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I’m trying to refine my process for Pre germinating my Kentucky Bluegrass and Perennial Ryegrass seed.
Testing is ongoing right now (working on 1/2/3days in water to see what’s fastest). Pictured is pre-germinated seed that was placed in soil after 3 days (left), 6 days (mid), and 7 days (right).
Total time to sprouting (including the time in water) was 7 days, 10, and 12 days. Basically, each group needed 4 days out of the water to sprout.
I’m using Paint Strainer bags from Amazon, much cleaner to use than burlap sacs. Refresh the water every 12 hours. To spread, I’ll mix with Milorganite (pictured) like I did last fall for my (partly successful) full renovation.
PRG sprouts quickest with just 1 day in water. 1 day in water turned into sprouts on day 4. 2 days in water became sprouts on day 5.
I kept some KBG in water for 12 days, it never sprouted.
I’ll post again when I have a conclusion for my final test. This is Midnight Kentucky Bluegrass from Seed World USA, tested 12/2022.

I just picked this up on sale with an additional 20% off coupon that applied at check out. I received it today and was pleasantly surprised by the quality of the items included. I don't think you could buy the multi-tool, shovel tool, and knife, for what you get in this entire package. This would be a perfect item for someone getting into camping/backing/prepping. Myself, I am planning on using this for a Get Home Bag to stash on my trunk, after making a few minor changes(removing a few items I think I'll never use, add a few more first aid items and water purification tablets). May actually pick up a 2nd to throw in my S.O.'s vehicle as well!
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Namesake: Dancing With Myself by Billy Idol
User: Johnson Johnson Wrong Esq.
Wearable stand
Stats:
Power: Ø
Speed: Ø
Range: A
Durability: E
Precision: E
Potential: C
Appearance:
A pair of oversized checkered boots and gauntlets summoned onto the user. Each piece is connected to the user's spine and each other via metallic cords.
Ability:
DWM’s primary ability allows the user to completely control the movements of others, so long as they precisely mimic the target’s movements beforehand. The period of control’s duration lasts as long as the period of mimicry, and forces targets to move as the user does. Simply, the user copies the target’s movements, then puppets them to follow theirs.
The ability can be applied to people, humanoid stands, corpses, and would eventually extend to any intentionally humanoid object.
While capable of harming stands and serving as a minimal amount of defensive armor, they provide the user with no additional strength.
User information/backstory:
Johnson Johnson Wrong began, as many do, from humble beginnings. A lower class kid from south Georgia, he managed to skid under the eye of the law despite his sketchy dealings and unsavory compatriots. This not only gave him powerful experience and valuable connections, but the money he needed to fulfill his dream-paying his way through law school! He passed the bar with flying colors, and moved on to his duties as a defense attorney.
He was very good at his job. He was not nationally known, and had no desire to be, but was the first choice for legal assistance in certain circles. There was a certain je ne sais quoi to Johnson that lent itself to great feats within the courtroom. He himself went on trial twice for suspected murder, yet was acquitted both times while representing himself. This understated profile, remarkable yet unorthodox skill, and tendency to occupy the same establishments as many of his clientele were enough to catch the eye of a wealthy beneficiary.
Vincent Niche, multimillionaire and shipping empire giant, has wandered into their sights seeking mercenaries of versatile skillsets to embark on a mission alongside him. The danger would be steep, but the reward steeper. The unusual situation this high profile individual was putting himself in, and the relatively seedy location he was employing "no questions asked" mercenaries from implied suspicious business. Johnson volunteered...as this man seemed likely to require a very expensive lawyer.
His application, as well as several others', were eagerly accepted. The freelancers were introduced to each other, some having already been acquainted. Soon, additional information was provided and they were gathered in Niche's office. They were given a group briefing, specifying the mission details as 'recovering an artifact' deep within the Amazon Rainforest. They would convene at his property in Brazil in one month's time. They were to prepare by then, and board a cruise heading to their destination complimentary of Niche. They would be given a personalized weapon and equipped before boarding a helicopter and exploring various sites. There was a high possibility of life-threatening combat, as Niche's estranged sister, Gretchen, was pursuing the same goal with her own highly skilled team. They would be paid five million dollars each upon mission completion. They were then dismissed without elaboration. Johnson was fascinated, his mind racing at how to take full advantage of his new rich, yet clearly eccentric and naïve client. Though, there were preparations to be made. He took the squad suit shopping in an effort to make his less appearance-conscious coworkers more presentable, and prepared his wit for the trip. This would be quite the fascinating outing.
Their relaxing journey was more eventful than anticipated as they were forced to combat a group of attackers bearing a full armory of weapons and explosives. Yet, the incident became more and more bizarre as it progressed. Each and every one of the ridiculously well-armed assailants had the same face, voice, and general incompetence. This was somehow a literal one man army consisting of the same person over and over. What more, they vanished in a burst of light upon sustaining any injury. They left no trace of their existence aside from their dropped weapons, and the confusion only arose as they shot their way into the security office their ringleader was holed up in. The man, identifying himself as 'Doopli Trooper', was far more articulate and competent than his subordinates, despite being the same person once again. He was alert, a skilled combatant, and seemed to be miming finger guns.
A small scuffle broke out before Doopli threw himself out a window. Yet, he seemingly landed on his back 30 feet down completely unharmed. Throughout the ensuing chase, he amassed more of himself out of thin air. They were used as meat shields, diversions, and gymnastic partners as the group had him on the run.
This was becoming a problem.
It took nearly an hour overall, but eventually Doopli would slow down due to exhaustion. He was apprehended and fell unconscious. It was strange, though. The man seemed on the verge of death despite not sustaining a single injury. The ship would proceed to harbor, being met by Speedwagon employees as soon as it arrived. Johnson’s suspicions only grew alongside the other mercenaries as Doopli was taken into the company’s custody and their squad was whisked away to an underground bunker within the rainforest.
Niche greeted them, the group immediately demanding answers. The supernatural experience of a magically appearing clone army had made this job somehow even more suspect than it already was, and their benefactor NEEDED to explain himself.
Niche was dismissive, telling them that all would be understood in due time as per the outcome of Section 7E of their contracts.
Section 7E…Johnson had combed over the contract a multitude of times before signing, but that paragraph was particularly odd. Seemingly nonsense meant to fill a word count or cover every hypothetical, “The possible life-risking effects of new skill or weapon acquisition” released liability of death or injury during the process of equipping employees prior to mission start. No matter how unorthodox the methods. This seemed to be a roundabout way of covering gun safety and workers comp, among a litany of other factors.
These thoughts traversed Johnson’s mind as they were directed to stand in a line and introduce themselves to a one-armed old man Niche referred to as ‘the SWF boss’. The man took each of their hands, giving a strange riddle in a pleased tone as he moved along the line. Johnson felt uneasy as the man looked into his eyes, telling him “You bring others to move at your pace, dancing to your own tune with high ambition.” What this meant was unclear, but deep down, it felt as if his very being had been exposed and peered into. Producing an arrow from thin air, they were told to observe a screen to the left for further instruction. After the concerning news that they were the third attempted team, everything went black. He woke up an indeterminate amount of time later, the man sitting by his bedside. Johnson’s groggy realization upon blinking reality back into existence was clear: The contract was shit.
His compatriots seemed to have similar feelings, though their complaints were quickly silenced by Niche, or more accurately, the strange being they noticed standing beside him. They were introduced to the concept of ‘stands’, and told that their survival meant they were worthy. They merely needed to practice and they would uncover their hidden potential. The next day was precisely that, as the mercs one by one discovered their abilities. During this time, they were also given the true details of their mission. An immortal bird, a fellow stand user, was in possession of a coin originating from Niche’s ancestor. This coin contained their stand, which granted its user a lifespan proportional to their material wealth. They were to assist Niche to breach the bird’s solid gold temple and retrieve the coin before his sister could. Once again, it was nonsense.
Johnson looked down at his new gauntlets as the others greeted the final employee, whose arrival was delayed by a plane crash. This…this would be interesting. A whole breadth of possibilities were opened before Johnson. Now, he just needed to complete this assignment. The journey would have a rough start, as their base was attacked by Gretchen’s crew before they were fully prepared. They were forced to evacuate into the jungle, and the race towards a solid gold temple began prematurely. Their first encounter was bizarre, to say the least. The group came across an abandoned logging camp full of instruments, and were swiftly attacked by a flying frog and a tree covered in mouths. Johnson spent a majority of the fight as a saxophone.
The encounters only increased in brutality from that point forward, as Gretchen’s crew relentlessly attacked them at every turn. Despite this, they won at every turn, even taking in an ‘ally’ from the other side, and eventually a prisoneguide that turned traitor the second they could. These fights provided immense practice for the mercs, and Johnson unlocked more and more of their power. He was the lynchpin of several fights, and eventually learned he could control anything intended to be humanoid, including stands, stand constructs, and corpses… During the final showdown with the bulk of Gretchen’s remaining crew, the team was separated in a building collapse initiated by one of the enemies and aided by an encroaching army of plant monsters. Johnson struggled against a small team of enemy users that kept them under constant surveillance and control via their ability synergy. All he could see was a bound man in a straight jacket and a state of sensory deprivation. A second stand swam through the floor, watching him…just staring. They seemed to have perfect control of the area somehow, and Johnson’s inability to control the bound man made an approach seem impossible. Though, he was smarter, better at bluffing, and was able to kill their heavy hitter through ridiculous means that involved a corpse, several guns, and using his gauntlets like…gloves. He approached the other two members of the team, who had been obscured by a chunk of rubble.
They immediately surrendered, guiding him through the crumbling facility and using their abilities to heal him. They additionally insisted they join up as a newly formed team, as Johnson had just killed their third member. While reluctant at first, Johnson realized how advantageous this was, and accepted their deal as the first two lackeys for his “law firm”.
The escape after his encounter was just as perilous, with the crew frantically avoiding prehensile plants and a giant vegetation monster Johnson was able to control and hold back. He gave out, but bought the few precious seconds their helicopter escape route needed to arrive.
They were able to get an actual night’s sleep, and headed out the next morning to breach the temple. The entire structure was solid gold, and filled to the brim with ancient doubloons. They were confronted by an absolute kaiju of a stand, which swiftly dealt with Gretchen’s last minion before turning its soul-reading gaze at them. The fight was horrifying, and resulted in physical and mental trauma before a precise shot from the resident sniper killed the bird. They had lost one crew member in the process of securing the coin during the fight, but it was over. The stand collapsed into itself as all went quiet.
Right afterwards, Gretchen confronted them and demanded the coin. It took the combined effort of the entire crew to overcome her Art of War and overwhelming physical strength in a manner that was frankly overkill.
Now it was over.
…
The temple started collapsing, forcing the crew to make it out by the skin of their teeth at the end of a very, very long mission.
NOW it was over, actually.
Niche was very pleased with his crew and their success, giving them their reward and whatever they could carry from the golden temple. Many of the mercenaries continued working with Niche or the SWF as everyone looked towards the future, but Johnson had other plans.
His reward was put towards his own Law Firm, compound, and manpower. Further pushing his stand to the limits revealed he had control over nonliving humanoid objects like the statues that would now line his yard. He began scouting out people from different walks of life as bodyguards or mercenaries with select skills. Most importantly, he needed stand users. Anyone in a rough spot that could be recruited or manipulated was high priority, and his growing underground reputation as the best stand user attorney in the business was a fantastic boon. Many of his cases resulted in the recruitment of valuable allies and minions, from clients to other attorneys. Continuing to this day, he has high hopes, and equally high ambitions…perhaps that immortality-granting coin should belong to him…he deserved it, after all...
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(Former) “Team Dredge”
Namesake: Operator by Jim Croce
User: J.D.
Integrated Phenomenon stand
Stats:
Power: Ø
Speed: B (Transfer speed)
Range: E* (Activation; no range limitation once ‘plugged in’.)
Durability: C
Precision: A
Potential: A
Appearance:
The user’s head appears concave and mechanical. Dozens of dual input wires float around their skull as if plugged into an invisible sphere.
Ability:
The user can ‘plug’ others into their stand by inserting one of its many wires into the air in front of them. That line is now connected to that specific individual and cannot be reused until ‘unplugged’ and reinserted. This effect lasts until the former happens, or a recipient dies. Senses, sensations, thoughts, and even injuries can be transferred and sent between willing members of the network with absolute freedom and few limits, passing through the user and their stand.
User information/backstory:
Team leader and only competent strategist of the trio, J.D. stressfully held his crew of mercs together through job after job with a solid record of success. His ability was pure utility, and the only users he could acquire were oddballs with little direct combative ability, but his (relatively) keen mind lent itself to develop a system of synergy for their strange and limited powersets. In his system, the three would be constantly connected via ｢Operator｣, allowing precise use of ｢S&M｣ through third-person vision courtesy of ｢Wolfpack｣. This method served them well through many missions, though they were overcome by Johnson, despite him being a hare away from death, when weak link Bell’s stand was caught and its eyes covered.
One line is always connected, though he refuses to reveal to whom. He simply dodges the question, a sadness behind his eyes.
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Namesake: Wolfpack by Sabaton
User: S. Merci Bell
Nonhuman stand
Stats:
Power: D
Speed: C
Range: B
Durability: B
Precision: B
Potential: E
Appearance:
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Ability:
｢Wolfpack｣ is a simple stand with a simple ability-it is a submarine that can dip into any material as if it were liquid, with two separate options for sight. The user can see out of both its face and periscope at any time, even both simultaneously for split vision. This is relegated to separate eyes. If they so desire, the user may enter the cramped, hollow interior of ｢Wolfpack｣ for travel purposes.
User information/backstory:
Hawaiian shirt clad recon specialist of the team, his stand was the most technically active portion of J.D. strategy. ｢Wolfpack｣ was required to be attentive and observant at all times, but this job was rarely stressed over. Lax and carefree, Bell’s attitude would often take the brunt of punishment or blame in bad situations as the punching bag, whether it was his fault or not.
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Namesake: S&M by Rihanna
User: ??? (Deceased)
Humanoid Effect stand
Stats:
Power: B
Speed: B
Range: C
Durability: E (Can be forcibly deactivated with the slightest disturbance to the user)
Precision: A
Potential: D
Appearance:
A slightly frosted translucent sphere around the user.
Ability:
When all of the user’s sensory information and movement are restricted, the gain complete telepathic control over everything in a 15 meter diameter sphere around them.
User information/backstory:
The heavy hitter of the team, his ability is only viable through the use of their leader’s strategy, though he was never seen as more than a tool in this regard. The others found him unsettling…for good reason, and his death at the hands of Johnson was only mourned so far as it limited their potency as a team.

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