(R:) Just one more reason out of hundreds to love highglossfinish with the raging intensity of a thousand Megatrons. TTT_____TTT
The Ark of Eden system on Tumblr (for some reason). Text blocks will be tagged with the initial/s of the author/s.
#animal death #animal abuse
DO NOT SUPPORT EXOTIC ARC
The pictures above were taken on August 29th, 2014 by a member of a bearded dragon community. These bearded dragons are being kept at Exotic ARC located in St. Louis, MO. The conditions the bearded dragons are kept in are clearly deplorable. There are way too many housed altogether, their tank is obviously hardly cleaned, many of the dragons are lethargic and some are even possibly dead.
These guys pride themselves in being reptile experts. If they cannot even take care of bearded dragons, how are they caring for the more ‘intermediate’ reptiles in the store? Many people have witnessed the other reptiles in the store being neglected just as bad, with one person saying the following:
“The animals had no water. The baby leopard geckos were eating each other. Dead animals everywhere in the cages. They also way too many baby chameleons in one cage and at least 10 dead ones at the bottom. The smell in there is horrific.”
They also have been seen to give incorrect advice on how to care for reptiles. Someone who posted looking for advice on how to take care of a turtle they found was told that all they needed was a ‘full spectrum light’ to take care of the turtle, while in reality they need an actual UVB light as well as a heat lamp. See the following:
A group of us have been trying to go on their facebook to bring attention to these issues to not only the owner but also the customers. They simply delete the posts once they get online.
What we can do:
Leave a review on their Facebook page (they can’t delete reviews, they can only hide the review page itself if they choose to)
Contact FOX 2 news in St. Louis to cover the deplorable conditions these animals are being kept in
It is amazing and horrible that this store has remained operating for as long as it has if it subjects its reptiles to these conditions. Stores like these give a bad name to other small businesses that go out of their way to properly care for their reptiles.
If anybody who lives around the area could travel to the store to gather more proof of the blatant neglect taking place, that would be much appreciated.
Notice, guys: He has posted on his FB that he “ran into trouble” and is asking all of his FB friends to go onto his shop page and leave a positive review.
I have a lot of followers. If everyone were to leave a bad review, it would overwhelm and surpass the amount of friends he even has on his FB. Please stop by his shop page and leave as shitty of a review as you can.
We’re almost to 300 followers. Please send this around, this is absolutely despicable and downright horrid.
On Tsagualsa, the carrion world, the Legion had raised a palace for its lord.
He had gathered his captains together, and they came with a fleet of bladed prows and bitter warriors, skulls displayed at belt and shoulder, scriptures crossed through with bloody ink.
Horus was dead. The heresy that had looked ready to rip the bloated Imperium apart had ground to a halt. The Legions that had turned from the Emperor and sided instead with Chaos, that boiling fount of madness and disorder, were scattered; licking their wounds, bemoaning their losses, running for their lives.
Not so the Night Lords!
Alone amongst them all, the Night Haunter’s contempt for his father had outdated, and outlasted, the rebellion. The Emperor’s favoured son Horus had corrupted the other dark Legions, pouring poison upon their primarchs with insidious whispers and sweet promises, but not so to the Night Haunter. Not to Konrad Curze. He had seen his father for what he was long before. He had chosen Chaos as a tool – as an ally – but was not seduced by it. And when Horus was cut down, when the other Traitor Legions were shattered, when distant Terra was liberated and the Emperor triumphant, had the Night Lords fled? Had they yelped in fear and skulked into the gloom to fight amongst themselves, as had the others?
No. No, not they.
“Their primarch unleashed them, he fed them the fear they yearned, and on Tsagualsa he called them to his side, and showed them his palace.
It was built of bodies: still living, fused at broken joint and sliced skin, knotted around coiling vertebrae and dissected sinews.
In the screaming gallery, where a carpet of moaning faces rose in broad steps – writhing spines and clutching fingers shivering along every edge – the Dark Lord received his captains with a bow.
He was naked, but for a cloak of black feathers, and had never been more magnificent. Sahaal and his brothers dropped to their knees and hailed him: their father, their master, their lord, their Dominus Nox.
He regarded each in turn, and to each he nodded once, a feral jolt of recognition, like a wolf regarding its pack. All of them were there: Quissax Kergai, Master of the Armoury, whose scouring of the Launeus forgeworld had crippled the loyalists of the Trigonym sector. Vyridium Silvadi, Lord of the Fleet, who had routed the flotilla of Admiral Ko’uch and bombarded the Raven Guard for five days before they could retreat, unsupported, like the cowards they were. Even Koor Mass, encased now in the sleek shell of a dreadnought, its every surface decorated with flayed skin, had deigned to attend his master’s audience.
There was one other who Sahaal noted amongst the menagerie, and he avoided that one’s gaze, finding his countenance distasteful. Krieg Acerbus, youngest of the Haunter’s captains, incalculably vast and swollen with pendants and gory souvenirs of his works, leant on the shaft of his great poweraxe and smiled with insolemn pleasure at his master’s attention.
Sahaal ignored the giant’s smirking features and concentrated instead upon his lord, resplendent upon a throne of obsidian and silver.
The Night Haunter paused to gather his thoughts, drawing his feathered cloak around him like a great crow folding its wings – and then he spoke.
He told them of his bitter crusade. He told them of his hate for the traitor-Emperor who had turned upon him without warning or honour; a hate that burned bright and unquenched, but as patient as time itself. He told them that they, his children, his dark warriors, his prefects of fear personified, were each worth a dozen of any loyalist Marine, with ‘purity’ on their ignorant lips and devotion in their hollow, hypocritical souls.
He told them that they would have their revenge upon the withered god, and they cheered in the shadows of the writhing mausoleum and clashed their gauntlets against their breasts in joy.
And then he drew breath and told them he was going to die, and their joy crumbled like ash.
— Lord of the Night, Simon Spurrier
The crew returned from their little odyssey through dimensions and parallels and everybody was okay and one day, they looked back to this little incident and had a good laugh about it.
It’s gonna happen sooner or later. They’re gonna be fine, don’t worry, guys. Rodimus went on to win for his football team like he always dreamed he would. Percy was disappointed because there was nothing left of his corpse.
I think I am simply physically unable to draw Megatron with dignity and composure.
Looking for references for Rodimus is always pissing me off, that guy has no business being so attractive, damn it.
Fun Fact: This was actually funny in my head.
GODDAMMIT RODIMUS IT IS SO IC FOR YOU TO PULL OVER FOR STARBUCKS WHILE DIMENSION-CRAWLING BACK HOME *rabid frothing noises* FFFFFFFFFFF
I’m kind of considering making a Megatron RP blog….
(R:) The world cannot possibly have enough Megatron RP blogs. *_* DOOOOO EEEEEEET.
(Apologies for bursting out of the woodwork, since I don’t think you know me. However, I’m not aware of any IDW Megatron IC blogs, and this would delight me. ^_^;;;;)
while we’re all crying over #32, I’m laughing because my friend called Rewind a “fcking creep” for hiding in Ultra Magnus’ dead corpse. XDDD
WHEN ATTEMPTING TO REMOVE PTSD REWIND FROM A HOLLOWED-OUT CORPSE, IT IS ADVISABLE TO USE A MINIBOT HOOK INSTEAD OF YOUR BARE HANDS
PLACE PTSD REWIND IN A MINIBOT BAG AND TIE THE TOP SECURELY SO PTSD REWIND DOES NOT ESCAPE IN TRANSIT
WHEN RELOCATING TRAUMATIZED MINIBOTS FROM WARZONES STREWN WITH THEIR FRIENDS’ DEAD BODIES, CHOOSE TO RELEASE THEM IN LOCATIONS AS FAR FROM ANY OTHER FUCKING THING AS POSSIBLE