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On the weekend of RadioSEGA LiVE's 15th anniversary, we join Viper for a fresh look into RadioSEGA's segment vault on another RadioSEGA Shuffle as per tradition! TRACKLISTING: 00:00:00 SONIC X SHADOW GENERATIONS ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACK "Perfect | Reflections" - Escape From The City (SXSG Extra Remix) 00:03:08 Ollie King - The Concept of Love [The Concept of Passion Mix] 00:07:45 Phantasy Star Universe: Ambition of the Illuminus - Save This World - REMIX Version - 00:12:12 Time to Mix Things Up! 00:21:21 In-Reverse (2010 Edition) - Play 1 00:26:44 Phantasy Star Collection: Sound Collection I - Main Theme ~Phantasy Star III~ 00:32:00 Mr Stream - Desert Palace 00:35:42 maimai - Sky High (Reborn) [from Video Game "Daytona USA"] [Full Ver.] 00:40:28 Sonic Unleashed (Sonic World Adventure) - Tornado Defense - 1st Battle 00:42:09 This is The Voice of Reason 00:55:49 In-Reverse (2010 Edition) - Play 2 00:59:17 Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE - Dream Catcher 01:03:31 Yakuza Karaoke Selection (Ryu Uta: Ryu ga Gotoku KARAOKE BEST SELECTION) - GET TO THE TOP! [Full Spec Edition] 01:08:47 F-Zero GX/AX - CAPTAIN FALCON 01:12:05 Initial D Arcade Stage - SPACE BOY 01:16:46 Welcome to Chart Toppin' Knockout 01:22:09 In-Reverse (2010 Edition) - Play 3 01:25:18 Let's Tap - TAP de Papapaya (Long Version) [CTK #3] 01:29:33 Groovemaster303 - Island of Everlasting Summer (Extended Acid Mix) [CTK #2] 01:34:01 Sonic and the Secret Rings (Sonic to Himitsu no Ring) - The Wicked Wild [CTK #1] 01:37:31 Tier Listing the Yakuza/LaD Series 01:56:51 In-Reverse (2010 Edition) - Play 4 01:59:23 Persona Q2: New Cinema Labyrinth - Pull the Trigger 02:03:03 Kurohyo: Ryu ga Gotoku Shinsho - SO UNUSUAL 02:05:08 Hatsune Miku Project DIVA Arcade Future Tone - Systematic Love 02:10:05 In-Reverse (2010 Edition) - Results 02:23:31 Hiro 30th Anniversary Album: Thank You for Listening! - sleeper (from Crackin' DJ Part 2) 02:27:20 SEGAAGES Sound Track - Origin ~Awaken~ (Theme of Heroes) [BGM1]" from Gain Ground 02:33:22 Streets of Rage 4 (Bare Knuckle IV) - Stainless Kill 02:37:29 Thanks for Listening! 02:47:45 Guilty Gear Xrd - REVELATOR- - The Ship
On the weekend of RadioSEGA LiVE's 15th anniversary, we join Viper for a fresh look into RadioSEGA's segment vault on another RadioSEGA Shuffle as per tradition! TRACKLISTING: 00:00:00 SONIC X SHADOW GENERATIONS ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACK "Perfect | Reflections" - Escape From The City (SXSG Extra Remix) 00:03:08 Ollie King - The Concept of Love [The Concept of Passion Mix] 00:07:45 Phantasy Star Universe: Ambition of the Illuminus - Save This World - REMIX Version - 00:12:12 Time to Mix Things Up! 00:21:21 In-Reverse (2010 Edition) - Play 1 00:26:44 Phantasy Star Collection: Sound Collection I - Main Theme ~Phantasy Star III~ 00:32:00 Mr Stream - Desert Palace 00:35:42 maimai - Sky High (Reborn) [from Video Game "Daytona USA"] [Full Ver.] 00:40:28 Sonic Unleashed (Sonic World Adventure) - Tornado Defense - 1st Battle 00:42:09 This is The Voice of Reason 00:55:49 In-Reverse (2010 Edition) - Play 2 00:59:17 Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE - Dream Catcher 01:03:31 Yakuza Karaoke Selection (Ryu Uta: Ryu ga Gotoku KARAOKE BEST SELECTION) - GET TO THE TOP! [Full Spec Edition] 01:08:47 F-Zero GX/AX - CAPTAIN FALCON 01:12:05 Initial D Arcade Stage - SPACE BOY 01:16:46 Welcome to Chart Toppin' Knockout 01:22:09 In-Reverse (2010 Edition) - Play 3 01:25:18 Let's Tap - TAP de Papapaya (Long Version) [CTK #3] 01:29:33 Groovemaster303 - Island of Everlasting Summer (Extended Acid Mix) [CTK #2] 01:34:01 Sonic and the Secret Rings (Sonic to Himitsu no Ring) - The Wicked Wild [CTK #1] 01:37:31 Tier Listing the Yakuza/LaD Series 01:56:51 In-Reverse (2010 Edition) - Play 4 01:59:23 Persona Q2: New Cinema Labyrinth - Pull the Trigger 02:03:03 Kurohyo: Ryu ga Gotoku Shinsho - SO UNUSUAL 02:05:08 Hatsune Miku Project DIVA Arcade Future Tone - Systematic Love 02:10:05 In-Reverse (2010 Edition) - Results 02:23:31 Hiro 30th Anniversary Album: Thank You for Listening! - sleeper (from Crackin' DJ Part 2) 02:27:20 SEGAAGES Sound Track - Origin ~Awaken~ (Theme of Heroes) [BGM1]" from Gain Ground 02:33:22 Streets of Rage 4 (Bare Knuckle IV) - Stainless Kill 02:37:29 Thanks for Listening! 02:47:45 Guilty Gear Xrd - REVELATOR- - The Ship
Você sabe o que significa ser umBEER GEEK?Perguntamos nas nossas redes sociais e recebemos respostas incríveis – de curiosos a especialistas, de visões críticas a análises mais sensatas.Para enriquecer essa conversa, convidamosCarlos Lima, o "Veio", dono do Tap Tap em SP e um apaixonado por cervejas. Ele compartilhou sua visão sobre o que é ser um beer geek e trouxe reflexões valiosas sobre o papel desses consumidores no mercado cervejeiro.Aperte o play e mergulhe nesse papo com a gente!
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Vrcholem roku pro kapelu The Tap Tap bude vánoční koncert na Nové scéně Národního divadla 23. prosince. Na jaké hosty se návštěvníci i diváci streamu mohou těšit? Jak probíhají zkoušky společenství hendikepovaných lidí? Jak se hledá ideální míra nároků a zodpovědnosti pro člověka s postižením?Všechny díly podcastu Host Radiožurnálu můžete pohodlně poslouchat v mobilní aplikaci mujRozhlas pro Android a iOS nebo na webu mujRozhlas.cz.
A new device is hoping to make communication easier between music students and their teachers. Hywel Davies has been speaking to the team behind the ‘Tap Tap'. Image shows the RNIB Connect Radio logo. On a white background ‘RNIB' written in bold black capital letters and underline with a bold pink line. Underneath the line: ‘Connect Radio' is written in black in a smaller font.
This week, we're hearing about the ‘Sensaball' a new multi-directional cane tip from Australia, Hubert finds out how to get started in programming, plus we've been finding out about the 'Tap Tap' device, designed for blind and partially sighted musicians and learners. You can listen to the show live in the UK every Tuesday at 1pm on Freeview Channel 730, online at RNIB Connect Radio | RNIB , or on your smart speaker. You'll hear new episodes of the Tech Talk Podcast every Tuesday afternoon, so make sure you're subscribed to never miss an episode. We'd love to hear your thoughts on accessible technology, drop us an email at techtalk@rnib.org.uk
After a.... brief hiatus... I am back! In this episode I am sharing where I went, what I have been up to, and my thoughts about bringing back the podcast!Connect with me on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/thelaunchscientist/ and you can check out the 11 emails that will sell your course on autopilot freebie here https://www.quantumcoursecreator.com/11-emails__ Thank you so much for listening! If you enjoyed today's episode, can you leave us a 5-star rating and review on your preferred podcast app?I know if you listen to a lot of podcasts, you have heard this a ton, but whoever created podcasts made it the key metric for podcast growth and performance.Reviews help us get seen. Plus, we all like hearing nice things about ourselves, right? You look so good in those jeans, and I LOVE your hair.See! Felt good, didn't it!You can also connect with us right on Instagram! Its @thelaunchscientist. We'd love to connect! We'd even tell you to your insta-face that those jeans look great on you. Really tho- did you do something new with your hair? ;)
In this special episode, we feature some of the most haunting stories and of course, they had to happen in Changi. Changi is the place nobody wants to talk about, let alone wander about at night. Apparently, the Pontianak, a vengeful female apex predator, identified by her white gown and long black hair, haunts the place. Is it the same single entity terrorising our confessors or are there multiple versions of her? You decide, on this episode of Haunted Heritage: Changi, only on Supernatural Confessions. Supernatural Confessions was created and produced by Eugene Tay. If you would like to support this channel, do consider backing us on Patreon [www.patreons.com/supernaturalconfessions]. Weekly featured confession videos are live shows are streamed on YouTube [www.youtube.com/supernaturalconfessions]. Merchandise available on our website [www.supernaturalconfessions.com]
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Join us for this episode of Tap Tap Cast where we chat with LyleJeffsIII, a Canadian trainer who has been taking the 2024 Pokemon Go season by storm. Lyle(s) has won two regionals this season and the crew talk about the Canadian local scene, if he thinks he can take down Doonebug97 another time, and his predictions of who is going to win Worlds! Follow the crew! Amanda // www.twitter.com/Lundberger Martijn // www.twitter.com/InadequancePOGO Special Guest // www.twitter.com/LyleJeffsIII
Vyrostl v rodině známých herců a odmala tíhnul k hudbě. Na sklonku 90. let nastoupil jako vychovatel do Jedličkova ústavu. Založil skupinu The Tap Tap, se kterou prostřednictvím chytlavé muziky zpřístupňuje svět lidí s hendikepem široké veřejnosti. Jak léta v čele kapely hodnotí? A proč se o něm říká, že prošel integrací naruby?
Vyrostl v rodině známých herců a odmala tíhnul k hudbě. Na sklonku 90. let nastoupil jako vychovatel do Jedličkova ústavu. Založil skupinu The Tap Tap, se kterou prostřednictvím chytlavé muziky zpřístupňuje svět lidí s hendikepem široké veřejnosti. Jak léta v čele kapely hodnotí? A proč se o něm říká, že prošel integrací naruby?Všechny díly podcastu Zrcadlo můžete pohodlně poslouchat v mobilní aplikaci mujRozhlas pro Android a iOS nebo na webu mujRozhlas.cz.
Your hosts are back this week and we have a saucy one for you! Chuck, Stephen, and Allen Mark get together to discuss the 2nd solo EP from NCT leader TAEYONG! You better Tap Tap, Tap, Tap on that play button! (00:39) - Intro & Catch-up (08:15) - Stephen's Specials of the Week (15:23) - A Dash of Taeyong (21:10) - “Tap” Discussion (44:31) - “Moon Tour” Discussion (52:40) - “Run Away” Discussion (01:01:35) - “404 Loading” Discussion (01:11:29) - What's Our Flavorite? (01:15:34) - Last Call Let's Connect: Twitter: @HallyuCanEat Instagram: @HallyuCanEat Email: hallyucaneat@gmail.com Follow some of the Co-Leaders! Allen Mark - https://twitter.com/allenmarkca Chuck - https://twitter.com/ChuckJose Stephen - https://www.instagram.com/extendedfamradio/
It's official - SEGATHON 4 is happening this year! Gavvie shared the news on this week's episode, alongside promoting RS' 2nd appearance at MAGfest and an AI literary masterpiece. Chapters: 00:00:00 - Year 13 - A New Era 00:01:25 - Sonic the Hedgehog 4 Episode II - Sky Fortress Zone Act 2 00:03:35 - Streets of Rage 4 (Bare Knuckle IV) - Character Select 00:07:09 - This is Saturday Night SEGA 1 00:09:28 - The Score - Legend 00:12:32 - This is Saturday Night SEGA 2 00:26:02 - Unknown Artist - Giga Pudding [DUBSTEP REMIX] 00:28:41 - Omega Catastrophe - EXTREME ET from S.H. Main Theme 00:32:30 - DM DOKURO - KILLER 00:36:07 - This is Saturday Night SEGA 3 00:50:03 - Bayonetta 2 - Moon River (Infinite Climax Mix) 00:58:28 - Let's Tap - TAP de Papapaya [Long Version] 01:02:40 - Sonic Adventure 2 - Chao Race Extended Mix [Chao's Doki-Doki Banana Chips Run Mix] 01:09:22 - This is Saturday Night SEGA 4 01:20:55 - Akadoko & Kimishine: Ai no Densetsu CD - The Rub Rabbits! [Perfect Version] 01:25:23 - Fighting Vipers 2 - Beginning -Remix version- 01:29:12 - Persona 3: Dancing in Moonlight (Persona 3: Dancing Moon Night) - Want To Be Close (ATOLS Remix) -Long Mix- 01:32:26 - This is Saturday Night SEGA 5 01:47:42 - Sonic the Hedgehog Tribute - Game Result (kz coverd) 01:50:50 - Galaxy Force [C64] - Beyond the Galaxy 01:53:32 - This is Saturday Night SEGA 6 01:57:06 - B-Univ: Virtua Racing & Outrunners - Splash Wave (1993) 02:01:56 - TheBitterRoost - Triumph in Failure
Původně chtěl být lesník, potom kouzelník. Následně se věnoval loutkám a řezbařině. Za tím vším zněla muzika. Hudebník, kapelník a manažer skupiny The Tap Tap Šimon Ornest. Co dnes ví o lidech s handicapem a nevěděl to v roce 1996, kdy začal pracovat v Jedličkově ústavu? Které vlastnosti a schopnosti jsou podle něj u pedagoga nejpodstatnější? A jak Šimon přemýšlí o roli rodičovské?Všechny díly podcastu Stříbrný vítr můžete pohodlně poslouchat v mobilní aplikaci mujRozhlas pro Android a iOS nebo na webu mujRozhlas.cz.
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Orchestr The Tap Tap letos oslaví čtvrtstoletí své existence. Kolik muzikantů se v kapele za tu dobu vystřídalo? Jsou všichni hendikepovaní? Jaký je příběh nejslavnější písně Řiditel autobusu? A jak se změnil přístup české společnosti k lidem s postižením? Vladimír Kroc si povídal s bubeníkem, moderátorem a mluvčím skupiny Ladislavem Angelovičem a manažerem a kapelníkem Šimonem Ornestem.Všechny díly podcastu Host Radiožurnálu můžete pohodlně poslouchat v mobilní aplikaci mujRozhlas pro Android a iOS nebo na webu mujRozhlas.cz.
Aujourd'hui, sur le podcast, j'ai la chance immense de recevoir Anton de Tap Tap Cocktail pour discuter de tous les éléments à prendre en compte lorsque l'on organise le volet cocktail de son mariage. Il vous partage ses trucs et ses conseils pour une soirée tout en cocktail bien réussie! Pour découvrir les services de Tap Tap Cocktail: Site web: https://www.taptapcocktail.com/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/taptapcocktail/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/taptapcocktail PLANIFICATEUR DE MARIAGE: Utilise le code LEJOURJ10 pour obtenir 10% de rabais sur le Planificateur de Mariage d'M comme Majuscule https://mcommemajuscule.com/products/planificateur-de-mariage M comme Majuscule sur Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mcommemajuscule/ M comme Majuscule sur Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mcommemajuscule
With bold paintings and a simple, rhyming text, Caldecott Medalists Leo & Diane Dillon bring young readers a rap a tap tap celebration of dance that will have readers clapping and tapping along."There once was a man who danced in the street / He brought pleasure and joy to the people he'd greet / He didn't just dance, he made art with his feet / Rap a tap tap--think of that!" This simple book for young children has the added bonus of describing the life of a ground-breaking African-American tap dancer. Bill "Bojangles" Robinson was one of the most popular entertainers of the 1920s-30s. People said he "talked with his feet," and in the Dillons' graceful paintings of old New York, he dances from page to page to the tune of a toe-tapping rhyme. Rap a tap tap--think of that! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/avant-garde-books/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/avant-garde-books/support
As Vardor continues to descend into chaos we kick off chapter 3 of our campaign with a face to face between Elerra and Lady Ilya Alexandria Vysoren.
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This week the Queens are ready for a "Hair Cut" as they review the latest comeback from Xdinary Heroes. Listen as they discuss the new single, music video, album picks, styling, and biases. Emily and Charity also review a new mini-album from EXO's Chen and the latest EP from Verivery. Plus, K-pop news, Omega X, poll results, Queendom shoutouts, an Xdinary Heroes quiz, and more!Quiz - https://uquiz.com/quiz/0SE8DZ/which-xdinary-heroes-member-are-youPlaylist - https://open.spotify.com/playlist/60YvsEdbfdQg4jbDBJY7yd?si=dad982d95eab41e6Support the show
Chapter NineThe sun came through the mists above but only in brief bursts as Tappert, wrapping himself in a nice thick Wickshire scarf he'd acquired the previous year for just a few coin, ran down the steep hill from the Old Abbey grounds that were Saltblocke Farm atop the hill and under the great oak. But the clearing mist and bursts of wan early spring sunshine were only due to the fact that the hill was a slightly higher elevation than the surrounding countryside and so quickly, before Tappert reached the twisting roads and bottoms of the lands, he was once again running off through the thick mist, suddenly enveloped in the dense quiet it always made at this time of the morning, hearing nothing but the strike of his boots, the crunch of the road rock, and the gasping of his breath as he tried to keep his coffee and bacon down.“Bother,” he gasped, and burped since no one was around. “This is no way to start a proper morning of breakfasting.”Which was a very bobbin thing to say as breakfasting had sort of an event level statues to itTappert rushed on through the gloom and pushed away thoughts of frying eggs sizzling in rich butter, more perfectly cooked bacon, and perhaps even a dense and sweet lavender scone with one nice full pot of black coffee to see it all along and call proper breakfasting done and done. But none of this was going to happen and so he ran toward the crossroads, intent on the desperate errand he was about and perhaps bargaining that some sort of emergency breakfast could still be had if things went off quicker than they were looking.But it never does go that way,does it?And yet, despite all this, there were other darker thoughts to push away as Tappert ran for the wise man, Sorley Barters, who made his small residence in an underhill along the small hamlet all Littles called the Acres.Things… moved… out there in the swirling mists.Morning mist, even on one so fine,or so the morning promising seemed, still clutched at the shadows of the night out there in its grasp. And it was easy, after the events of last night, for Tappert to darkly imagine that near the edges of his vision, among the mists and fogs clinging to the dense bushes and deeper growth of the oaks and other trees between the fields and small hills of the district, in the shadows below the tall draping trees, that there were unnatural dark shadows out there. And it was easy, after the events of last night, for Tappert to darkly imagine that near the edges of his vision, among the mists and fogs clinging to the dense bushes and deeper growth of the oaks and other trees between the fields and small hills of the district, in the shadows below the tall draping trees, that there were unnatural dark shadows out there. Goblin small and seeming, and off, moving, and always there at the next twist or turn heading toward the crossroads, only to disappear as Tappert continued closer.And hadn't the strange man said something about being beset upon by goblins?Just then something moved too quickly near one of those dark shapes beneath the tall oaks and Tappert stopped suddenly, wishing he'd brought along his sturdy walking stick, as he studied the land. Perhaps if it were a beast, he could drive it off, he thought.But, Tappert had that peculiar sense this was not just some beast out too late after morning rise. Some natural predators out too late hunting, or just one of the stray dogs that plagued the flocks throughout the day. Or p'raps even a wolf come down out of the high places to hunt little children playing beyond the call and care of their parents and good dogs. No, this was not those natural things. There, standing stock still and watching the swirling mists off to the side of the road, Tappert had the distinct impression he was dealing with something out there in the mists, following parallel to his course, other than just a beast out hunting.Of course, despite their stature, bobbin are quite adept in dealing with beasts. So Tappert was not afraid but not curious. Just… cautious.This… was different. Felt different. Was… different.Other perhaps.We shall, if we continue this tale, need to discuss the meaning of other. Especially with respect to the little known yet very remarkable bobbin. But now is not the time for meanings and a deep discussion of Other. So, please remind me if I forget.Tappert began to walk slowly now, reasoning that if it were a beast of some sort then it was best to move slowly as a predator would perceive prey as running and try to take it from behind.And that would not do the stabbed man a bit of good at this dire moment.Bobbin have a thing about strangers of the road dying in their halls and care. And so, Tappert was intent on avoiding that whole mess.In the mist and fog, all Tappert could hear out there were the sounds of his own boots against the rough rock of the well-maintained road. Nothing else. Not even his breathing which he'd made very quiet. He was nearing the crossroads where he would turn and take the road up to the Acres and Sorely Barters, when his heart stopped and he saw, ahead on the road, some type of looming… skeleton, or even a pit demon perhaps, it was so tall, maybe even a giant and drooling warewoof come in to feed.Bobbin hate warewoofs and are convinced these creatures lie at the source of all their troubles. Their fireside tales will, invariably, involve the accusations of a warewoofbeing involved.But it was not this, or any of those things, and especially most of all a warewoof thankfully. It was in fact, merely the crossroads lamppost still lit in the dense fog, and what Tappert had taken for the two burning eyes of the hungry warewoof were merely the last two candles burning down and turned fiery orange by the early day's misty light.Tappert suddenly heard movement a'near'off, a bobbin way of saying over there, but whatever it was it was going away now, rustling off through the brush and none too clever by half or so it, whatever it was, must have been thinking to itself that it was about.For again, bobbin are remarkable creatures alone and in the wood and field. And if a bobbin is so of a mind, they can move through a forest at a dead run and never leave a trace. Especially if they've turned to taking off their boots, which they prefer for work and styling, and even the elves of Indolién come to have boots done in Leatherby, for bobbin boots are the finest workmanship, so all agree. But without boots, and wearing their walking mocs, as they call them, soft leather hide shoes their long-ago bobbin ancestors made, then a bobbin cannot be found having moved through an area no matter how recently, and at what reckless speed they did so.But not with fine boots on, as Tappert was so beshod this morning. Next to fine maps and well-kept books, Tappert MaCrow's other passion was well made clothing and leather boots. The sounds of his crunched on the hard rock, and just before the lamppost burning its twin evil eyes in the morning mist, the Little listened to whatever it was that had been trailing him, running alongside the road, take itself off and into the brush, heading off toward Quiet Stream a bit farther over. Which is how bobbin mean a'near'off but farther away.No less than a league.“P'raps it was a beast,” whispered Tappert to himself in the lonely morning gloom. “Needin' a drink before the day's sleep. That's all.”When it was gone and everything was silent once more, Tappert turned back to the lamppost and was just about to run again when standing there in front of him was Old Malrond himself.The elven wizard who often came from Indolién to share news and tales and magics of telling and show.Puffing his pipe and watching the Little through the morning gloom, the wizard stood stone still.“Well, Helloo there,” muttered the elven wizard, musing his beard as he blew smoke rings into the mist. “And what would little Tappert MaCrow be out doing at this time of the morning. Shouldn't you be making one of your fine breakfasts and ready for the day's work of curing olives and barreling oils for the markets of fair Indolién itself?”Startled, Tappert backed up suddenly and stared skyward at the tall wizard looming over him in the misty gloom beneath the lampposts. The two glaring candles turned hellish orange by the strange light of an almost surreal, and even magical morning.Then again, Tappert thought, calming himself even as he did so. It has been a strange and long night. Seeing warewoofs in the mist can do that to a one.“Hullo there Master Malrond,” said Tappert softly.Now, Tappert had never liked Malrond and had kept his dealings exclusively short with the wizard, purposely affecting an air he already possessed, but exaggeratedly so with this elf in particular.And it had been on more than a few evenings, Tappert's eyes aching from studying the maps and books of his tower, that he had found himself wondering exactly why he'd behaved so particularly with this particularelf.Perhaps, Tappert reasoned, it was because the elf was not just any elf, and yes elves were fascinating and wonderful, but that this one was a wizard. Which is a rare thing. And it was rumored he was very old and had accumulated much power.That had definitely been a perhaps in Tappert's thinking regarding his reactions to Malrond.But really the reason Tappert always seemed so standoffish around the wizard, busy and shy but not really so much as he appeared, but as has been stated, overexaggerating the mannerism if only to be clear of the wizard's presence, had always been curious to Tappert himself. Again, he actually knew the source of all this,and that his behaviour had come from and been the direct result of his uncle Guthbert.His very eccentric uncle Guthbert.Though he, Tappert, had inherited everything from his eccentric and oft gone a'wanderin' uncle, Tappert had also inherited many long lectures that were actually quite endlessly fascinating on what lay beyond, and even sometimes within, the Little Lands, or what the maps called The Gentle Lands. But… Tappert had come to question the things his uncle had said, since the old daft's passing these five years now.Many times, with the things Tappert experienced, and especially in the Underhall areas of SaltBlockHall, Tappert had been forced to develop a maxim he now, five years later, had come to rely on in all manner of things and not just with his daft old uncle's tales and dangerous curiosities.Tappert would say, at times, “How do you know this?” Or, “How do you know that?”Because… he wanted to make sure there was a sensible reason that added it up, instead of just taking something for granted as told to him. He had a small scar across the top of his left hand because of something his uncle had told him that had quite been true.And the scar never healed.But when Tappert asked, as he did often now, of other bobbin when they were on about something, “How do you know this?” or, “How do you know that?” this particularly annoyed those other bobbin, especially when they were so certain of some fact or idea and he would, good naturedly and fully intent on actually finding out the heart of a matter, ask this same thing of them.“How do you know this?” Or, “How do you know that?”And at that point it would drive other bobbin nuts and cause much Flusteration as they called it. There is no such word as Flusteration. But when you think about it, there really should be, shouldn't there.And why did it cause this… Flusteration?Well, by Tappert honestly asking them, “How do you know this?” or, “How do you know that?” it forced them to actually ask themselves how they really did know the thing they were so certain of. And, as it is with most people, bobbin, elf, human, you or even me, it made them realize they did not actually know this thing they were so certain about, and instead, they were taking, as a fact, arguing as gospel some thing or happening they only had secondhand knowledge of, gossip really, at best.But Tappert considered knowing why, or how, or what… more important than one'sone's certainty. In fact, he had come to depend on it on a number of occasions. He was not merely satisfied with gossip. Hencethe books and maps.For knowledge was survival, and Tappert had already almost died twice in his life. He was very worried about that third time which would come along shortly.There were, and this is just between you and meI and Tappert for the rest of this part of the tale, many dangerous things down there in the Underhall beneath Saltblocke. Strange and dangerous things. Uncle Guthbert, plucky and adventury, had gone far and wide, far-er and wider than anyone thought, and he had come home to his hall with many strange… curiosities… in his far and wide travels. Some, down there in the underhalls were, in fact, quite verydangerous. And so, Tappert had taken to approaching all things in such manner and it had bled over into his daily interactions, and as you can guess, among the bobbin, it had caused much… Flusteration when he asked how a thing were known.Flusteration.Truly, it's a wonderful word. Enjoy using it.Now, to Malrond and the gloomy crossroads on a morning when it was most inconvenient for Tappert to be meeting up suddenly with the strangely friendly, yet rather pushy, thought Tapper oftentimes before, elven wizard from Indolién.And then there was what he'd been told in darkest confidence on a night tradition said secrets were told.Uncle Guthbert had one thing to say regarding the enigmatic wizard, and he'd said this in the dark of Windy Winternight, or what the Little's call Whistle Eve, when bBobbin believe things that should not be said, or rather things that should not be heard aloud, are best said quietly with the cover of wind and storm to secret their telling. Uncle Guthbert near the main hall fire that Whistle Eve the two of them listening to the storm beyond the halls and having a great tawny port and some fine cheese, smoked nuts of course too, Tappert's daft uncle had leaned forward at the height of the storm and croaked softly, “That one…” he looked around solemnly, watching the shadows shift as the wind came screaming down the chimney and tossing the fire this way and that as it searched the shadows of the room, “is not to be trusted, Tappert. Not by half, says I.”And this was in reply to Tappert having said, “And what of the elf wizard Malrond, Uncle?. He comes round to the inn, and I do not care for his manners. He stares and seems to see the things you wish not to be seen. He makes me cold inside.”His uncle leaned closer when the wind was howling its most now. Making shutters throughout the vast hall under the hill slam and rattle like all the ghosts of Whistle Eve were out that night and trying to gain access to the hall.“Never let him into the Underhall, Tap Tap. He will try. Bet on it, my bobbin. But be polite. Be firm. Always carry a pocketknife because perhaps there will be cheese and cake. But never, Tappert. Never ever, little Tappert, let him into my underhall. I know… He desires greatly to see what I found down there.”And after that, even when Tappert would ask for more info or further clarification, his old uncle, losing his marbles day by day in those last wonderful fun years, would only look around cautiously, spying the shadows like some old corsair from Far Havens, and say nothing more on the subject, giving only a wary look, and an unspoken warning nothing further would be said. And that what had been said… was to be obeyed.Now, in the mist and gloom of what would soon be a fine morning, the wizard stared down at the young bobbin at the crossroads, musing his pipe, casting slithering smoke rings into the soft fog. The last of the melting twin candles in the lamppost burning like a demon dreaming just above and behind the sorcerer.“Now what, Tappert MaCrow,” slowly intoned the wizard in that grand voice of his. “Are you rushing off to do that is so, so, so very important this morning.” This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit nickcole.substack.com/subscribe
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Chapter SixA BobbinNow, there was a Little, or a Bobbin if you prefer, of, well… how should we say this? A Bobbin of a peculiar nature. That's how some folks in the district would have put it in an aside, behind the hand, whisper if you knew ‘em well enough. Especially down in the lowlands areas of the Gentle Lands where things were much more proper like.But up in Dry Hills and all the way out to Lost Valley, perhaps not so much. Not so formal. Things were stranger up there and those who raised olives up among the dry canyons and hillsides had a tendency to keep to themselves as did the small quiet villages of workers who tended those twisting pastel trees of soft green and washed out white or grey, trees[NC1] and made the oils which were exported even to the court of the Elf King of Indolién himself.They were serious about their work up there and tended to stick to their own business and shutter up quickly, sometimes even before dark. But it was pleasant enough up there, in a sort of hauntingly quiet way. Folk there referred to themselves properly as Bobbin and not the elvish phrasing of Littles.Nercë as it would be said in Indaarian. Or sometimes just, “the Ner.”Littles.As we were saying… there was one such Bobbin of a peculiar nature who lived up in Dry Hills and had inherited a modest estate of SalteBlock Olives from his rich uncle Guthbert MaCrow of the Wayside MaCrows before the big split in the family in which the respectables severed ways from… well, the peculiar branch.And it was on this night when the winds were wild and dark off the coast, that this particularly peculiar Bobbin who'd inherited his estate was on a late walkabout far from his orchards when he came upon the wounded stranger stumbling up the road with the bundle of the old ruck under his arm.And the hilt of a broken sword in the other.Tappert MaCrow saw the dark cloaked and hooded figure from afar off making his way along the winding Old Road up into the hills. Now… it must be said… most Bobbin[NC2] s would have seen such a sight on a windy spring night like this particular one well after midnight and approaching Last Snack, and thus promptly taken themselves off back home for a warm glass of milk and a dozen Oat Berry cookies to put themselves back to sleep and to forget all the nonsense of dark cloaked strangers stumbling about the lands in the middle of the night.That's what the average Bobbin would have done. No doubts about that. I can assure you of this. But as has been said, Tappert was not an average Little, or even Bobbin for that matter.He was in fact, quite peculiar for his kind.How peculiar, the reader of this tale might ask right about now.Let me explain.Tappert had been, from a very young age, his strange uncle's favorite young Bobbin, and thusly rewarded such by a sizeable and oft talked of inheritance. And Tappert, sometimes known as Tap Tap, or even Tapper among the small band of young friends he maintained, had the very un-Little trait, a nasty one at that, of being… curious. So of course, it wasn't any stretch for young Tappert to one day inherit the modest yet renown SalteBlock Farms of his weird uncle who'd been known to go off a'wanderin' at times and even once or twice for more than a year or so. All this happened not because Tappert was exceptionally good at the raising, pressing, and barreling of oils, but because, like his uncle, Tappert was peculiarly curious.We've used that word a lot. Curious.And to understand its context here we have to understand the Bobbins. An easy way to say what needs to be said next… is just to say it. So here it is. The Bobbins, Littles really, were a simple lot concerned with just their own daily business, and especially the business of other Bobbins, or the greater outside beyond their gentle lands. And very much not so much in the least[NC3] concerned with the affairs of the world at large, though they would sit and listen to a little bit of gossip near the inn's hearth on any given night of the week. Or perhaps over a neighbor's fence if they were about some snack between chores. Perhaps even in the morning when the coffee was brewing, and it was just bacon. But by and large they tended to keep to themselves and be busy with the ordinary everyday business of their lives. Farm. Family. Flowers and gardens and such.To them, the Fall of Sirith Osildor ranked just a little bit lower than news of Goodie Tavish's prize peonies and the county faire of course this summer.That would be normal Little behavior. Nothing peculiar about that. And so, it was quite peculiar for Tappert McCrow to be out on such a night as this and going for a long walk as was his usual as the nights got less cold and the moon was out. He was, what the oldsters in the district would have said, young and restless at that age. And, according to them, all Little MaCrow needed was a nice Bobbin lass, round and happy, to a'settle him down a bit, ya hears me. That's all.And all this peculiarness could be forgiven by the locals if that were the grand extent of it. Late night walks deep into the less populated edges of the district. But such was not the case. For you see… Tappert McCrow, like his Grand old weird Uncle… [NC4] loved maps. Studying them. Making them. Finding them. Collecting them. Covering the walls of his old hill[NC5] , the one inherited from Uncle Guthbert, with them.Maps were Tappert's passion.His study, high in the old abbey tower around which a great oak had grown up alongside, atop the estate inside the hill below, the hill that was the center and life of SalteBlock Farms, was filled with maps. Desks, walls, chests, great drawers paid good money for in which to keep and lay them out. Maps old Guthbert had acquired in his many strange travels. Maps young Tappert had acquired in his long walks since. And not just maps. But also… bits and pieces of the past. Curiosities. Relics and artifacts from his walkabout tours every summer as close to the Barrow Valley, which some called the Lost Valley, as he dared. And where there were not maps and curiosities in his grand study, there were books. Many of them in fact.The collection of old dusty leatherbound collections of vellum and even papery papyrus lined the walls of his study and could be found often, open on every possible surface and space within the small tower while the latest acquisition was under months long inspection by Tappert.So this… is what made Tappert peculiar to the other Bobbins, or Littles if you prefer, far and wide about the Gentle Lands and caused them to roll their eyes or utter something about that McCrow curse that had made that branch of the ancient family daft. For it was the McCrows of long ago who'd gone off to battle in the southern waystes to help the elves in their long-ago wars against the Shadow.And it was the respectable branch that was greatly pleased by this history they claimed.Elves passing through was one thing. Elves were of course always putting on airs as was their wont and traipsing through the district on some mysterious business they preferred not share. But helping elves, in war no less, this was not done in current times and the MaCrows' long ago service, a captain among their ancestors in command of company of Bobbin spear and dagger[NC6] , could be laid as a source, or the source, of the curse that had plagued the McCrow family for three generations now as far as anyone was concerned.It was one thing to be polite to an elf passing through. A knight or lady journeying by with their entourage, or retinue, heading south to take a ship as had been done in the long ago. Perhaps even offer them an apple from your basket and never no mind the copper, m'lady. The Elves of Indolién were indeed fine and beautiful people to look at, but they was elves after all and elves was deadly peculiar and, as has been mentioned here in this part… not a favored Little trait. Their magical ways, the elves, and always up to intrigue and dark adventures, were considered nasty habits. Wars in the south, why? Wars in the east, well wasn't that a bit ago, times are different now. A lost fleet on the Western Sea, seems a bit irresponsible. And their tombs… the tombs of the old elves, the Eldaar, all those old grand barrows laid with many a curse up there in the hills just below the mountains, near the old haunted fortress, or so some said if any were to be believed, those were dark matters best not paid mind to for proper-like peoples as the Littles considered themselves to be.So, every Little purposed in their hearts to have as little as possible to do with elves, or strangers, beyond the required pleasantries of civilized persons encountering one another. Of course. This was how it was done.But such were never the ways of the Crazy Old Guthbert McCrow as had he been once known[NC7] , and still was in whisper and rumor and cautionary lesson. And it certainly was how Tappert seemed to be turning out if things continued the way they were going with these long summer hikes higher into the hills, and of course these late-night walks.And this was the greatest charge laid against him by the Littles down along the coast… He didn't manage his groves in the least. Left it all up to Ol' Ned Thom to[NC8] the seein'.And of course, them queer maps. Always coming in special packages, creamy big envelopes straight from the sages and collectors of Indolién itself. Inked in gold, said Postman Symes when he stopped by your front post and had a cup of tea and perhaps a little bit of freshly baked lemon rosemary seedcake.Remember when I told you Littles aren't much interested in others' business? Well, that's just a lie they live. Inherently all Littles are madly interested in news, tales, and talk. But long ago they convinced themselves they shouldn't be and so, formally, they aren't.Now gossip on the quiet, a whisper behind the hand out[NC9] by the post on a hot afternoon between chores, well that's just a tasty treat just as well savored as a slice of dark sugar pecan pie. No harm in that.“Nah one gettee a letter fine like that from Indolién[NC10] ,” Symes would tell one and all who'd listen each time a package came from Indolién for Saltblocke Farms. “Nah one a'tall.”So there on the late night on the verge of turning toward the witch hours was a small Bobbin about on the twisting roads deep in the district with his walking stick in hand, wrapped up in his tweed walking coat when he did indeed see the stumbling stranger making his way up the Old Road toward the High Hills. At first, he thought it might be one of those elven fortune hunters down lurking around the barrows and having gotten into a spot of trouble. The outcasts. And because Tappert was curious to see what was the matter he waited under the old lantern atop Smote Hill, which was one of the smaller hills before you reached the fork in the road that either led off toward Barrow Valley, or up into Dry Hills proper and the vast olive farms and the fine old homes that lay along the ancient cobblestone wall and road that was as old as time itself.Or so the oldsters say.Tappert was a keen observer. Had to be if one were to be a collector, was what Old Guthbert had always tried to teach him. And he was. As his Grand Uncle had been and as most McCrows were for no reason they could ever define. So, even now as he watched the stranger from under the lantern atop Old Smote Hill, he could see other bands of shadowy figures moving about down in the Hollows and even the occasional green-fire torch coming to life this way and that.And even though the wind had been up a while ago, he'd been sure he'd heard hunting horns like none other he'd ever heard, in the night.“Now that's a might strange,” murmured Tappert as he watched and waited for the elf to climb the hill. He was assuming it was an elf. And then perhaps once that happened, they might have a nice conversation as elves didn't mind the dark and the late and he'd had other conversations with some on late nights just like this. Tappert enjoyed spending a chat with elves when they were willing to. And the ones that came for the treasures of the barrows were more than like to talk, and want talk.In time the elf arrived, and it was clear, again because Tappert was a keen observer, that the stranger was indeed wounded or feeling ill, and was not an elf at all, but a man.Which was stranger still. Men were rare. Mostly all one ever saw of them were rumors and the much coveted Little gossip out by the post.“I say,” announced Tappert, for it was clear the elf who was not an elf but a man, was not aware of Tappert's presence as he made the top of Smote Hill. “You seem to be having a bit of a rough struggle.”The stranger stopped, swaying a bit, casting his gaze quickly over his shoulder and down into the hollows where the strange bands of dark figures had been roving about as though searching for something, or someone.Two things occurred to Tappert who as has been stated was a bit of a keen observer. A constant watcher. A collector, as it were.One. The man was holding a broken sword.Two. The bundle under the arm of the stranger was… smoking. Gray wisps drifted from its fatness. Curling and delicate, they climbed off into the night and drifted, deliberating[NC11] it seemed, off toward the hollows. Drifting away and leaving a smell like… like Tappert would think later… burnt charcoal on the breeze. A not unpleasant smell. But very curious in that it was coming from inside an old and worn travelling pack where one usually did not keep fire. So of course, both were of interest to the peculiar Bobbin.“May I be of assistance?” asked Tappert. All Littles are always first kind.The stranger, muttering, came to himself at seeing the Little under the lantern's light atop the rise he'd come up with no little difficulty. There was a trail of blood droplets, dark in the night, behind him.“Who might you be, little one?” asked the stranger tiredly.Tappert planted his walking stick, stuck out his small hand and announced his name.“Allow me to introduce myself, stranger. Tappert Junctulius McCrow of the Wayside McCrows.”A long moment passed as the stranger continued to sway in his boots. Blood began to drip down onto the dirt of the road as he stood there, as though seeming to decide what to do next. This also, was not lost on Tappert.“Most just call me Tappert,” he continued friendly enough in the ensuing silence. “A few friends I have over in Ladybridge call me Tap Tap, but they are…”The Bobbin coughed.“Rascals but friends none the less.”“Ah,” said the stranger. Clearing his throat. His voice was odd, noted the Bobbin. Most elves had high almost musical sounding voices. Or like trumpets, especially if they were knights or noble family. But this one sounded like a highwayman or a drover. He had seldom talked with men, as men were not given to talk.“And…” began the Man. “Are you… uh… a relation of old Guthbert… McCrow,” he coughed at the last.Tapper was surprised and seemed to lean back at this.“I am indeed!” he exclaimed. “He was my good old grand uncle from way back. Gone now these five years.”The stranger looked over his shoulder and down in the vast zig zag of hollows he'd just climbed out of.“They're coming…” he seemed to mutter to himself, but Tappert caught this all the same.The Bobbin stepped closer, peering down into the darkness, and trying to see what the stranger saw. Though Bobbin eyes are good… they are not elf good. Still, he tried. The shadows were gone now.“Old Guthbert was known to Storytellers. We called on him in times of trouble,” rumbled the stranger.Tappert did not know this. In fact, this struck him as a very fantastic thing and yet one more interesting curiosity about his unbelievable uncle that was totally believable. He was still discovering secret rooms and passages and small treasures laid up through the Estate at Saltblocke Farms. And, as Tappert's quick little mind worked, the explanation of many mysteries he had often wondered about, unlocked, a little. Like some small number of tumblers in a difficult lock.“I say…” Tappert whispered to himself in the night as a few mysteries fell into place. The stranger stood silently as Tapper did the same, his mind roving over old memories.“I am badly wounded,” began the stranger and coughed a bit. “Waylaid along the roads.”“In a fight?” mouthed the Bobbin incredulously. Such things were unheard of here in the district mostly. Dreamt of maybe. As one dreams of adventures. But of course… Bobbins don't do adventures. That of course is well known, and a'wanderin' is nothing to be proud of.But there had been stories of dark figures on the roads of late. Tappert had heard such talk.“Set upon by dark forces from the South. Emissaries of the Doom Gate.”A small gasp escaped the Bobbin's mouth and Tappert felt himself tighten his grip on his old walking stick.“I would not presume on any of your fine folk unless the needs were dire,” continued the stranger, weaving slightly. “But I must ask for help now… I need to get off the road this night. Perhaps…”“A hiding place,” finished Tappert expectantly and knew not why he did so.The stranger grunted a bit as he took his hand away from his wound. Then… a soft almost quiet, “yes.”And without discussion or questions or even a nod to the worries that brought such evil mentioned as the Doom Gate and Dark Forces, Tappert was hustling the stranger along the road to Dry Hills and the old Abbey that was his home atop the hill.Not just because he was a good Bobbin, though peculiar Bobbin, who would render aid to a strange traveler in trouble on the road. But because this… smelled like… an adventure to him and he had the feeling he was caught up in something he'd been looking for in all those maps he loved so much.Please make sure to preorder the Audiook version of Strange Company2: Voodoo Warfare. It's available now here This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit nickcole.substack.com/subscribe
Chapter SixA BobbinNow, there was a Little, or a Bobbin if you prefer, of, well… how should we say this? A Bobbin of a peculiar nature. That's how some folks in the district would have put it in an aside, behind the hand, whisper if you knew ‘em well enough. Especially down in the lowlands areas of the Gentle Lands where things were much more proper like.But up in Dry Hills and all the way out to Lost Valley, perhaps not so much. Not so formal. Things were stranger up there and those who raised olives up among the dry canyons and hillsides had a tendency to keep to themselves as did the small quiet villages of workers who tended those twisting pastel trees of soft green and washed out white or grey, trees[NC1] and made the oils which were exported even to the court of the Elf King of Indolién himself.They were serious about their work up there and tended to stick to their own business and shutter up quickly, sometimes even before dark. But it was pleasant enough up there, in a sort of hauntingly quiet way. Folk there referred to themselves properly as Bobbin and not the elvish phrasing of Littles.Nercë as it would be said in Indaarian. Or sometimes just, “the Ner.”Littles.As we were saying… there was one such Bobbin of a peculiar nature who lived up in Dry Hills and had inherited a modest estate of SalteBlock Olives from his rich uncle Guthbert MaCrow of the Wayside MaCrows before the big split in the family in which the respectables severed ways from… well, the peculiar branch.And it was on this night when the winds were wild and dark off the coast, that this particularly peculiar Bobbin who'd inherited his estate was on a late walkabout far from his orchards when he came upon the wounded stranger stumbling up the road with the bundle of the old ruck under his arm.And the hilt of a broken sword in the other.Tappert MaCrow saw the dark cloaked and hooded figure from afar off making his way along the winding Old Road up into the hills. Now… it must be said… most Bobbin[NC2] s would have seen such a sight on a windy spring night like this particular one well after midnight and approaching Last Snack, and thus promptly taken themselves off back home for a warm glass of milk and a dozen Oat Berry cookies to put themselves back to sleep and to forget all the nonsense of dark cloaked strangers stumbling about the lands in the middle of the night.That's what the average Bobbin would have done. No doubts about that. I can assure you of this. But as has been said, Tappert was not an average Little, or even Bobbin for that matter.He was in fact, quite peculiar for his kind.How peculiar, the reader of this tale might ask right about now.Let me explain.Tappert had been, from a very young age, his strange uncle's favorite young Bobbin, and thusly rewarded such by a sizeable and oft talked of inheritance. And Tappert, sometimes known as Tap Tap, or even Tapper among the small band of young friends he maintained, had the very un-Little trait, a nasty one at that, of being… curious. So of course, it wasn't any stretch for young Tappert to one day inherit the modest yet renown SalteBlock Farms of his weird uncle who'd been known to go off a'wanderin' at times and even once or twice for more than a year or so. All this happened not because Tappert was exceptionally good at the raising, pressing, and barreling of oils, but because, like his uncle, Tappert was peculiarly curious.We've used that word a lot. Curious.And to understand its context here we have to understand the Bobbins. An easy way to say what needs to be said next… is just to say it. So here it is. The Bobbins, Littles really, were a simple lot concerned with just their own daily business, and especially the business of other Bobbins, or the greater outside beyond their gentle lands. And very much not so much in the least[NC3] concerned with the affairs of the world at large, though they would sit and listen to a little bit of gossip near the inn's hearth on any given night of the week. Or perhaps over a neighbor's fence if they were about some snack between chores. Perhaps even in the morning when the coffee was brewing, and it was just bacon. But by and large they tended to keep to themselves and be busy with the ordinary everyday business of their lives. Farm. Family. Flowers and gardens and such.To them, the Fall of Sirith Osildor ranked just a little bit lower than news of Goodie Tavish's prize peonies and the county faire of course this summer.That would be normal Little behavior. Nothing peculiar about that. And so, it was quite peculiar for Tappert McCrow to be out on such a night as this and going for a long walk as was his usual as the nights got less cold and the moon was out. He was, what the oldsters in the district would have said, young and restless at that age. And, according to them, all Little MaCrow needed was a nice Bobbin lass, round and happy, to a'settle him down a bit, ya hears me. That's all.And all this peculiarness could be forgiven by the locals if that were the grand extent of it. Late night walks deep into the less populated edges of the district. But such was not the case. For you see… Tappert McCrow, like his Grand old weird Uncle… [NC4] loved maps. Studying them. Making them. Finding them. Collecting them. Covering the walls of his old hill[NC5] , the one inherited from Uncle Guthbert, with them.Maps were Tappert's passion.His study, high in the old abbey tower around which a great oak had grown up alongside, atop the estate inside the hill below, the hill that was the center and life of SalteBlock Farms, was filled with maps. Desks, walls, chests, great drawers paid good money for in which to keep and lay them out. Maps old Guthbert had acquired in his many strange travels. Maps young Tappert had acquired in his long walks since. And not just maps. But also… bits and pieces of the past. Curiosities. Relics and artifacts from his walkabout tours every summer as close to the Barrow Valley, which some called the Lost Valley, as he dared. And where there were not maps and curiosities in his grand study, there were books. Many of them in fact.The collection of old dusty leatherbound collections of vellum and even papery papyrus lined the walls of his study and could be found often, open on every possible surface and space within the small tower while the latest acquisition was under months long inspection by Tappert.So this… is what made Tappert peculiar to the other Bobbins, or Littles if you prefer, far and wide about the Gentle Lands and caused them to roll their eyes or utter something about that McCrow curse that had made that branch of the ancient family daft. For it was the McCrows of long ago who'd gone off to battle in the southern waystes to help the elves in their long-ago wars against the Shadow.And it was the respectable branch that was greatly pleased by this history they claimed.Elves passing through was one thing. Elves were of course always putting on airs as was their wont and traipsing through the district on some mysterious business they preferred not share. But helping elves, in war no less, this was not done in current times and the MaCrows' long ago service, a captain among their ancestors in command of company of Bobbin spear and dagger[NC6] , could be laid as a source, or the source, of the curse that had plagued the McCrow family for three generations now as far as anyone was concerned.It was one thing to be polite to an elf passing through. A knight or lady journeying by with their entourage, or retinue, heading south to take a ship as had been done in the long ago. Perhaps even offer them an apple from your basket and never no mind the copper, m'lady. The Elves of Indolién were indeed fine and beautiful people to look at, but they was elves after all and elves was deadly peculiar and, as has been mentioned here in this part… not a favored Little trait. Their magical ways, the elves, and always up to intrigue and dark adventures, were considered nasty habits. Wars in the south, why? Wars in the east, well wasn't that a bit ago, times are different now. A lost fleet on the Western Sea, seems a bit irresponsible. And their tombs… the tombs of the old elves, the Eldaar, all those old grand barrows laid with many a curse up there in the hills just below the mountains, near the old haunted fortress, or so some said if any were to be believed, those were dark matters best not paid mind to for proper-like peoples as the Littles considered themselves to be.So, every Little purposed in their hearts to have as little as possible to do with elves, or strangers, beyond the required pleasantries of civilized persons encountering one another. Of course. This was how it was done.But such were never the ways of the Crazy Old Guthbert McCrow as had he been once known[NC7] , and still was in whisper and rumor and cautionary lesson. And it certainly was how Tappert seemed to be turning out if things continued the way they were going with these long summer hikes higher into the hills, and of course these late-night walks.And this was the greatest charge laid against him by the Littles down along the coast… He didn't manage his groves in the least. Left it all up to Ol' Ned Thom to[NC8] the seein'.And of course, them queer maps. Always coming in special packages, creamy big envelopes straight from the sages and collectors of Indolién itself. Inked in gold, said Postman Symes when he stopped by your front post and had a cup of tea and perhaps a little bit of freshly baked lemon rosemary seedcake.Remember when I told you Littles aren't much interested in others' business? Well, that's just a lie they live. Inherently all Littles are madly interested in news, tales, and talk. But long ago they convinced themselves they shouldn't be and so, formally, they aren't.Now gossip on the quiet, a whisper behind the hand out[NC9] by the post on a hot afternoon between chores, well that's just a tasty treat just as well savored as a slice of dark sugar pecan pie. No harm in that.“Nah one gettee a letter fine like that from Indolién[NC10] ,” Symes would tell one and all who'd listen each time a package came from Indolién for Saltblocke Farms. “Nah one a'tall.”So there on the late night on the verge of turning toward the witch hours was a small Bobbin about on the twisting roads deep in the district with his walking stick in hand, wrapped up in his tweed walking coat when he did indeed see the stumbling stranger making his way up the Old Road toward the High Hills. At first, he thought it might be one of those elven fortune hunters down lurking around the barrows and having gotten into a spot of trouble. The outcasts. And because Tappert was curious to see what was the matter he waited under the old lantern atop Smote Hill, which was one of the smaller hills before you reached the fork in the road that either led off toward Barrow Valley, or up into Dry Hills proper and the vast olive farms and the fine old homes that lay along the ancient cobblestone wall and road that was as old as time itself.Or so the oldsters say.Tappert was a keen observer. Had to be if one were to be a collector, was what Old Guthbert had always tried to teach him. And he was. As his Grand Uncle had been and as most McCrows were for no reason they could ever define. So, even now as he watched the stranger from under the lantern atop Old Smote Hill, he could see other bands of shadowy figures moving about down in the Hollows and even the occasional green-fire torch coming to life this way and that.And even though the wind had been up a while ago, he'd been sure he'd heard hunting horns like none other he'd ever heard, in the night.“Now that's a might strange,” murmured Tappert as he watched and waited for the elf to climb the hill. He was assuming it was an elf. And then perhaps once that happened, they might have a nice conversation as elves didn't mind the dark and the late and he'd had other conversations with some on late nights just like this. Tappert enjoyed spending a chat with elves when they were willing to. And the ones that came for the treasures of the barrows were more than like to talk, and want talk.In time the elf arrived, and it was clear, again because Tappert was a keen observer, that the stranger was indeed wounded or feeling ill, and was not an elf at all, but a man.Which was stranger still. Men were rare. Mostly all one ever saw of them were rumors and the much coveted Little gossip out by the post.“I say,” announced Tappert, for it was clear the elf who was not an elf but a man, was not aware of Tappert's presence as he made the top of Smote Hill. “You seem to be having a bit of a rough struggle.”The stranger stopped, swaying a bit, casting his gaze quickly over his shoulder and down into the hollows where the strange bands of dark figures had been roving about as though searching for something, or someone.Two things occurred to Tappert who as has been stated was a bit of a keen observer. A constant watcher. A collector, as it were.One. The man was holding a broken sword.Two. The bundle under the arm of the stranger was… smoking. Gray wisps drifted from its fatness. Curling and delicate, they climbed off into the night and drifted, deliberating[NC11] it seemed, off toward the hollows. Drifting away and leaving a smell like… like Tappert would think later… burnt charcoal on the breeze. A not unpleasant smell. But very curious in that it was coming from inside an old and worn travelling pack where one usually did not keep fire. So of course, both were of interest to the peculiar Bobbin.“May I be of assistance?” asked Tappert. All Littles are always first kind.The stranger, muttering, came to himself at seeing the Little under the lantern's light atop the rise he'd come up with no little difficulty. There was a trail of blood droplets, dark in the night, behind him.“Who might you be, little one?” asked the stranger tiredly.Tappert planted his walking stick, stuck out his small hand and announced his name.“Allow me to introduce myself, stranger. Tappert Junctulius McCrow of the Wayside McCrows.”A long moment passed as the stranger continued to sway in his boots. Blood began to drip down onto the dirt of the road as he stood there, as though seeming to decide what to do next. This also, was not lost on Tappert.“Most just call me Tappert,” he continued friendly enough in the ensuing silence. “A few friends I have over in Ladybridge call me Tap Tap, but they are…”The Bobbin coughed.“Rascals but friends none the less.”“Ah,” said the stranger. Clearing his throat. His voice was odd, noted the Bobbin. Most elves had high almost musical sounding voices. Or like trumpets, especially if they were knights or noble family. But this one sounded like a highwayman or a drover. He had seldom talked with men, as men were not given to talk.“And…” began the Man. “Are you… uh… a relation of old Guthbert… McCrow,” he coughed at the last.Tapper was surprised and seemed to lean back at this.“I am indeed!” he exclaimed. “He was my good old grand uncle from way back. Gone now these five years.”The stranger looked over his shoulder and down in the vast zig zag of hollows he'd just climbed out of.“They're coming…” he seemed to mutter to himself, but Tappert caught this all the same.The Bobbin stepped closer, peering down into the darkness, and trying to see what the stranger saw. Though Bobbin eyes are good… they are not elf good. Still, he tried. The shadows were gone now.“Old Guthbert was known to Storytellers. We called on him in times of trouble,” rumbled the stranger.Tappert did not know this. In fact, this struck him as a very fantastic thing and yet one more interesting curiosity about his unbelievable uncle that was totally believable. He was still discovering secret rooms and passages and small treasures laid up through the Estate at Saltblocke Farms. And, as Tappert's quick little mind worked, the explanation of many mysteries he had often wondered about, unlocked, a little. Like some small number of tumblers in a difficult lock.“I say…” Tappert whispered to himself in the night as a few mysteries fell into place. The stranger stood silently as Tapper did the same, his mind roving over old memories.“I am badly wounded,” began the stranger and coughed a bit. “Waylaid along the roads.”“In a fight?” mouthed the Bobbin incredulously. Such things were unheard of here in the district mostly. Dreamt of maybe. As one dreams of adventures. But of course… Bobbins don't do adventures. That of course is well known, and a'wanderin' is nothing to be proud of.But there had been stories of dark figures on the roads of late. Tappert had heard such talk.“Set upon by dark forces from the South. Emissaries of the Doom Gate.”A small gasp escaped the Bobbin's mouth and Tappert felt himself tighten his grip on his old walking stick.“I would not presume on any of your fine folk unless the needs were dire,” continued the stranger, weaving slightly. “But I must ask for help now… I need to get off the road this night. Perhaps…”“A hiding place,” finished Tappert expectantly and knew not why he did so.The stranger grunted a bit as he took his hand away from his wound. Then… a soft almost quiet, “yes.”And without discussion or questions or even a nod to the worries that brought such evil mentioned as the Doom Gate and Dark Forces, Tappert was hustling the stranger along the road to Dry Hills and the old Abbey that was his home atop the hill.Not just because he was a good Bobbin, though peculiar Bobbin, who would render aid to a strange traveler in trouble on the road. But because this… smelled like… an adventure to him and he had the feeling he was caught up in something he'd been looking for in all those maps he loved so much.Please make sure to preorder the Audiook version of Strange Company2: Voodoo Warfare. It's available now here This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit nickcole.substack.com/subscribe
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Week 5 of the Cinerama sermon series featuring The Wizard of Oz and how to find fulfillment.
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Word of the Day: Self- Love What 3 things are you thankful for? Forgive & Release: Anyone or anything that isn't for my Divine (SPF ME) success. We are also releasing certain foods from our desires. So as you reach for something that is not going to fuel your body in a positive way, think twice- this is not for my highest and best. Affirm: I receive/ingest only opportunities and things that are for my highest and best. Tap Tap and So it is (TTASII) Follow us on: IG: vivalife health hub and drkellyomd website: Doctor's Clinic and Telehealth Services in California Journal: Vivalife SPF ME Journal https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09QNCY48G/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_i_SASXNNDT0QBFJBPNRYAF
The Sound of Friday Night gets flipped on its head this April Fools Day as Late and Live's chillest mix features chilled out tracks from Ecco the Dolphin: Defender of the Future, Sonic Adventure, Yakuza 4, Mega Anser and more, plus arrangements from OSC, Iceferno, MagicMusicX, Hotline Sehwani and many more! Tracklisting: - OSC - COZY NiGHTS: Theme of DrScottnik's Journey Into Dreams (requested by Eleri) - Heavy Systems, Inc. - Synthnobi (requested by Virtua) - Let's Go Away The Video Game Daytona USA Anniversary Box - Pounding Pavement - Unplugged Ver. - (requested by electricboogaloo) - Sonic Adventure - The Dreamy Stage (requested by Jon the VGNerd) - Yakuza 4 - Casino (requested by Iceferno) - Jimzo - Sonic R - Living in the City (Vaporwave) - MagicMusicX - Sonic Vapormania - Sprashwave - Arnold Palmer Tournament Golf - BGM 4 (Sprashmix) (requested by Superbird) - Jon Batiste - Green Hill Zone (requested by CrashIndyWars2) - Fish On Chips - Africa (requested by Jamie) - Hatsune Miku Project DIVA f - Glasses (requested by GreenViper8) - Monster Iestyn & GCJ - Sonic CD "The Jazzy Cosmos" (requested by Jon the VGNerd) - OSC - Let's Tap (Let's Tap - Tap de Papapaya) - OSC Remix (Vapor Edit) (requested by Eleri) - Rukunetsu - ALPHA WAVE OFFICE (requested by Virtua) - crowcovers - persona 5 lofi "Life Will Change" - Mega Anser - Unknown Track 4 (requested by electricboogaloo) - Hotline Sehwani - Electric Tooth Brush Lofi Jet Set Radio Hotline Sehwani Remix (requested by CrashIndyWars2) - Sonic Gems Collection - Manual (requested by Iceferno) - Iceferno - Streets Of Rage - Good Ending "My Little Baby" (Iceferno Remix) (requested by Superbird) - Ecco the Dolphin: Defender of the Future - Aquamarine Bay (requested by Jamie)
Tap Tap - the Headphone Saga (12/30/2021) - Kelley & Ray take an interesting approach to looking back on the year - finding one incident that brings the on-air & off-air sides of the show together.
A conversation from the archives with Vermont children's author Elizabeth Bluemle, about her picture book, TAP TAP, BOOM BOOM (Candlewick Press). My son and I once experienced a hurricane in Florida. Those of you who know storms might remember Charlie, in 2004. We stayed in a motel in Winter Park–a second-story room with an outside entry that looked out at the parking lot. The storm was fierce and loud. We lost electricity and the room went dark, but outside the winds were furious and sounded like the world would end. The eye arrived, and with it an eerie silence. Hotel guests all stepped out of our rooms and stood leaning on the metal railings, looking down at the parking lot, talking, eventually feeling a kind of rapport that comes with facing the unknown. When the winds picked up again, we all went back inside our darkened rooms, feeling like we knew the neighbors who surrounded us, if just a little bit. This week's Write the Book Prompt is to write about a weather incident bringing people together, as they do in the subway in Elizabeth Bluemle's book, Tap Tap, Boom Boom. Good luck with your work in the coming week, and tune in next week for another prompt or suggestion. Music Credit: Aaron Shapiro 712
Santa came early so we decided to test our new toy from an oh so gracious human. WE'VE GOT US A NEW MICROPHONE. So gooood byeeeee echos and hello some good ol sound quality mixed with my Monday rant of shenanigans. Also…. Daily reminder to not judge us from our first episode and sound quality. We were new and still figuring it out --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/itseffedup/message
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En esta edición de Kec Talkshow conversamos con Tuncho Granados, fundador de Tap Tap, acerca del e-commerce y user experience.
https://make-your-pitch.com The Co-Sponsor for this Episode is B.E.T. A business platform that gives you all the information and tools you need to advance your business as well as the understanding of how to run your business most effectively and profitably. To learn more check out the: Video: https://bit.ly/368rSKk Website: www.yvrbet.com The Co-Sponsor for this episode is CRM Engine. A Customer Relation Management system that provides a 4 Module Solution, Standard Customization by the CRM Engine Team, Unlimited Users, Unlimited Data, Unlimited Records, Cloud Hosting, Security Updates, and Daily Backups as well as On-Going support (Usually Same Day) Go Here to Learn More: Website: CRMEngine.co.uk/makeyourpitch https://make-your-pitch.com The Co-Sponsor for this Episode is B.E.T. A business platform that gives you all the information and tools you need to advance your business as well as the understanding of how to run your business most effectively and profitably. To learn more check out the: Video: https://bit.ly/368rSKk Website: www.yvrbet.com The Co-Sponsor for this episode is CRM Engine. Make-Your-Pitch https://make-your-pitch.com The Co-Sponsor for this Episode is B.E.T. A business platform that gives you all the information and tools you need to advance your business as well as the understanding of how to run your business most effectively and profitably. To learn more check out the: Video: https://bit.ly/368rSKk Website: www.yvrbet.com The Co-Sponsor for this episode is CRM Engine. Tap Tap Medic Former Banker Andrew based in India, transitioned to Global Healthcare, after viewing a WHO Poster giving 5 steps for safer surgery: 1: When surgery is performed remember to stitch the patient back up again. 2. Remember to wash your hands once surgery is completed 3. Collect and account for all the instruments used. 4. Wash the instruments used during the surgery 4. Do not stitch the instruments into the body of the patient. The next step was to analyze and review the work done over time, Sell the business and consider the next opportunity. As it turned out, the opportunity presented itself to work with a university in the U.S. that worked on how to resolve a thorny problem of how to train healthcare givers in some of the more rural parts of the world where the shortage of trained healthcare providers in some of the more rural parts of the world. According to the WHO there are 57 countries worldwide that have a chronic shortage of experienced caregivers. IBM was involved during the research but that company gave up and walked away from the project saying it was impossible to deliver which gave the narrator the impetus to jump in, get involved and not look back. The development let to a product that was created for less than $100,000 and in less than 8 months. Henrietta joined the team and both Andrew and Henrietta found their life's calling in Kenya where there are 500 midwives across Kenya where there are a minimum of 1.5 million births each year.. They work with a professor of obstetrics on the protocol and are helping to build out the protocol to bring expertise and care to the country. They have created a mobile app that people use to keep track of their appointments when to take their medication and update their doctors on their progress as well as their condition. The caregivers interact with the patients by guiding the patients. This is a Not For Profit entity that has to stand on its own. The caregivers involved are focused on making this effort a profitable standalone entity. Keywords Obstetrics Births Hospitals Social values Device distribution Clinics Mobile access Extended reach Voice-activated Everyday technology
V roce 1998 při Jedličkově ústavu spoluzaložil těleso The Tap Tap, v níž se hudbě věnují lidé s hendikepem. „Od začátku jsme říkali, že nechceme být terapeutická skupina, ale normální kapela,“ vysvětluje Šimon Ornest a dodává, že v The Tap Tap fungují přísná pravidla a nehraje se na to, že má někdo fyzické omezení. „Vždycky dodržujeme to, na čem se dohodneme, chodíme včas – když máte někam přijít včas, tak si to musíte naplánovat s veškerými hendikepy tak, aby se to povedlo.“
En este episodio de Tech Tuesdays conversé con Antonio Valladares, el fundador de Tap Tap App, un super en línea que está utilizando la tecnología para proveerte de una experiencia innovadora al momento de hacer compras para la casa. Hablamos sobre los retos de desarrollar el producto, como anticiparse a los cambios y la importancia de enfocarse en lo que uno es bueno. Gracias a Spark Program de Huawei por hacer este contenido posible.
We love celebrating with a Pastry Stout. They pack a hefty punch with their high ABV, and are absolutely delicious. We're celebrating Untappd's new release of six brand new core badges on this episode by earning Dessert Time, earned by checking-in to 5 different beers with style of Stout - Pastry, Stout - Imperial / Double Pastry! We're drinking Maple Syrup Bourbon Barrel Aged OFYMD (2020) from Westbrook Brewing Co. and Double Stack from Great Notion Brewing., and highlighting Tap Tap in São Paulo as our Verified Venue of the Week.Drinking Socially is Untappd's Craft Beer Podcast. Your inside look into what's happening in the Untappd community and the world of beer. Have questions, want to be a guest on the podcast, or just want to say hello? Email podcasts@untappd.com.
"Neexistuje My a Oni, všichni jsme My. Nedělám mezi lidmi rozdíly, ale dbám na důsledné plnění dohod. Jenom tak jsme schopni fungovat jako celek. Každý v kapele má své místo a dělá to, co umí a na co stačí," říká Šimon Ornest, zakladatel a kapelník skupiny The Tap Tap. Bližší informace najdete na stránkách podcastu: www.needo.cz/needo-talks/
Originally Live: May 27th 2018 Strap yourselves in as it's time for another fun filled edition of The Tally-Ho Show, this time we are joined by Gareth from Find The Computer Room as he comes on to talk about how he got into the crazy world of gaming & about FTCR as well. We also put our two cents in on this episode's topics too which include: What were the most memorable video game moments with family, what movies or movie franchises would we like to see be turned into a video game & what were our top three moments (good, bad or just plain weird) in video games. Not only that we also have some great tunes to play for you as well, and it wouldn't be complete without another round of The Throne of Games. Get yourself nice and comfortable and prepare for a whole lot of nonsense on Episode 07 of The Tally-Ho Show! Have a topic you would like us to talk about on a future show? Feel free to send it over to us via e-mail to "thetallyhoshow@gmail.com" with the Subject: Tally-Ho Topic Tracks: 00:27 Let's Tap - Tap de Papapaya 04:41 Sonic and the Secret Rings - The Palace That Was Found 01:19:57 Ollie King - Let It Go 01:24:05 Super Smash Bros. - Peach's Castle 01:56:46 The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword - Final Demise 01:58:30 Spider-Man 2: The Game - Pizza Mini Game Theme 02:26:53 The Megas - Afraid of the Dark 02:31:17 Kirby Super Star/Fun Pak - Kirby Arrives on the Scene 03:08:17 The Throne of Games Winners Song 03:10:44 Battlefield 1942 - Intro Gareth's Twitter: https://twitter.com/TheRealFTA Find The Computer Rooms Social Media Twitter: https://twitter.com/FTCR Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/findthecomputerroom/ Tumblr: http://ftcr.tumblr.com/ Throne of Games Theme: Game of Thrones Theme [8 Bit Tribute to Game of Thrones] - 8 Bit Universe (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uIp4YKDjmlw) Artwork Made By La-Nita: Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/crazyhiena Twitter: http://twitter.com/crazyhiena Show Socials: https://www.facebook.com/thetallyhoshow/ | https://www.instagram.com/thetallyhoshow/ | https://www.tiktok.com/@thetallyhoshow | http://www.twitter.com/thetallyhoshow Andy's Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/justsomeandy James's Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/thejamesofallg1 --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/thetallyhoshow/message
It's RadioSEGA's first Opposite Week, where the shows are the same but the hosts are different! Join Gavvie as he fills in for KC on this week's edition of the Manic Monday Show. Track list: - Yakuza 6: The Song of Life - Stardust -Tokyo Xintiandi- - Jet Set Radio - Dragula - General Offensive (feat. Joshua Taipale) - Rhythm Rush - Nitro Fun & Hyper Potions - Checkpoint - MJ Arcade - MJ Arcade Default BGM [South Round 1] - The Club - Kill Match - Streets of Rage 4 - They're Back - Ben Briggs, PrototypeRaptor - Rolling Start! (Daytona USA) - Golden Axe II - Bonus Stage - Let's Tap - TAP de Papapaya [Long Version] - Rez - Area 4 and Uranus (RadioSEGA Edit) - The Revenge of Shinobi - Over The Bay - Tetris Effect - Connected (Yours Forever) [In-game Mix] - Yooka-Laylee - Moodymaze Marsh - Minecart - Doom - Rip & Tear - Space Channel 5 Part 2 Uki Uki - Non Stop Megamix - This is My Happiness (Tom Jones A-Go Go Mix) - Shenmue - Tomato Convenience Store - maimai - Nyan Cat EX - B-Univ: Virtua Racing & Outrunners - Splash Wave (1993) - Dangerous Mezashi Cat - EXTREAM ET from S.H - Giga Pudding [DUBSTEP REMIX] - Sonic the Hedgehog CD - Metallic Madness 'P' Mix - Sonic the Hedgehog CD - Stardust Speedway 'B' Mix US - SnappleMan, Ashane, norg - The Doomsday - Phantasy Star Universe - Save This World -Orchestra Version-
No need to wait to tap along to the future tapping game as Longplay presents the soundtrack to the Nintendo Wii mini game collection that required a cardboard box to play - it's Let's Tap! Chapters: (00:00:00) - Welcome to Longplay (00:00:43) - Let's Tap - 365 Children (00:02:07) - Let's Tap - Jupiter (Tap Edition) (00:03:56) - Let's Tap - Kung Fu Disco (00:06:16) - This is Longplay (00:11:10) - Let's Tap - Tap de Papapaya (00:12:44) - Let's Tap - I Got Rhythm (00:14:28) - Let's Tap - Rainbow (00:16:21) - Let's Tap - City Night Line (00:18:06) - This is Longplay (00:18:41) - Let's Tap - Tap a Gogo (00:20:32) - Let's Tap - Milky Way Rendezvous (00:22:25) - Let's Tap - Kecha-P (00:24:07) - Let's Tap - Violet Interspace (00:26:14) - This is Longplay (00:28:48) - Let's Tap - Coconut Airport (00:30:41) - Let's Tap - Tampopo Rider (00:32:21) - Let's Tap - Chameleon (00:34:28) - Let's Tap - Blue Hero (00:36:36) - This is Longplay (00:37:25) - Let's Tap - From Universe (00:39:58) - Let's Tap - Moogelus High (00:41:41) - Let's Tap - D.P.U (00:43:57) - Let's Tap - Divers (00:45:36) - This is Longplay (00:46:45) - Let's Tap - Jupiter (Extreme Edition) (00:48:41) - Let's Tap - Star Seeker (00:52:18) - This is Longplay (00:57:47) - Let's Tap - Tap de Papapaya (Long version)
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