?” Helena said, lips curling into a small smile.“Sweet enough to eat,” he said. His eyes roved up and down her body. “How much?”Helena stayed relaxed. That small smile never left her lips.“I’m good, too.” Gratian insisted. “You’ll see. My phallus’s so good that you should be the one paying me!”He snickered through his leering grin. I shook my head when Sergius opened his mouth to interfere. Although I needn’t have. Because, an instant later, Helena’s fist crunched into Gratian’s throat.He gagged, falling backwards, his chair crashing to the ground. The tavern fell silent, all eyes on Helena as she slowly stood. Helena’s eyes swept the room. There was a heartbeat of silence, and then two. Her lip suddenly quirked.“Nobody touches before they pay.”The room exploded with laughter, covering the sound of Gratian’s moaning. Helena sat back down, while I moved to help the man pick himself off the floor.“I’ll kill her,” he choked. “I’ll fucking kill that bitch.”“Shut up,” I said, loud enough for the others to hear. “She’d gut you like a fish. And I’d cut off whatever bits my shield mate left of you.”I pulled him up, and made a show of checking him over. I hissed into his ear. “You stupid bastard. Helena’s the Empress’ personal guard. Do you want your head to the decorate palace walls?”Gratian’s face blanched. He started to stammer something but I pushed him away. “I told you to shut the fuck up. Go get us some more wine.”“Whatever Kostas hasn’t pissed in for me,” Helena called.Sergius grin was wide. “Good punch, that. It's the only way to get him to shut his hole.”“Aye,” Niketas said, draining his cup. He burped. “Finally, some fucking peace.”“Centenarius,” Maurice said, leaning forward. “No offense to your lady, but a shield mate? Are you sure about this?”“This lady,” Helena said. “Can speak for herself. Look me in the eyes and tell me what you mean.”Maurice complied. “You’re a woman. You’re real pretty, I’ll give you that, but you don’t know what this means.”“I don’t need a phallus to piss standing up. Why would I need one to hold up a shield?”Maurice smirked. “Cute. But it's more than that, it's,”"Wait, you can piss standing up?” Gratian interrupted, returning with two clay pitchers of wine. “Seriously?”The others groaned.“That wasn’t the point, Grat,” Suda said. “Although, now I am a bit curious,”"It's easy,” Helena said, throwing him a wink. “And I guarantee that I can piss better than Grat fucks.”Laughter rolled around the table. Even Gratian snickered, though heat crawled up his face. He started pouring the wine, filling Helena’s cup and then mine.“So, what the hell are you talking about, then?”“If she can really be Leo’s shield mate,” Maurice said. “If she can fight.”“She knows what it means, Maur,” I said. “She’s good, too. Fast. And she’s got some sense, unlike you thick-headed bastards.”“Good enough for me,” Sergius said. “What do you say boys, we gonna keep her around?”“Let's drink!” Niketas said, grabbing his cup.Sergius banged the table, hoisting his own cup into the air. “To Helena!”“Helena!” We roared, slamming our empty cups down a few moments later.Helena joined in, her smile wide and her cheeks flushed a happy red. Our pitaroudia arrived, and we fell to bickering over the platter of fried balls. They were delicious; tomato, onion and bits of a leafy herb mixed into a patty of ground chickpea.These were rough men that lived rough lives. They were soldiers; killers that earned their coin in the grinding crush of the shield wall. They respected a foul mouth, a hard fist and loyalty to one’s brothers.They were stratiotai.And when Helena clacked her cup with a still sheepish looking Gratian; I saw them start to think of her as one too.“Leo never told me that he was a Centenarius,” Helena eventually said.I snorted. “That’s because I’m not. These idiots just call me that.”“The crest on the helmet don’t make the Centenarius,” Suda drawled. “Ain’t that right, Serg?”“You’re damned right about that, lad,” the older man replied. “Some wise words there.”I rolled my eyes, the rest of the boys snickering into their cups. Sergius liked to share whatever kernels of wisdom popped into his head. We’d all heard this particular one a hundred times already.“We call him that because of Callinicum,” Sergius continued, answering Helena’s question.“Ah,” she said. “You were all there?”Sergius nodded, “and my bones would be decorating some Persian’s trophy shelf if it wasn’t for the Centenarius here. All of ours would.”The mood sobered, each of us remembering. I looked down to my hands; seeing the flecks of old, old blood beneath my fingernails. The ones I could never seem to clean.“Was it bad?” Helena asked.“Aye,” Sergius answered. “The old Centenarius was a right stupid prick. He got himself killed in the first charge of the Sassanid horsemen. Leontius here took over after that. Things were real shaky for a bit, but he kept us from scattering and being cut to pieces. And when the general decided he’d had enough of watching us die, Leo got us retreating.”Nobody spoke for a while, memories holding us. Some of us put wine to our lips. I just stared out at nothing with unfocused eyes. The mood remained dark until Gratian, bless his fool soul, blurted out;“Fuck, but Centenarius Demetrius was a prick.”That brought out a few chuckles. Niketas let out another burp, and Maurice swatted the back of his head. Most of us felt lighter after that. It didn’t do any good to dwell on the past. The things we’d done, the friends we’d lost, It wasn’t good to remember. Stratiotai had to live for the moment.Maybe that was why I’d always been such a terrible soldier.Midnight guard duty.It was approaching midnight when Sergius hauled himself to his feet. He blinked bleary eyes, motioning to the others.“Right boys, we’ve got patrol in the morning. Let’s get moving.”The men swallowed their last mouthfuls of wine, said their goodbyes and stumbled away with various levels of coordination.Sergius watched them go with a shake of his head. He riffled through a pouch at his side for a moment before turning back to me.“I’ve got something for you here, Centenarius. It got to the barracks a week or so ago.”He held a folded envelope out towards me. It had my name on it, written out in my mother’s blocky hand. I snatched it from him, quickly stuffing it away and out of sight. I didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to ruin this night.“It was good to see you, Leo,” Sergius said. He pulled me to my feet, and pounded my back in a rough embrace. “Don’t forget about us rankers while you’re dining with nobles.”“Take care of yourself, Serg,” I said, returning his embrace. “And, thank you.”“We’re on garrison duty,” the old soldier grinned. “What’s going to happen in the capital?”Sergius surprised Helena by pulling her into a hug next. “Keep your shield tight to his. Our Centenarius always seems to be around when shit is the deepest.”“I’ll keep him the sword from his back,” Helena said. “Though, it might loosen him up a bit.”The older man laughed. “It was good to meet you, lass. And remember, you’ve got a brother in old Sergius.” With a last little wave, he ambled out and into the deepening night.“You were right,” Helena said, settling back. She popped the last of the pitaroudia in her mouth. “This is a great place.”“Even with Grat here?” I asked with a smile.“Even still,” she said, her lips curling upward. She put her elbow on the table, leaning her heads against her palm. “I’m happy that you introduced me to your friends. I didn’t think it would be this, nice.”“It was,” I said. I shifted in my seat, wanting to move my chair closer to her. But the movement jostled the letter in my pocket. Suddenly, my mother’s words weighed more than a boulder. I shifted again, an awkward jerk of my body that accomplished nothing.Helena’s smile softened. She took pity on me, scooting over until her leg pressed against mine. I let out a breath, leaning back in my chair. We sat in silence for a while. I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth, and the quiet murmur of the few remaining patrons.“This was always my favorite part,” I said, after a while. I opened my eyes to find Helena watching me, waiting for me to continue.“A place like this,” I said. “With the others; once the campaigns done. It’s,”I trailed off, trying to order my thoughts. How could I explain this to someone who’d never been to war? How did I tell her of the constant tension; of the anxious expectation that came with knowing that somewhere, beyond the light of your campfire, someone wanted you dead.Kill or be killed; there was none of that here. I could drink with my friends, without wondering which of them I would lose. Or what I would have to do.It was just; "different,” I finished.Helena didn’t laugh. She didn’t smile or tease. She just watched me with eyes that took in so much of me. I caught a glimpse of it; the edge that wondrous vastness behind her cypress gaze. She leaned into me, resting her head against my shoulder and letting out a long breath.“Different,” she said. “I like that.”My eyes suddenly prickled. I blinked furiously, trying to clear the wetness seeping into them. I turned, leaning my chin against her hair; breathing in the scent of her. I shifted my arm to pull her closer, my mother’s letter forgotten.“Leo,” she said. “What would you do if you weren’t a soldier?”“I, I don’t know,” I said. “I’ve always been a soldier.”“But could you do it for ten more years?”“What else would I do? My father was stratiotai, and his father and his father. I don’t know anything else.”Helena shifted against my shoulder, her hair tickling my neck.“What was your plan once you retired?”I bobbed my shoulders in a small shrug, careful not to disturb her. “Go back to Rhodos. My mother is a seamstress. I’d help her run the shop.”“And marry a ‘good’ woman?” She said, her tone edged with mocking.I didn’t answer, though I tightened my grip on Helena. For a heartbeat, her body was stiff. Then, she let out another long breath, relaxing against me.“What about something like this?” She asked, gesturing around us. “A tavern.”“Running a Winehouse?”She pushed off of me, suddenly more animated. “Why not? You could open a soldier’s tavern on Rhodos; make a place for old stratiotai.”“A peaceful place,” I murmured.“Exactly!” She grinned. “It's a good idea, right?”“I’d have to learn how to make pitaroudia,” I said, feeling a smile tug at my lips.“I’m sure Kostas will give you his recipe.”I laughed. “I’m a solider, Helena, not a cook. I think I even burned water once.”“You are a soldier,” she said. Her eyes held mine. “But you can be something else.”I looked away, swallowing.“You’ll think about it?”“Sure,” I forced some lightness into my tone. “But only if you promise that you’d go out and catch fish for me every day.”Helena stiffened, her face suddenly bright red. Not the reaction I’d been expecting. Her eyes flicked over my face, searching. “You don’t think I’d be better as the cook? Or serving drinks?”“No,” I said, not having to force my smile. “You belong on the sea, right?”Her eyes were so wide. I felt my heart start to beat faster. That vastness, it was there, rising to the edge of her; on the verge of breaking through.“Leo,” she murmured. “I,”She was interrupted by the thump of a pouch onto our table. I looked over to find Kostas’ son standing by our table. The kid looked exhausted, but triumphant."You found what I asked for, then?” I said.He nodded, holding out a grubby hand.“Good man,” I grinned, flipping him a silver coin. He disappeared without another word. I quickly disengaged myself from Helena to put the lumpy, medium sized pouch away.“It's a surprise,” I told her. “For later.”She arched an eyebrow, but didn’t press me. She downed her last mouthful of wine, letting out a happy sigh. “We have to come back here.”I nodded, bringing my own wine to my lips.“It's nice to see that you can relax without my cunny in your mouth.”I choked, spraying out a mouthful of wine. Helena laughed, that deep, joy-filled sound. She pounded my back as I coughed myself hoarse. My face blazed, and I felt the eyes of everyone turn towards me.“Leo,” she said. “You’re defenseless.”I coughed, glaring at her through watery eyes.“Come on,” she said. “Let’s get back to the palace.”We walked out into the night, breathing in the city’s quiet. Although, it did not last long. We were but a handful of blocks from the Winehouse, when, out of the dark, we saw the fire.And heard the baying of the mob.A past shared with the Empress.The baying of the mob. The glow of fire.After a few moments of debate, Helena and I decided to move towards it. There were no screams of pain, no real sounds of violence coming from the streets ahead. We would see what there was, we decided, before returning to the Empress.We came into a square; one with a small, torch-lit church planted solidly at the northern end. A few squads of armored stratiotai, perhaps forty men, stood before the single door. They were imperial legionaries, though I did not recognize any of the grim-faced men. They all looked outward, swords drawn.Surrounding them, was the mob.The seething body of humanity was all around them. They totally filled the square; men, women, children. The old and the

Based on the work of Robyn Bee, In 7 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.The streets had been quiet as we’d passed, oddly subdued. The few people we saw had quickly ducked out of our way, though we were in our tunicae and sandals.Kostas’ place, I was happy to see, was lively. Drunken soldiers weren’t spilling out of the place, but there was enough of a crowd that we had to push our way past a few people. I led Helena to the back, where crusty old Kostas scowled from behind his bar.“Kostas,” I said, leaning against the bar. “I promised this Rhodian lady some pitaroudia. Are you going to disappoint her?”“Rhodian?” He said, suddenly a lot less grouchy looking.“From Lindos,” Helena said.We chatted for a bit, swapping the latest bit of island news that we had while Kostas poured us a couple of flagons of dark wine. The food would be ready in a few minutes, he told us.“She’s paying,” I said, when I spotted Kostas’ young son.The kid was coming back with an empty drink tray. I hooked him by the arm, leading him away. I put a silver coin in his hand, promising him another if he’d fetch something for me.Helena looked at me curiously, but I kept my mouth shut against her silent question.“Centenarius!” I heard a voice call. “Leontius!”I turned, already feeling a grin stretching my features. At a nearby table, five men were waving towards me. They wore happy smiles, their cheeks rosy with wine.“Sergius! You old bastard! What the hell are you doing here?”Sergius, a crusty old stratiotai with more scars on him than most had years, made a show of cupping one ear.“Can’t hear you so good, sir! Come here and whisper it to me.”The men at his table laughed. I did too, shaking my head.“Friends of yours?” Helena asked.“Men from my old cohort,” I said. “Come on, I’ll introduce you.”Helena’s body tightened. I saw that same expression flash across her features. Resignation? Consternation? I wasn’t sure. Even here, away from the dark street, I wasn’t sure exactly what I’d seen. It was gone too fast.“Sure,” she said, stepping forward and forcing me to move after her.The men rose to meet me, and I greeted each with a rough embrace and a few rougher words. Sergius, Gratian, Suda, Maurice and Niketas; as good a squad of stratiotai that had ever served in Justinian’s legions.“Boys, this is Helena,” I said as we sat in the chairs pulled over for us. “My shield mate. She guards the Empress with me.”Sergius blinked. Maurice choked on his wine while Suda and Niketas glanced at each other in disbelief. Helena, however, seemed to loosen. Her gaze flicked to me, and I saw the faint crinkle of something disappear from the corners of her eyes.Gratian, horse’s ass that he was, guffawed.“Come on, Centenarius,” he said. He was seated on Helena’s other side, and took the opportunity to drape one arm around her shoulders. “You can’t expect us to believe that sweet little thing fights beside you?”Whatever else I could say about Gratian, and there was a lot, I couldn’t fault his eye.Helena was in her tunica, cut in the same simple, utilitarian shape as my own. It was loose, ending just above her knees and doing nothing to accentuate the feminine curves of her body. However, unlike the wrinkled, slightly stained pale gray of my tunica, hers had been dyed a deep green.It was near to the cypress of her eyes. It made them appear brighter, and more vivid than I’d ever seen them. The green brought out the copper of her hair, deepening it and adding layers to those tumbling waves.She was beautiful; the field of grass after rain.“You think I’m sweet?” Helena said, lips curling into a small smile.“Sweet enough to eat,” he said. His eyes roved up and down her body. “How much?”Helena stayed relaxed. That small smile never left her lips.“I’m good, too.” Gratian insisted. “You’ll see. My phallus’s so good that you should be the one paying me!”He snickered through his leering grin. I shook my head when Sergius opened his mouth to interfere. Although I needn’t have. Because, an instant later, Helena’s fist crunched into Gratian’s throat.He gagged, falling backwards, his chair crashing to the ground. The tavern fell silent, all eyes on Helena as she slowly stood. Helena’s eyes swept the room. There was a heartbeat of silence, and then two. Her lip suddenly quirked.“Nobody touches before they pay.”The room exploded with laughter, covering the sound of Gratian’s moaning. Helena sat back down, while I moved to help the man pick himself off the floor.“I’ll kill her,” he choked. “I’ll fucking kill that bitch.”“Shut up,” I said, loud enough for the others to hear. “She’d gut you like a fish. And I’d cut off whatever bits my shield mate left of you.”I pulled him up, and made a show of checking him over. I hissed into his ear. “You stupid bastard. Helena’s the Empress’ personal guard. Do you want your head to the decorate palace walls?”Gratian’s face blanched. He started to stammer something but I pushed him away. “I told you to shut the fuck up. Go get us some more wine.”“Whatever Kostas hasn’t pissed in for me,” Helena called.Sergius grin was wide. “Good punch, that. It's the only way to get him to shut his hole.”“Aye,” Niketas said, draining his cup. He burped. “Finally, some fucking peace.”“Centenarius,” Maurice said, leaning forward. “No offense to your lady, but a shield mate? Are you sure about this?”“This lady,” Helena said. “Can speak for herself. Look me in the eyes and tell me what you mean.”Maurice complied. “You’re a woman. You’re real pretty, I’ll give you that, but you don’t know what this means.”“I don’t need a phallus to piss standing up. Why would I need one to hold up a shield?”Maurice smirked. “Cute. But it's more than that, it's,”"Wait, you can piss standing up?” Gratian interrupted, returning with two clay pitchers of wine. “Seriously?”The others groaned.“That wasn’t the point, Grat,” Suda said. “Although, now I am a bit curious,”"It's easy,” Helena said, throwing him a wink. “And I guarantee that I can piss better than Grat fucks.”Laughter rolled around the table. Even Gratian snickered, though heat crawled up his face. He started pouring the wine, filling Helena’s cup and then mine.“So, what the hell are you talking about, then?”“If she can really be Leo’s shield mate,” Maurice said. “If she can fight.”“She knows what it means, Maur,” I said. “She’s good, too. Fast. And she’s got some sense, unlike you thick-headed bastards.”“Good enough for me,” Sergius said. “What do you say boys, we gonna keep her around?”“Let's drink!” Niketas said, grabbing his cup.Sergius banged the table, hoisting his own cup into the air. “To Helena!”“Helena!” We roared, slamming our empty cups down a few moments later.Helena joined in, her smile wide and her cheeks flushed a happy red. Our pitaroudia arrived, and we fell to bickering over the platter of fried balls. They were delicious; tomato, onion and bits of a leafy herb mixed into a patty of ground chickpea.These were rough men that lived rough lives. They were soldiers; killers that earned their coin in the grinding crush of the shield wall. They respected a foul mouth, a hard fist and loyalty to one’s brothers.They were stratiotai.And when Helena clacked her cup with a still sheepish looking Gratian; I saw them start to think of her as one too.“Leo never told me that he was a Centenarius,” Helena eventually said.I snorted. “That’s because I’m not. These idiots just call me that.”“The crest on the helmet don’t make the Centenarius,” Suda drawled. “Ain’t that right, Serg?”“You’re damned right about that, lad,” the older man replied. “Some wise words there.”I rolled my eyes, the rest of the boys snickering into their cups. Sergius liked to share whatever kernels of wisdom popped into his head. We’d all heard this particular one a hundred times already.“We call him that because of Callinicum,” Sergius continued, answering Helena’s question.“Ah,” she said. “You were all there?”Sergius nodded, “and my bones would be decorating some Persian’s trophy shelf if it wasn’t for the Centenarius here. All of ours would.”The mood sobered, each of us remembering. I looked down to my hands; seeing the flecks of old, old blood beneath my fingernails. The ones I could never seem to clean.“Was it bad?” Helena asked.“Aye,” Sergius answered. “The old Centenarius was a right stupid prick. He got himself killed in the first charge of the Sassanid horsemen. Leontius here took over after that. Things were real shaky for a bit, but he kept us from scattering and being cut to pieces. And when the general decided he’d had enough of watching us die, Leo got us retreating.”Nobody spoke for a while, memories holding us. Some of us put wine to our lips. I just stared out at nothing with unfocused eyes. The mood remained dark until Gratian, bless his fool soul, blurted out;“Fuck, but Centenarius Demetrius was a prick.”That brought out a few chuckles. Niketas let out another burp, and Maurice swatted the back of his head. Most of us felt lighter after that. It didn’t do any good to dwell on the past. The things we’d done, the friends we’d lost, It wasn’t good to remember. Stratiotai had to live for the moment.Maybe that was why I’d always been such a terrible soldier.Midnight guard duty.It was approaching midnight when Sergius hauled himself to his feet. He blinked bleary eyes, motioning to the others.“Right boys, we’ve got patrol in the morning. Let’s get moving.”The men swallowed their last mouthfuls of wine, said their goodbyes and stumbled away with various levels of coordination.Sergius watched them go with a shake of his head. He riffled through a pouch at his side for a moment before turning back to me.“I’ve got something for you here, Centenarius. It got to the barracks a week or so ago.”He held a folded envelope out towards me. It had my name on it, written out in my mother’s blocky hand. I snatched it from him, quickly stuffing it away and out of sight. I didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to ruin this night.“It was good to see you, Leo,” Sergius said. He pulled me to my feet, and pounded my back in a rough embrace. “Don’t forget about us rankers while you’re dining with nobles.”“Take care of yourself, Serg,” I said, returning his embrace. “And, thank you.”“We’re on garrison duty,” the old soldier grinned. “What’s going to happen in the capital?”Sergius surprised Helena by pulling her into a hug next. “Keep your shield tight to his. Our Centenarius always seems to be around when shit is the deepest.”“I’ll keep him the sword from his back,” Helena said. “Though, it might loosen him up a bit.”The older man laughed. “It was good to meet you, lass. And remember, you’ve got a brother in old Sergius.” With a last little wave, he ambled out and into the deepening night.“You were right,” Helena said, settling back. She popped the last of the pitaroudia in her mouth. “This is a great place.”“Even with Grat here?” I asked with a smile.“Even still,” she said, her lips curling upward. She put her elbow on the table, leaning her heads against her palm. “I’m happy that you introduced me to your friends. I didn’t think it would be this, nice.”“It was,” I said. I shifted in my seat, wanting to move my chair closer to her. But the movement jostled the letter in my pocket. Suddenly, my mother’s words weighed more than a boulder. I shifted again, an awkward jerk of my body that accomplished nothing.Helena’s smile softened. She took pity on me, scooting over until her leg pressed against mine. I let out a breath, leaning back in my chair. We sat in silence for a while. I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth, and the quiet murmur of the few remaining patrons.“This was always my favorite part,” I said, after a while. I opened my eyes to find Helena watching me, waiting for me to continue.“A place like this,” I said. “With the others; once the campaigns done. It’s,”I trailed off, trying to order my thoughts. How could I explain this to someone who’d never been to war? How did I tell her of the constant tension; of the anxious expectation that came with knowing that somewhere, beyond the light of your campfire, someone wanted you dead.Kill or be killed; there was none of that here. I could drink with my friends, without wondering which of them I would lose. Or what I would have to do.It was just; "different,” I finished.Helena didn’t laugh. She didn’t smile or tease. She just watched me with eyes that took in so much of me. I caught a glimpse of it; the edge that wondrous vastness behind her cypress gaze. She leaned into me, resting her head against my shoulder and letting out a long breath.“Different,” she said. “I like that.”My eyes suddenly prickled. I blinked furiously, trying to clear the wetness seeping into them. I turned, leaning my chin against her hair; breathing in the scent of her. I shifted my arm to pull her closer, my mother’s letter forgotten.“Leo,” she said. “What would you do if you weren’t a soldier?”“I, I don’t know,” I said. “I’ve always been a soldier.”“But could you do it for ten more years?”“What else would I do? My father was stratiotai, and his father and his father. I don’t know anything else.”Helena shifted against my shoulder, her hair tickling my neck.“What was your plan once you retired?”I bobbed my shoulders in a small shrug, careful not to disturb her. “Go back to Rhodos. My mother is a seamstress. I’d help her run the shop.”“And marry a ‘good’ woman?” She said, her tone edged with mocking.I didn’t answer, though I tightened my grip on Helena. For a heartbeat, her body was stiff. Then, she let out another long breath, relaxing against me.“What about something like this?” She asked, gesturing around us. “A tavern.”“Running a Winehouse?”She pushed off of me, suddenly more animated. “Why not? You could open a soldier’s tavern on Rhodos; make a place for old stratiotai.”“A peaceful place,” I murmured.“Exactly!” She grinned. “It's a good idea, right?”“I’d have to learn how to make pitaroudia,” I said, feeling a smile tug at my lips.“I’m sure Kostas will give you his recipe.”I laughed. “I’m a solider, Helena, not a cook. I think I even burned water once.”“You are a soldier,” she said. Her eyes held mine. “But you can be something else.”I looked away, swallowing.“You’ll think about it?”“Sure,” I forced some lightness into my tone. “But only if you promise that you’d go out and catch fish for me every day.”Helena stiffened, her face suddenly bright red. Not the reaction I’d been expecting. Her eyes flicked over my face, searching. “You don’t think I’d be better as the cook? Or serving drinks?”“No,” I said, not having to force my smile. “You belong on the sea, right?”Her eyes were so wide. I felt my heart start to beat faster. That vastness, it was there, rising to the edge of her; on the verge of breaking through.“Leo,” she murmured. “I,”She was interrupted by the thump of a pouch onto our table. I looked over to find Kostas’ son standing by our table. The kid looked exhausted, but triumphant."You found what I asked for, then?” I said.He nodded, holding out a grubby hand.“Good man,” I grinned, flipping him a silver coin. He disappeared without another word. I quickly disengaged myself from Helena to put the lumpy, medium sized pouch away.“It's a surprise,” I told her. “For later.”She arched an eyebrow, but didn’t press me. She downed her last mouthful of wine, letting out a happy sigh. “We have to come back here.”I nodded, bringing my own wine to my lips.“It's nice to see that you can relax without my cunny in your mouth.”I choked, spraying out a mouthful of wine. Helena laughed, that deep, joy-filled sound. She pounded my back as I coughed myself hoarse. My face blazed, and I felt the eyes of everyone turn towards me.“Leo,” she said. “You’re defenseless.”I coughed, glaring at her through watery eyes.“Come on,” she said. “Let’s get back to the palace.”We walked out into the night, breathing in the city’s quiet. Although, it did not last long. We were but a handful of blocks from the Winehouse, when, out of the dark, we saw the fire.And heard the baying of the mob.A past shared with the Empress.The baying of the mob. The glow of fire.After a few moments of debate, Helena and I decided to move towards it. There were no screams of pain, no real sounds of violence coming from the streets ahead. We would see what there was, we decided, before returning to the Empress.We came into a square; one with a small, torch-lit church planted solidly at the northern end. A few squads of armored stratiotai, perhaps forty men, stood before the single door. They were imperial legionaries, though I did not recognize any of the grim-faced men. They all looked outward, swords drawn.Surrounding them, was the mob.The seething body of humanity was all around them. They totally filled the square; men, women, children. The old and the

Based on the work of Robyn Bee, In 7 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.The streets had been quiet as we’d passed, oddly subdued. The few people we saw had quickly ducked out of our way, though we were in our tunicae and sandals.Kostas’ place, I was happy to see, was lively. Drunken soldiers weren’t spilling out of the place, but there was enough of a crowd that we had to push our way past a few people. I led Helena to the back, where crusty old Kostas scowled from behind his bar.“Kostas,” I said, leaning against the bar. “I promised this Rhodian lady some pitaroudia. Are you going to disappoint her?”“Rhodian?” He said, suddenly a lot less grouchy looking.“From Lindos,” Helena said.We chatted for a bit, swapping the latest bit of island news that we had while Kostas poured us a couple of flagons of dark wine. The food would be ready in a few minutes, he told us.“She’s paying,” I said, when I spotted Kostas’ young son.The kid was coming back with an empty drink tray. I hooked him by the arm, leading him away. I put a silver coin in his hand, promising him another if he’d fetch something for me.Helena looked at me curiously, but I kept my mouth shut against her silent question.“Centenarius!” I heard a voice call. “Leontius!”I turned, already feeling a grin stretching my features. At a nearby table, five men were waving towards me. They wore happy smiles, their cheeks rosy with wine.“Sergius! You old bastard! What the hell are you doing here?”Sergius, a crusty old stratiotai with more scars on him than most had years, made a show of cupping one ear.“Can’t hear you so good, sir! Come here and whisper it to me.”The men at his table laughed. I did too, shaking my head.“Friends of yours?” Helena asked.“Men from my old cohort,” I said. “Come on, I’ll introduce you.”Helena’s body tightened. I saw that same expression flash across her features. Resignation? Consternation? I wasn’t sure. Even here, away from the dark street, I wasn’t sure exactly what I’d seen. It was gone too fast.“Sure,” she said, stepping forward and forcing me to move after her.The men rose to meet me, and I greeted each with a rough embrace and a few rougher words. Sergius, Gratian, Suda, Maurice and Niketas; as good a squad of stratiotai that had ever served in Justinian’s legions.“Boys, this is Helena,” I said as we sat in the chairs pulled over for us. “My shield mate. She guards the Empress with me.”Sergius blinked. Maurice choked on his wine while Suda and Niketas glanced at each other in disbelief. Helena, however, seemed to loosen. Her gaze flicked to me, and I saw the faint crinkle of something disappear from the corners of her eyes.Gratian, horse’s ass that he was, guffawed.“Come on, Centenarius,” he said. He was seated on Helena’s other side, and took the opportunity to drape one arm around her shoulders. “You can’t expect us to believe that sweet little thing fights beside you?”Whatever else I could say about Gratian, and there was a lot, I couldn’t fault his eye.Helena was in her tunica, cut in the same simple, utilitarian shape as my own. It was loose, ending just above her knees and doing nothing to accentuate the feminine curves of her body. However, unlike the wrinkled, slightly stained pale gray of my tunica, hers had been dyed a deep green.It was near to the cypress of her eyes. It made them appear brighter, and more vivid than I’d ever seen them. The green brought out the copper of her hair, deepening it and adding layers to those tumbling waves.She was beautiful; the field of grass after rain.“You think I’m sweet?” Helena said, lips curling into a small smile.“Sweet enough to eat,” he said. His eyes roved up and down her body. “How much?”Helena stayed relaxed. That small smile never left her lips.“I’m good, too.” Gratian insisted. “You’ll see. My phallus’s so good that you should be the one paying me!”He snickered through his leering grin. I shook my head when Sergius opened his mouth to interfere. Although I needn’t have. Because, an instant later, Helena’s fist crunched into Gratian’s throat.He gagged, falling backwards, his chair crashing to the ground. The tavern fell silent, all eyes on Helena as she slowly stood. Helena’s eyes swept the room. There was a heartbeat of silence, and then two. Her lip suddenly quirked.“Nobody touches before they pay.”The room exploded with laughter, covering the sound of Gratian’s moaning. Helena sat back down, while I moved to help the man pick himself off the floor.“I’ll kill her,” he choked. “I’ll fucking kill that bitch.”“Shut up,” I said, loud enough for the others to hear. “She’d gut you like a fish. And I’d cut off whatever bits my shield mate left of you.”I pulled him up, and made a show of checking him over. I hissed into his ear. “You stupid bastard. Helena’s the Empress’ personal guard. Do you want your head to the decorate palace walls?”Gratian’s face blanched. He started to stammer something but I pushed him away. “I told you to shut the fuck up. Go get us some more wine.”“Whatever Kostas hasn’t pissed in for me,” Helena called.Sergius grin was wide. “Good punch, that. It's the only way to get him to shut his hole.”“Aye,” Niketas said, draining his cup. He burped. “Finally, some fucking peace.”“Centenarius,” Maurice said, leaning forward. “No offense to your lady, but a shield mate? Are you sure about this?”“This lady,” Helena said. “Can speak for herself. Look me in the eyes and tell me what you mean.”Maurice complied. “You’re a woman. You’re real pretty, I’ll give you that, but you don’t know what this means.”“I don’t need a phallus to piss standing up. Why would I need one to hold up a shield?”Maurice smirked. “Cute. But it's more than that, it's,”"Wait, you can piss standing up?” Gratian interrupted, returning with two clay pitchers of wine. “Seriously?”The others groaned.“That wasn’t the point, Grat,” Suda said. “Although, now I am a bit curious,”"It's easy,” Helena said, throwing him a wink. “And I guarantee that I can piss better than Grat fucks.”Laughter rolled around the table. Even Gratian snickered, though heat crawled up his face. He started pouring the wine, filling Helena’s cup and then mine.“So, what the hell are you talking about, then?”“If she can really be Leo’s shield mate,” Maurice said. “If she can fight.”“She knows what it means, Maur,” I said. “She’s good, too. Fast. And she’s got some sense, unlike you thick-headed bastards.”“Good enough for me,” Sergius said. “What do you say boys, we gonna keep her around?”“Let's drink!” Niketas said, grabbing his cup.Sergius banged the table, hoisting his own cup into the air. “To Helena!”“Helena!” We roared, slamming our empty cups down a few moments later.Helena joined in, her smile wide and her cheeks flushed a happy red. Our pitaroudia arrived, and we fell to bickering over the platter of fried balls. They were delicious; tomato, onion and bits of a leafy herb mixed into a patty of ground chickpea.These were rough men that lived rough lives. They were soldiers; killers that earned their coin in the grinding crush of the shield wall. They respected a foul mouth, a hard fist and loyalty to one’s brothers.They were stratiotai.And when Helena clacked her cup with a still sheepish looking Gratian; I saw them start to think of her as one too.“Leo never told me that he was a Centenarius,” Helena eventually said.I snorted. “That’s because I’m not. These idiots just call me that.”“The crest on the helmet don’t make the Centenarius,” Suda drawled. “Ain’t that right, Serg?”“You’re damned right about that, lad,” the older man replied. “Some wise words there.”I rolled my eyes, the rest of the boys snickering into their cups. Sergius liked to share whatever kernels of wisdom popped into his head. We’d all heard this particular one a hundred times already.“We call him that because of Callinicum,” Sergius continued, answering Helena’s question.“Ah,” she said. “You were all there?”Sergius nodded, “and my bones would be decorating some Persian’s trophy shelf if it wasn’t for the Centenarius here. All of ours would.”The mood sobered, each of us remembering. I looked down to my hands; seeing the flecks of old, old blood beneath my fingernails. The ones I could never seem to clean.“Was it bad?” Helena asked.“Aye,” Sergius answered. “The old Centenarius was a right stupid prick. He got himself killed in the first charge of the Sassanid horsemen. Leontius here took over after that. Things were real shaky for a bit, but he kept us from scattering and being cut to pieces. And when the general decided he’d had enough of watching us die, Leo got us retreating.”Nobody spoke for a while, memories holding us. Some of us put wine to our lips. I just stared out at nothing with unfocused eyes. The mood remained dark until Gratian, bless his fool soul, blurted out;“Fuck, but Centenarius Demetrius was a prick.”That brought out a few chuckles. Niketas let out another burp, and Maurice swatted the back of his head. Most of us felt lighter after that. It didn’t do any good to dwell on the past. The things we’d done, the friends we’d lost, It wasn’t good to remember. Stratiotai had to live for the moment.Maybe that was why I’d always been such a terrible soldier.Midnight guard duty.It was approaching midnight when Sergius hauled himself to his feet. He blinked bleary eyes, motioning to the others.“Right boys, we’ve got patrol in the morning. Let’s get moving.”The men swallowed their last mouthfuls of wine, said their goodbyes and stumbled away with various levels of coordination.Sergius watched them go with a shake of his head. He riffled through a pouch at his side for a moment before turning back to me.“I’ve got something for you here, Centenarius. It got to the barracks a week or so ago.”He held a folded envelope out towards me. It had my name on it, written out in my mother’s blocky hand. I snatched it from him, quickly stuffing it away and out of sight. I didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to ruin this night.“It was good to see you, Leo,” Sergius said. He pulled me to my feet, and pounded my back in a rough embrace. “Don’t forget about us rankers while you’re dining with nobles.”“Take care of yourself, Serg,” I said, returning his embrace. “And, thank you.”“We’re on garrison duty,” the old soldier grinned. “What’s going to happen in the capital?”Sergius surprised Helena by pulling her into a hug next. “Keep your shield tight to his. Our Centenarius always seems to be around when shit is the deepest.”“I’ll keep him the sword from his back,” Helena said. “Though, it might loosen him up a bit.”The older man laughed. “It was good to meet you, lass. And remember, you’ve got a brother in old Sergius.” With a last little wave, he ambled out and into the deepening night.“You were right,” Helena said, settling back. She popped the last of the pitaroudia in her mouth. “This is a great place.”“Even with Grat here?” I asked with a smile.“Even still,” she said, her lips curling upward. She put her elbow on the table, leaning her heads against her palm. “I’m happy that you introduced me to your friends. I didn’t think it would be this, nice.”“It was,” I said. I shifted in my seat, wanting to move my chair closer to her. But the movement jostled the letter in my pocket. Suddenly, my mother’s words weighed more than a boulder. I shifted again, an awkward jerk of my body that accomplished nothing.Helena’s smile softened. She took pity on me, scooting over until her leg pressed against mine. I let out a breath, leaning back in my chair. We sat in silence for a while. I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth, and the quiet murmur of the few remaining patrons.“This was always my favorite part,” I said, after a while. I opened my eyes to find Helena watching me, waiting for me to continue.“A place like this,” I said. “With the others; once the campaigns done. It’s,”I trailed off, trying to order my thoughts. How could I explain this to someone who’d never been to war? How did I tell her of the constant tension; of the anxious expectation that came with knowing that somewhere, beyond the light of your campfire, someone wanted you dead.Kill or be killed; there was none of that here. I could drink with my friends, without wondering which of them I would lose. Or what I would have to do.It was just; "different,” I finished.Helena didn’t laugh. She didn’t smile or tease. She just watched me with eyes that took in so much of me. I caught a glimpse of it; the edge that wondrous vastness behind her cypress gaze. She leaned into me, resting her head against my shoulder and letting out a long breath.“Different,” she said. “I like that.”My eyes suddenly prickled. I blinked furiously, trying to clear the wetness seeping into them. I turned, leaning my chin against her hair; breathing in the scent of her. I shifted my arm to pull her closer, my mother’s letter forgotten.“Leo,” she said. “What would you do if you weren’t a soldier?”“I, I don’t know,” I said. “I’ve always been a soldier.”“But could you do it for ten more years?”“What else would I do? My father was stratiotai, and his father and his father. I don’t know anything else.”Helena shifted against my shoulder, her hair tickling my neck.“What was your plan once you retired?”I bobbed my shoulders in a small shrug, careful not to disturb her. “Go back to Rhodos. My mother is a seamstress. I’d help her run the shop.”“And marry a ‘good’ woman?” She said, her tone edged with mocking.I didn’t answer, though I tightened my grip on Helena. For a heartbeat, her body was stiff. Then, she let out another long breath, relaxing against me.“What about something like this?” She asked, gesturing around us. “A tavern.”“Running a Winehouse?”She pushed off of me, suddenly more animated. “Why not? You could open a soldier’s tavern on Rhodos; make a place for old stratiotai.”“A peaceful place,” I murmured.“Exactly!” She grinned. “It's a good idea, right?”“I’d have to learn how to make pitaroudia,” I said, feeling a smile tug at my lips.“I’m sure Kostas will give you his recipe.”I laughed. “I’m a solider, Helena, not a cook. I think I even burned water once.”“You are a soldier,” she said. Her eyes held mine. “But you can be something else.”I looked away, swallowing.“You’ll think about it?”“Sure,” I forced some lightness into my tone. “But only if you promise that you’d go out and catch fish for me every day.”Helena stiffened, her face suddenly bright red. Not the reaction I’d been expecting. Her eyes flicked over my face, searching. “You don’t think I’d be better as the cook? Or serving drinks?”“No,” I said, not having to force my smile. “You belong on the sea, right?”Her eyes were so wide. I felt my heart start to beat faster. That vastness, it was there, rising to the edge of her; on the verge of breaking through.“Leo,” she murmured. “I,”She was interrupted by the thump of a pouch onto our table. I looked over to find Kostas’ son standing by our table. The kid looked exhausted, but triumphant."You found what I asked for, then?” I said.He nodded, holding out a grubby hand.“Good man,” I grinned, flipping him a silver coin. He disappeared without another word. I quickly disengaged myself from Helena to put the lumpy, medium sized pouch away.“It's a surprise,” I told her. “For later.”She arched an eyebrow, but didn’t press me. She downed her last mouthful of wine, letting out a happy sigh. “We have to come back here.”I nodded, bringing my own wine to my lips.“It's nice to see that you can relax without my cunny in your mouth.”I choked, spraying out a mouthful of wine. Helena laughed, that deep, joy-filled sound. She pounded my back as I coughed myself hoarse. My face blazed, and I felt the eyes of everyone turn towards me.“Leo,” she said. “You’re defenseless.”I coughed, glaring at her through watery eyes.“Come on,” she said. “Let’s get back to the palace.”We walked out into the night, breathing in the city’s quiet. Although, it did not last long. We were but a handful of blocks from the Winehouse, when, out of the dark, we saw the fire.And heard the baying of the mob.A past shared with the Empress.The baying of the mob. The glow of fire.After a few moments of debate, Helena and I decided to move towards it. There were no screams of pain, no real sounds of violence coming from the streets ahead. We would see what there was, we decided, before returning to the Empress.We came into a square; one with a small, torch-lit church planted solidly at the northern end. A few squads of armored stratiotai, perhaps forty men, stood before the single door. They were imperial legionaries, though I did not recognize any of the grim-faced men. They all looked outward, swords drawn.Surrounding them, was the mob.The seething body of humanity was all around them. They totally filled the square; men, women, children. The old and the

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Nel corso del Grasshopper Direct, Suda 51 e Shinji Mikami hanno espresso scherzosamente il desiderio di poter lavorare ad un remake di Killer7 e un suo sequel ufficiale (che gli piacerebbe chiamare Killer11). Nella parte centrale, invece, due chiacchiere sulle dichiarazioni di Johnatan Blow a proposito delle vendite disastrose della nuova edizione di Braid. Nella terza parte, infine, affrontiamo la spinosa questione dei licenziamenti di massa in Bungie e del futuro dell'azienda. Puoi ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Abbonarti Qui⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ per supportare il progetto; i contenuti resteranno comunque accessibili a chiunque.

We check in with long-time WCLS staff and new branch managers Mariya Farmagey and Erin Suda. Mariya is now the branch manager for North Fork Library and Erin is the new branch manager for Island Library.

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Juan Ignacio Pérez Iglesias es catedrático de Fisiología y presenta en Fin de Semana 'Primates al este del Edén'Vivimos en una era fascinante. Una época de revolución tecnológica, en la que se habla de Inteligencia Artificial, de mirar al espacio en busca de formas de vida y lugares en los que vivir… En un momento en que el futuro resulta más prometedor que nunca son pocos los que miran al pasado en busca de claves para entender quiénes somos y cómo hemos llegado a ser lo que somos hoy. La capacidad de adaptación del ser humano al entorno es realmente admirable. Porque no siempre anduvimos sobre dos piernas. Ni comimos carne. Ni, fíjate, sudamos tanto. Es realmente precioso saber cómo el organismo ha ido evolucionando, adaptándose a las circunstancias que le han rodeado y nos han permitido estar aquí. Juan Ignacio Pérez Iglesias es biólogo y catedrático de Fisiología en la Universidad del País Vasco. Ha presentado en Fin de Semana 'Primates al este del Edén'. ESCUCHA FIN DE SEMANAEscucha ahora 'Fin de Semana'. "Fin de Semana" es un programa presentado por Cristina López Schlichting, prestigiosa comunicadora de radio y articulista en prensa, es un magazine que se emite en COPE, los sábados y domingos, de 10.00 a 14.00 horas. A lo largo de sus cuatro horas de...

Diese Episode ist Teil der Vorlesung "Juristische Recherche". Wir begrüßen als Gast Mag. Martha Suda. Sie ist Wirtschaftsdelegierte der WKO in Sarajevo.

Lapidus Pour Homme by Ted Lapidus (1987) + Angels in America: A Gay Fantasia on National Themes by Tony Kushner (1991) with Paul Suda 3/18/24 S6E24

Start of the month and here are the recommended resources which I think are very much worth checking out to learn from!  ---------------------------------- Resources ----------------------------------- Great Game Designer Book - https://www.amazon.co.uk/Role-Great-Game-Designer-Handbook/dp/1777993202 Return to Monkey Island - https://youtu.be/SdWzlDwxBmQ?feature=shared Graveyard of Features - https://www.gamedeveloper.com/design/the-graveyard-of-features-in-games-when-stuff-that-seemed-promising-just-doesn-t-work Suda 51 Career - https://www.gamedeveloper.com/design/suda51-on-25-years-of-making-strange-masterpieces-at-grasshopper-manufacture IGN Unionise - https://www.gamedeveloper.com/business/ign-workers-are-unionizing-under-newsguild-cwa ----------------------------------- Contact Me ---------------------------------- Twitter: maxpears​   Website: https://www.maxpears.com/​ Email: leveldesignlobby@gmail.com #gamedev #leveldesign #podcast

Tulipani odveli bivšeg ministra u zatvor. Dogovor o načelniku oružanih snaga. Ljevica se priprema za novi prosvjed. Sudačka afera u nogometu. Osoba tjedna Nada Lovrić.

Počeo je bijeli štrajk. Sudačka udruga kaže da se odazvalo više od 80% sudaca, ministar pravosuđa odgovara da je otkazano samo 22% ročišta. Vlada je predstavila nove koeficijente za plaće državnih i javnih službenika. Državni sektor je zadovoljan, dok je javni sektor izrazito nezadovoljan. I punica Luke Modrića izgubila je sjećanje na suđenju braći Mamić i suoptuženima za izvlačenje novca iz Dinama.

Chtěla, aby za ni hovořilo pouze její dílo – experimentální, těžko zařaditelné a hluboce intelektuální. Jaká doopravdy byla spisovatelka, která si teprve na konci života uvědomila, jak vůbec psát? V dokudramatu uslyšíte Evu Vrbkovou, Andreu Elsnerovou nebo Jana Teplého. O avantgardních začátcích, životě s kontroverzním umělcem Zdenkem Rykrem i působení v americkém exilu hovoří editor jejího díla Kristián Suda.Všechny díly podcastu Osudové ženy můžete pohodlně poslouchat v mobilní aplikaci mujRozhlas pro Android a iOS nebo na webu mujRozhlas.cz.

TONIGHT: The show begins in the Federal Reserve meeting re the direction of the economy after eleven hikes.  From Hasbro toys to Lancaster County PA.  From Warsaw to Berlin to Brussels. .  From Buenos Aires to Caracas, from Guatemala to Bolivia.  With special attention to an alleged Cuban spy. From Niger to Sierra Leone to Suda to Egypt.  From Harvard to Kabul to Arkansas. And more.  1920 Evacuating Odessa.

Ep 389 - Xbox accidentally released plans for new consoles, release schedules, and much more. Meanwhile, Suda and Swery are teaming up for a time-looping slasher, and we check out a few of the more interesting reveals from Tokyo Game Show. 0:00 - Opening 2:27 - Corrections 3:40 - Hotel Barcelona - Swery X Suda 15:54 - TGS Round-Up 39:19 - A Word From Our Sponsors 41:58 - Xbox Leaks 1:11:38 - Also This Week 1:23:42 - L&R: Wish I'd Go Back 1:27:26 - L&R: Is 2023 Bad for Devs? 1:34:44 - L&R Game: MK1 or SF6? 1:38:32 - Time for Bets 1:43:02 - Closing Go to http://factormeals.com/allies50 and use code allies50 to get 50% off. This episode is sponsored by BetterHelp - go to http://betterhelp.com/allies to get started today. TGS Games Discussed: Hotel Barcelona Eiyuden Chronicles: Hundred Heroes Altheia: The Wrath of Aferi Persona 3 Reload Like A Dragon Infinite Wealth Sonic Superstars Rusty Rabbit

Mi esposa me comenta que la vecina tiene sífilis.

Débat entre Daniel Suda Lang, directeur de Handicap International Suisse, et Stéphane Siohan, correspondant RTS à Kiev.

Cuando decimos “el jamón suda”, nos referimos a que, cuando cortamos el jamón ibérico, se forman unas gotitas sobre las lascas cortadas que aparentan sudor. También habréis observado que en algunos jamones, los denominados “con chorreras”, cuando están colgados deslizan sudor por su superficie por lo que se hace necesario insertarles un recipiente en la parte inferior, “los llorones”, para recogerlo e impedir que manche el suelo. ¿Por qué ocurre todo esto? Miguel Pocoví lo explica en este nuevo capítulo de Quilo de Ciencia.

Cuando decimos “el jamón suda”, nos referimos a que, cuando cortamos el jamón ibérico, se forman unas gotitas sobre las lascas cortadas que aparentan sudor. También habréis observado que en algunos jamones, los denominados “con chorreras”, cuando están colgados deslizan sudor por su superficie por lo que se hace necesario insertarles un recipiente en la parte inferior, “los llorones”, para recogerlo e impedir que manche el suelo. ¿Por qué ocurre todo esto? Miguel Pocoví lo explica en este nuevo capítulo de Quilo de Ciencia.

En mi examen de próstata, el doctor se hace bolas

Welcome to Dev Game Club, where this week we continue our series on 2008's survival horror in space, Dead Space. We talk about the ways we are maybe breaking the game a bit, art design, level design and camera framing, and sometimes... how it doesn't work. Dev Game Club looks at classic video games and plays through them over several episodes, providing commentary. Sections played: Into Level 7 (Brett) or 4 (Tim) Issues covered: unkillable aliens, alien encounter tropes, taking themselves seriously, unknowable cosmic horror being taken seriously, dying again and again in a turret section, managing a lot in the asteroid section, being unable to learn a pattern, silence accentuating strangeness, building up to turning on the turret, the increasing grandiosity of set pieces, making set pieces last longer through difficulty, replaying areas in games and allowing that richness to carry you through, set pieces with cutscene rewards, the right mix in a set piece in the centrifuge, putting the character in unlikely places, breaking the game with the pulse rifle, the expectations of the space marine, good achievement design, getting rewarded similarly to a headshot, using stasis to learn where to shoot, fearing running out of upgrades, the suit design and the skeletal vertebrae, making Isaac look like he's in the same space as his suit, not feeling space, extra layers of geometry, repeating spaces to make things feel artificially familiar, framing doors so that you can see what you're doing next, not needing the breadcrumbs. Games, people, and influences mentioned or discussed: Visceral, Star Wars: Starfighter, Alien (series), Independence Day, Resident Evil 4, Event Horizon, Tom Cruise, Asteroids, Medal of Honor: Allied Assault, Dark Souls, The Last of Us II, Uncharted (series), Tomb Raider (series), Killer 7, Suda 51, Grasshopper Manufacture, Platinum, H. R. Geiger, Mystery Dip, Blarg42, Kirk Hamilton, Aaron Evers, Mark Garcia. Next time: Our last episode of play Errata: Brett was in fact on suit level 3. He regrets the error. Twitch: brettdouville or timlongojr, instagram:timlongojr, Twitter: @timlongojr and @devgameclub DevGameClub@gmail.com