I love u crayola I Psycho loves crayola Llama loves crayola Tyler loves crayola Tris loves crayola Whale loves crayola Starr loves crayola Mekksico loves crayola MTP loves crayola Llamasylle loves crayola Crayola loves crayola We all love Crayola
I don't know if you remember but I once said I wanted to join as the top Switch freestyler but now that I see who's on the team I'm wondering if I'll even be average for it lol
did u know that Mawson and Mertz hurried back a quarter-mile to where they had crossed the crevasse, praying that their companion had been lost to view behind a rise in the ground. Instead they discovered a yawning chasm in the snow 11 feet across. Crawling forward on his stomach and peering into the void, Mawson dimly made out a narrow ledge far below him. He saw two dogs lying on it: one dead, the other moaning and writhing. Below the ledge, the walls of the crevasse plunged down into darkness. Mawson and Mertz read the burial service at the lip of the void and paused to take stock. Their situation was clearly desperate. When the party had split their supplies between the two remaining sledges, Mawson had assumed that the lead sled was far more likely to encounter difficulties, so Ninnis’s sledge had been loaded with most of their food supplies and their tent. “Practically all the food had gone-[and] spade, pick, tent,” Mawson wrote. All that remained was sleeping bags and food to last a week and a half. “We considered it a possibility to get through to Winter Quarters by eating dogs,” he added, “so 9 hours after the accident started back, but terribly handicapped. May God help us.” They had left no food depots on their way out; their choices were to head for the sea-a route that was longer but offered the chance of seals to eat and the slim possibility that they might sight the expedition’s supply ship-or to go back the way they’d come. Mawson selected the latter course. He and Mertz killed the weakest of their remaining dogs, ate what they could of its stringy flesh and liver, and fed what was left to the other huskies. Each night’s rations were less palatable than the last. Learning by experiment, Mawson found that “it was worth the while spending some time in boiling the dogs’ meat thoroughly. Thus a tasty soup was prepared as well as a supply of edible meat in which the muscular tissue and the gristle were reduced to the consistency of a jelly. The paws took longest of all to cook, but, treated to lengthy stewing, they became quite digestible.” Even so, the two men’s physical condition rapidly deteriorated. Mertz, Mawson wrote in his diary on January 5, 1913, “is generally in a very bad condition… skin coming off legs, etc.” Despite his leader’s desperation to keep moving, Mertz insisted that a day’s rest might revive him, and the pair spent 24 hours huddled in their sleeping bags. The next morning Mawson awoke to find his companion delirious; worse, he had developed diarrhea and fouled himself inside his sleeping bag. It took Mawson hours to clean him up and put him back inside his bag to warm up, and then, he added, just a few minutes later, “I [found] him in a kind of fit.” They began moving again, and Mertz took some cocoa and beef tea, but the fits got worse and he fell into a delirium. They stopped to make camp, Mawson wrote, but “at 8pm he raves & breaks a tent pole…. Continues to rave for hours. I hold him down, then he becomes more peaceful & I put him quietly in the bag. He dies peacefully at about 2am in the morning of 8th. Death due to exposure finally bringing on a fever.” Mawson was now alone, at least 100 miles from the nearest human being, and in poor physical condition. “The nose and lips break open,” he wrote, and his groin was “getting in a painfully raw condition due to reduced condition, dampness and friction in walking.” At 9 a.m. on January 11 the wind finally died away. Mawson had passed the days since Mertz’s death productively. Using his now blunt knife, he had cut the one remaining sledge in two; he resewed his sail; and, remarkably, he found the strength to drag Mertz’s body out of the tent and entomb it beneath a cairn of ice blocks he hacked out of the ground. Then he began to trudge toward the endless horizon, hauling his half-sledge. Within a few miles, Mawson’s feet became so painful that each step was an agony; when he sat on his sledge and removed his boots and socks to investigate, he found that the skin on his soles had come away, leaving nothing but a mass of weeping blisters. Desperate, he smeared his feet with lanolin and bandaged the loose skin back to them before staggering on. That night, curled up in his makeshift tent, he wrote: My whole body is apparently rotting from want of proper nourishment-frost-bitten fingertips, festerings, mucous membrane of nose gone, saliva glands of mouth refusing duty, skin coming off the whole body.
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aw man :( I don’t use discord but I really wanna join :(
cracked team, cracked players.
Nice tage everyone on the team do be cracked
So much improvement, good job guys
truly insane how talented u guys are
thanks!!
I love this team
i love u sis
W player
I love u bro ther
what a montage guys! crazy clips can’t wait to see our team expand even more!
thanks!
you did a great job recruiting llama, he’s actually so insane
which one
@@TeamOrbitRL sylle lmao
@@plantyrl6834 ah yes
@@plantyrl6834 aww tysm planty
Recruiting... he scouted us
best one yet orbits players are getting nutty
:))
nah yall dudes crazy fr
W moments
Ur team has become one of the best keep it up💥💥💥
Ty!
2:07 what are these dudes taking? mf tren?
Love the moments!
:)
YEA LLAMMAAAAAAA
(:
😊
This team has honestly become so freaking insane
lets goo!
@@TeamOrbitRL sui
for real mane ⬆️🎁😗🥶👺👹
i agree
Agreed
Sick
thanks!
W
W
W
Dopeee
hope to be in next time!
🥰
Nice
W vid 🏅
thanks!
how are you guys so freaking good with so few subs and viewers. This is crazy good
Just having fun making cool montages
Gawd damb
nice moments 🥳🥳
I love u crayola
I Psycho loves crayola
Llama loves crayola
Tyler loves crayola
Tris loves crayola
Whale loves crayola
Starr loves crayola
Mekksico loves crayola
MTP loves crayola
Llamasylle loves crayola
Crayola loves crayola
We all love Crayola
@@Ewty 😳
am starr, can confirm
true
3:28 is ridiculous wtaf. i miss you all ❤️
Yo dyma thank you!
👋
So really if I’m in orbit moments am in the team😏
no sorry
@@TeamOrbitRL lol
🪦
Long time no see I’m excited to go back to rl montages y’all are popping of low key
tysm! means a lot. glad ur back to rl
I was here.
prove
i doubt it
2:16
Cool tage! What’s the song btw?
T & Sugah x NCT - Find A Way (feat. Cammie Robinson) [NCS Release
Damn, crazy. I wish I could be here, I’m not a freestyler anymore though. I’m a comp boi
rip
🍟 🍦 📚
🏄
@@crayola8680 😅
Yoooo you are a very cool team I am hoping to get a bit better and than I could maybe join
thanks!
It’s this guy
@@Ewty who is this guy
Why is this team so underrated i don't understand
huh
He doesn’t say it anywhere but Tyler’s editing going crazy
Thanksss
@@TeamOrbitRL my bad
2:10 excuse me wtf ?
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I don't know if you remember but I once said I wanted to join as the top Switch freestyler but now that I see who's on the team I'm wondering if I'll even be average for it lol
Wow this is crazy and also 134 comments????
yea its crazy
Wonder who replied to a comment 50 times 🤔
@@Ewty hmmm
need clips? i have a bunch and trust they are insane
hey i did make it in
kap
Lies
Lies
Lies
Lies
Hey man! Can I edit the next montage? I would love too.
we are looking for simple editing
@@TeamOrbitRL I can do that :)
tyler play
now?
Im bad 😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢
nono
@@TeamOrbitRLThis make me feel bad at the game 😢
No chance I’m joining this team 😂
hey maybe one day
@@TeamOrbitRL hopefully
Orbit Star still sounds better 😠
did u know that Mawson and Mertz hurried back a quarter-mile to where they had crossed the crevasse, praying that their companion had been lost to view behind a rise in the ground. Instead they discovered a yawning chasm in the snow 11 feet across. Crawling forward on his stomach and peering into the void, Mawson dimly made out a narrow ledge far below him. He saw two dogs lying on it: one dead, the other moaning and writhing. Below the ledge, the walls of the crevasse plunged down into darkness.
Mawson and Mertz read the burial service at the lip of the void and paused to take stock. Their situation was clearly desperate. When the party had split their supplies between the two remaining sledges, Mawson had assumed that the lead sled was far more likely to encounter difficulties, so Ninnis’s sledge had been loaded with most of their food supplies and their tent. “Practically all the food had gone-[and] spade, pick, tent,” Mawson wrote. All that remained was sleeping bags and food to last a week and a half. “We considered it a possibility to get through to Winter Quarters by eating dogs,” he added, “so 9 hours after the accident started back, but terribly handicapped. May God help us.”
They had left no food depots on their way out; their choices were to head for the sea-a route that was longer but offered the chance of seals to eat and the slim possibility that they might sight the expedition’s supply ship-or to go back the way they’d come. Mawson selected the latter course. He and Mertz killed the weakest of their remaining dogs, ate what they could of its stringy flesh and liver, and fed what was left to the other huskies.
Each night’s rations were less palatable than the last. Learning by experiment, Mawson found that “it was worth the while spending some time in boiling the dogs’ meat thoroughly. Thus a tasty soup was prepared as well as a supply of edible meat in which the muscular tissue and the gristle were reduced to the consistency of a jelly. The paws took longest of all to cook, but, treated to lengthy stewing, they became quite digestible.” Even so, the two men’s physical condition rapidly deteriorated. Mertz, Mawson wrote in his diary on January 5, 1913, “is generally in a very bad condition… skin coming off legs, etc.” Despite his leader’s desperation to keep moving, Mertz insisted that a day’s rest might revive him, and the pair spent 24 hours huddled in their sleeping bags.
The next morning Mawson awoke to find his companion delirious; worse, he had developed diarrhea and fouled himself inside his sleeping bag. It took Mawson hours to clean him up and put him back inside his bag to warm up, and then, he added, just a few minutes later, “I [found] him in a kind of fit.” They began moving again, and Mertz took some cocoa and beef tea, but the fits got worse and he fell into a delirium. They stopped to make camp, Mawson wrote, but “at 8pm he raves & breaks a tent pole…. Continues to rave for hours. I hold him down, then he becomes more peaceful & I put him quietly in the bag. He dies peacefully at about 2am in the morning of 8th. Death due to exposure finally bringing on a fever.”
Mawson was now alone, at least 100 miles from the nearest human being, and in poor physical condition. “The nose and lips break open,” he wrote, and his groin was “getting in a painfully raw condition due to reduced condition, dampness and friction in walking.”
At 9 a.m. on January 11 the wind finally died away. Mawson had passed the days since Mertz’s death productively. Using his now blunt knife, he had cut the one remaining sledge in two; he resewed his sail; and, remarkably, he found the strength to drag Mertz’s body out of the tent and entomb it beneath a cairn of ice blocks he hacked out of the ground. Then he began to trudge toward the endless horizon, hauling his half-sledge.
Within a few miles, Mawson’s feet became so painful that each step was an agony; when he sat on his sledge and removed his boots and socks to investigate, he found that the skin on his soles had come away, leaving nothing but a mass of weeping blisters. Desperate, he smeared his feet with lanolin and bandaged the loose skin back to them before staggering on. That night, curled up in his makeshift tent, he wrote:
My whole body is apparently rotting from want of proper nourishment-frost-bitten fingertips, festerings, mucous membrane of nose gone, saliva glands of mouth refusing duty, skin coming off the whole body.
@@Ewty thank you, I will read it to my step daughter 24 yrs into the future.
there’s too many starrs, and took many mysts, so “starrwasmyst” bc i was myst for a bit
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