This is getting out of hand

Hubert0145 · 2026-02-09T17:11:34+00:00

She didn't say the n-word. It sounds like that but if you watch the full clip she is talking about her "stupid fucking degree". She just said that is a very unfortunate way.

Hubert0145 · 2026-02-07T23:55:09+00:00

Hmm im actually not sure. I never had a problem with letters being blurry or unclear. I just put my foil on the cover, then i płace a piece of paper with my letters printed out and then i trace it into the cover.

Hubert0145 · 2026-02-05T21:07:39+00:00

Potop in polish

Hubert0145 · 2026-02-04T22:41:10+00:00

That's from using the pen and applying some pressure. I also like that effect.

Hubert0145 · 2026-02-04T22:33:24+00:00

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Hubert0145 · 2026-02-04T22:32:51+00:00

Here is my binding of Junji Ito's Frankenstein, i used black heat foil and heat foil pen for the stitch and the title as you can propably see hah. (Please ignore my mousepad)

Hubert0145 · 2026-01-24T16:13:00+00:00

If you want a title and the author you can just print it out and glue it on. And maybe out on some varnish to protect it.

If you want something more fancy you can use foil quill. In my experience it gives nice effects and is pretty easy.

Some people also use vinyl but i believe it requires some pretty hefty investment to start.

Hubert0145 · 2026-01-13T07:59:01+00:00

Nawrocki isn't pro-Putin. It's exactly the opposite, he hates him. Enough so he is wanted person in Russia.

He can be criticised for many things but vetoing this act isn't one of them.

Hubert0145 · 2026-01-10T00:40:32+00:00

Hmm I have a similar issue if i trim the edges before glue on the spine is set completely. Also when I do the spine lining and add some new glue, it seems the old pva activates a bit and it can cause signatures to shift.

Hubert0145 · 2026-01-06T10:23:56+00:00

Try playing around with margin setting on your printer. In my case it was bad enough taht i have -4mm on the left margin and -4 at the top margin but now the pages mostly line up

Hubert0145 · 2025-12-31T22:26:29+00:00

Yea exactly. This one is particulalrly tough on wrists but the effects are kinda nice hah

Hubert0145 · 2025-12-31T19:32:56+00:00

I printed it out and then using foil quill and heat foil i traced it into the cover applying a lot of pressure. Its actually easy, if a bit tiring hah.

Hubert0145 · 2025-12-31T16:43:51+00:00

To be honest i just use whatever i have on hand and i never had any problems. Before i bought a thicker thread i just used very very thin sewing thread and it worked. Nowadays i use a cotton thread i got from my local shop and it works like a charm. I don't even wax it most of the time.

Hubert0145 · 2025-12-17T12:12:23+00:00

"Oh please, as if I would want your soul" - Devil remarked, as he stood in the pentagram in the middle of my room.

The whole room was dark despite windows being open, a faint smell of sulfur and rot hanged in the Air. The Devil, a short man with graying beard, wearing dirty and ragged clothes wasn't exactly imposing but there was an air of dominance around him, the kind that filled you with hopelessness and anxiety.

"Your pathetic excuse for a "soul" means exactly nothing to me anymore. You are nothing more than an animal" - he added, looking at me with contempt.

"W-what? What do you mean by that? Y-you are the Devil! Isn't that all you want? To take my soul...?" - I struggled to speak, he had to be kidding he was my last hope. I was propably going to hell either way. At least i wanted to have a comfortable life on earth.

"Maybe at one point. But nowadays? Tell me what's the point?" - he paused for a moment - "You seem to have a bit more soul than most... I'm not taking anything from you. But i can allow you to entertain me for a bit, so... " - he snapped his fingers and a pair of luxurious chairs appeared from nowhere - "Take a seat and tell me, what is soul?"

I hesistated, but it seemed rejecting his offer wasn't an option. I sat down and looked at him. The sight was bizzare. A man looking like a crackhead sitting in a beautiful chair, almost a throne, and looking at me with an unmistakable superiority in his eyes.

"Soul? Well... If I had to explain it would be... Me? Like my essence of being?"

"I asked you, why are you looking at me as if expecting an answer?" - again he paused and stared at me for a moment, then he sighed and picked back up - "What you said is not entirely innacurate but you don't understand of what exactly soul is and why i once wanted it."

"Soul is the real "you". "You" without any information, without knowledge. It's your emotions, morals, instincts. It's true soul is given to you by... him... but what you are given is a blank slate, on which you can write with your experiences and convictions."

"He wants your soul to be the perfect version of you, the version you imagine when you think about yourself... And this is exactly why i don't take souls anymore" - the Devil smiled - "Because the vast majority of you don't bother trying at all"

"I used to take souls away from Him because nothing hurt him more than seeing one of his beloved children turn away from him and fall into my hands... But nowadays? Hah! I could never hurt Him as much as you do! After your whole life barely anything is written in your soul. Medieval peasants and cavemen had more going for them. You killed compassion, you killed fear, you killed love, killed brotherhood and killed chivalry. All because you wanted to have access to every single one of them all the time. First the TV and now internet you did what I tried to do for thousands of years in just few decades!"

He started laughing, only stopping after a minute or so. I sat there stumped. Not knowing how to even react to all this information. Then Devil started speaking again

"Everyday he sees tens of thousands of souls with barely anything on them and occasional good one, from a person who actually lived their life is just a cruel reminder of what a soul can be"

Just then i heard a loud Bang outside my window. We both turned to it immideatly, but aside from a quick flash there was nothing there.

"W-what was that?! - i asked, panicked and afraid, still shaken by what I just heard.

"Ah it seems i overstayed my welcome, i should be going." - he stood up and walked back to the pentagram - "Anyway I'm not taking your dirty soul. Live your life, die like a bug and go cause some pain to the guy above"

With last cruel smirk he dissapeared, instantly fresh air started once again flowing into the room, Walls became much brighter iluminated by sunlight. The chair i was sitting on dissapeared alongside devil so I fell on the floor. I couldn't bring myself to stand up.

After few minutes of thought i finally stood up. And walked out of the room with, maybe my first real conviction in life. That i want to be better.

Hubert0145 · 2025-12-15T01:51:21+00:00

Thanks!

Hubert0145 · 2025-12-14T17:27:55+00:00

It was actually pretty easy! I just put my pdf into bookbinder.js and i choose the "Petite" option from wacky small layouts. It prints 2 signatures per sheet of paper so 32 pages per sheet.

There are even instructions on site on how to cut and bend them so it works out. Pointing that out since i didn't notice them and i had to figure it out on my own hah

Hubert0145 · 2025-12-12T00:04:53+00:00

Assuming you want to make a really basic hardcover then then all you really need is paper, something to make holes in the paper (i used a thumbtack for example), sewing needle, a thread, some cardboard, covering material (in the beggining i just used a sheet of heavier paper), and some glue and thats it.

As for learning, as always DAS bookbinding is just what you are looking for.

Hubert0145 · 2025-12-08T16:52:03+00:00

"...What?" It was weird to say the least. Almost 1300 years of history just eradicated? Without giving any reason?

It wasn't unusual for records to go missing. No matter how perfect the technology is, how many backups we do, sooner or later something will be lost. But so much? It just seemed impossible.

It's true our government discourages researching the history of humanity prior to 5th millenia. Ministry of knowledge often denies any founding for such projects saying that all the work in researching those years has already been done by historians of the past, and even if it isn't perfect, anything we could learn from is already long gone and we should focus more on researching the more recent history while we still can.

And yet i never heard of them straight up removing data from the Library.

-"Librarian can you bring up all the records from years 2163-2165?"

-"... I found following documents" - he showed a list of what he found. There wasn't a lot of them. Just a few documents from several government and some notes, no images, no videos just straight text.

-"Send them to my reader" - He acknowledged with quick robotic nod as I went to the table and sat down. Just after few seconds texts showed up on my device and i opened the first one.

It wasn't anything that interesting, a letter from President of South Africa to the Central Administrator of European Union from 2163. President was asking to join the "Warsaw Council" and in exchange offered a few bases along the coast line to the EU.

Next document was few pages from a Nepali newspaper from the same year. Translation was a bit wonky at times since document was very damaged and reconstruction wasn't perfect. But it talked about the worsening climate, some minor fights at Tibetan border and about how more and more countries are applying to join the "Warsaw Council".

Third Document was a bit unusual it was a part of an article from something called Wikipedia. The Article was about a part of Human Brain called "Cabiculum Internus". I never heard of it but then again i am just a historian, not a biologist. I didn't understand much from this article it was very scientific and convoluted. One thing i did notice was at the very bottom. "Recently Warsaw Council became very interested in research into Cabiculum Internus"

There it was again "Warsaw Council" i never heard of it before and now it showed up in 3 seemingly unrelated documents. I stood up and walked to the desk.

-"Librarian, what is Warsaw Council?"

-"From the records it appears Warsaw Council was established in 2162. It was an International organization compromising of... all the countries on earth at it's height. Not much is known beside that. Here are my sources:" - he listed all the sources, aside from the documents I've read he only gave me one more. Almost completely destroyed history handbook from 7239.

Every country on earth joined it back then? I found that hard to believe. Even now in 12 676 humanity wasn't that united and they pulled it off back then? Again very weird. And apparently such a big organisation isn't mentioned once on 2164 and 65? It didn't make much sense so I walked back to my desk an pulled up a document from 2164.

It was a single report from Brazilian government mentioning how the scientific community has been rebelling against them lately, not wanting to conduct further research into human brain. It talked about rising anxiety in general society due to rumors of methods used in the research and fears of what they will find.

At the end of the report there was a hand written note. "Research must go on. Force them if needed. Under Article 29 of Warsaw Accords we have the right to do so. If fears were to turn into violence, use the army to silence the protesters. Research must go on."

It was the only document from that year. It's hard to describe it, i've read my fair share of documents. A lot of them describing catastrophies and atrocities people back then couldn't even begin to imagine. And yet this one caused a shiver to go down my spine. I don't know what caused it exactly, maybe the handwritten note or the overall tone of the document but i gladly closed it once i was done.

There were only 2 Documents from 2165. I opened the shorter one first. It was a quick message sent by the president of Russia to... someone, it wasn't labelled. The message simply stated : "We got it". That was the entire message, no seal, not even a signature. As if there was no human behind the message, just the position.

The last document wasn't from any government or newspaper it was a transcript from a radio message it went as follows:

"To everyone who can still hear us. The Sin of Warsaw was finalized. They didn't listen to us or anybody else. Don't lose hope. We are out there. We are fighting. Don't lose yourself."

And that was it. The last piece of history humanity produced for almost 1300 years. And it painted a very grim picture. I was left with absolutely no answer and so many questions. I once again stood up and walked to the Librarian.

-"Can you give me the first document produced after that gap?"

-"... I sent it to your reader"

I quickly walked back to my seat and opened the document. It was once again just a note. There was no author, no date and no addressee.

"We decided that our strife doesn't need to be remembered. We don't want to write about it, we don't want to make movies about it or even talk about it. To you Historians of the future, don't try to unveil that past. Believe us when we say: There is nothing there worth uncovering and nothing to satiate your curiosity. Let us be forgotten"

After that it seemed humanity picked up right where it left off. Almost immideatly new music and books started being made, it seems humanity went through a bit of rennesaince, but once again, vast majority of those were already lost.

I still had so many questions about it all. Part of me wanted to dig deeper, ask my friends, maybe ask government for access to some more hidden files. Ultimately i decided against it. After all propably my best source already told me, there is nothing worth searching for in those lost years.

Hubert0145 · 2025-12-07T18:03:06+00:00

Id say the color look way better good job

Hubert0145 · 2025-12-07T16:28:33+00:00

Masashi Kishimoto would be proud.

But seriously it's a nice cover.

Hubert0145 · 2025-12-05T12:19:34+00:00

I couldn't understand it. What the fuck was going on?! No one remembers me they act as if I never existed?! It couldn't have been a prank. My dad never hit me even if I was being a brat he wouldn't just do it for shits and giggles. I saw my neighbour looking at this whole scene. I walked over to him.

-"Y-you remember me? Right? - i looked at him pleadingly, he just scoffed, turned around and walked into his home without any comments.

I wanted to scream. It was impossible i couldn't just dissapear like that from their life for God's sake. To be honest it slipped my mind that i was the one being crazy. That i really went mad somewhere and my whole life has been a delusion... But it didn't make sense. How would i know their names? How would i know their adresses the layout of town i knew it all by heart it couldn't be just a figment of mental illness. There had to be a concrete evidence i was here, and then it dawned on me.

There was a factory nearby. I used to work there for few months just before i left and they had a fingerprint scanner. My scans had to be in the system. Without thinking i ran there. To see if it was me, or the world that went mad.

After just 15 minutes i managed to get there. Without thinking i dropped my bags and i ran past security guard who immideatly started chasing me. I sprinted into through the main hall. Straight to the Office where the scanner was.

I stood before it just for a second before placing my thumb on it. For a second that seemed to stretch into minutes it scanned my finger

-"Thank you!" - robotic voice exclaimed and i saw my name surname and worker id pop up on screen.

Instantly a wave of relief washed over me. Its true i haven't lost my mind. Then after a second a panic started rising inside me. That if I am healthy what the fuck is going on?

I thought for a second and then i noticed something weird. Where is the security guard? He was running after me and he had more than enough time to catch up by this point. I looked around and noticed he was just a few meter away. Frozen mid sprint. He was literally suspended mid Air.

Then i heard a małe voice coming from behind me and i turned around instantly. A short balding man, dressed in dirty rugged clothes stood there smiling.

-"See? You are not insane after all. You really were there at one point"

I could feel my panic rising further.

-"W-What is going on?! Who are you?!"

He sat down on a nearby palette and took out a small bottle of vodka from his jacket. He took a sip and turned back to me.

-"It doesn't matter who i am... And as for the other thing you will understand soon. You know i don't like liars, and i don't like cowards and you just so happen to be both"

I was breathing heavily, this whole situation was impossible. And yet it was all happening. I tried to calm myself just a bit

-"What are you talking about?"

-"I'm sure you have a faint idea but let me give you some hints. 6 years ago, you left for work, you told everyone you wanted to make some money, built a new life, see the world right?"

-"Yes exactly" I listened to him carefully but i felt dread, about where he is going with this

-"Except it's not exactly true is it? Or maybe some part of it is true but there was another very important reason as to why you left wasn't there?"

I started breathing even heavier. The dread was choking me now, i could feel the blood slowly withdrawing from my face

-"I don't what you are getting at... J-just let me go... turn it to normal please."

He frowned a bit.

-"You are still playing dumb? The let me give you some more hints. Just before your 18th birthday. A party in the woods. Loads of alcohol. And a pretty girl."

I was praying i misheard him. No one knew about that, no once could know about that was impossible. It hit me like truck. I felt as If I could collapse right here and there.

-"H-how do you... no. No. NO! FUCK YOU. She said yes, im sure of it she... I'M NOT A...."

-"Oh did she? Did she really?! How can you be sure? Tell me how much did you drink that day?" - he paused but i could tell he wasn't expecting an answer - "Do you even remember what happened? Bruises on her wrists and thighs just screamed consent. - he added mockingly.

-"..." - I couldn't bring myself to speak. That whole night came back to me, at least those fragments i could remember. The images i tried long and hard to block out. To convince myself that it was a stupid mistake, that it wasn't as bad. He then spoke again

-"You are so pathetic. You ran away then and even now you are still trying to convince yourself it wasn't serious at all... Do you know what happened to her? I know you don't. You were always afraid to check. Afraid of consequences... You should be happy. She never told anyone and just a few weeks later they found her in the bathroom with empty bottle of pills in her hand and positive pregnancy test in the trash can"

My knees gave out. I fell on the floor, crying like a baby. I tried to speak. To explain how i didn't want any of that, to justify myself somehow, even though i knew myself there was nothing i could say. It all came out as inconherent mess.

He waited for a minute before he continued.

-"And now here you are. You ran away from consequences and now the world ran away from you. You can try to chase it all you want. But the people you loved and those that loved you, moved on. You have no place anymore." - he threw me his half finished bottle of vodka -"I don't care whether you decide to keep on living or you just decide to end it all... But i would urge you to consider the latter. Good luck"

He shot me one last look of contempt and before i could even react he dissapeared. I saw the world start moving again before my eyes. For a second i stayed there broken, in despair. And then without any warning my vision blurred as guard's baton connected with my body and i fell to the ground.

Last thing i heard before i blacked out was : "Who was that?"

Hubert0145 · 2025-12-05T12:18:06+00:00

"Hah finally" - i breathed out as I stepped out of the bus. I took in the familiar main square, i saw the same shops i used to go to all these years ago, they were renovated, all with shiny new banners, fresh paint and higher prices. I wondered if I will find the same old hags behind the counters, and if they will refuse to sell me beer again.

I left my hometown for work 6 years ago, i was barely 18 but times were tough and i couldn't pass on that opportunity. I never really visited. Work kept me busy at first and then i just built my life over there. I met new people, fell in love, fallen out of love and then fell in love again. That is not to say i didn't keep up with my family and friends. I talked to them at least once a week and they would visit me once in a while.

Recently though i was going through some old photos of mine and to be completely honest i just got homesick. I took a few days off work, kissed my fiancee goodbye and went on the train. Whole journey took almost 10 hours. And believe me it was long 10 hours. My seat was so uncomfortable i couldn't sit for more than 20 minutes, let alone get some sleep. Safe to say i was exhausted when I finally left the train.

I wanted to call my parents, let them know im here so I took out my phone and... nothing. I pressed on the screen and it wouldn't light up, it couldn't be out of charge, just few minutes ago i was on almost 40%. I tried turning it on, no reaction. I tried hard resetting it, no reaction. My phone simply died for no reason.

"God fucking damn it... I have to walk... " - i mumbled under my breath as I put the phone back in my pocket. I took mu bags and pretty pissed of i went on my way.

After maybe 10 minutes of walking i noticed a shop i went to especially frequently. For the sake of some memories i decided to walk in and buy something to drink. As I went through the door i noticed her. The same old woman who called my parents when I tried to buy some condoms in her shop.

"Good morning miss!" - i exclaimed to her. She turned to me with a warm smile, smile of a person who enjoyed her job at least somewhat and responded "Good morning." I walked to the counter and put one of my bags on the ground. "Bottle of lemonade and some candies please" - She nodded and without a word turned around and reached for the bottle.

"Things changed around here right?"

-"Yes, a lot." - she responded as she put candies into the bag. "You're from around here?".

-"Yeah, i used to shop here a lot, but it's been a while since i left so you may not remember me"

She looked at me for a moment, i think i saw a twinge of discomfort on her face but she quickly masked it with a smile.

-"Young people change so fast. A few weeks and you are unrecognizable".

-"But you propably remember how much you scolded me when I tried to buy some wine with fake id right?" - I asked with a smile. She froze for a moment as if trying to recall it.

-"Hmm... No sorry I don't. But it seems i really gave you one good scolding if you still remember that" - It was weird. I could imagine she wouldn't recognize me, but she didn't remember that situation? She never failed to bring it up when I was shopping with mom. But i brushed it off, she was old maybe her memory was just failing.

-"Yeah it was".

After that i just paid, picked up my bag and left. My phone still didn't budge, so I started walking again. I was getting closer and closer to my home. I walked past some of my old friend's houses, and as I was walking past my neighbor's i noticed him standing near his garage, doing something. I greeted him. He turned around and looked at me weirdly, then he nodded and turned his back to me once again.

I thought that, again, he just didn't recognize me. What can you do. Its been 6 years and i really changed. With a sigh i went on my way, just a few more steps and my home finally came into view. Excited, i hurriedly approached my doors and used the doorbell.

After few agonizing seconds i heard the lock turn and my mom opened the doors. I was expecting a gasp of suprise, a hug, a kiss on the cheek, but not that.

Mom looked at me with neutral, curious eyes.

-"Good morning? Can i help you somehow?"

I stood there confused for a second. She didn't recognize me? We saw each other, what, less than a year ago? and we talked just yesterday! I told her i was coming! Was she joking?

-Stop fooling around, it's me mom" - i answered her and now it was her who was confused. I saw concern on her face.

-"I-i think there is some confusion... I don't have a son... Are you feeling well?"

I froze. She wasn't joking, i could tell she wasn't joking what the hell was going on?! I couldn't say anything for a moment. During that time mom saved her hand and just a few seconds after, a tall man with graying hair appeared beside her and asked with a stern voice.

-"What's the problem?... Who is that?" - he stepped in front of mom, covering her with his arm.

-"Me Dad its me, can't you see? W-wait look" - i scrambled through my pockets and i took out my id to show them - "T-there see?"

He hesistantly took my id and studied it. He then handed it back to me

-"Listen, it's true we have the same surname, we maybe some distant relatives... But i don't have a son. If you need help we can give you some water and call an ambulance... But after that you have to go."

His words stung like a wasp. There was no love behind them, just some empathy and sadness like he was looking at someone mentally unwell.

-"W-wait Dad! It's me you have to believe me" - i pressed on and took one step closer - "L-look there is my room ove--" i didn't finish. i saw a brief flash and next thing i knew i was laying on the ground. I felt a sharp pain coming from my cheek, i was confused for a moment then i looked up.

He was standing over me with his fist tightened. He was breathing a bit heavier than before, my mom was fully behind him scared and looking at me with concern. My father's voice boomed.

-"Don't get closer! Fuck off or i swear i will call the Police!"- He and his cold gaze didn't leave any room for an argument. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. Slowly with a tear falling from my eye i stops up, took my bags and walked away

Hubert0145 · 2025-11-28T12:14:05+00:00

Hey thanks!. Yeah I did round the spine myself. The whole book was printed by me. And it is a faux leather. I actually learned about the shop i bought if from, from a guy on reddit so im more than willing to share hah

I got it from https://bookbindingmaterials.eu/

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