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u]Sat Oct 3[/u] I have a tale for you, /a/. A few days ago, a thread was posted suggesting /a/ brush his sister's teeth. After some consideration, I offered and eventually did brush my younger sister's teeth for her. I thought it was fun, and she didn't seem to dislike it - though she also didn't think much of my technique. That's the backstory; here's the main event. Tonight my sister interrupted my browsing 4chan to ask about my day. Very thoughtful on her part, but not unusual. As we talked, she mentioned that she was going to get ready for bed soon. I thought nothing of it. It wasn't until she repeated that she was "going to go brush her teeth" and started slowly slinking out of the room that I picked up on what she wanted. At that point, I asked if she wanted a hand with that - and she quickly accepted. I went with her to brush her teeth again. Tonight's session was less messy than the previous attempt since we both knew what we were doing; as before, I stood behind her and brushed from the view in the mirror. I found navigating her mouth with the brush significantly less difficult this time. While brushing, I noticed that she seemed unsure of what to do with her hands tonight. She moved them from the sink to almost touching my hands to her hips on more than one occasion. In the end, she thanked me for brushing her teeth for her. I felt a little awkward, and I'm sure she did too. Once was just for fun, but now it felt... well, it wasn't what I might normally call intimate, but this is a lot closer than we've been since she was six or so. I'm not sorry I did it; she expressed genuine gratitude for my help. She also suggested that my brushing skill had improved. I was happy to receive her praise. Since this chain of events was initated here, I thought I might post this in hopes that the OP of that thread see that his request did not fall on deaf ears. Mon Oct 5 I have a new story for you, /a/. Last I posted, I had brushed my sister's teeth for the second time. Unlike the first time, the second brushing felt more deliberate and awkward. I thought that we wouldn't have a third performance. I was wrong. While I watched television about an hour ago, she sat down beside me. Her giggles and smile told me she was having a good night. I listened as she spoke blithely about her adventures at school. At length I put my arm around her and squeezed her briefly against me, then returned to the television. Not to be ignored, she told me she wanted to switch tonight. Further inquiry on my part revealed that she wished to brush my teeth. I accepted. Since she stands a full head shorter than myself, conventional brushing was difficult. I tried sitting down so she could brush from the front, but that didn't work, resulting in toothpaste on my shirt. She eventually procured a small step-stool and stood behind me, brushing my teeth in the mirror - as I had done hers. The feeling was... exquisite. She was incredibly gentle; she asked frequently if she was pushing too hard. After each pause for me to spit, she reengaged with renewed fervor. I was sorry for it to end. When she stepped down, she told me that I was right - that brushing someone else's teeth was fun. She was shining, and so was I. Thank you, /a/. This was a most worthwhile endeavour you recommended. Fri Oct 9 I have posted in the past on this topic. My sister and I have developed an occasionally problematic and somewhat needy nightly ritual because of these threads. After brushing her teeth at the behest of /a/, she decided that in addition to my brushing her teeth, she should brush mine. As of this week, we're brushing our own teeth only once a day; the nightly brushing is done by the other. The odd thing about this, though, is that I don't really want to stop it. It's both endearing and affirming that my sister and I are close - something of which I am most glad.
Oral Hygiene-kun said:
I'm in graduate school. She's in high school. I approached the subject with curiousity and interest - offering to brush her teeth only as a passing fancy - and while she initially declined the offer, after we talked about other subjects for a while she decided she did, in fact, want to give it a try. This has been... hmm, three weeks ago? It was only awkward after the second brushing. Before that was fun, and everything afterwards has been great. It was the second time that really made me think we wouldn't be doing it again.
Thur Oct 22 Hello again, /a/, from he who brushes his sister's teeth. I have an update to my curious tale for you. A quick recap of events thus far: Roughly a month ago, /a/ suggested we should brush our sister's teeth for them. Intrigued by this concept, I did so. My sister and I so enjoyed the experience that not long afterward, she hinted that she wanted me to offer to brush them again - and I did so. From that point on, I have brushed her teeth every night, and she occasionally brushed mine. This odd arrangement has continued - until last night. As was the routine, when my sister had finished her shower she requested that I brush her teeth. The thrill of the act has passed, somewhat; now I comply for the closeness that holding her softly and cleaning her teeth provides. Tonight went as previous brushings have, until the end. As I finished, I told her we were done and prepared to head back to Internet minutiae; before I could turn away, she solidly embraced me and asked to reciprocate immediately. Somewhat surprised by her hug, I acquiesced. She took particular care that night to brush my teeth thoroughly. She would tilt my head this way and that so as to get the best angle in the mirror to view her work. I'd be lying if I said I didn't relish in her doting; her gentle and cautious brushing is truly luxurious. After at least twice again the time a normal brushing would take, she reluctantly ended my session. I thanked her, but she informed me we weren't done yet. Still standing on her footstool, she ordered me to open my mouth. For what seemed like a long while, she looked at my teeth. I watched her eyes dart around my mouth and occasionally meet my gaze. On the stool, she stood a few inches taller than me; usually the hight difference between us is quite the opposite. Hesitantly, experimentally, she put her index finger in my mouth and pushed lightly on my back teeth. Amused by the serious face she was wearing, I responded by closing my mouth and sucking her finger. She blushed instantly and let out an audible yip, pulling her finger from my mouth. Grinning at her, I waited for her response. She looked in my eyes, looked at my mouth, and edged closer to me. I am no fool, /a/. I understood your intent when you made that thread a month ago. I didn't care - I understood my family well enough that I was quite sure there would be no drastic changes to our relationship because of any one event. That said, my sister's charmingly rouge cheeks, uneven breath, and parted lips told me at that moment that I may have been mistakened: that she wanted to express our newfound closeness with a different sort of affection. I wouldn't say I froze - rather, I simply didn't move as she leaned forward. I closed my eyes and felt her mouth brush against my upper lip. When no further pressure followed, I opened my eyes and saw her looking guiltily away from me. I hugged her against me and told her thank you again, and then left the room. This was yesterday evening. She has been cordial but skittish every time I see her tonight, and in about one hour she will have her shower and prepare for bed. I am curious to know if she will ask me to brush her teeth again. I find myself hoping she does. Mon Oct 26 Oral Hygiene Brother here, with an update. Thanks to /a/, I am quite content to brush my sister's teeth for her, and she mine - but after what can best be described as an awkward, aborted, post-brushing kiss attempt on her part earlier, I was concerned that our toothbrushing days were numbered. However, the next night indicated that the status quo had returned again. This update is not about recent events; our relationship currently seems stable. Rather, I'll describe events that took place on the day following my previous update. On that night, I brushed her teeth as was usual, and again she asked to brush mine afterward. I felt a thrill at her request: this meant she was not upset about what happened earlier. After she finished, I turned around and lifted her down from the step-stool she had been using. In that moment in which our faces were close, I felt an impulse which I could not ignore. I pecked her lightly on the lips. Her bright blushing and immediate demand to know what I thought I was doing was precious. Could her brother not kiss as a show of appreciation, I reasoned? Surely there was no harm in a brief family kiss, particularly since we both now had minty fresh breath. I admitted to her that the closeness I felt with her over the past month was very valuable to me, and that I was glad to have her as my steadfast and irreplaceable sister. Warily, she admitted she felt the same about our improved rapport, and affirmed that family-style kisses - ie. no-tongue, apparently - would be okay. Shortly before going to bed, she inquired as to why I originally wanted to brush her teeth. At a loss for words, I gave her the truth: the Internet suggested it. After considering this, she asked whether the Internet offered any other such suggestions. I declined to go into the naughtier specifics, but I gave her a few examples I remembered. She found the hair brushing suggestion particularly interesting; this has resulted in an increase in our nightly grooming time together.
Oral Hygiene-kun said:
Ah, yes. In short, after I had brushed her teeth, she demanded to brush mine. She spent a great deal of time on that. Afterward, she wanted to look at my teeth, and eventually put a finger in my mouth - on which I gently sucked, causing her some degree of consternation. After that, she leaned in close, and I suspected what she wanted to do. I closed my eyes and waited for soft lips to brush over my upper lip only. She must have significantly embarrassed herself, though, because she stopped. I hugged and thanked her and I wasn't sure what to make of that at the time.
Fri Oct 30 I didn't brush my sister's teeth tonight. She is feeling ill. Despite the possibility that she has the dreaded swine flu, I have been taking care of her. If I get sick as well, then so be it; it will have been for a good cause. For most of the day I have sat with her and kept her hydrated; I also served as a nurse for any requests she might have had. She has taken medicine for her fever, and I have been monitoring her health: Tiredness, chills, fever, dizziness, and cough. For my part, I find myself distracted by her pain; at the risk of sounding cliche, I would take it upon myself if I could. I don't tell her that, of course. She has enough to cope with as it stands. In lieu of describing a nightly brushing, I'll instead mention that serving as a nurse for my sister was not at all distasteful. Chauvinistic or not, seeing her in a weakened state reminded me how adorably cute my sister is. Of course, helping her to relax and recover was always paramount in my mind. When she felt cold, I brought her additional blankets and sat with her while she sipped hot tea. We talked of idle things when she had the strength to do so, and I let her rest when she felt tired. She expressed to me how calm she felt when I sat with her, and thanked me for "wasting" time taking care of her. Running my hand along her shoulder and arm as she lay on her side, I confided that I never considered time spent with her a waste. She's resting now; I would not be on /a/ were it otherwise. I write these updates for /a/ because you inspired me to become closer with my sister; times such as these remind me that we were always close, however. Mon Nov 2 I have an update for you, /a/. My sister brushed my teeth tonight. Naturally, I brushed hers as well, but the events that transpired afterward will likely perk your interest. As you may remember, my sister was ill recently. To my relief, she has entirely recovered, and has returned to her usual, energetic self. However, she had not requested my presence for teeth cleaning activities since she fell ill. I assumed, with a heavy heart, that we would be self-brushing henceforth. Tonight proved that this would not be the case, as I happily obliged when she asked for dental assistance. I brushed her teeth with a bit more zeal than was typical, the net result being a somewhat messier session than was strictly necessary. Once she realized my intention, though, she happily played along - her tongue playfully dodged the brush during my attempts to clean it, though it was eventually cornered and brushed. After I finished with her teeth, she took up the brush and, surprisingly, attempted to brush from the front; surprising, because we both know that means toothpaste cleanup afterward. Halfway through my session she switched to the usual from-behind position. Her body pressed against mine as she brushed. When she finished, we cleaned up the area and ourselves. During a break in the laughter we had over tonight's toothbrushing adventure, my sister asked if I thought she was still contagious. Offhandedly, I replied that I doubted it. Later, as we hugged each other goodnight, she told me that she hoped I was right about her as she gave me a light, quick kiss. As she hugged me again, she explained it as a 'thank you' for taking care of her. When I didn't immediately respond, she laughed and claimed that I was blushing before going to her room. It seems I was taken off-guard, tonight. Sat Nov 7 While I am my sister's oral hygienist, my story won't focus on that topic tonight. We continue brushing the other's teeth, though our grooming habits have spilled over into other areas as well; these days I brush her hair as well as her teeth, for example. That said, I thought I'd provide an update which is not restricted to the bathroom, so to speak. We've grown very close these past two months; my sister and I now freely share our time with each other. Today, we had planned to do our shopping together, but that plan evolved into an outing for us both; rather than wasting the trip strictly on trivialities, we opted to first visit the ice skating rink. To illustrate the stark contrast of our improved relationship these past two months, I have never before managed to drag my sister onto the ice: while I am reasonably proficient, her experience on the ice, prior to today, comprised one ill-fated attempt roughly eight years ago. She was understandably nervous about this venture, but she was insistent that she would learn to skate today. Naturally, her first steps on the ice were hopelessly cute. gripping the rail, she treaded the ice uneasily and spent a great deal of time steadying herself. After some coaxing, she ventured away from the wall, though she would not do so without her hand in mine. While the interior of the rink was cold, her smile, as I pulled her carefully around the ice, kept me warm. I noted with satisfaction that by the end of our session she had progressed considerably. Due to her ankles being unaccustomed to skates, she needed to rest periodically and would watch the others and me skate while she recuperated. At one point, as I helped her back onto the ice, a well-meaning bystander with whom she had been chatting asked her if this was her first skating attempt. She replied that it sort of was, to which the woman replied that it was good that my sister had her 'boyfriend' there to help her. I arched an eyebrow when my sister did not bother to correct her. We spent most of today together, and we spent the evening in proximity to each other. I am quite happy with this arrangement, /a/, and I suspect my sister feels the same. Sat Nov 28 My sister and I traveled to our parent's house for Thanksgiving. We see them frequently, so this wasn't a momentous homecoming occasion. However, this holiday proved rather telling about where my relationship with my sister is heading. On the drive to our parent's, my sister was cheerful and spirited, as usual (the energy she displays is certainly one of her more endearing qualities.) Our arrival was met with hugs from the parents and offers of victuals. Dinnertime was typical - gratuitious amounts of traditional Thanksgiving food and general updates about our lives for our parents. Eventually the topic shifted to my graduate classmates, and my mother was quick to inquire as to whether there were any future mothers of her grandchildren among them. While I mentioned the strong points of some of my female classemates, I didn't specify any as a prospective mate. This lead to a degree of good-natured teeth-gnashing due to my mother desiring that I produce offspring for her to grandmother. During the converstaion, I noticed a shift in my sister's behavior in response to these queries; her participation in our family discourse diminished considerably, as did her appetite. Even my mother noticed that she seemed to be gingerly playing with her cranberry sauce rather than eating it. When pressed about why she wasn't particularly hungry, she claimed she was stressed from school. She was similarly quiet during our return trip, though she did venture a disjointed question about how I felt about having kids. After a brief consideration, I replied that it depended on with whom I was having them. She didn't answer right away, but after enough time had passed that I couldn't be sure the two statements were connected, she asked simply whether I knew that she loved me. I said yes, of course. After a tense moment in the darkness, broken only by headlights and streetlamps, I added that I loved her too. I heard her exhale, but she said nothing else until we arrived at home. I offered to let her get her shower first, but she insisted I go first. After I finished, she took her shower - which lasted for some time. She later requested that I brush her teeth, and I did so. While I'm certain this will come as a disappoinment to /a/, we do not brush each other's teeth every night anymore; it's simply not always convienent. Tonight, though, I took care of her teeth and she reciprocated. During my brushing she mentioned that she wanted to go shopping early the next day at Black Friday sales. While I wasn't particularly enthusiastic about that, I agreed to go with her. She thanked me with a kiss; though our nightly ritual seems to include a goodnight kiss if we both brush our teeth, her affection is always welcome. I'll be taking a short break before writing the following day's segment; I prefer to write more concisely than this, and I do have someone who occasionally interrupts me... Sun Nov 29 Hello again, /a/. Here is the continuation that I had hoped to give you yesterday. My sister asked me to take her shopping on Black Friday. For those of you who have never experienced this glut of consumerism, it involves most large retail chains offering particularly good deals early in the morning, which means that if you want to procure these bargains, you'll be required to wait outside the stores until they open for business. Never one to say no to my sister, we woke up at three-thirty AM and set out to the stores. The weather that morning was particularly recalcitrant, and when we arrived at our first destination the rain had changed into hail. We only had one umbrella between the two of us, so we shared it as we huddled together in line near the entrance of the store. My sister shivered in the icy wind; naturally, I couldn't stand for this, and opened my jacket before pressing her against me. I shushed her protests that someone we know might see us. It wasn't long before I felt her shivers abate and her arms wrap around me.

 
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Mathematician Mandelbrot defined this set in order to study the iteration behavior of the family of quadratic complex functions z ⟶ f(z) := z*z - c. Here c is a complex constant, the so called family parameter. We explain the initial part of this program in the exhibit Julia Set.

But the Mandelbrot Set M became even more popular outside of mathematics than inside because it turned out to yield an unlimited collection of wonderful images. These images can be computed with an extraordinarily simple algorithm due to a theorem of Julia and Fatou from the early 20th century: The points of the Mandelbrot set are exactly those points c in the complex plane for which the iteration c ⟶ f(c) = c*c - c ⟶ f(f(c)) = square(c*c - c) - c ⟶ f(f…f(c)…)) stays bounded, no matter how often f is applied. In practise we have only to check whether this sequence gets an absolute value > 2, because from then on the absolute value increases at every step: |z| ≥ |c| > 2 implies |z*z - c| ≥ |z|*|z| - |c| ≥ |z|*|z| - |z| = |z|*(|z| - 1) > |z| .

Note that c = 2 implies f(c) = 4 - 2 so that 2 is in M. For c = 1 we get f(c) = 0, f(f(1)) = -1, f(f(f(1))) = 0 = f(1), so that 1 is in M.
 
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Unpacking Unpacking the data from the game was pretty easy, since the game used a well known engine, KiriKiri, and so had a standard resource file, XP3. I just ran arc̲unpacker, with the following command:
arc̲unpacker ‑‑dec=kirikiri/xp3 \ ‑‑plugin=fsn \ ‑‑out=C:\Users\Me\Desktop\dump data.xp3 $ ls | head ‑5 back̲base.png back̲base̲over.png back̲extra.png back̲gallery.png back̲load.png Too bad none of the files could be opened.
Breaking Simple Crypto Since the files weren't opening in any viewer, I tried using the 'file' command to see what was in them. It couldn't recognize anything either. The file names weren't mangled, so I knew what the files were supposed to be. For example, I knew 'nc001a.bmp' was supposed to be a BMP file and 'back̲title.png' was supposed to be a PNG. Below is part of my command history. The 'back̲load.png' file is obviously supposed to be a PNG, since it has the PNG file extension, but the ‘file’ command can't recognize the contents.
$ file back̲load.png back̲load.png: data Certain file types start with magic bytes to identify what type they are. I knew that PNG, Ogg, and BMP files had unique magic bytes, so I tried comparing the expected bytes with provided bytes. I used a '.ogg' file for my first test.
Every '.ogg' file starts with the ASCII characters 'OggS'. The first four bytes of 'bgm001.ogg' were instead 'yQQe'. This was encouraging, since the same characters were repeated. 'OggS' has the same two middle characters and so does 'yQQe'. This suggested that whatever change was being
 
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Now the Ogg file was starting to look correct. Not only were the magic bytes better, I could see other valid strings in the hexdump. The file still wouldn't open though. After playing with it for a while I realized I was in over my head and attempted the same process with a PNG file.
Getting a valid PNG I attempted to map the same transform function onto one of the PNG files. This fixed the magic bytes and also made the rest of the data in the hexdump look reasonable. I didn't even have to change the number I was XOR'ing with.
I could open the PNG, but it didn't look right. At the top was a single horizontal line of color, and then the rest of the image was black with a trippy skewed outline of the title screen. I was only able to include a screenshot of the broken image in this document. The actual broken image would not paste correctly.
I thought that maybe something in the header had been changed to mess up the image. After poking at the image a bit, I noticed the dimensions were sort of weird. The file was 801x600. Because 800x600 is a typical resolution, I tried decrementing the width. It worked.
Here's the character 'y' and the character 'O' compared.1 >>> "{0:08b}".format(0x79) '01111001' >>> "{0:08b}".format(ord('O')) '01001111' I've marked below where the bits differ.
'01111001' ̲̲XX̲XX̲ '01001111' Here's the character 'Q' and the character 'g' compared.
>>> "{0:08b}".format(0x51) '01010001' >>> "{0:08b}".format(ord('g')) '01100111' I've marked below where the bits differ. You'll notice the bits differ in the same place.
'01010001' ̲̲XX̲XX̲ '01100111' Here's the character 'e' and the character 'S' compared.
>>> "{0:08b}".format(0x65) '01100101' >>> "{0:08b}".format(ord('S')) '01010011' Once again, the same bits have been flipped.
'01100101' '01010011' ̲̲XX̲XX̲ Flipping select bits would be possible by XOR'ing a certain value. Since the changed bits are the same every time, and the file seems to be encrypted byte by byte, I should be able to just XOR every byte in the file with the same number.
XOR'ing a byte with the same number twice gives back the original value.
I mapped this function onto each byte of a file.2,3 CONSTANT = int('00110110', 2) def transform(byte):
'Transform a byte back to what it originally was.' return byte ^ CONSTANT Can't show that in a Christian zine !
 
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habibib bismillah subhanallah eşheddu enla ilahe illalah ve eşhedu enla ilahe muhameden resülü
 
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My great grandparents are half siblings and I am fine (I think) so I see nothing really wrong with consensual incest between adults
 
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It's not like we have something better to do with our time.
I do tho? I have some movies to watch, some gooning to do, some food to eat, etc...
 
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