All players start on start. Youngest goes first then clockwise from them. To play, roll the dice and move forward the indicated number of spaces. If the space says ” Go Forward x” or “Go Back x” then do so. When you land on a space requiring you to answer a question pickup a question card and read it. If you have already read said card then return it to the pile and select another. DO NOT read the card aloud. You do not need the exact number of moves to land on a question space or the finishing space. If you land on a space that says, ” You Lose”, you go to the ranking space labeled ” Everyone Else” Enjoy!

The atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima was a “Gun and barrel” type weapon, and as the name suggests, it shoots a piece of subcritical uranium down a barrel at 300m/s and into another piece of subcritical uranium, making one large, supercritical piece of uranium that would fission. It had a yield of 16 kilotons. The bomb dropped on Nagasaki was a more efficient, implosion type weapon. It had a ball of subcritical plutonium in the center of another ball of high explosive. When the explosives were detonated it compressed the plutonium into a supercritical mass, causing an explosion. It had a yield of 21 kilotons. These weapons were examples of our ingenuity and our determination, but they were also weapons of mass destruction. The gun and barrel type bomb was dropped on Hiroshima on August 8th, completely obliterating the city. Three days later, on August 9th, the implosion type bomb was dropped on Nagasaki.

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A piece of string,
A simple thing.
But things even as simple as this can cause
Great suffering.

One day I was going to the market
A trivial thing but,
Chance can always mess with things.
I found a piece of string upon the road.
I picked it up because surely,
Everything must have a use.
Little did I know one of my enemies was watching,
I quickly hid the string and pretended as if I picked up nothing at all,
and that I was still looking for what caught my eye.

Later that day someone reported a missing pocketbook,
Chance had just sealed my fate.
My enemy saw me pick up the string at the time of loss,
I looked for something after picking up the string.
But the worst thing is that,
Not a random bystander that watched this,
But an enemy,
And they can’t be trusted.

He molded this piece of string,
Into the missing pocketbook and told the mayor.
The mayor didn’t believe the story of the string,
As the cards were stacked against me.

And then the rumors spread.
Even rumors can ruin someone,
Even with no evidence to back them up.
Everyone thought I stole the pocketbook,
And the more I say in my defense, the more they think I am lying.
Even when someone turned it in,
they simply thought it was a confederate that I hired to turn in the book.
This only deepened suspicion,
And no-one trusted me when trading.
So here I am,
Starving,
Embarrassed,
Ashamed,
And on my deathbed.
Writing this to you to tell you the truth,
It was all a simple piece of string,
Come,
See for yourself.

An Imperialistic Poem

We want to expand
We need the land
They make just rice
What a waste.

Let’s go and save them
Give them schools,
Give them churches,
Let’s save these savages.

They sit on silver,
Silver I say!
And what do they do?
They throw it away.
Throw it Away!

What a waste
Let us use the land
For we won’t waste it,
We would use it well.

moo

Last quarter was a bit abysmal, Don’t you think?

This is my groups water wheel. Before we start I would like to say, well type, that my group was Broy, R.T., And Myself. Our water wheel lifted the maximum load possible at the challenge and did it with very low energy usage. Our Wheel Continue reading →