#mdwp

[multidimensionbb]

New Mini Event: The Great MCYT WIP Purge

Hello everyone! Luna here! I had an idea for a new mini event, and this time, it's all about the WIPs!

We all know fanartists/writers of all stripes habitually struggle to finish WIP(Works In Progress)s. I know I certainly do. After one too many stressful nights where I agonized over projects I'd forever left unfinished, I came to a solution: AN EVENT!

This event is all about finishing the WIPs! They can be any length, any medium, any MCYT corner--anything! There are no word limits, no finish levels, no nothing--all that matters is that you finish it to your comfort level so it stops haunting you at night (or maybe that's just me, who knows).

If you're a perfect angel who doesn't have any WIPs (lucky you) or you want to help someone else beat their demonic art block with a stick, you can sign up to be a part of the hype squad! Each participant will be assigned a member of the hype squad based on their interests (which will be determined similarly to a big bang, because I apparently love torturing myself with spreadsheets). The hype squad will help the participants with brainstorming and advice when they need it, because making stuff is always more fun with a designated partner in crime!

You can be a hype squad member and a participant if you'd like, just make sure you have enough energy to do both, okay? No burnout! You may also sign up with a pre-selected hype squad and save me a bit of a headache, if you already have a friend you'd like to run with.

If any of this sounds interesting to you, fill out the interest check linked below to help me out! It'll be open until the 15 of August, so you've got two weeks to decide! I hope you guys find this event as helpful as I do. We can do this together :^D

[concidineart]

Technoblade, famed sell-sword and revolutionist, has done the last thing anyone expected from him: retired. And like any good try-hard, Technoblade intends to commit to the bit. So he writes a letter. Quackity, You told me so. Consider the bridges burned. --- AU where Techno's retirement goes a little differently.

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandom: Dream SMP Relationships: Niki | Nihachu & Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza, Technoblade & TommInnit Characters: Technoblade, Philza, Ranboo, TommyInnit, Tubbo, Quackity, Niki | Nihachu

This fic was written as part of the @multidimensionbb WIP PURGE! Huge shout out to my supporter @seasonalflowerr for listening to all my research and ramblings!

[ogsoulless]

blinded golden - stolen flowers 1/?, 1.5k, ongoing. [FIRST] [NEXT] [LAST] [tumblr upload]

we made it!! my fic for @multidimensionbb’s wip purge event. super big shoutout to @wyvern-of-whimsy for being my supporter <3

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[octaviocruz]

Poemarium - No te enamores de una odiosa (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1092542785-poemarium-no-te-enamores-de-una-odiosa?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=OctavioCruz7&wp_originator=MDwP%2BCfkrSf%2Fy%2Bf7KeLSFV85MlPVodrP2mm6soi4rRXTycrbHdDnRj0OvBMgtg9%2FwpYvU4%2F9gDCetl8bdq2YcObTF98G2E86pq6VkLLbsCl2JaMNDG9UpvJGAqztjGJm 

Una vez platicando con mi abuelo de idas y venidas de la vida. sabores y sinsabores de la misma, me dijo Hijo mio, despues de todo este tiempo, te voy a decir el secreto mas grande de la vida. Nunca pero nunca te enamores de una odiosa. pero como dices eso abuelo El era un caballero que nunca le habia faltado al respeto a una dama.

Nunca, pero nunca te enamores de una odiosa. de esas que de todo se rien y muestran su sonrisa al mundo de esas odiosas que muestran en una mirada y quieres clavarte en ella

Asi que te esta gustando  dale click para seguir leyendo es hijo mio te gusto

[the-togepi-man]

For podcasts, I mainly listen to "Stuff you Should Know", "99% Invisible", and "My Dad Wrote a Porno". Lots of interesting information, and a comedy!

Thank you for this ask! My friends told me to listen to MDWP a while ago and i finally got to it. Im already on book too and i laugh so hard every fucking episode lmao 

[multidimensionbb]

The Great MCYT WIP Purge 2024: Info Post!

EVENT DETAILS ARE HERE!

For this event, artists of all mediums and stripes (cosplayers, artists, writers--anyone!) are encouraged to pick up a WIP, whether half-finished and shared, just a random Discord DM to a friend, or 95% done in your Google Docs, and finish it to your desired finish level! Those who choose to battle their creative demons will take up the mantle of a WIP warrior (warrior for short) in the event. Only one WIP will be allowed per person, due to the structuring of the event, but you are encouraged to work on other WIPs if you finish yours early and are feeling it!

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Warriors and supporters will be paired in teams of two based on an anonymous summary of the warrior's work. If a warrior wishes to fight solo, they can simply let a mod know, and if they already have a supporter in mind, they can also let a mod know! We would like to keep teams in pairs, if possible, but we can make exceptions if a warrior's team is pre-selected.

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Přístrojová deska se stává přehlednější, osobitější a také atraktivnější 

Modulární pracoviště používá digitální displeje a dotykové panely místo tlačítek

Premiéra se odehrála na Mezinárodním veletrhu užitkových vozidel IAA, stánek B11/A06 v hale 17

Elektronický panel s digitálními přepínači místo mechanických tlačítek, přehledné displeje místo analogových číselníků, tak vypadá Modulární pracoviště řidiče mDWP (Modular Driver Workplace) od společnosti Continental. Německá společnost tak zpřístupňuje digitální éru i autobusům, a to jak pro městskou, tak meziměstskou dopravu. Díky mDWP mají řidiči mnohem ergonomičtější, pohodlnější a bezpečnější pracovní prostředí, provozovatelé těží z větší flexibility a výrobci autobusů si vystačí s menším počtem skladových dílů. „Koncepty založené na digitalizaci a systémovém propojení se řadí mezi klíčové kompetence společnosti Continental,“ říká Dr. Michael Ruf, šéf obchodní divize Užitková vozidla & Náhradní díly společnosti Continental. „Podařilo se nám proměnit tradiční pracoviště řidiče do zcela nového digitálního prostředí. Těží z toho jak řidiči, tak výrobci autobusů.“

Modulární pracoviště se zaměřuje na potřeby řidiče a může být snadno upraveno tak, aby vyhovělo i požadavkům provozovatele, ať už v městské nebo meziměstské dopravě.

Nové provedení přístrojové desky, která již stačila získat prestižní ocenění iF Design Award a German Design Award, lze snadno zakomponovat do nejnovější generace městských autobusů. Digitální displeje umožňují výrobcům zcela bez omezení navrhnout a naprogramovat různá zobrazení a ovládací panely a díky tomu upravit pracoviště řidiče podle požadavků přepravní společnosti. První exempláře již byly dodány výrobcům autobusů a sériová výroba se spustí zkraje roku 2019. Vedle producentů autobusů projevují o tuto technologii zájem také výrobci elektrických vozidel pro údržbu městských komunikací, zemědělských a stavebních strojů.

Řidič získává za každé situace jen nezbytné informace

Zvláštní funkcí modulárního pracoviště řidiče je kombinace až tří displejů se dvěma individuálně nastavitelnými ovládacími panely. V centru zorného pole se nachází plně programovatelný displej TFT s úhlopříčkou 12,3 palce (MultiViu Professional 12), který umožňuje zobrazit řadu funkcí a ovladačů, a to jak přístroje, tak záběry z kamer. Tato hlavní obrazovka je doplněna dvěma ovládacími panely po levé a pravé straně volantu a díky tomu jsou relevantní údaje a nejdůležitější ovladače dobře viditelné. Výhodou pro řidiče je skutečnost, že v danou chvíli jsou zobrazeny jen nezbytné funkce, a to s lokalizovanými názvy. Díky tomu odpadá zbytečné odvádění pozornosti a řidič se může plně soustředit na stále rostoucí provoz.

Zatímco během jízdy ukazuje displej rychlost, stav dobití akumulátoru nebo navigační údaje, v zastávce se může zobrazení přepnout na záběry z kamer u dveří. Při couvání lze nastavit displej na výstup z parkovacích kamer, čímž odpadá nutnost montáže dodatečného monitoru pro kamerový systém. V případě potřeby se zobrazí jak varovné kontrolky, tak dodatečné výstrahy, které řidiče upozorní na neobvyklé nebo rizikové situace. Stejně jako u předchozích řešení, je i v tomto případě pracoviště řidiče všestranně nastavitelné, upravit lze výšku i sklon. Vedle zajištění ergonomických podmínek pro šoféra to přináší další výhodu v podobě snazšího nalezení nových řidičů.

Modulární pracoviště řidiče se přizpůsobí šoférům hodně rozdílných postav.

Systémové řešení usnadňuje výrobcům logistiku zásob náhradních dílů

„Náš koncept představuje zcela novou kapitolu ve vývoji pracoviště řidiče. V centru našeho zájmu byly od začátku potřeby profesionálů v této oblasti,“ říká Michael Glunk, produktový manažer společnosti Continental zodpovědný za Modulární pracoviště řidiče. „Modulární koncept představuje díky své všestrannosti a možnostem individuálního nastavení zásadní vylepšení jak pro řidiče, tak provozovatele a výrobce,“ doplňuje. Díky značné flexibilitě mohou výrobci podle svých představ upravovat ovladače a displeje, aby co nejlépe vyhověly potřebám jejich zákazníků a budoucím nárokům autobusové přepravy bez navyšování skladových zásob náhradních dílů.

Ovládací panely jsou spojeny prostřednictvím sběrnice CAN a lze je volně naprogramovat. Díky tomu je tento systém zcela univerzální. Všestrannost však není v rozporu s běžnými standardy, nové pracoviště řidiče vyhovuje normě EBSF (The European Bus System of the Future) od Mezinárodní asociace veřejné dopravy (UITP) a plní požadavky Německé asociace dopravních společností (VDV). Novinka mDWP a její komponenty jsou současně dostatečně robustní, takže vyhoví každodennímu náročnému provozu autobusů. „Společnost Continental je zaměřena na špičkové technologie z různých oborů, a tak dokážeme vyvinout komplexní systém složený z celé řady součástek a zajistit výrobcům vozidel značnou přidanou hodnotu,“ říká Dr. Michael Ruf.

Provozovatelé velkých flotil těží ze všestrannosti a individuálního nastavení

V případě, že jsou nezbytné další ovladače, displeje nebo jiná zařízení, lze nové pracoviště řidiče rozšířit o dva další displeje. Výrobce vozidla má možnost naprogramovat každý modul zvlášť podle požadavků svých zákazníků a také snadno zaměnit ovládání z levostranného na pravostranné. Pokud autobus vyráží na novou trasu se zcela jiným zaměřením, ovládací panely lze přeprogramovat a opatřit novými ikonami. To představuje zásadní výhodu, které s běžnými spínači nelze dosáhnout – i v tom spočívá další zlepšení pro provozovatele.

Hlavní, 12,3palcový displej TFT MultiViu Professional 12 nabízí řadu zobrazovacích možností, a to nejen přístrojů, ale například i výstupů z palubního kamerového systému.

Žádný ovladač nelze omylem přesunout

Další výhodou Modulárního pracoviště řidiče je vnitřní paměť a funkce pro zapnutí a vypnutí. Když řidič příště spustí motor, najde displeje a ovladače buď ve stejném nastavení, jako když opouštěl autobus, nebo v základním nastavení. A to i v případě, že autobus mezitím prošel údržbou. Výrobci, kteří chtějí svým zákazníkům nabídnout různé možnosti zobrazení, mají k dispozici i podsvícení displeje a ovladačů v tlumeném a barevně sladěném provedení.

Další informace o Modulárním pracovišti řidiče včetně videa, které přehledně zobrazuje všechny možnosti nového systému, najdete na internetové adrese www.continental-automotive.com/mdwp.

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When Xisuma opened the door to Cleo's bedroom, it was full of knick-knacks, silly pictures on the wall and carved figures lining the desk, but it was also notably empty of Cleo herself. The crumpled sheets trailed onto the floor. Cleo didn't make their bed, but at least they were tidy enough to leave them on the bed in a pile. Something was not quite right.

"Cleo?" He called. They were still not there.

Xisuma took a step closer to the bed and pulled the blankets back onto the mattress, straightening them out. As he smoothed over the quilt, an object bounced off his boot, rolling under the bed. He got on his knees and reached underneath the bed frame, searching around blindly, before he gripped the thing and fished it out. When he opened his glove, within it lay a greenish-blue lump curled in upon itself. He squinted in the dim light, focusing, before he realised it was a mangled hand.

"Oh jeez," he gasped. His heart stuttered, skipping beats and bile coated his tongue. "Oh, goodness." Cleo's hand. Cleo was not there, but her hand was. It seemed to have ripped at the stitches' seam, the joint separated with almost surgical precision. Xisuma muttered not now, X, under his breath. Was he really analysing how Cleo's hand like a freak when they were missing? He placed the hand gingerly on the floor next to him. Maybe it could be reattached.

Cleo had obviously been taken by Grian. But what Xisuma couldn't understand was why Grian had done it. Why he would keep doing it. None of it made sense. But getting his Hermits back would change that. And— and if Grian had to be removed, so be it.

His communicator buzzed. X didn't want to see how Doc screwed up this time, or deal with the consequences. Luckily, Doc seemed to be keeping his toes in line for once. Instead, it was a notification of Ren and Grian world hopping, sent from the server. Which… they shouldn't be able to do.

"Curious," he muttered. They—or rather Grian, he guessed— had managed to get past his lockdown, and now they could be anywhere, which made his plan useless. Then again, X didn't know how he would've contained Grian by himself when he had already taken twelve of his hermits single-handedly.

It didn't matter though; he had something else to do. Xisuma had promised Cleo, after all to find them: Martyn, BigB, Jimmy, Scott, Lizzie.

Xisuma didn't know where he got Martyn's address. Perhaps when he and Jimmy toured Hermitcraft. But however it happened, it was in the system, and close enough that he wouldn't have to use the long range teleporter.

Martyn's house looked a lot like Grian's did. Xisuma frowned. He didn't want to think about Grian right now. It couldn't be proven that Grian was behind all of this, but considering there was a confirmed sighting of him kidnapping someone and suggested evidence of him doing the same to many others… it wasn't looking good for him. X didn't know what to think of him at the moment, so he didn't, but Grian's dusty, worn house stayed in his thoughts anyway.

He knocked politely at the door and waited outside for a moment before sighing and trying the door. It swung open creakily, the pieces of the lock shattered on the floor. "Martyn?" He called. Dust seemed to coat him, and he was gladder than ever for the in-built respirator into his helmet. "It's Xisuma, I just want to talk to you," he continued, trying to project soothing into his voice. It didn't really work; he sounded anxious and quite worried.

He continued picking through the house. The bread in the cupboard was stale and there was some kind of lichen growing on the inside of his kitchen. Finally, he arrived at what seemed to be the bedroom. It had a bookshelf in one corner and a futon on the ground, with bags littered in the corner. Turning to close the door, he realised that the door had no handle anymore. The knob and the area of wood holding it having been ripped with the force of someone who expected resistance. It seemed that Martyn hadn't been home for a while. Xisuma sighed, closing Martyn's door behind him, before he teleported away.

BigB's house was modern, a box of cut quartz and tinted windows. It was just as empty as Martyn's, yet much better kept; the floors were dust free, the curtains were open, the food was packed neatly away in the cabinets, the bed was made. But BigB wasn't there. Dread pooled in Xisuma's stomach.

Jimmy's house was a cosy cottage on the river, cute, tidy, if a little outdated in style. He stepped through the door, pulling it open, and noticed a cat sleeping on the bed. There was a table flipped sideways with torches, food and a sword scattered on the spruce floor. The cat stared at him with unblinking yellow eyes. Xisuma got the sense it knew something it shouldn't. A name tag with Big Man Norman carved into it hung from its collar. X offered it a piece of cooked meat before he flipped the table back over, sending a slight breeze into the next room. It disturbed pieces of paper that were scattered on the floor, fluttering with the dust that followed.

Xisuma knelt down and gathered them into a stack to read. Most were useless: junk mail, drawings of a cat (presumably Norman), invitations to new worlds. Finally, he comes across a letter, signed Smajor1995. X almost ignored it, until he noticed the words Grian, Pearl, helmet and gone.

Unfortunately, Scott's letter didn't reveal much to him. The ink was smudged and scribbled, like he was in a hurry. Scott had emphasised Jimmy leaving— he had no chance to fight; if Grian could take so many powerful revenants just like that, Jimmy couldn't hope to fight. It was a little demeaning, even if well intended. He knew Jimmy had been training with Grian before he was reaped to put his avian nature to good use. But the word helmet was curious.

Pearl visited me yesterday. She seemed to be in a hurry, but couldn't tell me why. She was close to wolfed up, my teeth were burning. It's honestly quite annoying being connected to someone's shifter form. Pearl asked me if I could see our Reaper for her, but it hasn't spoken to me in weeks. It knew something was coming. She told me about this helmet, and how it messed with Scar. Grian's next. Knowledge is power, Jimmy. We need to know what that helmet's connected to. I'm doing some reading. Come find me in the Meadow if you can.

Jimmy had been packing when Grian came. But Xisuma had a new thing to look into: Scott, and this helmet. The way Scott had phrased it, the helmet had a hand in the way Grian was acting. Grian is not himself. X folded the letter and tucked it away, and set out to Scott's.

Scott's Meadow was stunning, hidden away on a hill, with rolling gardens, birds flitting above his head in the blue sky, sunlight bathing the grass in a golden glow, and blood staining the shattered bay window. Shards of glass were littered through the garden beds, the pieces sparkling atop the roses like dewdrops. Xisuma creaked open the door, an uneasy silence settling over him just like the layer of dust at Martyn's.

Smears of blood coated the glossy oak planks, leading towards the doorframe he had stepped through. It appeared Scott didn't plan on going through the window, and whoever attacked him made that choice for him. Walking with through the kitchen, he found a note was pinned to the dining table with a dagger. The handwriting was scrawled and slanted, and dated two days ago.

Pearl,

He's here. Grian doesn't sound like himself and his eyes are purple. Since when were his eyes purple? I know you wouldn't know better, because of the way we are, but it sounds… almost like a Reaper. Has possession by a Reaper been heard of before? I thought they couldn't fit in a mortal form.

fuck gtg

I left two books from the Elven Library. They're on the table. Stay out of my room.

-S

X clenched his fists, breathing out shakily. He couldn't worry about Scott right now, he needed to calm down and get to the library. His unsteady inhales didn't slow his heartbeat or silence the voice inside him that muttered Scott's dead. He followed the hallway away from the kitchen, passing door after door after door. Scott's house went on forever— it would cut into the hillside. An unassuming dark oak door interrupted the cut quartz walls, covered in cobwebs that were twice as dingy in the blinding cleanliness of Scott's house. It looked… intentionally dirty, like the grime had been painted on and the copper doorknob left unwaxed on purpose. He opened the door, flinching at the squeal of creaky hinges.

And inside, was the library.

Compared to its decrepit entrance, it was lit golden by candles and sunlight. There was a sweeping skylight that shone dappled sun onto the what must've been hundreds of shelves that were all in perfect condition, probably maintained by magic. He padded on the soft carpet and breathed in through his helmet's filter and managed to smell flowers even beneath layers of dirt. X would have to convince Scott to do whatever he did here to his art gallery.

Next to the door was a large table, and its legs were… carved chicken feet? On top of it were two tomes; one, a thick book on folklore and the other, a leatherbound journal. Xisuma flicked through the journal, finding it ended a halfway through. But the filled pages, were filled with Reapers. X wasn't a revenant, like some of his servermates, but he had heard of the interdimensional creatures. It was a record of Reapers, and revenants, and powers and abilities. He picked it up and tucked it in his pocket, promising himself that he would come back and ask to roam between the bookshelves. But Scott's house had given him all that it knew on the helmet.

Lizzie was last on his list, and the furthest away from Hermitcraft. Joel had lived here, once, and his space was obvious from the belongings left cluttered on the floor and the gaping absence of things in places that were 'his' areas, like she was afraid to move into where he was.

A door slammed at the back of the house, and he could pick up yelling from the back garden. It was the first sign of recent life in all of the places, and X hurried towards the door, almost tripping over a dog as it, too, sprinted towards the rising voices.

The sun was dimming, approaching the horizon. The bronze rays caught on the grass and three heads: one brown, one covered in netherite, and one pastel pink. It looked like they were arguing.

"No, Grian, I don't want to hear it! Where is Joel? You should know where he is! I didn't tell him to leave for Hermitcraft, only for him to disappear, you bloody lying—"

Scar raised his hands in surrender. "Hey now, Lizzie. Joel is fine, you don't have to worry. You just have to come with us."

Grian stayed silent, which was quite unlike him. X needed to know what the hell was going on.

"Grian!" He interrupted. "Where are they? The Hermits? And why are you here, Scar, I thought you were on break. And what on earth is all this about this helmet," he asked, trying to keep calm, but his voice rose and his hands shook. Goodness, he was such a failure of an admin.

Grian turned to look at him strangely: his head rotated and his body turned mechanically to follow. His wings stayed folded behind him. He still said nothing.

"Oh, hey X!" Scar greeted, but his eyes flicked between Lizzie and Grian. His cheek twitched like his grin wanted to drop. "Why are you here? I didn't realise you and Lizzie were that close," he commented. X went to protest, before he cut himself off. Sometimes it seemed like Scar's revenance was a silver tongue, rather than what it actually was.

Grian shifted on his feet, widening his stance. Lizzie seemed to be sizing X up. Scar glanced between all three of them, before settling on Xisuma.

"Listen, X, I don't think you should be here right now. You can catch up with our dear friend Lizzie later, yeah?" Scar suggested, his tone sliding towards threatening. X shook his head.

"I can't, Scar. I have a duty to the Hermits, and when so many go missing I need to look into it. And Grian is looking to be involved at the moment, so if I could just—"

"I don't think the Revenant of Void was asking a question," Grian said. X flinched. He didn't want to deal with manipulative interdimensional people again, not again, not again. He could faintly hear Lizzie panicking over the blood in his ears.

"What— why are you a Reaper, you shouldn't be a Reaper, Grian, fuck—" she gasped. "What have you gotten yourself into? Grian," she pleaded, reaching out to touch his shoulders. Xisuma couldn't help but feel immeasurable sadness for her; a friend for decades, not quite the same. Grian's face set as she grabbed his arm, before he pulled his arm back and brought it down across her face.

Lizzie gasped, hands coming up to cup her cheek. Eyeliner smudged around the bottom of her eyelid as she brushed her pink hair away from her cheek. When X saw the reddening handprint, he finally snapped back into his own body. Lizzie was yelling and her eyes glistened as he stepped between her and Grian.

"Grian, you can't just go around slapping people, goodness. What's gotten into you?" Xisuma protested. Grian glared at him, before jerking his head at Scar, who was staring off into the middle distance. Scar snapped to attention and approached Xisuma, weighed down with reluctance. He instinctively stepped back. Scar's mouth was moving, and X focused to cut through the static ringing in his ears. All Scar was saying was I'm sorry, I'm sorry, over and over and over. A tear landed on X's glove, and Scar stiffened like he was expecting a beating too.

"What are you doing?" Xisuma whispered as Scar laid his fingers on the back of his neck.

"I think you know," he replied, mouth set in a line and sad eyes that turned black, speckled with blue. Cold traced down his spine as something touched the back of his neck.

"What—" he gasped, reaching back to bat Scar's arm away, but his grip tightened in warning. His eyes widened as the sound of glass splintering filled his helmet, his helmet which was cracked with stress lines and faults. He couldn't see much (was he going to pass out? was he going to die), and darkness was closing in around the edges of his vision. Blinking away the black spots, Xisuma realised that literal skulk was growing on his visor, and he could no longer see out of his left eye. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

"Sleep," Scar whispered. Xisuma's mind echoed with the command. A little voice pleading not again, not again. His limbs folded and his eyes closed. He was pretty sure Lizzie was demanding answers, her fingers flickering with flames and threats. He couldn't hear much over the blood roaring in his ears.

He had fulfilled his promise, at least. Martyn, BigB, Jimmy, Scott, Lizzie. The journal weighed heavy in his pockets. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. How heartbreaking to lose someone you knew to a life you couldn't be in. How horrible for them to come back and ruin it all over again.

[nepal123]

Melamchi tunnel breakthrough in December Kathmandu, October 13 After missing the September-end deadline, the much-hyped Melamchi Drinking Water Project (MDWP) has set a new target to complete the tunnel digging process within December.

[tylergoelz]

A peek inside a full-time traveler's, and my current, home office and bedroom #mdwp #mydailyworkplace

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MCYT Wip Purge Supporter Call!

Hi everybody! As we're looking at numbers and preparing for teams, we've made the decision to call for a few more supporters.

What is a supporter?

A supporter is someone who will be paired with a warrior (person working on a wip) in the event! There will be three main kinds of support roles:

Doodlers (who are capable of sketching motivational doodles)

Betas (those who check over work to polish it; though they are usually readers, in this event, they may also check over the quality of other mediums if asked!)

Duckies (those who help the warriors problem solve their way around creative blocks with cooperative brainstorming sessions)

If you'd like to join as any of these roles, please fill out the form attached and we'll be in touch! Don't worry about picking what form of support you'd like to be just yet -- we'll be asking for that in a couple weeks. If you'd like to work on more than one team, we'll be making that an option as well!

We look forward to seeing you!

SIGN UP TO BE A SUPPORTER HERE!

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MCYT WIP PURGE SIGNUPS NOW OPEN!

Sign up here now!

Signups will be open until September 3rd!

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Team Name: Preteam Polycule

Warrior Name/Socials: @relgnira

Supporter Name(s)/Socials: @myketheartista. @galaxystt

Project Title: Cabin Fever - A Secret Life Animatic

Project Link/Image: https://youtu.be/YrKmSgN85Pc?si=eKJEXabTwdgeObsk