I really believe in the power of prayer. I think if we all come together and pray over one another it can make a huge difference in this fight against sin and just in general. Whether it is praying to stay strong to get to the point of marriage, or just staying strong in general. So often it is hard to pray for ourselves and we may lack the faith to receive anything from God because of the guilt and shame we feel from our sins. So when we pray with a group it makes it significantly easier to deal with our issues. Especially when God tells us when many are gathered in His name that He is here with us. “Again, truly I tell you that if two of you on earth agree about anything they ask for, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven. For where two or three gather together in My name, there am I with them. " (Matthew 18:19-20). So I feel like the more people praying the better, and that's really what I want to happen in this prayer group.
So if you want to join reach out to me, I'll send you an invite to the discord server. You will be expected to post one prayer request a day, and to respond to others prayer requests daily when you can with something simple like a prayer emoji or just an amen to let those that are sending prayer requests in that you are praying for them. This is make sure that we are actively praying for one another and keeping the community alive because it is so easy to not interact with the server at all. You will also be expected to make it to voice chat meeting that happen twice a week for like 15-30 mins so that we can see how each other are doing, bear each other up, and pray over one another which is the most important thing. But if there is a problem with scheduling (because it is very difficult to find a time that works for everyone) then that is understandable, and we can figure something else out.
This prayer group is not just associated with primarily dealing with the fight against the habitual sin of masturbation and the things that come along with it, but also anything someone wants to join a prayer group for. So if your not dealing with habitual sin of that manner, and just want to join a prayer group for other reasons that is totally fine. This prayer group is also reserved for just men.
Currently there are two active members, while two other members are semi-active just so that you know.
The expectations of the server are negotiable as well as the scheduling if you think something better would work or take any issue with the current expectations.
That's pretty much it. I really do think prayer can make a big difference in all our lives and the goings of the world. So let me know if you want to join.

I really believe in the power of prayer. I think if we all come together and pray over one another it can make a huge difference in this fight against sin and just in general. Whether it is praying to stay strong to get to the point of marriage, or just staying strong in general. So often it is hard to pray for ourselves and we may lack the faith to receive anything from God because of the guilt and shame we feel from our sins. So when we pray with a group it makes it significantly easier to deal with our issues. Especially when God tells us when many are gathered in His name that He is here with us. “Again, truly I tell you that if two of you on earth agree about anything they ask for, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven. For where two or three gather together in My name, there am I with them. " (Matthew 18:19-20). So I feel like the more people praying the better, and that's really what I want to happen in this prayer group.
So if you want to join reach out to me, you can join no sweat. You will be expected to post one prayer request a day, and to respond to others prayer requests daily when you can with something simple like a prayer emoji or just an amen to let those that are sending prayer requests in that you are praying for them. This is make sure that we are actively praying for one another and keeping the community alive because it is so easy to not interact with the server at all. You will also be expected to make it to voice chat meeting that happen twice a week for like 15-30 mins so that we can see how each other are doing, bear each other up, and pray over one another which is the most important thing. But if there is a problem with scheduling (because it is very difficult to find a time that works for everyone) then that is understandable, and we can figure something else out.
This prayer group is not just associated with primarily dealing with the fight against the habitual sin of masturbation and the things that come along with it, but also anything someone wants to join a prayer group for. So if your not dealing with habitual sin of that manner, and just want to join a prayer group for other reasons that is totally fine. This prayer group is also reserved for just men.
Currently there are two active members, while two other members are semi-active just so that you know.
The expectations of the server are negotiable as well as the scheduling if you think something better would work or take any issue with the current expectations.
That's pretty much it. I really do think prayer can make a big difference in all our lives and the goings of the world. So let me know if you want to join.

I really believe in the power of prayer. I think if we all come together and pray over one another it can make a huge difference in this fight against sin and just in general. Whether it is praying to stay strong to get to the point of marriage, or just staying strong in general. So often it is hard to pray for ourselves and we may lack the faith to receive anything from God because of the guilt and shame we feel from our sins. So when we pray with a group it makes it significantly easier to deal with our issues. Especially when God tells us when many are gathered in His name that He is here with us. “Again, truly I tell you that if two of you on earth agree about anything they ask for, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven. For where two or three gather together in My name, there am I with them. " (Matthew 18:19-20). So I feel like the more people praying the better, and that's really what I want to happen in this prayer group.
So if you want to join reach out to me, you can join no sweat. You will be expected to post one prayer request a day, and to respond to others prayer requests daily when you can with something simple like a prayer emoji or just an amen to let those that are sending prayer requests in that you are praying for them. This is make sure that we are actively praying for one another and keeping the community alive because it is so easy to not interact with the server at all. You will also be expected to make it to voice chat meeting that happen twice a week for like 15-30 mins so that we can see how each other are doing, bear each other up, and pray over one another which is the most important thing. But if there is a problem with scheduling (because it is very difficult to find a time that works for everyone) then that is understandable, and we can figure something else out.
This prayer group is not just associated with primarily dealing with the fight against fapping and the things that come along with it, but also anything someone wants to join a prayer group for. So if your not dealing with habitual sin of that manner, and just want to join a prayer group for other reasons that is totally fine. This prayer group is also reserved for just men.
Currently there are two active members, while two other members are semi-active just so that you know.
The expectations of the server are negotiable as well as the scheduling if you think something better would work or take any issue with the current expectations.
That's pretty much it. I really do think prayer can make a big difference in all our lives and the goings of the world. So let me know if you want to join.

The Restless God lies trapped, but not idle in its sealed off realm. It writhes and yearns for the day it may again take pleasure in the pain of mortals. To once again play in the blood and baske in the terror only finite creatures can produce.
Many worlds it's fed upon, but never satiated. But the world that fought back against its attacks long ago are the ones it wants all the more. It has become an obsession.
So it waits, and it feels, searching for weaknesses between the borders of our world and itself. Hungry and anxious it salivates at the thought of breaching into our world again. It will be its greatest decadence and pleasure, and our darkest days. Despite this, we must pray to Her Divine! We must beg for mercy and the return of Her light.
-Grand Mage Tellomon the IV on the prophecy of the Dark God's return (Second Age)
Pitch blackness. Pure darkness. A thick void of nothing completely swallowing me up, like a fish in the depths of an ocean.
I was crouched low in a ready position, using my right hand to balance by holding onto the wagon's wheel beside me. My legs burned from forcing myself to remain completely still. But pain had become a constant in my life now.
But I was grateful for the adrenaline burst that would always dampen the ever present burden of hunger and fatigue. At least it helped for a little. But the pain found its way back to me faster and faster each time.
It was hot and humid, almost like the swamps of the eastern bog a good 3 weeks journey from here. The cold wind stopped when the darkness befell our remote town. The breeze no longer ran its cold tendrils across the barren streets.
I grabbed the thin string tied around my neck and pulled out a heavy monocle hanging from it. I held the cold metal up to my eye, to look through the green tinted glass.
The magically infused monocle always remained cool to the touch, with a static shock feeling emanating from it.
I held it to my eye to see the world around me clearly, yet tented in bright shades of green. My eyes roamed across the quiet, motionless street.
Debris and bloated corpses littered the street. With no wind and the unnaturally heavy darkness, this somehow had a dampening effect on the stench coming from decaying bodies. They could only be smelled once you were almost on top of one of them or a meter away. But my dead kinsmen helped even in death, making good landmarks to navigate through the darkness.
There were monsters that accompanied the dark fog. Twisted figures that were the void itself. Maybe they were the cruel thoughts of the Restless God made manifest.
Humans long ago, in the First Age had named them rippers. We all hoped they were just a myth, not actual walking nightmares
The rippers swarmed the town in the blinding dark. They seemed to only kill for killing's sake. They never ate the people they killed, almost like it was just for fun instead of survival.
It made sense in some twisted way. The Restless God must have returned to our realm, and brought these hateful things with it.
Prophets had long told of The Restless One's return by it sending nightmares through the veil of reality, to infest in the minds of our leaders. Centuries of slowly chipping away at the barrier separating us, chipping away at our sanity.
The Restless One birthed itself into our reality like an already dead stillborn abomination. Like a newborn giant, deformed with extra limbs and already rotting from death.
But it was alive! As alive as this strange creature could be. Now it was free, and this did not bring the thing elation, just more anger and restlessness.
How do I know all these things? The nightmare visions sent to all mortals across the realm since the Restless One's returned. Actually there were nightmares for most of the town leading up to the event. I guess it was our omens for being so close to the epicenter of its invasion.
One omen would have been terrible enough, but something this perverse stacked on the misfortune.
Dark signs of its arrival showed themselves all over the Kingdom of Maldune. The signs stretched further across to the neighboring kingdoms. The wretched god's birth pains were so terrible, I wager they were felt thousands of leagues away on The Wild Continent.
But the other Kingdoms didn't have the vast magical communication network like us Modunians, so reports of bad omens tampered off dramatically outside of our borders.
The misfortune of my town was like I said, we were the closest to the epicenter of the entities push into our reality, closest to the cradle of the spoiled god.
An entire mountain range protected us from the shock wave of magical energy, but all livestock siezed up and died. All birds fell from out of the air. All rodents died in their holes. And our very young died in their cribs.
It was a terrible event to have the town's children instantly killed, but now I see it as a mercy for the little ones. The innocent children got to go to Our Divine in their sleep peacefully, or at least quickly. They didn't have to die in the suffocating dark, or by the diseased claws of the rippers.
The town's guard fell quickly. A group of 16 men on loan from The Capitol, to keep peace and protect the trade routes. Our peacekeepers were more used to using words to settle disputes among merchants, or occasionally throw a drunk into a cell overnight.
They were ill equipped to handle the inky blackness that engulfed the town, rolling down from the mountain like a fluid landslide. The confusion of the townspeople quickly turned to pandemonium as the screams began.
That's when we realized we were not alone in the dark. Things moved quickly in the blackness. The Rippers began to slaughter everyone in the pitch blackness.
The first few days are a blur to me even now. But that's how I remember the beginning of the horror, the beginning of the end. I remember the dark engulfing the town, the adrenaline of fear. My last sight was of silent death spilling down from the mountains like a boiling pot overflowing with a viscous poison.
When the black fog first swept over me, my first few breaths of the miasma burned my eyes and lungs. The taste of metal on my tongue. The smell of sulfur and something sweet. Something sweet and rancid. Decay and corruption.
But now I had to shake the fog out of my head and return to the terrible present. I had to embrace the hopeless situation without falling to despair.
My magical sight gazing through the monocle finally spotted the rest of my group. Jillsophie, Tagert, and Fellip. Tag and Fel carrying the heavy burlap sacks of animal feed, while Jill led the three of them through the darkness with her own magical monocle.
We spotted each other from across the corpse littered roadway. The General Goods store had caught on fire early in the supernatural invasion. Somehow the strange darkness had put out the fire, snuffing it out like a heavy blanket thrown over a weak flame. That's why we were back, looting the store, trying to keep from starving to death before the rippers could kill us first.
Jill gave me a series of quick hand signals I had recently taught her. They had scavenged three bags of feed. Fil was carrying two big bags and Tagert one of them, but they were heavy and we were all weak. Jill wasn't carrying anything. She was too busy leading the two of them by pulling on the corded string she had tied around both their waists.
Before I waved the three of them to hurry over, I turned to Caville, my partner in crime on this side of the road beside me. He blinked wide eyed in the darkness, one gloved hand twisting the ends of his graying mustache while the other held a death grip on the pommel of his sheathed short sword.
I had to remember I could see him clearly through my monocle, but he only saw and felt the oppressive darkness. He was just waiting for a claw or fang to strike him from the darkness.
Because of this I lightly placed my hand on his shoulder. The light touch didn't stop Caville from almost jumping out of his boots. He quickly calmed when he realized it was me. The old warrior steadied himself once more.
I place my hand on the flat of his chest so he could feel my finger placement through his light shirt. I signed the question to him through a series of light thumps separating the words.
"Another bag. 40 LBS. Can carry?" I finished my signing by holding the hand placement designating a question mark firmly against his chest. I saw his eyes widen and he grimaced in doubt. His old frame shook a little as he prepared his answer.
Of course he answered back that he could carry the load, but I knew the real answer. It's amazing how much we communicate through non-verbal cues, and how much more when we think we are concealed in darkness.
He was barely standing on two feet. Starving and aching. He was pushing his late 50's, and his joints and muscles carried the pain of being a veteran soldier for over 30 years. He would collapse under the weight of his light armor and newly added bag of feed. No way he could keep quiet or climb back up into the attic we were all hiding at.
But Caville's years of being a proud soldier almost assured me that he would take on the task regardless of his disposition. So I signed back to Jil, "Drop 3rd bag. Later."
I lied and informed Caville that I was incorrect in my assessment. There wasn't an extra bag of feed, and we would be returning to the relative safety of the windmill.
Jil quietly led Fil, with Tagert close behind, across the road. Her own magic monocle making it possible to maneuver around the maze of debris and bodies. They all moved slow enough for Jil to communicate with sharp tugs on the string fastened around both of them. Stealth was key.
When I first saw it I didn't know how to react. I knew what the rippers looked like through my monocle, and I knew the placement of all the dead town-folk. But as I watched my three companions snake around the bloated body of Mr. Dredge, the blacksmith, I saw the faintest quiver of motion within the corpse.
Normally, that would mean some sort of vermin or carrion feeder had nestled within the body. But in this nightmare world we lived in, the Rippers killed everything that wasn't already slaughtered when The Restless One re-emerged into our reality, sending out It's shockwave of death.
To my horror I realized something else. Upon closer inspection of Mr.Dredge's body. I noticed it had somehow moved a couple feet to the left since last time I had seen him. I could even see the wet smear marks in the dirt from where it dragged itself over.
My magical monocle could also detect other magic. It wasn't very good at it but still could. My vision was bathed in illuminating green, but magic showed up white.
That's what I saw rising out of Mr.Dredge's body. Four bright spider-like legs protruded out of the back of the corpse, and hooked into the ground, lifting the stiff dead body into the air slowly, quietly.
Jil in the others were completely unaware of the horror looming up behind them. The jaw of Mr. Dredge fell off with a soggy "plop" into the dirt. What looked like a large inverted scorpion's tail writhed out the body's mouth. The scorpion tale hung down around the body's bloated chest. The tail curling up to point a large stinger at the group.
I could see that Jil had heard the "plop" of the jaw falling off the corpse behind her. She raised her eyebrows, sniffed the air, and froze in an alert state, her two companions bumping into her.
I had temporarily frozen too. I had never seen a monster like this before. Its spider legs lifting the body up to let its human feet brush its toes lightly on the ground. The whole body was ridged from rigor mortis. The body's hands curled to its chest, making fists, stiff legs swaying like the awkward pendulum of a clock. Still bodily juices and blood oozed profusely from hismouth and ripped open guts.
A surreal thought came into my mind. Maybe it was my mind trying to make sense out of nonsense. Mr.Dredges stiff body reminding me of toy soldier from my childhood. They were always stiff jointed when brand new, not dead.
I finally snapped out of my daze when glowing white spikey tendrils pushed the body's guts out with another wet impact noise. The many spiked appendages snaked out slowly towards the back of the unaware Tagert.
"Jil!" my voice boomed out, breaking the silence like a cannon burst. Everyone jumped in surprise. "Run! Run!"
With my off hand I quickly dug into my pocket and produced a phlare, the phosphorus filled stick. I quickly pulled the cap off with my teeth, igniting the flame dangerously close to my face. I didn't care, and barely felt the heat.
Holding out the phlare to signal to Jil and the others, producing a blinding light in the dark. But the blackness was unnatural and dampened the burning flame into a muted orange glow. Regardless, the phlare was still bright enough to signal the unsuspecting trio crossing the street.
Through the monocle I saw all three of them lock eyes on the light and begin to hurry towards me. It was against human instinct to run unaware in darkness. This made them not fast enough, because the Dredge-thing shot out a torso tendril to stab Tagert in the upper back.
Tagert let out a cry of pain, but kept coming. The cry of pain causing all three to break out into a full run. The need to live finally overriding the need to see.
I dropped the phlare as Jill led the other two up to me. They almost ran her poor soul over as she braced to stop them. The Dredge monster seemed to be slow. Her Divine was still blessing us!
I grabbed Caville's shoulder and Jil grabbed the tail of my shirt. We all took off together, back to the windmill.
We tried to go as fast as we could the couple blocks back to our hideout, but It was hard going. Caville lagged beside me, with Tag and Fel huffing as they carried the 40 pound feed bags.
I looked back at Dredge to see it had fallen on its stomach and was skittering after us like a centipede. It was considerably faster now!
I lowered the monocle to put both hands on Caville's shoulders and push him in front of me. Even if I pushed him we still wouldn't be fast enough.
My mind raced, like it had so many times since the birth of the Restless One. My mind swirled with anxious thoughts of decisions and counter-decisions. My sleep deprived and starving brain hallucinated the faces of my people alongside the terrible silver teeth of the Rippers lunging towards me out the colorless backdrop.
But like always, I made a desperate choice. "Drop the feed bags! Its gaining on us!
I expected to hear the "Thump! Thump!" Of the bags hitting the dirt, but I got what I least expected instead.
"No Jack! Don't drop the feed! I'll buy you time!" Caville said as he shrugged free of my grasp on his shoulders and started in the opposite direction towards Dredge.
"I'm so t-tired of running away! A-and I miss my daughter and grandkids!" the old warrior declared, his voice cracking at the end of his statement.
He held out an outstretched hand and fingers. When the tips of them made contact with Jil's dirty clothes, he easily side-stepped around Jil and the other two with grace as they hurried past him in the dark. These were skills long honed from blindfold training to heighten a soldier's situational awareness level.
Jil was the only other to see what was happening. She reached out for him as the other two pushed her forward. She stifled a cry and pushed ahead.
I was glad Jil wouldn't see this, but I felt I had to watch. I had to witness his sacrifice in the depths of this hell.
I saw Dredge's corpse crawl its way up to Caville, one of its longer talons hooking into Caville's upper knee. Caville screamed and sliced horizontally instantly. The sword cut through the air harmlessly over the monster.
Caville took this information and countered quickly as more sharp tendrils stabbed into his lower body. He rose the blade high over his head and let out a final death blow, plunging the sword downwards to impale the monster, staking it to the ground.
The monster pulled the old soldier down and tore into him. Caville's screams echoed out as I turned to run. Worse is when his screams finally choked out and fell silent.
The group of us made it un-accosted for the rest of our journey. We hurried in silence just like we were in mourning. We made it to the edge of town where the river and the watermill stood.
We climbed up the stacked boxes on the side of the building to slide open a wooden panel into the attic.
The inside of the attic had the low glow of multiple lanterns and the stuffy smell of multiple unwashed people living in tight quarters together for a long time.
We piled in quickly to close up the entrance behind us. There were 8 of us now. Me, Jil, Fil, Tag, Mama Denise, her two kids, and Harper sleeping in the corner.
All eyes met mine as they counted the three of us. No one had to ask what happened to Caville. They all knew. I think even the kids knew.
By the best we could reckon, it had been a month since death swept over our town. The rippers patrolled the streets and buildings constantly, searching for survivors to kill in the beginning. They also destroyed any cache of food or weapons they came across.
There was a deeper intelligence behind the rippers. They were vicious and animalistic when encountered, but they would carry out complicated tasks relentlessly, like soldiers receiving orders. It had to be the malicious influence of the Restless One speaking to all of them, like they were the claws at the end of his corrupting grasp.
It was Jil that had the idea for the feed bags at the General Store. Yes, they were for cows and horses, but they had been magically enhanced and would give the human body what it needed also.
It would give us enough strength to try and escape this Divine forsaken town, and hopefully leave the darkness to flee to the safety of the Capitol.
I knew the thought of making it all the way to the Capitol was ridiculous. The longer we headed east, the more likely we ran into the army of rippers that left the town at least two days ago.
It had been hundreds of them! Me and Jil were out scouting the General Store for the feed bags we had just now retrieved.
The going was slow, because the enemy was everywhere. But we knew how to maneuver from rooftop to closely packed rooftop. And the grew closer togeher the closer we got to the center of the town.
From where we started, the watermill in the outskirts of town, it seemed like the town was suspiciously empty of the monsters. But we soon realized that was the opposite. We didn't see any Rippers on the outskirts because they were all gathering together in the town square
The bright figures of humanoid shaped demons clustered together in a giant group. The magical vision of the monocle causing them to glow from whatever evil sorcery created them. So many of them huddling together created a glowing sea, flooding the courtyard.
Rippers were rumored to have always existed. Even before The Restless One returned. But they were rare and only inhabited places of great tragedy and a history of dark magic. Now there was an army of them, amassing to March East towards The Capitol.
Some said The Rippers were phantoms created by The Restless One. They were his only way to reach through dimensions and torment the living.
More scholarly Old-timers theorized the Rippers came from the vengeful spirits of the long extinct elves, hunted to extinction by Man a millennium ago.
Ancient texts mention the long extinct Legacy Elves had a bad habit of dabbling in dark magic, causing The Restless One to specifically target them, repeatedly using the elves innate affinity with magic to breach into our reality to cause havoc.
Many believe Man's genocide against the elves was not entirely warranted, it had help seal The Restless One away. But not all elves worshipped the Restless One. Many of them worshiped Her Divine like we humans do. But relations between elves and humans had always been strained, and this was the excuse humans needed to eliminate their rival for dominance over the lands, once and for all.
"Why must we be punished?" I remembered Tehama asking when all this first happened, back whe. She was alive.
"It's not our fault! It's the fault of our long dead ancestors! The kingdom that commited the atrocity doesn't even exist anymore!" Tehama said in a fit of nervous mania.
We had to hush her for getting too loud. But the truth is, we had no answer. There was no clear reason why we were all being subjected to such anguish.
Like I said, Tehama didn't make it anyways. On a supply run she had grabbed a doll from her old home to bring to Mama Denise and her two girls, but had dropped it in the street when Jil spotted a group of Rippers scaling the rooftops a block away.
We all scrambled to hide, hoping the Ripper patrol moved along. But they spotted the dolly laying in the dirt. And some sort of supernatural intelligence recognized this wasn't here on their last patrol. They knew humans were moving around.
The five of the Rippers in the patrol circled the doll, all letting out a high pitched squeals, like an alarm calling to others.
Me and Jil hid in a nasty bale of hay next to a gutted horse laying beside it, hopefully masking our scent. Our terror rose as we watched more and more Rippers coming out of the shadows. They slid down buildings, out of doorways, from under debris, and they all were all screaming, almost deafening to us.
There were three magical monocle's during this time. All of us had one. And we could all see the count of Rippers going into the hundreds!
They would find us! By flooding every corner of the street, they would come across us eventually!
That's when Tehama made her decision. I didn't see exactly where she hid, but she wasn't hiding anymore. She broke cover and ran directly into the streets, into the crowd of monsters. She tossed her monocle behind her towards our direction, maybe for us to recover later.
Of course they glowed brightly through the monocle, but to the naked eye they were an inky black. A black blacker than their surroundings, making it almost impossible to see them.
When the Rippers got close to their chosen victim, they allowed their prey to see their shiny silver teeth.
The sharp protruding teeth stand out bright and glistening, almost like silver, against the backdrop of darkness. as they moved in to kill the hapless human.
This is all Tehama saw as she dropped to his knees and searched blindly for the dropped dolly. She screamed and cried as the teeth sank into her tearing off little bits of her flesh.
The Rippers began to whoop and laugh like hyenas as they snatched piece by peice of her away. From the little I knew, the Rippers didn't need to eat. They just bit her for the joyful cruelness of it.
Blood soaked, mostly skinless hands of poor Tehama found the dolly that had started all of this horror. She hugged it close to her skinless chest and let out a gurgling scream before tipping over, most likely dead from shock.
That very second! That truly horrid moment! I decided I wasn't going to die in this town. I wasn't going to "wait it out" like all the old-timers advised. They are all dead now anyways! They didn't wait it out.
The King's armies hadn't made it in time. No fireballs from battlemages to shatter the darkness, no royal purple knights lead by The Heroic Prince Julian, no salvation from Her Divine!
If we waited we would all die in the dark. No doubt the King was coming with his armies, but how many days, or years will it take to Him to reach our settlement?
No, I would not die here. I had promised myself this years ago! I would survive like I had also promised! I would save Jil the way she saved me!
Then the army of rippers moved out East towards the Capitol. But there were still wicked things left behind to kill us. But this was our best chance!
As I sat in the darkness of the attic my mind was free to visualize in wonderful colorful detail my last memories before the Restless One tainted our town with its sightless void.
I remembered walking through the town, going towards the training academy. I was going to climb the mountain behind it. I was going to climb it again and again until I graduated and became one of the Royal Warden's Squires. The academy started soon and I never made it to the top without resting and without dropping my pack.
This is why I was one of the first to see our oncoming doom. The inky blackness spilled out from around the mountain to flood towards the town.
I knew I had to run and give warning to the town's guard. I wasn't a Warden's Squire yet, but I still had a duty to protect the people.
Tears heated up my cheeks as I sat in the dark, greatfull Jil and the others couldn't see me crying, as I remembered the death that followed.
But one of my last memories gave me the tiniest blink of hope. I remembered the peak of the mountain stabbing through the blackness. The mountain was tall enough to escape the flood of hell filling the valleys and town around it.
There was a ceremonial watchtower at the top of the mountain, filled with supplies. It's where the academy cadets earned their badges and completed their training. The mountain was the last test to becoming a Warden's Squire. A grueling uphill climb with a nickname given to the mountain by past cadets that like to boast over their hard earned accomplishments.
The mountain was affectionately called Mt. Despair, and it would be our salvation.
Part 2 https://www.reddit.com/Ceslystories/comments/11q7xcw/despairs_peak_part_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button
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I really believe in the power of prayer. I think if we all come together and pray over one another it can make a huge difference in this fight against sin and just in general. Whether it is praying to stay strong to get to the point of marriage, or just staying strong in general. So often it is hard to pray for ourselves and we may lack the faith to receive anything from God because of the guilt and shame we feel from our sins. So when we pray with a group it makes it significantly easier to deal with our issues. Especially when God tells us when many are gathered in His name that He is here with us. “Again, truly I tell you that if two of you on earth agree about anything they ask for, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven. For where two or three gather together in My name, there am I with them. " (Matthew 18:19-20). So I feel like the more people praying the better, and that's really what I want to happen in this prayer group.
So if you want to join reach out to me, I'll send you an invite to the discord server. You will be expected to post one prayer request a day, and to respond to others prayer requests daily when you can with something simple like a prayer emoji or just an amen to let those that are sending prayer requests in that you are praying for them. This is make sure that we are actively praying for one another and keeping the community alive because it is so easy to not interact with the server at all. You will also be expected to make it to voice chat meeting that happen twice a week for like 15-30 mins so that we can see how each other are doing, bear each other up, and pray over one another which is the most important thing. But if there is a problem with scheduling (because it is very difficult to find a time that works for everyone) then that is understandable, and we can figure something else out.
This prayer group is not just associated with primarily dealing with the fight against the habitual sin of masturbation and the things that come along with it, but also anything someone wants to join a prayer group for. So if your not dealing with habitual sin of that manner, and just want to join a prayer group for other reasons that is totally fine. This prayer group is also reserved for just men.
Currently there are two active members, while two other members are semi-active just so that you know.
The expectations of the server are negotiable as well as the scheduling if you think something better would work or take any issue with the current expectations.
That's pretty much it. I really do think prayer can make a big difference in all our lives and the goings of the world. So let me know if you want to join.

I met him. He basically almost full on knocked me out sparring. Yet I dont get why people hate him. He's kind of a wise guy troll personality. I guess it's the same reason people hate people from Philly. We all are pretty edgy well into adulthood here would make jokes like "ah bro I'd love to kill a motherfucker today" and as a city culturally we give no fucks who our words or mouths offend we just say the first thing to come to mind no matter what. Even belal Muhammad said "I hate Philly hate people from there they say dumb shit". It's always sunny isn't that far off from the humor of our city. A lot of people I found around the country hate this. Not even from a PC standpoint more so a I'm a professional boring type who doesn't like crossing lines. We cross the line without thinking of it constantly here. The eagles super bowl victor years agos saying was "nobody likes us we don't care" and the city easily rallied on it. I think this type of attitude and humor is just a trait of people with traumatic lives and that's kinda big in this city growing up or just how your home life is talk shit get hit normal for a lot of people here. Now to the point.
Reality is Sean is one of the few people in ufc who's calling out groomers, and one of the few in the ufc who doesn't suck Andrew Tates dick as seen here - https://youtube.com/shorts/EAk4pgypf2c?feature=share
Yet this video gets no views compared to the ones of UFC fighters licking Tates nuts. People basically hate Sean for being eccentric tldr and imo eccentric people are the realest people in the world.

This is me. I forgot my old password so I had to change my username.
This draft isn't really like any of the previous few drafts. Although it might be similar to '84 that had TWO MEGA STARS in it as well as at least 2 more high level HOFers.
This is kinda something where I try to find guys I would like to at least bring in for a work out.
Ironically, whoever drafts Wemby this year (the odds on favorite to be the top pick), MIGHT be in the running to select Bronny James NEXT SEASON (who I still have as my top pick for '24 although I think he is closer to a Tier 2 or Tier 2.5ish level prospect -- with most of the other top guys somewhere in that range, too).
Here it goes -- just a top 14:
And, if I leave anyone out... oops.
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FINAL FOUR
Amen Thompson (Tier 0.50): A 6'7 Ja Morant? More defense? Yeah, sign me up! And, as I have pointed out, and as someone who pointed out recently (on REAL GM) AT THE VERY LEAST he practices against his twin brother. Assuming, of course, that they actually hold workouts in OTE.
Victor Wembanyama (Tier 0.50): Best big man since Hakeem? If so... that guy would have gone 2 in a redraft.... I think he tightens up his shooting. If he doesn't actually shoot it better, then I think he will just cut down on the misses at some point. Ironically, he probably reminds me MORE of 2 non-Hakeem centers from the '84 draft: Sam Bowie and Sam Perkins. Although, VIDEO GAME 7'5 versions of the two Sams would be a shoo-in for the HOF.
Ausar Thompson (Tier 0.75): just does a lot of stuff at a high level. Comps would be something like Mikal Bridges (who I had 5th in '18), Sidney Moncrieff, Latrell Sprewell, Ron Harper... and that isn't even mentioning God-tier level athletic guards/wings that Ausar could be comped to (on the super duper high end).
Jordan Hawkins (Tier 1.00): The Jordan (Hawkins) Flu Game STILL saw Hawkins hit enough shots to keep the Miami defense honest AND keep the game slightly out of striking distance from THE University of LaranagaVegas. John Starks vibes, BUT this guy doesn't really seem to go on many cold streaks. Just a shooter who has a ton of gravity and strikes fear in the opposing team. Mark Price/Chris Jackson/Reggie MilleSteph Curry vibes.
NEXT FOUR:
Gradey D (Tier 2.00): more of a stand still shooter than Hawkins but Gradey can score off movement too. Chris Mullin vibes. Solid size (even for a 3) and although he is skinny looks like he can fill out a bit. Good off-ball stuff.
Cam Whitmore (Tier 2.50): Someone else said that maybe he should lose a bit of weight and try to play the 2. I agree. I think he could end up being the guy we want Zion Williamson to be. Even a guy several levels below that kind of guy is worth a top 10 pick. I wanna say he reminds me of Mark Aguirre but I was born the same year that Aguirre was drafted.... And by the time I remember him he was FAT (as a member of the Detroit Pistons) before he got REALLY FAT (on the LA Clippers). Maybe Cam Whitmore is the Benjamin Button version of Mark Aguirre. Or, Alternate 1985 Adrian Dantley. Whichever.
Brandon Miller (Tier 2.75): For a shooting forward he didn't make many of them in the Tournament. Which was good news for his attorney but probably bad news for his agent. Reminds me of Willie Burton. That guy had 53 for the Philadelphia 76ers (back when 53 points was still relevant). But, maybe he is just a guy who is OK but then gets STUPID HOT every now and then. This looks about right for NBA JAM MODE Shawne Williams.
Scoot Henderson (Tier 2.75): if he and Pooh Richardson swapped names would anyone notice??? Either way, the Dallas Cowboys maxed out BOTH.
Last Four In (aka the Eff it Tier aka the GM Downloading CareerServicesGPT Tier)
Andre Jackson Jr. (Tier 3.00): explosive, vertically gifted, good intangibles, high energy, decent touch on his passes. IF this guy can get ANY move set he can be the THIRD Thompson Twin (Thompson TRIPLETS?).
Bilal Coulibaly (Tier 3.00): He might be the guy we all think Andre Jackson, Jr. is -- and vice versa.
Ousmane N'Diaye (Tier 3.50): Everyone wants to know who the BEST non-Wemby big man is in this draft, and since they ALL STINK let's just go with the guy we know LEAST about. At some point, being the second best center-ish prospect is gonna be like being the second best place kicker in the NFL Draft... basically, it's gonna be a long weekend!
Keyonte George (Tier 3.50): Could end up being the best combo guard out of Baylor since Sedale Threatt. On the other hand, I think Sedale was picked in the 75th round... which if the 197wtf? year (1980ish) Threatt draft had the SAME FORMAT as the CURRENT NFL draft... Sedale Threatt would STILL be on the board.
Play-In Tier aka the TOO GOOD TO TANK FOR WEMBY/TWINS Tier aka Your Team Accidentally Drafted Walker Kessler
Jarace Walker (Tier 3.50): Same tier as Keyonte George but didn't go to (dang, why did I just NOW think of this meme -- and NOBODY ELSE has before) BAYLOR BAYLOR BAYLOR BAYLOR BAYLOR BAYLOR
Dereck Lively (Tier 3.75): I bet Earl Cureton was pretty pretty good in college. Although Lively is probably closer to one of the Jones' bros. Was Caldwell the good one or was Charles?
Oscar Tshiebwe (Tier 4.00): he can REBOUND.
Jaime Jaquez, Jr. (Tier 4.00): Planet Fitness Jesus looks like he should be a stunt double on a Magic Versus Bird/Showtime Netflix series.

This tournament sure was...something. In the 14 years that I have followed the NCAA Tournament I have never seen it get this crazy before. This was a complete 180 from last year's Tournament, where we only had Blue Bloods in the Final Four, and a blue blood champion. This year, it is not the case. We have CHAOS.
Now, let us take a look at the failures, and boy do I have a few words for some teams here...
Arizona Wildcats - For the third year in a row, we have a 15 over 2 upset in the opening round. And Arizona was offered up as this year's sacrifice. To be fair, this isn't as big of an upset compared to other 15-over-2 upsets. Believe it or not, I actually saw this coming. The moment Princeton was announced as the opponent, I knew Arizona was gonna go down early. The Tigers just outplayed them and held strong throughout the entire game. Just like in 1996, when they upset defending national champion UCLA in the first round, the Tigers' next upset would unsurprisingly come against a Pac-12 team. Man, 15-over-2 upsets are becoming a staple in March Madness now...future 2 seeds better watch out...
Virginia Cavaliers - This was yet another upset most saw coming, but my god...I'm still stunned by this. Virginia was even leading for most of the game, but then they just imploded near the end. That turnover...what the hell was that?
I swear, Virginia must have sold it's soul for a National Title back in 2019...
Iowa State Cyclones - I swear, the Cyclones are like destined to bow out early in the tournament. It's as if its required by law for them to fall early no matter how high expectations are for them. It wasn't even a contest, the Panthers just straight up slaughtered them. Iowa State is one of the next contestants for my next Legacy of Failure script. But only IF they meet certain conditions...
At least the Cyclones lost to an 11 seed, and 11 seeds at least have moderate success in the tournament.
At least they're not these sorry sacks:
Purdue's Boiler Explosion - What the fuck. What. The fuck. WHAT. THE. FUCK. WAS. THAT. Don't get me wrong, I knew you weren't going to make the Final Four this year. I knew you were going to choke. But as a #1 SEED IN THE FIRST ROUND?! When you were favored by TWENTY FOUR TO WIN?!! Do you realize what you have just done?! This is quite possibly the greatest failure in the history of college sports! This was your ALL-IN year, and you fall to a double digit seed for the third year in a row? Absolutely unacceptable. Matt Painter is on a SEARING hot seat now.
One word, Purdue: NUKE. Blow it up. You aren't winning with Painter. You aren't winning with this coaching staff. You aren't winning this core, and you aren't winning with these mentally fragile players who can't handle a shred of adversity.
Tick, tick, Painter and Lusk. It's time for a house cleaning in West Lafayette. Fucking Purdue... YOU BLEW IT!!!
Memphis Tigers - Penny Hardaway is getting Memphis on the right track. They won the AAC Tournament title over Houston, securing their second straight appearance in the Big Dance. But unfortunately, the Cinderella bug hit them, and it came in the form of Florida Atlantic, who won their first tournament game in school history. Memphis is still an interesting team nonetheless, and I'm eager to see how far Hardaway can take this team in the future.
Iowa Hawkeyes - Congratulations! Your team STILL can't make it past the first weekend of the tournament! This time you get rekt by Auburn. Fran McCaffrey continues to show that he cannot survive come March Madness despite his regular season successes. Iowa, if I were you I would find a new coach already. Fran is not the man.
Texas A&M Aggies - The Aggies had a solid regular season. They came close to winning the SEC Tournament title but got decimated by Alabama. Is this football or basketball I'm covering here? I'm confused. Anyway, it really seemed as if the Aggies had it in them to go on a reasonable run as they were a 7 seed, but then they went to Des Moines and got blown the fuck out by a team that hadn't won a tournament game in 22 years. The failure is always bigger in Texas...
USC Trojans - Despite losing the other Mobley brother to the draft last offseason, the Trojans still snuck their way into the Big Dance yet again. Unfortunately, Tom Izzo's Spartans killed any hopes they had of a deep run. The Trojans failed to conquer Sparta, and it's time for me to break out this scene from 300 again...
Providence Friars - After making the Sweet 16 last year, the Friars had another good team this season and were ranked for most of the latter half of the season. But unfortunately, Kentucky remembered last year's upset at the hands of Saint Peter's and decided to kill any hopes the Friars had of a deep run.
Baylor Bears - Once again, Baylor fails to make it past the second round. Despite maintaining most of the 2021 National Championship roster the Bears still cannot find it in themselves to get past the first weekend again. It wasn't even a contest, Creighton flat out controlled the tempo for the entire game. 2021 had better not have been a fluke for your guys...
Fairleigh Dickinson Knights - Congrats, FDU! You became the 2nd #16 seed to beat a #1! Your consolation prize is blowing a late lead to Florida Atlantic in round two. Eh, who cares. You still pulled off the upset. The fact that this only happened 5 years after UMBC's stunning upset over Virginia is the most shocking fact about this too. Now, no #1 seed is safe. We are entering a period in the tournament where even the lowest seeds are now potential contenders. It'll be interesting to see how 2024's tournament goes...
Saint Mary's Gaels - Ah, it's that other WCC team. Congrats on winning another tournament game! Your prize is to get absolutely slaughtered by UConn. Great...
Penn State Nittany Lions - Congrats, Penn State! You won your first tournament game in 22 years! Even though you took the Longhorns to the limit, a big run just wasn't in the cards for you this year. Can we grant another tournament win to Penn State and put them in the Sweet 16 instead of Texas? They deserve it a lot more than Purdue...
Pittsburgh Panthers - Congrats, Pitt! You returned to the NCAA Tournament for the first time in 7 years! You even won a tournament game too! Though all good things must come to an end, and you get upended by Xavier.
Indiana Hoosiers - What in the literal fuck was that supposed to be? Weren't you supposed to make a big run this year? This was the best team you've had in almost a decade and you just decided to crumble like that?! Sure, Miami was playing the game of their lives but it still shouldn't have been a 16-point blowout. Well, could be worse I guess. You could be Purdue...
Kentucky Wildcats - Let's start with the good news first: You were not upset in the first round this time. Instead you get eliminated by your old friends from K-State yet again. Which is good because we don't have to deal with more arrogance from the Kentucky fanbase this time. Nobody likes Kentucky anyway, so there was much rejoicing.
Duke Blue Devils - Even with Coach K no longer in the College Basketball world, the Blue Devils still manage to appear in the NCAA Tournament as a reasonably high seed. They managed to end Oral Roberts' foolish ambitions in the first round (I really wanted to make more sex jokes from that...), but then got absolutely BTFOd by Tennessee in the next round. The Evil Empire has been stopped yet again. But they'll be back here again. The Blue Devils never stay down for long...
Marquette Golden Eagles - HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO TEACH YOU THIS LESSON, OLD MAN?! Once again, Shaka Smart cannot make it past the first weekend of the tournament. Tom Izzo's Spartans put him in his place yet again. For fuck's sake, it's been a DECADE since Smart's coaching schemes got exposed by John Beilein in 2013. And he still has not gotten the message. Did I ever tell you what the definition of insanity is, Mr. Smart?
Auburn Tigers - Thanks for allowing us to laugh at Iowa again, Auburn. Now enjoy getting slaughtered by Houston in the next round.
Kansas Jayhawks - For the second year in a row, the defending national champion falls in the second round. Kansas appeared as if they would have this game in the bag, as they led by as much as 10 throughout the game. But then the team just imploded. The Razorbacks fought their way back and managed to eke out the win in the final seconds. Cherish that championship, Kansas. It may be the only one you win for a while.
TCU Horned Frogs - It seems like TCU sports are on the rise as of late. Their football team made the College Football Playoff, and their basketball team entered the tournament as a #6 seed! They even won another tournament game! But unfortunately they failed to make us laugh at Gonzaga again, as the Bulldogs narrowly escaped with the win.
Northwestern Wildcats - Welcome back to the tournament again, Northwestern! Even though this is only your second NCAA tournament appearance, you managed to win another tournament game! But a deep run just wasn't in the cards for you this time. Even after giving UCLA all they could handle, it just wasn't enough. I hope the Wildcats are able to make it back here again someday. Chris Collins seems to have something good going at Evanston. Let's see how things go the next few years.
Missouri Tigers - Congrats, Missouri! You won your first tournament game in 13 years! Your reward is to get absolutely blown the fuck out by another set of Tigers...who were seeded 15th. Come on now. Sure, Princeton was playing the game of their lives, but it still shouldn't have been a 15-point blowout. You're one of the contestants for a future Legacy of Failure script, Missouri. Give me something to truly laugh at and it'll be icing on the cake.
Maryland Terrapins - I'm gonna save the Big Bill Hell's rant this time. The Terps seemed to put a decent fight in the first half, but the Crimson Tide decided that was far enough, and put them out of their misery.
Princeton Tigers - Congrats, Princeton! You returned to the Sweet 16 for the first time in 56 years, and are only the fourth 15 seed to reach the Sweet 16! Third one in a row to do so, in fact! But all good things must come to an end, and there was another team looking to end their own demons. Creighton returned to the Elite Eight for the first time since the year Pearl Harbor happened.
Alabama Crimson Tide - The third #1 seed to fall this tournament. The Tide controlled the tempo most of the game, but the Aztecs eventually took the lead and never looked back. Once again, Alabama's dream to be a champion in both football and basketball like Michigan did in 1989 has not come to fruition. Maybe next year?
Tennessee Volunteers - Tennessee manages to return to the Sweet 16. And that's as far as they go. It's time for them to be upset by an inferior team again, and this time it's Florida Atlantic. The only time it appeared as if the Vols controlled the game was in the first half. But then FAU decided they wanted to go further. They took the lead in the second half, even leading by as much as 10 points, but they didn't relinquish it, making their first ever Elite Eight.
Michigan State Spartans - Congratulations! Your team finally made it past the second round! But the Sweet 16 is as far as you go. And they screwed up big time. This was yet another game where MSU's opponent was doing their best to hand the game to them, but they once again couldn't capitalize on their mistakes. K-State was literally handing them the game on a silver platter. They blew multiple leads and were even pushed into overtime. They even let you stay in the game until the final seconds! But then you just had to fuck up and let Markquis Nowell dance on your ashes, even letting him make NCAA history in the process.
Houston Cougars - What the hell was that, Houston? That has got to be arguably the worst performance by a 1 seed in the Sweet 16 in recent memory! This was the best team you've had since the days of Phi Slama Jama, and you go and do THAT?! Jesus Christ, you're pathetic. It wasn't even a contest, Miami barely even had to fucking try! Well, at least you're joining a real conference in the Big 12 next season. Hopefully the opponents from that conference can toughen you up and make you more formidable in next year's tournament.
Xavier Musketeers - Congrats, Xavier! You returned to the Sweet 16 for the first time in six years! Enjoy getting absolutely mauled by the Longhorns.
UCLA Bruins - Now this was a shock to see. This was the absolute inverse of 2006. The Bruins build up a big lead, only for Gonzaga to come back and build a big lead...only for the Bruins to storm right back and go up by 1. Maybe this is a repeat of 2006?
"Strawther for the lead...BULLSEYE!!!!"
And the Bulldogs have finally gotten their proper revenge for 2006, where they lost in the West region after blowing a big lead in the Sweet 16. Adam Morrison laughs, and the rest of the country breaths a sigh of relief as they don't have to see Los Angeles win another championship.
Arkansas Razorbacks - Great job, Arkansas! You managed to knock off the defending national champions! Your prize is to get absolutely steamrolled by UConn in the next round...by 23 points. Great...
Creighton Bluejays - Congrats, Creighton! You returned to the Elite Eight for the first time since WORLD WAR II!! And you're on the verge of becoming the first team from Nebraska to make the Final Four, beating out even the Cornhuskers! Imagine that! But it was not to be. The Bluejays built up a decent lead, and were on the verge of becoming the first #6 seed to make the Final Four since the Fab Five Michigan squad in 1992. But they couldn't hold it, as the Aztecs slowly crawled their way back. The Bluejays didn't really make any big mistakes, they didn't foul all that much, but at the end of the day it wasn't enough. They nearly sent the game into OT, but then...a last second foul call gave the Aztecs new life (Refball? You decide.). They would lose by a point. They were THAT close. But I honestly can't be mad at them. Still a successful season though. Hopefully next year you can get over the hump.
Kansas State Wildcats - I swear to god, K-State has to be the most unlucky team in NCAA Tournament history. This was their NINTH trip to the Elite Eight since their last Final Four berth in 1964 and they fell just short yet again. And like in 2010 and 2018, it was to a Cinderella team. First it was Butler. Then it was Sister Jean's henchmen from Loyola-Chicago. Now, it was FAU. Despite having a strong roster, the Wildcats once again could not end their long Final Four drought. Folks like to talk about Purdue being unlucky, but I think the real bridesmaid here is K-State. Just absolutely brutal. Which is why they're a candidate for my next Legacy of Failure script.
Texas Longhorns - This was very much a Days of our Steelers season for Longhorns basketball. Head coach Chris Beard was axed following an incident where he beat his wife (FUCKING IDIOT), and assistant Rodney Terry had to step in and clean up the mess. Thankfully, it was a good hire. Terry helped guide the Longhorns to their best season in ages, as they returned to the Elite Eight for the first time in 15 years. It appeared as if they were on the verge of returning to the Final Four for the first time in two decades! But then, the team straight up SHAT THE BED. Texas could not get anything going at all near the end of the game, as the Hurricanes came back from 13 points down to make their first Final Four. YOU BLEW IT!!!
Though lets be honest here, the refs were absolute dogshit. Calling blatant offensive fouls as fouls on the player guarding, are you fucking kidding me? Still, the Longhorns did screw up and blow that lead. Blame the refs all you want, but you want to know what would have helped? Not blowing a 13 point lead late in the second half. But at least Rodney Terry has shown that he can coach. Hopefully he can lead this Texas team to new heights in the future.
Gonzaga Bulldogs - pukes uncontrollably Fucking hell, are you kidding me? What the hell were you doing all game long? This was your ALL-IN year. You were the top scoring team in the country. You had the best player in the nation in Drew Timme! And you got absolutely beaten to a pulp by the team that beat you in your first Elite Eight appearance 24 years ago. Sure, UConn was playing the game of their lives, but it still shouldn't have been a near-30 point slaughter. You managed to unleash the Pandora's Box of Locusts known as UConn fans on the College Basketball world. Your Legacy of Failure continues. UConn is still getting the best of you after all these years, eh?
Florida Atlantic Owls - Oh my god, it's going to happen! The Owls are about to make history! They're up by 14! Sure the Aztecs cut that lead down to 1 in the final seconds, not to mention the refs are absolute shit, but the Owls are about to make history and become the first 9 seed to make the National Championship! Let's hear it for FAU!
"They don't have their scorers on the floor...it's Butler, with 2 seconds, he's gotta put it up and...-buzzer sounds- HE WINS IT!!! HE WINS IT WITH THE JUMPER!!! A San Diego State Miracle!"
OH MY MERCIFUL GOD!!! Well, this sucks. But it was still a successful season nonetheless. The third 9 seed to ever make the Final Four, and it happened in your second NCAA tournament appearance! Well, you'll be joining a better conference in the AAC next year. Hopefully you can make another big run like this again someday.
Miami Hurricanes - Congrats, Miami! You made your first Final Four in school history! And then the fun stops. UConn comes in to spoil the day. I would rip on Miami here, but nothing went right for them at all this game. Nothing. Missing 14 layups in the second half? Christ, that's brutal. Even though Jim Larrañaga tried his best to get Miami's stars on the right track, they were no match for the Huskies. Whenever Miami tried to strike back, UConn said 'Nope!' and put the Hurricanes on lockdown for the rest of the game. Nonetheless, this was a good run for Miami this year. You'll be back here eventually.
Whew, that was a crazy tournament. Now we're finally down to only two. And only one of these teams will be walking away with a championship.
Let's bring out contestant number one...
Connecticut Huskies
The Huskies have returned to the National Championship for the fifth time in school history, and for the first time in almost a decade. The last time they were here, the Final Four was held in the other major Texas metropolis of Dallas-Ft. Worth, and the Huskies became the first 7 seed in NCAA Tournament history to win a National Championship. Now, they are here for more.
The face of this revived UConn squad has been Jordan Hawkins, a sophomore from Maryland who has been this team's leading scorer in their past two matchups against Arkansas and Gonzaga, and it has been a long road for him. During the season opener he suffered his second concussion in his playing career and had to sit out the first two games, but he has thankfully made a full recovery and is playing better than ever. Joining him has been African sensation Adama Sanogo, a two-time first-team All-Big East award winner. He and Hawkins have been the bread and butter of this UConn squad, as both have been leading the team in scoring in a majority of games this season. Sanogo has also been this team's rebounding machine, as he has led the team in rebounds in all four of their tournament games so far. Rounding out UConn's Big 3 has been Andre Jackson Jr., who has been the Assists leader for this team in 18 games including the NCAA Tournament.
UConn has been the hottest team in this tournament thus far, as they've won each of their first four games by at least 10 points or more. Iona? 14-point win. #5 St. Mary's? 15 point win. #8 Arkansas, who just took down the defending national champs? 23 point win. #3 seed Gonzaga, who had three-time consensus All-American Drew Timme? Doesn't matter to them, they won by 28. #5 Miami? Even though the Hurricanes tried to put up a fight, they were beaten by 13. This Huskies team is absolutely unstoppable. The last two teams who won their first five tournament games by double digits both went on to win the national title - North Carolina in 2009, and Villanova in 2018. And it looks like history is about to repeat itself. UConn is hungry for it's fifth national title.
This #4 seed is playing like a #1 seed, and they are for sure the favorite to win it all. Just like every other time UConn has a solid team in the tournament, it's National Championship or bust.
Prepare for their wrath.
But not if their opponents have anything to say about it...
San Diego State Aztecs
The Aztecs have made it to the National Championship game. Exactly as everyone predicted at the start of the tournament. What this team reminds me of is the drug addict that has had numerous chances to get his shit together but constantly relapsed every time. And it's only through a reflection and a last second intervention that he starts to get clean.
For a while it felt as if San Diego State would never make it here. Former Michigan head coach Steve Fisher and his longtime assistant Brian Dutcher spent YEARS building this team into a contender. And the Aztecs have put up many elite teams over the years, but could only go as far as the Sweet 16 at best.
2011 seemed to be their year. They fell to UConn. In 2014, they were a 4 seed. They fell to Arizona. And after a series of first and second round eliminations, they finally got over the hump and made it to the promised land, though just BARELY.
This run has been far from easy for the Aztecs. They escaped by 7 points against Charleston in the first round. In the second they destroyed Furman, who just upset Virginia. Then came the Sweet 16, their opponent was the overall #1 seed in Alabama. It looked like another early exit for the Aztecs again. But then, a miracle happened. They rallied from 9 points down in the second half against Alabama to take the lead for good and make their first ever Elite Eight. And in their first Elite Eight, Creighton pushed them to the limit. However, they managed to overcome another deficit and escape by the skin of their teeth in the last second (Refball? You decide.). Same case in their first ever Final Four. They trailed by fourteen against Florida Atlantic, and it felt as if that was it. But then, the Aztecs pulled off another miracle to win by 1. That miracle's name? Lamont Butler. This team is the Energizer Bunny of the tournament. They will not die no matter how much stress you put on them.
SDSU's sudden appearance in the National Championship feels less like a "Glad you made it here!" and more of a "FINALLY!!". Considering all of the elite talent and top-tier coaching they've possessed over the years, it's still surprising that it took them this long to get here. But hey, better late than never.
Fuck you, Spanos!
The face of this San Diego State team has been Matt Bradley, a two-time First-team All-Mountain West selection. Alongside him is Ghanaian sensation Nathan Mensah, who is known for his immense wingspan of 7'4 ft, and has led this team in rebounds in two of their four wins this tournament. Other standouts on this Aztecs team include Jaedon LeDee, Micah Parrish, Darion Trammell, and Lamont Butler, who has led the team in Assists this tournament.
Brian Dutcher has built a winner this tournament, but we all know what his ultimate goal is - a National Championship. Though it wouldn't be his first. His first title came with the 1989 Michigan team led by Glen Rice and Rumeal Robinson, where he was an assistant under Coach Fisher. Now he's looking to win one as a head coach.
The Aztecs seek to become the first team from California to win a national title in basketball since 1995. That year, UCLA won their 11th National Title in school history by knocking off the "40 Minutes of Hell" Arkansas squad, a rather formidable opponent on par with this UConn team. And no team from California has done it since.
Will San Diego State be the team to break that drought, and become the fourth team from the Golden State to win a National Title? Will they become the first non-power five conference team to win a National Title since UNLV did it in 1990?
Will the Aztecs become the first team from San Diego to win a championship in either the pros or college, and break the San Diego sports curse?
And so, here it is. The Big East Empire of Doom, versus the Mountain West's only hope!
Time for battle.
EPIC NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP JINXING
Unfortunately, there will be no miracles this time. I think UConn has this one in the bag. They've been destroying their opponents with ease, like North Carolina and Villanova before them. No matter what you throw at them, they'll just push it aside like a cardboard box. Their 28-point win over a stacked Gonzaga team is proof of this. They always seem to have an answer for whatever their opponents throw at them, and therefore the choice is easy.
UConn will steamroll the Aztecs by at least 10 points and cruise to a 5th National Championship, tying with both Duke and Indiana for the fourth most championships.
Have a nice day.

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KNIVES

★ Butterfly Knife Freehand FN #1, B/O: $1867

★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water MW, B/O: $1098

★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel BS, B/O: $907

★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet FT, B/O: $789

★ Butterfly Knife Stained FT, B/O: $695

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★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth MW #1, B/O: $888

★ Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $727

★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 2) FN, B/O: $608

★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $521

★ Bayonet Rust Coat BS, B/O: $253

★ Bayonet Night FT, B/O: $251

★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Lore MW, B/O: $751

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★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $1343

★ Karambit Damascus Steel FT, B/O: $774

★ Karambit Rust Coat BS, B/O: $537

★ Karambit Boreal Forest FT, B/O: $488

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★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN, B/O: $1523

★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN, B/O: $1523

★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $1008

★ M9 Bayonet Blue Steel FT, B/O: $534

★ M9 Bayonet Rust Coat BS, B/O: $449

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★ Flip Knife Fade FN, B/O: $703

★ Flip Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 1) MW, B/O: $509

★ Flip Knife Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $406

★ Flip Knife Freehand FT, B/O: $228

★ StatTrak™ Flip Knife Bright Water FN, B/O: $332

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★ Falchion Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN, B/O: $292

★ Falchion Knife Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $264

★ Falchion Knife Marble Fade FN, B/O: $258

★ Falchion Knife Bright Water MW, B/O: $133

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★ Stiletto Knife Fade FN, B/O: $822

★ Stiletto Knife Slaughter FN, B/O: $569

★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $530

★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web FT, B/O: $396

★ StatTrak™ Stiletto Knife Scorched FT, B/O: $172

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★ Gut Knife Doppler (Sapphire) MW #1, B/O: $830

★ Gut Knife Fade FN, B/O: $204

★ Gut Knife Tiger Tooth FN, B/O: $138

★ Gut Knife Bright Water MW, B/O: $104

★ Gut Knife Freehand FT, B/O: $92

★ Gut Knife Urban Masked FT, B/O: $82

★ StatTrak™ Gut Knife Rust Coat BS, B/O: $93

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★ Shadow Daggers Fade FN, B/O: $258

★ Shadow Daggers Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $165

★ Shadow Daggers Blue Steel FT, B/O: $82

★ Shadow Daggers Bright Water FT, B/O: $82

★ Shadow Daggers Blue Steel WW, B/O: $80

★ Shadow Daggers Rust Coat BS, B/O: $74

★ StatTrak™ Shadow Daggers Marble Fade FN, B/O: $186

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★ Classic Knife Slaughter MW, B/O: $311

★ StatTrak™ Classic Knife Stained BS, B/O: $163

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★ Talon Knife Slaughter MW, B/O: $605

★ Talon Knife Scorched MW, B/O: $290

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★ Ursus Knife Marble Fade FN, B/O: $405

★ Ursus Knife Night Stripe MW, B/O: $162

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★ Paracord Knife Stained WW, B/O: $125

★ Paracord Knife Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $97

★ Paracord Knife Safari Mesh FT, B/O: $96

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★ Navaja Knife Safari Mesh FT, B/O: $71

★ Navaja Knife Scorched WW, B/O: $71

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★ Nomad Knife Fade FN, B/O: $1015

★ Skeleton Knife, B/O: $909

★ Bowie Knife Boreal Forest MW, B/O: $106

★ Survival Knife Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $97

GLOVES

★ Driver Gloves Crimson Weave FT, B/O: $335

★ Driver Gloves King Snake BS, B/O: $270

★ Driver Gloves Lunar Weave WW, B/O: $113

★ Driver Gloves Overtake WW, B/O: $88

★ Driver Gloves Overtake BS, B/O: $67

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★ Moto Gloves Transport MW, B/O: $171

★ Moto Gloves Polygon BS, B/O: $137

★ Moto Gloves Transport WW, B/O: $71

★ Moto Gloves 3rd Commando Company BS, B/O: $62

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★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono WW, B/O: $1027

★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike FT, B/O: $654

★ Specialist Gloves Mogul FT, B/O: $295

★ Specialist Gloves Lt. Commander FT, B/O: $277

★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web FT, B/O: $275

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★ Sport Gloves Slingshot FT, B/O: $796

★ Sport Gloves Amphibious BS #2, B/O: $699

★ Sport Gloves Omega FT, B/O: $656

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★ Broken Fang Gloves Unhinged BS, B/O: $60

WEAPONS

AK-47 Case Hardened BS, B/O: $130

AK-47 Bloodsport MW, B/O: $79

AK-47 Fuel Injector BS, B/O: $76

AK-47 Fuel Injector BS, B/O: $76

AK-47 Bloodsport FT, B/O: $70

AK-47 Neon Rider MW, B/O: $60

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AWP Fade FN, B/O: $864

AWP BOOM MW, B/O: $84

AWP Containment Breach FT, B/O: $69

AWP Containment Breach FT, B/O: $69

AWP Wildfire FT, B/O: $59

AWP Chromatic Aberration FN, B/O: $59

StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast FT, B/O: $65

StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast FT, B/O: $65

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Desert Eagle Blaze FN, B/O: $565

Desert Eagle Blaze FN, B/O: $565

Desert Eagle Printstream FN, B/O: $155

Desert Eagle Cobalt Disruption FN, B/O: $58

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M4A1-S Icarus Fell FN, B/O: $414

M4A1-S Printstream MW, B/O: $204

M4A1-S Printstream MW, B/O: $204

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M4A4 Poseidon FN, B/O: $1402

M4A4 The Emperor FN, B/O: $152

M4A4 Asiimov WW, B/O: $97

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USP-S Kill Confirmed MW, B/O: $65

USP-S Printstream FT, B/O: $69

StatTrak™ USP-S Kill Confirmed FT, B/O: $123

StatTrak™ USP-S Neo-Noir FN, B/O: $106

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AUG Flame Jörmungandr FN, B/O: $218

P2000 Ocean Foam FN, B/O: $139

Souvenir SSG 08 Death Strike MW, B/O: $81

CZ75-Auto Emerald Quartz MW, B/O: $61

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Despite "Manipulation" being a very strong legal word in the world of investing, institutional investors, traders and hedge funds make their living by manipulating the market. A big reason why SEC was created back in the days but SEC's existence hasn't really eliminated the manipulation.
Somehow, having been watching the Crypto market more closely in the recent past, it feels extremely well managed/ manipulated right now. The price action, narrative, order-books - they all seem very very measured if you look at the market trends day to day. It feels prices are maintained at certain levels and huge amount of trading activities are taking place in micro pump-and-dump manner - a well proven approach to rekt retail investors.
I am not sure why that would happen. Maybe the bears want to keep the prices low but bulls are not ready for prices to breakout beyond their buying territory. Maybe bulls don't have the confidence yet in the market. Maybe bears just want to play the upper hand. Maybe something else. It's very weird and unclear why this is happening.
Curious what this sub's observation has been and what you all think about it?

Throwaway account for obvious reasons, let me give u a bit of a context. I have a female friend, we are really good friends and I have supported her through her very tough times, but this time she has a problem to which even I feel helpless about. So she's had a relationship 2 years back, that guy was a total piece of shit. She had a video with him (in which her upper part was completely exposed), yesterday she found out that this dude showed this video to some of his friends and now she feels like a piece of shit, and wants to do something to destroy his (ex bf), and his friends lives. I want to do something to help her but what!? I can't bear to see her like this, what do I do? (I am in a different city than her, going to her is really not possible) PS: Just found out she messaged her ex and had a big fight with him, he called her parents and now her parents are totally against her. So yea, shit has hit the fan...

Hello addicted gamers i wanted to share a build i thought of based on pulverize and a storm synergy since giving the tag earth to a spell will also give the tag "nature" to it.
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First of all you can see the skill tree right there:
https://d4builds.link/xZjaHr
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First of all i will explain active skills then passive one:
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Active skills:
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Wind shear 1/5 : A storm range attack that can apply vulnerable to enemies and give our druid some move speed.
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Pulverize: Our damage dealer, we will upgrade it to earth using an aspect and another aspect will allow us to add a big conical aoe that deal +260% damage
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Earthen bullwark: Give us a barrier = to 45% max Hp, make us unstoppable and fortify for 18%. A nice defensive cd.
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Debilitating roar: reduce ennemy damage by 50% for 4 sec, fortifies our self for 22% life and heals for 4% max HP/ sec for 4 sec
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Hurricane: An aoe that deal 17 damage and slow ennemies and have a 15% chance to make enemies vulnerable for 3 seconds.
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Cataclysm: A big storm will follow us for 10 sec knocking back enemies and making them vulnerable
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Passive skills:
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Heart of the wild/ Wild impulses: +3 max spirit (:copium:) and our core skill will cost +15% spirit to deal 30% more damage: We have one spell used to clear the mobs and deal big damage, we need to max is damage output using this passive.
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Predatory instinct: +9% critical chance to close enemy. I'm not sure about this one since the big damage dealer from pulverize will came from the shockwave, probably not the best point i can put into my skill tree but i'm not hyped by other one.
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Elemental exposure/ Endless tempest: I just wanted +15% of duration on hurricane and cataclysm
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Crushing earth: earth skills deal +15% damage to slowed, stunned, immobilized or knock back target.
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Safe guard: Crit strike with an earth skill will fortify for 7% life
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Stone guard: While you have fortify over 50% HP, earth skill deal 12% increased damage.
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Defiance: +12% damage for nature skills to elite
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Circle of life: Each pulverize will heal for 3% of our max HP
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Natural Disaster: Earth skills deal +12% damage to vulnerable enemies
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Resonance: Nature skills deal 6% increased damage. Triple this bonus if an earth skill is the next skill cast after a storm skill or if an storm skill is the next skill cast after a earth skill.
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Quickshift: When i transform into a bear using pulverize it will deal +15% damage.
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Defensive posture: +15% to all fortify
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Earthen might: On lucky hit Restore all spirit and cause attacks to be critical for 5 secs
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For the boons spec:
Deer: Wariness +10% reduced damage from elites
Eagle: +10% Max HP
Snake: lucky hit: nature skills have 15% chance to reduce the cooldown of cataclysm by 2 sec
Wolf (our spec): Lucky hit: Dealing damage have 15% chance to restore 10 spirit/ +25% duration on cataclysm
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Then we have the aspect:
Helmet: Stormshifter: +2 werebear skills when hurricane is active
Chest: Ballistic aspect: +2 earth skills when fortified
Gloves: mighty Storm: storm skills trigger earthen might
Pants: Mending stone: +6 sec of earthen bulwark duration, killing an enemy will replenishes the barrier
Boots: Ghostwalker: Gaining move speed when unstoppable
2H Weapon +100%: Shockwave: Pulverize will make a shockwave dealing +260% damage
Amulet +50%: Natural Balance: Casting a storm skill will increase by 67% our earth crit damage for 4 sec, casting a earth one will increase our crit chance on storm skill by 18% for 4 sec
Ring: Ursine Horror: Transform our pulverize to a earth AND nature skill
Ring: Retaliation: +40% damage when fortified
Some paragon legendary have been datamined and we can get +85% chance to overpower with those under condition (that's why i don't use overpower in my build).
Do you have any idea about a change whitout loosing the storm side of the build? I will appreciate 60 days until realease. Good luck everyone.

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Dream from 2004 Transcribed (Inner Space Cavern?) [Written in Journal #66 entitled "Trans-Dimensional Shift" in Lubbock, TX, sometime around February of 2004.] The house looks like it’s in the wilderness. Weathered wood, outside; inside is fairly small. My wife, at the time, and I live there. There is a room in it that we rarely go in/ never go in. I go in and find a fish tank full of various frogs. I ask to show her. She seems very distracted. * I finally get her into the room. There are more fish tanks, but the room hasn’t changed. I remember something long forgotten. As a child, I had put frog eggs (jelly soft masses) from various ponds into the tanks to see if they would hatch. Lots and lots of frogs are everywhere. Some connection to a college kid I lived with who was literally trying to take over the world with Artificial Intelligence that was supposed to learn how the human brain works and then enlighten everyone in the world, physically, via hacked nanotechnology. The filters in the tanks were clogged with algae and dead frogs… I feel like I can unclog them… There are live frogs of all kinds and colors in tanks and all over the room, loose. I climb up into the rafters to turn on more lights and find more and more frogs… Tanks contain turtles and crayfish that I had collected and forgotten… They, the ones in tanks, even though the filters were clogged, have somehow formed perfect balance (like mini biospheres) and have survived untended for years (one acts like actual tide pools with active tides)... I think they need more water and tending even though they likely do not… * Next time I go into the room alone, and there are other animals there in different tanks and cages… There is more light in the room… Guinea pig-like rodents. Three bear cubs… I touch one’s nose carefully (big teeth)... Saltwater fish opposite frog tanks… All these fish have ich all over their heads, no eyes or mouths… I remember fish like these used to be in nightmares, but now I see they are just sick, quarantined fish… There is an orangutan in the room… Also, a man, can’t remember what he says, but he offers to show me some more things… There is a younger man in the room who says nothing (he is one of the “things” I am shown)... * I go to my [now ex-]wife. Still acting somewhat indifferent and bring her into the room… The room is now a corridor. No animals. [Later turns out to be underground passage that leads beneath and away from the small wooden shack]... Looks like a gift shop with a band/instrument motif… Man leads us through… Begins to look like Christmas shop… Crosses and Christian decorations, what look like Christmas ornaments… There are small people dressed like dwarves and elves… The man says something about the quiet young man… Says he made him (cloned him?) and taught him everything that he knows through genetic engineering and guided L.S.D. experimentation… We are led to a counter… There are police at the counter… [I feel like a recent marijuana possession arrest at the time of this dream was a past event at this point]... A policeman asks me questions… Says because I am 18, I got off much easier… Asks if I’m really 18, I look at the [now ex-]wife and her eyes somehow tell me to be quiet, not let on that I am much older than 18… Before I can answer, more people come in [like a rush at the gift shop I now work at], A little confusion ensues… The cop offers me a blunt… Says it’s herbal… For clearing up congestion… Implies that it is not marijuana (wink, wink)... Mentions something about three people who make higher judgments about my case (a friend of the [now ex-]wife is one of those people)... Before they let us go on I am given a set of dominoes with runes carved into one side [like a set that I had made], boxed set… All that same Christmas/Christian motif and smells in this scene… * Just before I am given the runes/dominoes, I notice everyone in the cop/counter area is very tall, over ten feet tall… When we leave, we pass people who are dressed like elves and dwarves again… I joke and say, “Finally! People who are more my size…” (I am only a few inches taller than most of these people)... * Outside of this house(?) (ours?), but it is in a public area [like a parking lot]… Bigger than the wooden shack, much nicer… Still seems like Christmas there, but summer-like outside… (Very mild winter?) Three blond girls are in the [now ex-]wife’s car… One in the driver’s seat is trying to steal the car… She can’t figure out how to start it… They don’t see me… I walk up and put my hand on the back of her neck, gently, and say, “You need to find a car with the keys in it. People forget their keys in their car all the time. It’s much easier to get away with.” I walk in front of the car and lean on the hood with my elbows and repeat what I first said… And then I calmly say, “Now get out. Come on.” Then the [now ex-]wife gets in the driver’s seat. A young girl is in the passenger seat, and the [now ex-]wife drives off with her… The girl with her is not blond like the original three… * I go back into the larger house, grab my modified Spanish sword, and feel like I have to make sure that no one is in the house… Still Christmas/Christian icon motif… There is a line of various glass cases leading up to the front door (glass door{s})... The first glass case has an 8 or 9 year old African American boy in it… The rest of the glass cases are empty… Looks like he is trying to hide, but the case is glass… I ask him to get out of the case… I have the sword, and he is scared… But I’m not trying to hurt him… Sword is in my right hand; I wave him on with my left hand… Cops are at the front door, now… They are telling me to put down the weapon… I ignore them, at first, and, smiling, I keep waving the child on… Cops have their guns drawn… I finally throw down the sword and raise my arms… Cops come in and ask what I’m doing in this house… I say something about a secret passage from my wooden house in the woods to this one (from the Frog Room)... The cops who were initially angry and confrontational now seem very confused and genuinely concerned once I mention the passageway... x x https://jsyandow.blogspot.com/2021/10/dream-transcribed-recovered-from.html

Dream from 2004 Transcribed (Inner Space Cavern?) [Written in Journal #66 entitled "Trans-Dimensional Shift" in Lubbock, TX, sometime around February of 2004.] The house looks like it’s in the wilderness. Weathered wood, outside; inside is fairly small. My wife, at the time, and I live there. There is a room in it that we rarely go in/ never go in. I go in and find a fish tank full of various frogs. I ask to show her. She seems very distracted. * I finally get her into the room. There are more fish tanks, but the room hasn’t changed. I remember something long forgotten. As a child, I had put frog eggs (jelly soft masses) from various ponds into the tanks to see if they would hatch. Lots and lots of frogs are everywhere. Some connection to a college kid I lived with who was literally trying to take over the world with Artificial Intelligence that was supposed to learn how the human brain works and then enlighten everyone in the world, physically, via hacked nanotechnology. The filters in the tanks were clogged with algae and dead frogs… I feel like I can unclog them… There are live frogs of all kinds and colors in tanks and all over the room, loose. I climb up into the rafters to turn on more lights and find more and more frogs… Tanks contain turtles and crayfish that I had collected and forgotten… They, the ones in tanks, even though the filters were clogged, have somehow formed perfect balance (like mini biospheres) and have survived untended for years (one acts like actual tide pools with active tides)... I think they need more water and tending even though they likely do not… * Next time I go into the room alone, and there are other animals there in different tanks and cages… There is more light in the room… Guinea pig-like rodents. Three bear cubs… I touch one’s nose carefully (big teeth)... Saltwater fish opposite frog tanks… All these fish have ich all over their heads, no eyes or mouths… I remember fish like these used to be in nightmares, but now I see they are just sick, quarantined fish… There is an orangutan in the room… Also, a man, can’t remember what he says, but he offers to show me some more things… There is a younger man in the room who says nothing (he is one of the “things” I am shown)... * I go to my [now ex-]wife. Still acting somewhat indifferent and bring her into the room… The room is now a corridor. No animals. [Later turns out to be underground passage that leads beneath and away from the small wooden shack]... Looks like a gift shop with a band/instrument motif… Man leads us through… Begins to look like Christmas shop… Crosses and Christian decorations, what look like Christmas ornaments… There are small people dressed like dwarves and elves… The man says something about the quiet young man… Says he made him (cloned him?) and taught him everything that he knows through genetic engineering and guided L.S.D. experimentation… We are led to a counter… There are police at the counter… [I feel like a recent marijuana possession arrest at the time of this dream was a past event at this point]... A policeman asks me questions… Says because I am 18, I got off much easier… Asks if I’m really 18, I look at the [now ex-]wife and her eyes somehow tell me to be quiet, not let on that I am much older than 18… Before I can answer, more people come in [like a rush at the gift shop I now work at], A little confusion ensues… The cop offers me a blunt… Says it’s herbal… For clearing up congestion… Implies that it is not marijuana (wink, wink)... Mentions something about three people who make higher judgments about my case (a friend of the [now ex-]wife is one of those people)... Before they let us go on I am given a set of dominoes with runes carved into one side [like a set that I had made], boxed set… All that same Christmas/Christian motif and smells in this scene… * Just before I am given the runes/dominoes, I notice everyone in the cop/counter area is very tall, over ten feet tall… When we leave, we pass people who are dressed like elves and dwarves again… I joke and say, “Finally! People who are more my size…” (I am only a few inches taller than most of these people)... * Outside of this house(?) (ours?), but it is in a public area [like a parking lot]… Bigger than the wooden shack, much nicer… Still seems like Christmas there, but summer-like outside… (Very mild winter?) Three blond girls are in the [now ex-]wife’s car… One in the driver’s seat is trying to steal the car… She can’t figure out how to start it… They don’t see me… I walk up and put my hand on the back of her neck, gently, and say, “You need to find a car with the keys in it. People forget their keys in their car all the time. It’s much easier to get away with.” I walk in front of the car and lean on the hood with my elbows and repeat what I first said… And then I calmly say, “Now get out. Come on.” Then the [now ex-]wife gets in the driver’s seat. A young girl is in the passenger seat, and the [now ex-]wife drives off with her… The girl with her is not blond like the original three… * I go back into the larger house, grab my modified Spanish sword, and feel like I have to make sure that no one is in the house… Still Christmas/Christian icon motif… There is a line of various glass cases leading up to the front door (glass door{s})... The first glass case has an 8 or 9 year old African American boy in it… The rest of the glass cases are empty… Looks like he is trying to hide, but the case is glass… I ask him to get out of the case… I have the sword, and he is scared… But I’m not trying to hurt him… Sword is in my right hand; I wave him on with my left hand… Cops are at the front door, now… They are telling me to put down the weapon… I ignore them, at first, and, smiling, I keep waving the child on… Cops have their guns drawn… I finally throw down the sword and raise my arms… Cops come in and ask what I’m doing in this house… I say something about a secret passage from my wooden house in the woods to this one (from the Frog Room)... The cops who were initially angry and confrontational now seem very confused and genuinely concerned once I mention the passageway... x x https://jsyandow.blogspot.com/2021/10/dream-transcribed-recovered-from.html

A special thanks to u/bluefishcake for the wonderful original story and sandbox to play in.
A special thanks to my editors LordHenry7898, RandomTinkerer, and Swimming_Good_8507
And a big thanks to the authors and their stories that inspired me to tell my own in this universe. RandomTinkerer (City Slickers and Hayseeds), Punnynfunny (Denied Operations), CompassWithHat (Top Lasgun), CarCU131 (The Cook), and Rhion-618 (Just One Drop)
Hy’shq’e Ay Si’am (Thank you noble friends)
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Chapter 22: The Concern of Parents
Andy drove the old pickup out of the base impound lot, with Aftasia and Sitry beside him on the bench seat. It was an old Rez truck, faded with age, dented, and rusting out in places, but it ran well enough and had a half tank of gas.
They’d landed easily enough, and Andy had let Aftasia and Sitry step out first to explain to the surprised militia garrison about him and his rifle. Andy was conscious of the leering faces of the Shil’vati women as they walked off the tarmac to the impounded vehicle lot. He’d spent twenty minutes convincing the two of them not to take one of the Marine transports. Now they bounced along in the old truck, and he had to stop himself from laughing at how they had to keep readjusting their ears as they folded over against the ceiling.
He drove out on the old coast road towards the river that had once been the border between the North Straits Salishian Reservation and Washington. Andy opened the window and the cab filled with the sea breeze as he drove over the neglected and bumpy road carefully. His two passengers were silent as they drove through the old abandoned suburbs of the town until they reached the crossing by the old collapsed bridge that used to span the river. Andy pulled the vehicle up on the bank and got out. The water was muddy and moving fairly fast. Andy took out a cigarette and started considering his options. The storm had swollen the river, and while the truck could probably ford the crossing, it wouldn’t do to have to go for a swim in front of the maybe boss and her cute daughter.
“Is this how you get home?” Andy turned when he heard Sitry’s voice behind him. Both of the Erbians had gotten out too, and Andy put the cigarette back in the pack unlit. Sitry was looking at him expectantly, and Andy found himself suddenly at a loss for words. Behind her, her mother had pulled out her omnipad and had popped in a set of earbuds.
“Hold on, Yes? Ah, Akil’eas, I was wondering when we’d get your call…she’s fine, I checked her myself. Her eyes are still black, her skin is still purple, and she has no viral lesions. Sakalbi and Rhaxiid are taking her to that little hospital in Bellingham. Yes, and no, I don’t want you calling her when you’re in this state. Kalai doesn’t need an overwrought father right now, she needs a mother who’ll flick her ears and tell her what an idiot she is.”
Andy couldn’t help but chuckle at hearing the one-sided conversation before looking over at Sitry and cracking a smile.
“My sister’s in trouble,” Sitry whispered as she moved to stand next to him as they watched her mother speak to what was presumably Kalai’s father on the other end of the line.
“So how does that work, exactly? Is she adopted or something?”
“Akil’eas, smart people do dumb things sometimes, and I choose to focus on the outcome…no one was permanently hurt, she’s on her way to the hospital for a check, and she’s back with….I’m her parent too, you know…I have been for years while you’ve been here, and quite frankly, if this is the full extent of her ‘pre-teen rebellion’, I’ll happily take it over what some of my other children have done when they were her age!”
Sitry looked around and walked over to sit on a fallen log and patted the space next to her. “Yes and no? Dr. He’osforos is an old family friend. He went to school with my moms and my dad, and he used to teach and do research at VRISM with them, too. Me and Narny were born around the same time as Kalai and Gadea.”
Andy huffed in amusement and unwrapped the blanket from his shoulders to refold it over him like a sash. Sitry turned bright red and averted her eyes while he did before he took a seat next to her.
“Our folks put us all in the same nursery and we all went to the same school…we’ve been in each others’ back pockets ever since.” She started up again after a moment. “When the…attack went down, all the Shil’vati got sick. The virus doesn’t affect us, so our House didn’t lose anybody, but…almost everyone in our class got sick and died. Kalai lost her sister and her two mothers. Her dad came to Earth looking for a way to cure her, and he’s been here ever since. Kalai’s been living with us for so long, she may as well be Erbian at this point, but she’s not officially a member of our Warren or anything.”
Akil’eas….AKIL’EAS! She is fine, a sprained ankle, a sore shoulder, and too much humble pie at the moment. That’s all! Yes. Yes, she won’t be let out of our sight until you wrap up whatever it is you’re doing that’s so important right now…Well, I think that’s something I need to speak to you about in person.” Andy locked eyes with Aftasia for a moment and gulped before turning back to Sitry.
“So sisters but not. Family, but not. Strangely, I can relate.” Andy focused on Sitry who seemed to be playing with her hair while deliberately trying not to look at his exposed chest.
“You had a brother too, right?”
“Have. I have a brother. Like I said, he got nuked by the Imp Navy and all it did was nothing. He and grandpa took what stommish were ready to fight and went to war.” Andy felt a wave of sadness wash over him and his breath caught in his throat for a moment. “I can barely remember him, I was so little the last time I saw him. He took no shit from anybody.” Andy felt tears in his eyes and he sniffed them back, as he recalled a story that he could tell her without falling into tears.
“You know he, uh…one of the few things I remember about him was…there was this kid on the base, and he used to knock me down when we were coming home from school. Kay Tee…Konstantin…he found out and he followed me home, but he thought he was James Bond or something because he was running behind fences and trees and mailboxes waiting to ambush the bully. So the kid, I don’t even remember his name, walks up and pushes me down…and Kay Tee just bull-rushes him from the side and does this flying jump kick into the kid's nads and beats the piss out of him.” Andy started laughing at the memory. “So he puts the kid on his ass, and he says, ‘You mess with one Salish, you mess with all of us, and we don’t fight fair!’ He picks me up and tells him ‘You push my brother again, I’ll cut your head off and stick it on a stake on the beach!’ or something like that.”
“He sounds like Leonidas.” Sitry’s voice had an airy quality and she was staring at him with very large blue-green eyes.
Andy burst out laughing. “What?”
“You know, a hero! Blight, that didn’t come out right!” Sitry giggled nervously and she looked away.
“I mean, if you say so. Leonidas got himself killed, and Kay Tee isn’t dead," Andy laughed while giving Sitry a side eye. She squealed and pulled her ears over her face as she flushed a deeper red.
“-No I won’t, so message me when you can…alright, the human Shel, your place. We’d love to, and we’ll be bringing a guest…yes. We’ll see you then, and I’ll let the rest of the family know. Goodbye, Akil’eas!” Aftasia walked over to them as she wrapped up her phone call and removed her earbuds. “So, you two seem to be getting cozy,” she said in a flat tone and a raised eyebrow to her daughter.
“I wasn’t looking, honest ma!” Sitry mumbled, going red again in embarrassment. Andy looked from Sitry to her stern looking mother and he cleared his throat to get her attention.
“So I know why you want to hire me, but what exactly is it that I’d be doing on a day to day basis? A thousand credits a week is an exorbitant amount of money around here. I want to know what it is I’d be getting myself into.” And folded his arms over his chest as he studied Aftasia, watching her closely to try and discern what she might be thinking.
Aftasia’s stern expression softened and her ears swiveled forward towards him. “Well, ideally, you’d come live with us at Headquarters in Victoria, so you’d have twenty four hour access to the facilities and our people. I think my husband wants you to be a field guide for our restoration teams, which would mean leading expeditions and excursions. I’d imagine there’d be a training component to it as well. Teaching us to identify invasives, avoid causing ecological harm, and so on. We’d also like to ask you to speak to your people about perhaps not trying to shoot us or sabotaging our equipment? Would you be willing to do that for us?” She held her hands open at her side and they moved slightly as she talked.
Andy felt his brow get heavy and his mouth pulled down in a frown. “That last one might be hard. I don’t speak for all the humans that live around here. I don’t even really speak for all of my own people…but there are enough that would at least hear me out because of my name and my heritage.” He schooled his features back into a stoic mask to hide the sudden wave of fear that threatened to make him shiver. “Living with you…giving up my home…”
Aftasia knelt down in front of him, concern clear on her face. “You’d have transportation at your beck and call, if that’s what it takes. If you’d rather not live in the arcology, then we’d make arrangements for ground transportation or even a shuttle service.”
Andy took a deep breath and considered his words carefully. “It just feels…well, almost like I’m being conscripted. Instead of a rifle and that black catsuit armor, I’d get a clipboard and a collaborator’s jacket.”
“We aren’t the military, Mr. Shelokset. Even if you signed the contract, we’d never ask you to compromise your people or yourself.” She reached out and grabbed his hand, causing Andy to flinch, and instinctively pull his hand away and he stiffened, unable to hide the sudden burst of panic on his face. Aftasia seemed to pause and looked at him with an expression he couldn’t read, and her face fell before she spoke again. “Andrei, I don’t know the details of how the Imperium treated you, but…I know that there were many cruel and ‘inhumane’ things done to you. I can’t change that, but I know that we want to be better. We’ve been trying to reach out to humans for a few years now and…all they see is the marines and the nobles. We aren’t those women, Andrei.”
Andy felt himself begin to untense, and he fought back the sudden desire to flee, letting Aftasia continue. “My family…our Warren…was tasked with the restoration of Earth to showcase the benefits of being part of the Empire. We’d like to be a force for good. To make a gift of your homeworld restored to the brilliant and beautiful garden world it was. We’d like to build a working relationship with humans and earn your trust and hopefully, your friendship. That means when you speak, we listen. When you tell us how it is, we believe you and act on it.”
Andy stood up and walked a few paces away. He stared down at the coursing mud-brown river, as he tried to silently calm himself down. Now was not the time for a ‘Cry Song’, and he longed for the bottle of Jack Daniels he’d hidden in his closet. He focused on his breathing until the panic and fear subsided before he spoke again. “Well, this was the way home, but the water's a little high at the moment to risk crossing here. The bridge over by Ferndale’s still up, so we’ll detour around.” Andy made a show of brushing himself off. “Should only add about fifteen minutes to the drive.
“Well, at least our flood prevention is keeping the river contained.” Aftasia said brightly as she watched Sitry walk back to the truck like a hawk.
“Yeah, about that. We’ll need to talk about what you did to the river. You caused more problems than you solved," Andy replied as he clambered back into the truck and started it up again.
“Wha…really? I’d ask now, but I’d rather wait until we can pay you for your time and expertise. Your knowledge should be properly honored,” Aftasia sighed as Andy turned the vehicle around to drive the back roads to get to home.
“I think if you take that approach, it’ll make things a lot easier with my people in the long run," Andy added hopefully as they drove alongside the farm road by the river. The new raised and reinforced embankments to either side that contained the river and straightened its course out had made him and most everyone else grind their teeth in frustration. It was one of the reasons the salmon populations were dying in the rivers.
They fell back into silence again as they drove on and around, crossing the bridge onto the old Reservation. The road led past The Silver Reef Casino, and he felt a wry sense of amusement to see the parking lot full of both human and alien vehicles. They were doing good business at least, and he’d check in with the Kwainset and the George families that ran it and coordinated their less than legal activities.
“Is that another one of those Indian Casinos?” Sitry asked as they passed by the only buildings in the middle of the abandoned farmland.
“Yeah, each Band has its own, and that’s the Silver Reef, which belongs to my Band. Grandma’s Clan owns half of it because they built it with their money. We do alright, but we’re nowhere near as successful as the Lower River Salish between here and Seattle,” Andy grumbled bitterly. They may be Salish, but some Band rivalries ran deep and the formal dissolution of the Tribe had broken their unity as a people with everyone out for themselves. Stand together or die alone. That was our way. His jaw tightened and he growled.
“So what’s the difference between a Band and a Clan?”
“Oh, uh, not much really. Bands are what the American and Canadian Governments organized us into when they took our land and forced us on different Reservations. The Clans were our own Warrens, so to speak. Some Bands have only one Clan, others have multiple Clans.”
“So which are you?”
“Bear Clan, North Straits Salish Band. We’re the northern most Indians that the United States kept inside their borders. Which reminds me, there’s a good chance my grandma’s not home. So if she’s not, I’ll just run in, get cleaned up and into civilian clothes, then we’ll go to the Casino. The Council officially meets there these days. If we do, just…let me do the talking.” Andy was gratified to see Aftasia nod earnestly before turning to whisper to her daughter. Andy brought his attention back to the road as they drove deep into the Rez and around back to the old coastal road to his home.
By some miracle, their old two story home had survived the orbital bombardment and the firestorm that had followed. The old blue and gray house sat on the top of the cliff, overlooking the bay towards Bellingham and had a beautiful view of the volcano, Kulshan. The gravel driveway crunched noisily as he pulled up the small dive, and found his grandmother’s car parked in front of the garage.
“Huh, looks like you’ll be able to meet my grandma after all,” Andy noted as he killed the engine and opened the door.
“This is your house? Your view is amazing!” Aftasia exclaimed as she followed him out and took in the view of the rising green hills, dominated by the single snowclad mountain behind them.
“Thank you. You’re welcome to come in if you’d like, but if you’d prefer not to, I’d ask that you stay close to the house. Not everyone around here is friendly to hwun’eetums. It might help that you’re not Shil’vati, but I’d rather not risk it!” Andy called back to them as he made his way up to the front door and the porch. He heard them scurry up behind him as he pushed the door open. The smell of smoked salmon wafted out of the house and he closed his eyes happily as he crossed the threshold. Old blankets hanging over the bay windows cut the light and suddenly he felt his head nod. The events of the last two days finally caught up to him and reminded him of how tired he was.
“Grandma! I’m home!” he shouted as he looked over at the living area in the front of the house. The potbelly stove in the corner was cold, and the couch that faced the windows was empty. Magazines and bills filled the coffee table and he walked quickly over to poke his head in the kitchen. She wasn’t there either.
A sudden loud chain of high pitched barking, scrambling, and scratching, followed by a series of thumps from the stairs by the kitchen heralded the approach of the worst guard dog in the world. Puck, the little snow white, fox-faced, American Eskimo Dog came tumbling down the stairs in his excitement, skidding across the hardwood floor like an idiot. Andy knelt down happily and the little fluffy cannonball jumped up into his arms barking and whimpering in his excitement.
“Oh my goodness, a Rakiri!” Andy heard Sitry practically shout as she and Aftasia came in after him.
“Not exactly. This fluffy idiot’s my dog, Puck. Don’t worry, he’s all bark and no bite,” Andy huffed as Puck hopped out and barked loudly at the two alien women. He skittered excitedly over to them and started hopping in place barking at them while panting happily. Aftasia held her ground admirably, but Sitry shrunk back from the loud little puffball.
“Alright, you little idiot! I know we’ve got alien invaders! Now sit!” Andy commanded and the dog half squatted, half sat as he danced from foot to foot. He fell mercifully silent, save for the panting and he looked up with a happy smile.
“Tsu’ti’tsi’uqw!” The iron twinged voice, gravelly from years of smoking, echoed from the back rooms where grandma’s home office was located. She appeared in the doorway, dark eyes blazing with anger. She spoke in Salishian as she advanced into the kitchen, and he stood up at attention, the blanket falling to the floor as he put his shoulders back and his chin up.
“You took the Ancestor Masks out to Orcas and held a Gathering? Are you insane?” she roared at him in their language. She was smaller than him by almost a foot and a half, but there was no one in the world he was more terrified of in that moment as she came blazing up to him. The carved ivory necklace she wore clacked and clattered against the beaded hair ties that kept her steel gray hair in two tight ponytails as she stared up at him.
He refused to meet her eyes, staring over her as he felt his insides turn somersaults. “There were more than twenty Clans there, Grandma! Representatives from-”
“And no tumulhs except you! It was an insult and a failure that will set our plans back again! Do you know I’m getting calls from the tumulhs of those Clans claiming everything from Wendigo attack to you turning traitor and…what and who are they?” Grandma Kwainset looked over and behind him at the two suddenly fearful Erbian woman who had gone stock still. “Cover yourself, for God’s sake, and I’ll deal with you later,” Grandma said as she moved to stand in between Andy and the Vaidas.
“Uh, good morning!” Aftasia managed brightly, though her tone was a bit unsteady to Andy’s ears. “Would you happen to speak Vatikre?”
“Fluently,” Grandma replied icily in the alien language with a look back at Andy as he quickly rewrapped himself.
“Ah, well, I’m Aftasia Vaida and this is my daughter-”
“Yes, I know your name. You work with the Ministry of Sciences and are one of the advisors to Governess Ta’naios. You and your family are responsible for the…environmental protection of the region.” Grandma’s icy tone did not abate and Aftasia closed her mouth for a moment.
“Grandma, they stopped the marines from abducting me, and they brought me home-” Andy continued in Salishian, moving around to stand beside her.
“And they’ll want something in return, no doubt.” Grandma’s reply in Vatikre was curt as she stared at Aftasia, appraising her.
“Grandma, they want to offer me a job-”
“Enslave you-”
“Grandma, they saved my life! Be mad at me, not at them!” Andy’s voice was firm as he stepped in front of her again, shielding the two aliens from grandma’s wrath.
“Oh, I’ve no need for your permission to be mad at you, grandson!” Andy felt the full weight of her authority hit him like a tsunami and he did his level best to hold his ground against it.
“Grandma, they want to hire me to fix the things they’re fucking up on! They’re willing to listen!”
“Of all the people to suddenly develop a naivete about the foreigners…” Grandma growled at him before walking over into the kitchen. “May I offer you something to drink?” She called out to Aftasia and Sitry in Vatikre, switching her language to one they could understand.
Andy looked over to Aftasia and nodded his head. “Uh, yes, please and thank you.” There was clattering from the kitchen and Andy rushed over to whisper to Aftasia.
“Our rules of hospitality mean she can’t kick you out if you accept food or drink; just don’t finish it. If you do before we resolve this, claim hunger," Andy whispered before quickly moving back to where he stood as Aftasia gave him a nod of understanding. Sitry’s eyes went wide as she stood next to her mother and gulped audibly. Grandma Kwainset came back out carrying two small glasses of water, which both Aftasia and Sitry accepted graciously and sipped at.
“So you have a job for my grandson. What is it?” Her tone was brusque and she folded her arms over her chest as she glared at the two of them.
“We’d like to hire him as a cultural expert-” Aftasia began before being cut off.
“His culture is not for sale.”
Andy took a deep breath to steady himself and interjected in the short silence that followed. “Grandma, she wants me to help them restore the land!”
“I’ve seen how they’ve been going about it. No deal. I’ll not put our plans, your reputation, and the family name at risk with the Clans to see you sell out to the invaders.” Grandma’s words stung him to the core and Andy felt that old core of frustrated anger that lived inside him start to awaken as his heart began to pump faster in his ears. The two of them glared at each other with neither backing down an inch.
Aftasia’s voice broke the small battle of wills and the two of them turned to look at her. “Missus uh…”
“Kwainset,” Grandma responded, and Andy bit back an angry growl at her use of her maiden name.
“Mrs. Kwainset, I’m not asking him to sell out. We need your help-” Aftasia began.
“I’ll say.” Grandma’s words were a challenge that Aftasia did not take, but instead she soldiered on admirably. Her tone remained gentle and even, just as it was in the shuttle when she’d talked with Andy.
“...your grandson has made us aware of several of the shortcomings in our approach to land management, and we would like to ask for his help in correcting these shortcomings. He’d even help us undo our mistakes in a way that honors and restores the historical territory of your people.”
“And by ‘your people’, you mean us humans?” Grandma shot Andy a severe look.
“No, I mean the Salishians. The indigenous people who have lived here since…how did you put it, Andy?”
“Since time began. Nilh tu’ oh,” Andy said, folding his own arms over his chest as he gave Grandma her own look back.
Aftasia finished her drink deliberately and set the cup on a coaster lying on the coffee table. She looked over and gave the clearly terrified Sitry a reassuring smile before moving to stand before Grandma Kwainset. “Yes, exactly. You are quite right, of course. We are in desperate need of your help, and we are also indebted to your grandson. He saved three of my children last night; this one in particular.” She motioned to Sitry who gave a nervous nod of agreement as Grandma turned her gaze on the teenage girl.
Aftasia continued when Grandma said nothing. “He is a credit to you and your family, and his care for and knowledge of your ancestral homeland is something we admire and would like to engage with to protect and restore it. He was adamant that he needed to receive your blessing before giving us an answer to our offer. We will, however, abide by your decision as his Matriarch, and if your answer is no then we will not impose upon your family any longer.”
Grandma Kwanset held her gaze for what seemed a long while, and Andy could see the impending negative answer building in her eyes. As she drew breath to speak, Andy felt a wild stab of courage compel him to make one last plea in Salishian. “They’re willing to listen! Something is better than nothing and better late than never, Grandma! Please! They’re willing to listen and change!”
Grandma’s words halted in her mouth as she fixed Andy with that hard appraising stare, and again Andy felt as though she would crush him under the weight of her authority and inwardly he trembled at what felt like the inevitable answer. Seconds felt like hours as the silence hung, before grandma finally spoke. “Andy, go get cleaned up. I want a word with this hwun’eetum.”
It wasn’t a no, but it wasn’t a yes either, and Andy felt a different tension settle over him. A feeling of defiance that had seen him into so much trouble in the school, but had kept him alive ever since. It reared its ugly head and tried to rebel at the order. She wanted to speak to Aftasia, and that at least was something. All he could do was nod and turn to give a reassuring nod to Sitry and Aftasia that he didn’t feel before trudging up to the stairs that led to his room on the upper floor. When he’d gotten halfway up he stopped for a moment as he heard the front door open and close. His jaw clenched as he turned around, ready to fly back down the stairs to confront Grandma when her voice stopped him in his tracks and he stayed rooted in place, silent.
“Your warriors killed my husband, my sons, and all my grandchildren except him. He is the last of several long lines of leaders and LET ME FINISH…if he is frozen out by the Clans, or worse, taken AGAIN to be held hostage and brainwashed, then everything he represents will be lost.” Andy knew Grandma didn’t believe like he did that Grandpa and Konstantin were still alive. It had been far too long, and the two of them argued over it incessantly. He knew why she believed them dead, and why she was so insistent that he stop believing they were alive. She wanted him to sit in on the Council Meetings. The Shelokset name was an old and very respected name, but had become controversial. Many of the Clans still held Grandpa Wiley in high regard for his decision to go to war, and several of the surviving elders that had been recovered and brought home from the relocations had made it clear that until the exiles were recalled, there would be no reunification, recognized or not.
Grandma had wanted Andy to step up and take over as a young voice on the Council, but to do so would be to usurp Grandpa and Konstantin’s place, not to mention put him in the limelight, which he feared more than anything. He shivered and his skin got goosebumps as the thought of having to be ‘in charge’ frightened him. What if he got something wrong? Who was he? Just some kid, but doing something was better than nothing, and Grandma’s grand plan of Imperial recognition was never going to work. The Imperium just didn’t give a Goddamn about anyones’ inherent rights.
He quietly trudged up the stairs, avoiding the ones that creaked and went straight to the bathroom. With the shower heating up, he turned to look at himself in the mirror. His paint was a mess. Large areas had washed away or smeared all over him, and the bags under his eyes reminded him that he’d been awake now for almost two whole days. His blanket fell away and he stared at himself, wishing he could be certain of something, anything, about himself. The only things he felt any surety in was his roles as a tumulh, and a Speaker.
“Some Speaker though, the voice and Witness of my family and outside an official gathering I can barely hold it together without either trying to kill somebody or wanting to go fetal. At least I found some hwun’eetums willing to listen. Maybe I’m not such a failure of a healer after all.” Andy wiped the mirror as it began to fog up, so he quickly washed his face and shaved the patchy stubble before stepping into the shower. The hot water felt good and he stayed to enjoy it for a bit longer than he’d meant to. Remembering that he’d left the two Erbians downstairs with his grandmother had him speed up through his normal routine. Slipping and sliding a bit on the floor, he moved quickly to his room to get dressed. His mind chased itself as he wondered what to wear and if he’d need to pack or prepare to say goodbye.
They’ve seen me at my most ‘primitive’, now might be the time to try and impress. He thought as certain lessons about male deportment came bubbling up from the school. Andy squeezed his eyes shut and forced the memories and the feelings of white hot rage and hatred back down deep as he quickly dressed in some of his best. “If they want a fucking Indian Prince, I’ll give them a Goddamn Indian Prince," he said aloud to himself as he finished dressing and braiding his hair. Andy stood in front of the mirror on the dresser and looked himself over. Black slacks, white shirt, beaded pattern vest buttoned up, black coat left open, ivory beaded choker with three carved ivory feathers hanging down over his chest, and three Bald Eagle feathers secured in his rope-tight braid that hung down to the small of his back. “You’ve seen the savage half of me, now let’s see what you think of the noble,” Andy told his reflection sarcastically before looking back at his bed. He’d pulled his suitcase out, but had left it empty. Hope for the best, plan for the worst.
Andy made his slow way down the stairs, straining his ears for any sound from the living room, but heard nothing. When he rounded the corner of the stairs, he saw his grandmother in the kitchen, leaning over the sink, and Aftasia’s ears poking over the back of the couch. He cleared his throat to get their attention.
The red ears over the couch rotated almost comically and Aftasia poked her head up to look at him. There was a moment where the woman did a double take and had a look of surprised shock as she looked him over. Grandma on the other hand took a moment to turn around and look at him. When she did, her face was unreadable. She walked slowly, heavily, towards him until she was standing right in front of him. When Grandma spoke, she spoke in Vatikre.
“You are your own man now, grandson, and you are a Chief of the Salish. I cannot tell you what to do, but I will not give you my blessing to work for our overlords.” Andy felt his jaw tighten, but he waited as Grandma took a breath and looked over at Aftasia, who averted her gaze from the two. “Nor will I forbid you either. You do what you think is right, but remember that your actions will be carried forward by your children and your children’s children. Succeed, and you will be praised. Fail, and your name and line will be forgotten. If you’re willing to gamble your heritage and your birthrights on these hwun’eetums, then there’s nothing I can say or do that will stop you. My door will always be open to you, but the Tribe’s doors may close and you well know that once they do, they never reopen.” With that, she gave him a brief hug and walked away back towards her office in the back of the house.
Andy stood alone looking down the dark hall she’d gone down and heard her shut the door. She doesn’t want me to do this. She thinks I’m making a grave mistake…maybe I am. We need the money, especially if the Tribe’s ever going to…no. We have to succeed! If the Clans take this the wrong way, they’ll freeze me out…but if THEY think I’ve turned, I’ll wind up in a black bag or worse. Andy felt a soul crushing icy pressure settle in his chest, and he felt very alone and small in that moment.
Aftasia approached slowly, stopping a few feet from him and she seemed subdued when she spoke. “I would understand if you turned us down. Your grandmother laid out your situation quite clearly, and as much as I’m convinced that we need your help more than ever, I cannot in good conscience ask you to give up-”
“I am a tumulh…and the last Shelokset tumulh. If not me, then who?” Andy said, interrupting her as he continued to stare down the hall after his grandmother, emotions whirling too fast to make any sense of. “Can you promise me that you will listen? That you will make what I stand to lose worth the risk?” Try as he might, he couldn’t keep the trepidation out of his voice.
“Andrei, you don’t know me yet, so I don’t expect that at this moment my words will carry much weight with you.” Aftasia spoke firmly and with conviction. Andy tore his eyes from the empty hall to look her dead in the eyes. He saw iron resolve reflected there and the claws that had him by the heart started to lose their grip to see it. “Come what may, the Vaida Warren will do right by you and your people. Upon my degrees, upon my children, upon my marriage. When you speak, you will be heard. If you need shelter or protection, our Warren will provide it.”
“And you speak for the others too?” Andy pressed, hoping for an answer that would shake the last of the tendrils of fear from him.
“As I said, you don’t know me yet, but you will…and when you do, you’ll understand the significance of what I’ve pledged. Suffice it to say, yes…I speak for my spouses…and all the Houses within the Warren.”
Andy stared at her in concealed amazement. She spoke like the elders and the fear subsided enough for him to make his choice. He stood still, his face a stoic mask to hide his feelings behind, until at last he made up his mind, and held out his hand, palm open.
“What…what is…I don’t understand?”
“A handshake. For us, the most unbreakable ‘contracts’ are sealed with a handshake and backed by your sacred honor.” Andy quoted one of the many video-letters his father made for him and his brother whenever he went on deployment. Aftasia looked down and slowly held her own out. He clasped her hand firmly and gave it a single shake, never breaking eye contact with her. “Then it’s done. I’ll come work for you.”
Aftasia’s face broke into a smile. “We’ll still get it in writing for appearance’s sake…for the Accountants and ITAD. They like their paperwork.”
“Government, the necessary evil,” Andy replied. “Where honor dies, and it’s only what you can prove in a packed court.”
“Spoken like a true citizen of the Imperium. Get packed, our driver is on his way to pick us up. We’ll fly over to the hospital, pick up the rest of the family and head out to Headquarters. We’ll get you your own apartment in the complex so you don’t have to worry about shuttle availability. Of course you’ll be able to come and go as you please…which reminds me, we’ll need to get you an Approved Entry pass from the Governess’ office.”
Andy nodded and hurried back upstairs to shove as much as he could into the one or two bags he owned. One for all the clothes he owned, which was enough to see him through a week if he ever fell behind on laundry, and the other for his regalia. Plans started to form in his mind, and he hoped that Atasia and her husband would be true to their word.
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This one might read like porn for the avoidants, and they deserve as much. Trust me, it will get there. For avoidants who have suffered from APs, and who struggle with sharing these communities with them (as the inverse has historically been painfully true for me) I can offer something unusually validating in this post. For APs, I believe I have a unique cautionary tale that is worth hearing out and bearing with the length. Your call!
I always heard it, but I couldn't quite see it, somehow, in myself. That APs have this real, imbalance, in how they obsess over the faults or doings of avoidants. Versus, how much they focus on or work on themselves. For me, in particular, DAs.
I always thought, you know, I see both communities looking at each other and forming the same opinions about each other, and honestly, between the two of them, I think the APs tend to be way better with ownership and doing the work.
But now I'm thinking. About the difference between ownership, and doing the work. Hell, earlier today I was thinking about the difference between ownership (private) vs ownership (publicly or with a partner). There's being accountable with yourself, in secret, and perhaps far more than an AP may imagine- and there's being accountable in that way that requires a person to show up and own something in front of another.
I'm currently in an extraordinarily, low, and shitty place, after, a really bad several attempts with a DA I love to pieces, but have been serial rejected by. Moved on from, even. And more than that, had a point made of ignoring me when, though we were on loose speaking terms, I reached out in text in a time of need to ask if they were around because I was really, really low.
The absent friend thing happened first, and weeks later, after some genuinely whimsical chatter, seemingly prompted by my texting her one night: "you+cat=happier" - and during the course of that, she (and I am very proud of her for this) opted to share with me that she was seeing someone new. Turns out a little domino fell. And then a bigger one, and a bigger one. Until I hit a critical threshold, of feeling like, I have to slam this door shut. I have been abandoned, and taken for granted, and frankly, everything that I put in over the course of 2022, which included a truly staggering amount of AT education, as well as ADHD education (me) and education in to CPTSD (her) and children of narcissists (her). And I do mean staggering. I read multiple books on cptsd, I scoured reddit threads, I took in a wealth of googled articles. I've done the Thais Gibson backlog and I'm plugged in to what comes out daily. I've done the other youtubers. I've even spent a truly berserk amount of time perusing Quoras just to further saturate my knowledge base.
And I'll be blunt. This achievement, which is not easy, or quickly done, nor commonly done, by even the vast majority of people who pass through AT at times- it really didn't change all that much. And now, from distant shores, I am beginning to understand that I have, simply, been a monster.
I'm a good example of someone who truly tries to witness and defy their own biases, on top of that knowledge base I've grown, and it has not stopped me from noticing myself as an honestly unhinged AP, trying truly, very earnestly, like a machine, and from the heart. But unhinged and problematic, no matter the intentions or the sincerity.
When you start learning about how someone else works, and while you're still very much in love with them. And when you're an AP. The temptation to think that you are now gaining the tools to meet someone else's needs, is almost impossible to not fall for. But the truth I missed for over a year and multiple revisited and failed attempts with my DA, is that that's just an extension of my intentions to create enmeshment.
Now that's not the only thing I've done with AT. I've learned an extraordinary amount about myself and how I work, as well as my most recent, and many other exes. I've created opportunities for myself to heal. I've learned the language, that describes the things that go on in me, that I never fully understood previously. I've felt the surreal highs of hope. I'm even in therapy, to now, finally, apply the knowledge I've gained, and the ownership I've developed - to doing the work that remains all but entirely undone.
But, I started going to therapy back in September? And I've made no progress. And I truly think my therapist is great. So what's gone wrong?
Well, about as soon as I started therapy, my DA circled around for a third go in a year. I truly thought number two was never going to happen. And I'd spent all the time since number one fell apart, grinding in search of the knowledge and tools I needed to, first of all, stop having so many issues with dysregulation. Can I get an amen? Damn you dysregulation. I knew I was making an incredible effort as an individual and as someone's partner, by responding to our struggles, and trying to honor the love (we've known each other a very long time, it was like a macro situationship for the longest time, at different times, and we finally got a chance to date each other).
As the story often goes, the DA wasn't interested in AT. Or in doing any kind of work, at least, not right now. And she's done things in the past, mind you. I thought, this person is going to be a great partner for working on ourselves and showing up and communicating about stuff, she's a truly great candidate for this kind of thing together. I have my reasons, however wrong, for fantasizing so deeply about all of that. The short lesson is that what intimacy you experienced in obligation free situationships, or even, in earlier parts of a person's life, or healing, may have been way way easier for that person to engage with, than when you're actually dating one another. I was honestly, blindsided with a lot of behaviors. And these days, I can really start to appreciate just how fully she had the same experience. We both recoiled from each other in horror after the first go. Now we were finding out, at the same time, about what the other had been sitting on.
Well, I just focused on the work and myself. We whatevered in to a second run. We whatevered in to a third run. But the third one definitely shouldn't have happened, in retrospect. Because I hadn't developed the skills. I hadn't really done the work. I'd actually just gotten a therapist and also started a trial for Thais' programs. I was on the verge of subconscious reprogramming, and scared, because I don't know what I'm doing, but I was intent on that course.
And then I just lost that focus. I do have ADHD, but I don't know that we lunge to that for why. It's just, easier, and feels so precious, to have the blessing, to get another chance. That's how I tend to feel, when for example I knew there was a lot that I could work on to make it make sense to go again. And it's so hard to.. find that peace and warmth, when both people are sketched out from the previous runs already. But we were sliding in pretty well I'd say. And we made a few adaptations that I suggested, and they served us VERY well. Number one being minimizing text communications hardcore, and getting away from apps with read receipts. My APs know exactly what the feck I'm talking about. And hey, I recommend considering minimizing text and maximizing voice, video or in-person time as much as is practical. I know texting is convenient and helps you to keep each other company while on the job and out of the house etc, but. Getting in to fights while someone's on the job, or out of the house, or getting in to fights more frequently, because you don't really feel, hear or understand each other within that stripped down and distant medium. That's a fast path to Doom.
She and I are night and day in our track record for phone vs text, in terms of peace vs harmony. We get in to so much trouble in text, and it's almost only ever in text. Mind, this isn't the panacea to people's still very much problematic issues, but it certainly helped us a lot.
Still, that wasn't enough. And this post is getting old, so let's cut to the chase. I ended up making a mess of things, trying to get her to be interested in something she wasn't, and trying to adapt myself to meet needs I was still guessing at. As an AP, I don't or haven't historically understood very well that that's not what respecting someone's boundaries looks like. Trying to anticipate their needs can very commonly BE the violation of their boundaries. And this sounds less surprising when you keep in mind that what is often driving the desire to be that vigilant in your pleasing, is a raging, and unhealthy desire, to enmesh.
Ohhhhhh yes. Oh yes. And the avoidants, over there, in their community, venting about us. They have a lotttttt of ground to be standing on. I guess my grand point would be, to truly mind the difference between the reading and the listening, and the work.
Ultimately we fell off of a very stupid cliff one morning. She shared something she was about to do and was excited about, and I (in text) called it stupid. Mind, I'm involved in it myself, I go to conferences regarding it, and I don't have any absolute hateful or 'no seriously that's exclusively stupid and what you want to do is stupid' take. But it just harshed her vibe. And that's probably uniquely me, rather than AP me. In person, I'm very good, very specifically tuned in to how people feel, and can't help but not to be. An INFJ for those who it means something to. But on the internet, I don't always know how someone's feeling, or how I'm being received. And I was received, very badly.
And immediately, it wasn't about the thing I had said or what I actually meant. It was about this vague genre of me 'never missing' or 'always saying something' kind of thing. And I didn't really get what she meant and she wasn't really explaining it super, and honestly, the fact that I didn't readily get it seemed to just, drive her despair home. I got bent out of shape, and I dropped my phone and went outside to smoke weed. Bad idea. Really bad idea in that moment. I just wanted to relax, but instead I further impaired my ability to emotionally regulate. And when I came back inside, it had been about an hour, I was ready to pick up the phone and resume the good fight (a hopefully progressive conversation, not a fight, lol) and I found a message that began with "I am struggling to see the light in this relationship"
And that was the moment that I finally missed a beat, and all of my pushing over the last year, I just could not manage the pain I felt when I read that sentence. I couldn't even make it further in to what she had said. I literally couldn't. I immediately said "let's just end this. no fighting. nobody is mean to anybody". And she immediately agreed.
I tried to circle back and work through it shortly there after. She was really upset and we just fought. But I eventually stopped 'arching my back for once' and did what I often do, surrendering, trying to lead the way to remediation, or tenderness. I tried to get us out of text and on to a call. We always, always do good on a call. She wouldn't let us have a call. In the end, I couldn't get us back on track and deescalate. We ended both stubbornly trying to defend ourselves from the other.
Sometimes we're like that. But in all the time since, I've been horribly miserable. An hour after that, I was laid off, a week before Christmas. On the first of the new year, my roommates and friends said they don't want to rent a room anymore, need the space for something else. Months later, today, right now, I'm literally in the middle of a move. My things go in a friend's garage, my body and my clothes are staying with family. I haven't gotten a new job. I technically have money left to live off of, and it makes me soft. Especially when, I'm just depressed. January, February, March. I don't even remember them. I spent so much time being high and gaming with a buddy on his couch. Just trying to survive what it felt like inside, with all of these things on top of, all happening at once. And then in the last few weeks, ever since I found out that she actually moved on and is seeing some guy. That she *never* went to therapy herself, or looked in to AT. That she really felt like, 'yeah, you're not great for me, but someone else will be' and that's all there is to it? It fucking killed me. And that sudden dying made me realize I was still way more attached to her than I realized. I'd gotten so used to her leaving I'd just, become stoic about it. Told myself, I'm standing on some kind of ground. I know some kind of things. It wasn't just me that made mistakes.
People always say 'you're just not compatible' but that thinking doesn't click easily with a brain like mine. For me, I need to understand the mechanics of what happened. How can things be made better. And a 'nobody's wrong, or did anything wrong, per se' lens is wonderful for vibing with if your goal is just to move on, and it's easy for people seeing it more simply at a distance, to suggest. But I need to know why it didn't work. And in this instance, I really learned a dramatic amount about why it didn't work. And knew the progress I was doing could lead to real changes regarding exactly what was wrong about the relationship. And if not that one, certainly, my future ones.
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I ended up really cast aside and hurt, and given up on. She specifically only offered me a "pretty shallow friendship" after the third go, and you already know I verified the depth of it by reaching out in a time of need. There's a much, much richer take on all of this, incorporating all of both of our histories, and our history together, but it asks too much of the reader to include these things, so I've been leaving a lot out in that realm. But part of that includes that she and I tend to have these multi year cycles, and I always seem to be excluded from her life, with no real place left or made in it for me, as she moves on with new guys, new chapters and focuses in life. In the past she was a junkie and had messed around with sugarbaby stuff, and was not trying to hear it from her friend. But now she's doing a lot of healthier things, honestly. And I don't know whether she is or isn't still acting in a lot of the same ways in her life. She certainly does not seem to agree with that lens, as it comes from me, as I try to console myself.
And I'm starting to really think. That although it's true, she has many issues, unresolved and often not owned in front of me. And isn't trying to get in to them, or work on them. Is just trying to find someone she feels safe with, honestly. Out of the box, don't trigger me as much as the last guy did.
I still don't know about her approach, her choices. But I'm loosening up a little on the part of me that thinks surely this is unconscionable, she is going to hurt more people. Oh we like that narrative. The one that dignifies how wrong she was to leave me. To not give us a fuller chance, to not commit and show up more fully than she did. I used to reduce it all to a comfort zone, and maladaptations. I called her ingrateful more times than I can count. And arrogant, for seeming to operate confidently outside of these frameworks or other relevancies I had been trying to make more of a focal point in our relationship. For acting like her shit didn't stink.
And some of that stuff is true to some degrees.
But now, in my darkest hour. I have begun to see a new light. And as an AP, it can be a hard sell. I think, we all underestimate, how hard of a sell, AT is, to someone *else*.
Really, it is simple. I can definitely look back at the things that did not work for her, trace them to poor behaviors of mine, stemming from my attachment style, and say. You, made this fail.
Not both of us (my earlier takes) or her alone (my later takes). But what about just me. Did I, by myself, regardless of anything I can pin on her, fuck up enough, that I should have been given up on.
And I don't know the answer, it is hard to answer. You can't just, do this thinking, in a vacuum, as if it doesn't always take two. But I think there's tremendous value in making a point of this focus. But recently, the answer is becoming more of a yes.
I want to tell people something that I am extremely ashamed of, and then I'll shut up. After the first or second go, my DA was being nice in aftermath and told me it wasn't my job to make her feel safe. It was a curious comment. We had never discussed her safety before. And she's not much one to say I don't feel safe, or this hurts, or, hey, please don't do that. It's a weak spot for her that she is improving on.
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But that comment has lingered and has helped me in to a profound realization, that may make an avoidant laugh at, to even, have to imagine, that another person can find such a realization, profound. But I didn't understand, what I now do, in that, my entire love life. I have failed, terribly, at making my partners feel safe.
And this hollows me out. I cherish the epiphany because I know it affords me a genuinely new direction of progress and hope, in addition to those I already have but need to put the work in for. But I am incredibly, incredibly ashamed of myself. In the last few weeks I slowly but surely wound myself up in to a bad behavior of texting too much, and texting to cope, with the extreme heartbreak and seemingly sudden, and as if for the first time, coming to terms with the loss of that person from my life. Whatever loose speaking terms they had left us, shy of meaningful friendship, could only remind me of who we weren't. I told her I wasn't getting in one of her undefined boxes as an afterthought for another one of these cycles in her life. I reached out and set a firm boundary. She chose one out of the twenty things I mentioned to reply to, to excuse herself from that one context. I acknowledged and allowed that nuance. Then she shared a few really private things, like that she was texting with her abusive father and had just seen him to get her birth certificate (they are not on speaking or being in each others lives terms, this was a big deal) and a photo from the trip. Then said sorry you just told me not to share with you I'll go away. I, very willing to jump in to grey spaces, and not wanting to shut her out while sharing something very special with me, said this was okay, I want this. I know it's confusing for me to also say that back right now but I'm in this moment with you and I want this. I then sent her a few youtubes I'd been trying to get her to watch, since after the second failening, I believe. Like six plus months. Sixth time's a charm, and now I can take my turn in this moment and share something special with you- something I've been trying to express to you, through these two artistic pieces (okay it's a few extremely poignant and touching anime episodes please don't hiss, if you knew the content you would think differently)
She didn't respond, and I didn't hear from her for about a week after that, and I sent her a poke. Just a silly gif, and an emoji face to acknowledge I'm being silly. A sort of.. okay so are we speaking or being friendly again or did you just share some personal stuff and then ignore my personal stuff and act like this is what you do when someone already hurting is trying to establish a boundary? Not sure if it was the same day as that, or the next, but I said, well, it looks like you're not engaging again, so basically forget that last bit of interaction we had and please respect my boundaries moving forward. No response. Days start passing, my dominoes are falling and getting bigger, something inside of me is really, really fking hurting. I start poking. She seems patient, responds to some stuff, but I'm starting to get in to a behavior of just, sending many texts over the course of a day, at different periods. Maybe several at different points within an hour. A few in a row. Then another fifteen minutes later. Basically blogging and coping. Wanting to be heard. Her patience strains, after a valiant few days. Kudos to her. And then it broke. The night before, I'd asked her whether I should keep protesting, or just be silent. She'd responded to some things that day, but didn't find that offer engaging. I assumed okay, don't read in to it, but right now you've made an effort to check her boundary and aren't getting sent away. We even broached the topic of trying again, or rather, she responded simply to say once again that she 'didnt see it' (not the fullest statement that could be made after a lifetime of seeing it together, and continuing to come back after the same exact failures that would have to found the not seeing it - but hey, i think it's also true, so there's that) and that we already tried. I said, "We tried doing the same thing three times in a row while expecting different results, I'd like to try new things, healthy things, things relationship or mental health experts would advise as plausible paths forward." I wish I'd have mentioned the changes we made and felt the impact from, but then slipped up on and paid the price for.
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But the next day, and mind you, she is seeing some new guy and is trying not to talk to me because of 'that' (hey, I've been a good AP so far, let me have just one unverified lingering doubt about whether that's the real reason why she wasn't showing up)
and in one moment takes a turn and says I'm just trying to say anything to get you to stop harassing me.
*Car brakes screeching noise*
"Oh? Why didn't you say anything last night when I asked you if you wanted me to be silent or not?"
"Maybe you should be thanking me for my patience" (bitchy but I actually agree and feel I see her good intentions in trying to allow me to feel heard or something, even though I'm going largely unanswered)
And I spiraled from there. I'd started off that day's messaging by making a point of reaching out to show support and understanding for why she's doing her own thing and that I remember things she's said in the past about other things she might want out of life right now, and the importance of her doing whatever she wants to do, being whoever she wants to be, for herself. It's a newly independent era for her as an adult still recovering from a narcissistic parent. She's on her own for the first time. Doing a lot of nesting. Trying a little dating if it hits her up. But apparently also planning a trip to Japan to "feel how alone she is" (don't tell the guy she's dating, kek) [no but seriously they just went on a trip to patagonia together and she's the least patagonia person - nobody knows wtf is going on anymore you've read this whole post right]
I started off on a good foot but I did start souring somewhere, and that was when we fell through the floor for the last time. I ended up speaking a lot of mean things to try to protect myself from this unresolved hurt, this sense of being completely abandoned by this person I'd tried so hard for, not just in recent but over almost two decades. I helped them back over the wrong side of the golden gate bridge a lifetime ago. And there has been a lot between then and now. I show up.
I show up. I own. I'm humble. I allocate my time in solution oriented directions.
But I hadn't yet changed the part of me that is liable to end up doing some really intrusive texting that, she's right, nobody would appreciate. Anybody, would be freaked out and likely repulsed by.
I could have written this story to make my DA sound far worse than this. I really could. I could pitch a full on sob story version, if I thought that was honest or would help any of us. Instead, I wrote all of this, and then I noted, that by the end of things, seeing myself, even if I wasn't treated the way I feel I should have been, acting as terribly as I did. I told her off. I'm afraid to even reveal some of the things I said. I told someone with cptsd who struggles with life period, that she's a disaster created by her father, who can't stop herself from being one, even when good people truly try to intervene. But that it was only that way because she can't admit that she's wrong, or when she's doing wrong. "Just like your shithead father". Her narcissistic abuser.
And the worst part? I'm only now realizing, that there are more important things, than being fucking right. And I might be, about some of those points. Even some inherited unaccountability and deflection from her sole parental role model, as can and does happen with children of narcissists.
Maybe I'm right, maybe my DA was unaware of how she hurts me, and has been hurting me, and maybe other people, through inherited, unowned, unresolved behaviors or traits from a far worse parent. Maybe I've been in ways abused by the gaslighting nature of such a disposition.
But you know what. The only thing I want to focus on at this point in my narrative journey, the way I see the story, what I'm telling myself about it, the great takeaway in the sky, drumrolllllllllllllllllllll who's to blame?
I didn't make her feel safe. If I'm truly owning all of my shit, and how problematic it is and has proven vividly to be, for her, and by my own observation? I just did not make her feel safe. And this hurts me *extra* because I *want* to be that for her. I didn't even know she had cptsd until after the first failed try. I wanted to be someone who could meet her needs. And I fking tried, fam. I really, really, fully did.
But I didn't focus enough on myself, and on transformative WORK. And in the end, no matter how she treated me, I proved to her that she was right to get the hell away from somebody like me. Who she can't count on, to be stable. Her nervous system isn't like everyone else's. That's CPTSD life. She does have unique needs. I think many people with CPTSD have avoidant attachment styles, specifically DA. I've read about it, I've seen it, but I can't give you a study about it.
I failed to make my best fucking friend in the world, who I had painfully lived without for years before she came back in to my life, and we had one great year of just friends/situationship, before, and it was her idea, we tried the romantic thing.
And now I've lost her, and I have far more of myself to blame than I managed to drill in to my thick skull after nearly a straight year of the above resume in devouring all possible AT related content.
I feel like a louse. Sometimes, when you hyperfocus on just your part in a dilemma, it might be useful to you. It's dangerous, of course. Sometimes things aren't you. Sometimes it takes two. Sometimes there even were two.
I think understanding DAs is essential if you're going to do work and take on a DA/AP dynamic. But I got caught up in thinking I'd meet someone else's needs, ignoring the golden rule and awareness that if this person isn't trying to help themself, then it's just not happening. She was really only up for seeing if things happened more easily than that, for us. It didn't really matter to her that technically, some of this stuff she's passing on right now, very literally, probably, is, and will be, the direction of her eventual future growth, if and when she treads that path. But I wanted to make her walk that path. I wanted to walk it together. And we really did have the potential. If not for the fact, that that is not what she wanted to do.
I made a million mistakes as an AP. I'll never solve them if I keep splitting my focus and trying to also learn about DAs, why things failed, through a lens that focuses on them. And that's not my part to worry about. It feels very good to give yourself, a balanced understanding, of why things failed. Something other than, that it's just you. There are times when I have been hurting so desperately that the only thing that calms me down is guzzling DA related content and finding a sort of informational lull. I noticed my interest in that at first on this latest new .. adventure I'm back on again, hi. But have quickly shifted away from that.
APs, this is the high point, of all of my wisdom to date, on my journey through AT.
At some point - even if you're struggling to do it immediately, and AT is helping to hold your world together through observing two different people - you truly, have to focus on just yourself.
I do believe that APs don't appreciate adequately, how harmful we are to other people, and ourselves, and our relationships. And DAs are such low-hanging fruit. They know it, and so do you.
But what you don't know, is how much, APs also, really, really, really fking suck, and hurt people, themselves.
I'll at least speak for myself on that point. Now I have to go finish this move. God who cares about physical space. I hope people found insight in this. I hope APs heed my warning, and I hope that DAs enjoy this validation, but I also hope that they will remember the character it takes to deliver it, and endeavor always to offer the best of their own character towards APs.
We can learn everything that we need to from the way we've been hurting each other. I believe that. We have the tools and resources. I'm now absolutely trapped within the requirement, for my self worth, that I finally rectify these issues in me, and stop causing damage, and honor the ones I've hurt, and just maybe, give myself an actual fighting chance, at not dying alone.
I'm afraid to try, because I don't know what I'm doing, or how it works. But I am beyond desperate, and soon I will find out what trying to fully heal your core attachment wound looks like, for me. I can't really spend my time doing anything else, because the only thing I feel for the last several days in a row, is shame. Mutual blockageddon was induced (my fault, but hey, what was even left?) and I can't even apologize to her in the way she has deserved this entire time.
I will soon find a way to attempt to reach her. To ask if I might apologize, not just for the last week's antics, or even the last year. I have some serious character flaws. My journey with this gal has struck me so deep that I am actually questioning some of my fundamental values. Like being blunt and tactless and 'honest' and 'right' but at what cost to the feelings of the people I care about?
I have been reached profoundly by all of this. I don't know if I can become who I insist I must become, but I demand it, and want to die trying. I know my exes, and maybe the avoidants reading here, think that someone like me actually pulling off the degree of change I'm talking about, seems like a joke. I know nobody believes in me and to date they've been right I haven't gotten there yet.
I'm afraid that I'm only spinning my tires. But I KNOW I am making progress intellectually, educationally, and that I am finally close to the tools and resources that I will need to truly become a person who makes the people around them feel, as incredibly loved, as they are.
I'm an atheist, but real ones know this slaps:
"Wherefore, my beloved, as ye have always obeyed, not as in my presence only, but now much more in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling" - Philippians 2:12
Oh, how the trembling continues

(Not my own church now, but one I grew up in and where my parents, siblings, and grandfather go. Dutch Reformed.)
Someone from the church was arrested, convicted, and served several months in prison for accessing/possessing child p*rn. He underwent church discipline, and was immediately repentant. He is single and in his 30s, and as part of the probation process he is living with his parents under their supervision. This all took place in the past two years or so.
He has been received back into full fellowship in the church, minus his previous work with the boys club (Cadets) for obvious reasons.
Someone who previously has served as an elder (may be currently too, I don't know) approached my single sister, who is a few years younger than the man in question, and said she should ask him out for coffee. My sister felt awkward and pressured, and after he pushed she said she'd think about it.
Two disclaimers: I have no idea if A) the man knew this older guy was going to say something to my sister or B) if this was completely of his own initiative or somehow suggested by the consistory.
This brings up the question, what is wise when it comes to someone who committed a sexual offence that is not only against our Christian beliefs but also has legal ramifications? Should such a person wait some time before seeking a spouse? Or be "clean", to use addiction language, for a time, before pursuing?
While I absolutely don't think he should be further punished, to me pushing someone to try dating him seems, well, wrong. Reality is, his past is a big piece of baggage. Unfortunately, he has borne and will continue to bear the earthly consequences of his actions, and one of those is likely that finding a spouse will be considerably harder.
What are your thoughts? Has your church dealt with a situation somewhat similar, and what do you think they did that was wise or unwise?

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Date: Liberation Day Plus Ten.
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:𒄩𒄠𒈬𒊏𒁉 of Babylon, Deep Space:
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The Shil’vati Imperium was made of black, purple, and gold, at least the few parts he had witnessed. The colours were everywhere, on everything both large and small. On their uniforms, in their buildings, their art, their technology, in their very eyes.
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Black was understandable, it was practical, clean, and professional, with a true sense of finality. Had such tones been available in the time of his rule as it was now, it would have no doubt been the ceremonial wear of all who represented the law of his lands. Black alongside white, firm and fair judgements for both accuser and accused.
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Then there was the gold.
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In some cultures yellow represented greed and avarice, but they were mistaken, so very mistaken. For wherever there was black, so to was there gold.
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Gold conquered lands. Gold turned friend against friend, brother against brother…gold ruled where iron could not, and where it did not have sway? It could purchase all the blades it needed to alter that. Countless hearts and minds of men and women had been enslaved by the lustrous metal for ages. Judging by its prominence in finery, trophies and insignia it appeared the Shil suffered from the same affliction as humanity.
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As for purple? It was as if the Shil’vati had heard of no other colour, not even the aforementioned black and gold could compete. The colour drowned out all others in a sea of monotony. The walkways and floors, walls and ceilings… the entire vessel was consumed by it.
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No efforts were attempted to add some variety to anything constructed of the coloured metal. Vehicles, industrial equipment, weapons, ships, clothing, jewellery, plates, mugs, utensils, even their taps and toilets. Their unhealthy obsession put to shame even the fervour of the ancient world.
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Purple had always been a highly sought after pigment, one which was the envy of royalty, noble, and commoners alike. Tyrian purple or Phoenecian red, those were its common names. It was so valued due to its difficulty to cultivate and manufacture, for only one location had the necessary material to create it.
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Tyre, once a place of import in the former lands of Pheonecia, more recently known as Lebanon, was the singular location to harvest the creatures used in the colour’s creation.
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Who could have imagined that such fragile and delicate existences would have had entire kingdoms and empires go mad over them? Perhaps that was the way of sentient beings, to desire that which was of little to no value? It seemed that pretty colours and shiny rocks captivated more than just humanity.
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These were his musings as a skittish soldier escorted him alongside the alien priestess to meet with Commander Tharsis. For some ill conceived reason the woman believed that he required instruction on how to address an imperial court, or how to behave as a diplomat.
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“Nin Nelva, I must once again express how appreciative I am that you have allowed me access to the Imperial code of law in such a timely fashion.” He spoke steadily to fill the silence, which had until just then only been broken by the tapping of his cane against the deck plating.
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“It was my pleasure Lord Hammaruabi, though I regret that the time between now and our arrival is hardly enough time to adequately familiarise yourself with our laws. As such, I will attempt to locate someone who can impartially assist you.” He chuckled lightly at her words.
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“You would seek to produce an individual on your peoples homeworld that would aid me in fair litigation against your very Empress? Young one, even if such a person did exist, I would have to question their sanity in painting such a target on themselves.” Nelva offered up an apologetic smile.
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“No, you need not worry yourself over my understanding of your legal proceedings for I have already completed my studies.” Both she and the escort stopped dead in their tracks.
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“There are tens of thousands of laws, hundreds of thousands of bylaws, loopholes, and precedents. Surely you have misspoken.” He could feel a proud grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
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“Millions in fact, a truly bloated abomination of bureaucracy and precedent. Nonetheless, I know them all.” Declaring boldly while tapping his head with a single finger.
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“Most in the profession spend years just covering the basics. That…that's a little unfair, wouldn’t you say?”
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“Oh my, yes unimaginably so! Before my ascension never could I have performed such a feat in an entire lifetime let alone during our brief voyage!”
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“Ascension?”
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“Ascension, elevation, evolution, enlightenment… each of us call it something; however, none have any real knowledge of the phenomena that has raised us up from mortality, nor why we were selected. There are theories amongst us of course…”
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For several minutes both women walked quietly beside him in contemplation before the young guard spoke up.
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“Do you think we have anyone like you?” A slight shiver slid up his spine while recalling the cold voice which had revealed itself to him.
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“Like myself? I could not say; however, I have… come into contact with others that I have difficulty categorising.” ‘The Voice’ had watched him work, saw as he judged the souls of the departed. It had projected itself into his very mind.
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“I really hope it's Empress Kal’dori, or Admiral Valsaren!” The names of the two historical figures meant little, but Nin Nelva nodded in approval.
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After inquiring about their identities both women regaled him with several of the women's most popular stories. The conversation was bright and bubbly, and continued right up to the room where he was to meet with the venerable Tharsis.
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Finally some light topics to enjoy, perfect to go along with a cup of noomi basra with geymar. It would be lovely to sit with the others again and reminisce.
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In the moments before the door opened, and they presented themselves to the commander, what looked to be a face peered out at their little trio from the shadows of a nearby darkened nook. It bore a striking resemblance to the reptile like Helkam, though the blackened scales, burnt out eyes, and wickedly sharpened teeth suggested something else entirely.
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The wide face splitting smile sent a shiver throughout his whole body. The primal fear he felt for his immortal soul clawed and screamed for him to cast himself into the void rather than contend with whatever demon had just now met his gaze.
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The chill that had consumed his heart, and soul while communicating with ‘The Voice’ was not present. This creature was not the same, though it was certainly just as terrifying.
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“Lord Hammurabi, what is wrong?”
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“N..nothing, let us proceed.” Whatever the creature was, they were stuck with it until they disembarked. Informing the captain and commander was sure to cause a panic, but was it his place to withhold such information?
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Would it lash out if its presence was revealed, what could such a thing even desire upon this ship?
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:Tengri, Spirit Walker of the Centaur Clans, [Redacted]:
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The sound of hooves clicked and clopped on the smooth grey stonework of the underground tomb. The Firstlings must have been related to the dwarves in some way, as their skill over stone and metal was awe inspiring.
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“Not scared ta be underground are ya? I know some of ya don't much care fer it.” The bright lights helped to prevent it from feeling too confining. Currently though, he was marvelling at the technology displayed. Not only the lighting, but the entire facility had been constructed without the use of magic.
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“Doesn’t bother me at all!” cheerfully quipped the dwarven runemaster.
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“Some may fear what lies beneath the earth; however, I am more concerned about what is imprisoned down here with us. What could possibly require such an elaborate prison to contain it?”
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“That’s not just a good answer, it's the right one, High Priest Tengri. Though if ya think this is elaborate some of the other facilities would blow yer mind.” Murphy responded with a wry grin.
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The elder Murphy had come to him for counsel after hearing those of the Outrider Clan retelling the deeds of the First, and the liberation of the tribes to the curious warriors of this world who had seemingly no knowledge of the great one.
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Such a thing was…unacceptable. How could the land of the First be ignorant of them? It was a travesty that could not be abided, all would know of the Savior. There was much work to be done now that the Belief had been restored.
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The dark spirits had been of particular interest to the aged man, and inquired if any of Fantasy knew how they had been bested.
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While it had not initially been understood how the First had scoured the cruel masters from existence, the fear of their return prompted the ancestors to beseech the Chain Breaker’s instruction on how they might be dealt with.
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The sacred rights required to purge such vile and wicked entities had thankfully only ever been practised, and by the First he had prayed that they would never need to perform them in earnest.
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The heavy footsteps of the black clad soldiers echoed loudly as each footfall from the men seemed more weighty than their frames should have allowed.
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“The old fooker is up ahead. You and your boys ready fer this?” Several powerful soothsayers, and priests, including the one who would eventually succeed him readied themselves.
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“Ready?! Course we are, aint that right ya prancin ponies? Let us show these Firstlings how we smite unholy demons!” The rowdy runesmith thumped his chest with a loud bellow.
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“Now that’s what I like ta hear!” The stout dwarf barely seemed encumbered while bearing the sanctified ward stone on his back, despite it quite easily being twice his size.
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“The bastarda dies today, Fletcher. You can count on it.” Came the quiet voice of one of the masked warriors nearby
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The clip clopping sound of hoof on stone soon became a clinking sound as they proceeded deeper into the abyss.
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The floors, walls and even ceiling were all made of dull grey metal, the amount of time and material used to create this prison must have been staggering. The forges and smiths must have worked tirelessly!
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“By the Stone, I…I don't see any seams. But how?” The formerly boisterous craftsmen wondered aloud.
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“We all make it out of this, an I’ll be more than happy to show ya.”
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"Then let us not delay, for there is righteous work ta be done and secret knowledge ta be learned!" Dwarven enthusiasm always found a way of lighting even the darkest of times.
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Truly one of their people's greatest of strengths. In addition to their martial prowess, unyielding will, and mastery of runecraft all of Fantasy should be thankful the dwellers of the underground had always preferred to build rather than conquer or destroy.
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"Teacher, I sense great and terrible evil ahead. It is… There are no words I know of that would describe the dread I now feel." Andoras whispered while tightly clutching his staff.
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The stag was the bravest of their order and second in power only to himself. If the foe ahead could instil such fear then what a truly malevolent force it certainly was.
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"I feel it as well, but do not hold doubt within your heart, my successor. We shall expunge the foul being. We wil- Halt!"
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The procession stopped immediately at the outburst.
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"What's wrong, we're almost there?" Murphy called back from further ahead.
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"Can you not see it, do you not feel it?" A dark miasma licked at the metal material before them. Peering further down the hallway, It had enveloped the entirety of their path ahead.
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"You said that you did not understand how our enemy was able to 'teleport' , did you not Murphy?"
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"Aye, I recall sayin somethin like that."
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Moving past the others he came to the edge of the undulating shadows. Tendrils of filth stretched and grew as if reaching towards the exit.
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Despite the distance from the dark one even his own blind eyes could see the twisted and foetid wretch that awaited them.
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Stepping forth onto the surface filled him with disgust, and simultaneously drew the attention creatures attention towards them.
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Perhaps the dread thing knew it was being observed as the opened maw twitched and split into an even blacker abyss of pain and torment and mimed laughter.
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“Well, dun keep us in suspense.”
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“It has claimed the surrounding surfaces, perhaps even the very earth around us as its own dominion. It sees us… feels us… wants us. The corruption that is invisible to you very likely expands its reach.”
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“Fook, that’d explain a few things. Thing One, go back an make sure the site staff know about that. Ya know, in case we all end up dead, or worse. ” ‘Thing One’ performed the strange hand movement most of the Firstling’s warriors did when in the presence of their commanders and swiftly departed.
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“You think we will fail!? The High Priest will destroy the abomination!” One of the brash stallions shouted.
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The humans were unmoved, and their leader simply smiled and replied, “I aven’t lived this long takin chances, boy.” The simple statement was followed by muffled chuckling.
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The horrid devourer smiled along with them, clearly enjoying the entertainment.
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“It is amused by us.”
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“That so? Ya got anything for that?”
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“I believe we just might. Dvalin, activate the wardstone.” Dvalin’s face lit up and nodded vigorously as he carefully set the artefact down. It did not take more than a few moments for the runes of purification to begin glowing softly as they gently warmed the surrounding area. .
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“Lesse if that old fooker is still smiling after this.”
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:Names are for Children, Stonehenge Fortress:
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"An Bert here comes tearin outta nowhere an bodies the giant purple cu-
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"ya can't say cunt on the telly, ya daft bastard. What would your mum say?"
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“But ya just did, Jim! Mrs. Liz is gonna give it ta ya now!” While the two children squabled, the forced dopey grin remained.
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Even a week after the fighting had ended, the alien reporters were still conducting interviews. Unfortunately he had been caught on tape rescuing these two fools.
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The others had not been pleased.
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“Hey Bert, you okay bruv?” Once again the camera was back on him.
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"Course I am, just thinkin how happy I am we all made it out alive and well!” Big joyful laugh followed by wrapping arms around both men, keep smiling.
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“Well it was nice talking to you, but I’m really hungry, and they are serving shepherd's pie for dinner tonight!” Wave at the camera enthusiastically, hug the reporter and lumber off.
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“Bert’s a bit simple, but he’s a good lad.” “Strong as an ox too!” The unfinished had poor hearing and expected him not to catch the last bit, or perhaps they believed ‘simple Bert’ wouldn't take offence.
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The two were ‘fully grown’ and still behaved as children, it was disgusting. The young were meant to grow up, it was the way of the natural world. To put away their toys, their foolish far fetched dreams, and embrace reality.
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Adults were stronger, faster, more intelligent, self sufficient, and the final stage of humanity. Up until the accursed gateway opened, such a fact had been… indisputable. Children were not supposed to be superior to their adult counterparts.
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The others all agreed, something had to be done; however, unlike the petulant tantrums of the lessers, they would adapt and thrive.
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Some still naively believed that they could continue as normal, but the secret organisation that stalked their kind had cornered them after the battle. If not for the connection to Arthur’s forces would have been immediately terminated.
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It was humiliating to scrape and kneel before the domesticates, but the balance now weighed heavily in their favour. The Shil’vati… spitting at the mere thought of their wretched race had mandated the roentgen screening planetwide, and while their rule had been supplanted, the testing remained.
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There would be no place to hide, no escape or chance to grow their numbers. His concealed lower hands clenched tightly in frustration.
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Moving through the crowds of children, aliens, and the creatures from beyond the Gate unnerved him. Where once they had been the apex predators of the world, now the Adults were nothing before the might of the children’s magic.
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The ‘growings’ had rendered them unable to understand even the basic process of the ‘magic’ which was becoming far too common among the incomplete ones. A number of the others had attempted to learn, but whether through verbal instruction or written text none had succeeded.
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Those same others described significant discomfort, heard only garbled words or saw blank pages. The fools… it was logical that magic was out of their reach. Magic required belief, and they had all grown up.
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Walking past one of the sentient wolf creatures caused it to cringe, and stare fearfully in his direction. He smiled smugly, at least some of the creatures from the otherside knew their place.
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It did not take long to arrive at the meeting place, and once the last of the stragglers joined them, they could begin. Normally at such a gathering they would fight to establish dominance; however, that little detail had already been worked out prior. All that was left was to ensure everyone was on the same page.
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“The failures grow stronger while we wait and do nothing. This is unacceptable.” Multiple voices expressed their distaste and declared it was demeaning to take orders from the not yet finished. Though true, It was an indignity they would be forced to endure.
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“Be silent.” The others obeyed. Arthur had placed him in charge, and none would disobey the commands of the alpha.
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Logic and instinct warred against pride, but for all present the former had won out. Those who did not accept the new order were…. removed.
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“You have all witnessed the strength and power of the failures, of the dragon Tharnok, of the immortals. You have seen their ferocity and bloodlust.” The others shivered and hunched over, attempting and failing to make themselves smaller.
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“If they and the other unfinished are failures… what does that make us?” He challenged them. None rose to accept.
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“It does not matter, we are superior, we are grown!” One of the few freshly changed angrily shouted.
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“Unless you wish to die or leave with the aliens, you WILL do as you have been told.” Looks of disgust bloomed on the features of each of the others. The failures and children were one thing, they could be tolerated; however, the aliens were beyond inferior. Beyond redemption.
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With all their technological might, and biological advantages they still failed to keep mere children in line.
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Pathetic.
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A few other minor concerns were voiced, and instructions were given. After this, they would not meet again unless forced to.
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“Now… is there anything else?”
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"We have no females. If we cannot change the young, we will die out!" The new adult had repeatedly skirted the line of disrespecting his authority, an example may need to be made in the future.
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"Restrain yourself, do not behave as a child would. We must wait. They are watching us, and we shall use them to procure the females." There would be opportunities to help others grow up, all they had to do was be patient.
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Thank you to u/BlueFishcake for the setting and my editor u/0rreborre and to all those who have contributed to the SCP universe for years. Happy Easter everyone, hope the Easter Bunny is good to you!
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:𒄩𒄠𒈬𒊏𒁉 - Hammurabi in Akkadian Cuneiform.
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Nin - The Sumerian word NIN was used to denote a queen or a priestess, and is often translated as "lady".
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Purple Dye - In the ancient world it was only obtainable by using the secretions of several speciesof predatory sea snails.
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Noomi Basra - Dried lime tea.
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Geymar - Iraqi clotted cream.
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Bastarda - I assume you can figure this one out.
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SCP 1788 - The Adults
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Failures/Unfinished/Children - The names the Adults have for the rest of humanity.

Everything in my inventory is up for trade. The most valuable items are listed here, the rest you can find in My Inventory

Feel free to Add Me or even better send a Trade Offer. Open for any suggestions: upgrades, downgrades / knives, gloves, skins / stickers, patterns, floats.

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KNIVES

★ Butterfly Knife Freehand FN #1, B/O: $1867

★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water MW, B/O: $1098

★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel BS, B/O: $907

★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet FT, B/O: $789

★ Butterfly Knife Stained FT, B/O: $695

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★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth MW #1, B/O: $888

★ Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $727

★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 2) FN, B/O: $608

★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $521

★ Bayonet Rust Coat BS, B/O: $253

★ Bayonet Night FT, B/O: $251

★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Lore MW, B/O: $751

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★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $1343

★ Karambit Damascus Steel FT, B/O: $774

★ Karambit Rust Coat BS, B/O: $537

★ Karambit Boreal Forest FT, B/O: $488

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★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN, B/O: $1523

★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN, B/O: $1523

★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $1008

★ M9 Bayonet Blue Steel FT, B/O: $534

★ M9 Bayonet Rust Coat BS, B/O: $449

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★ Flip Knife Fade FN, B/O: $703

★ Flip Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 1) MW, B/O: $509

★ Flip Knife Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $406

★ Flip Knife Freehand FT, B/O: $228

★ StatTrak™ Flip Knife Bright Water FN, B/O: $332

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★ Falchion Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN, B/O: $292

★ Falchion Knife Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $264

★ Falchion Knife Marble Fade FN, B/O: $258

★ Falchion Knife Bright Water MW, B/O: $133

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★ Stiletto Knife Fade FN, B/O: $822

★ Stiletto Knife Slaughter FN, B/O: $569

★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $530

★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web FT, B/O: $396

★ StatTrak™ Stiletto Knife Scorched FT, B/O: $172

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★ Gut Knife Doppler (Sapphire) MW #1, B/O: $830

★ Gut Knife Fade FN, B/O: $204

★ Gut Knife Tiger Tooth FN, B/O: $138

★ Gut Knife Bright Water MW, B/O: $104

★ Gut Knife Freehand FT, B/O: $92

★ Gut Knife Urban Masked FT, B/O: $82

★ StatTrak™ Gut Knife Rust Coat BS, B/O: $93

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★ Shadow Daggers Fade FN, B/O: $258

★ Shadow Daggers Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $165

★ Shadow Daggers Blue Steel FT, B/O: $82

★ Shadow Daggers Bright Water FT, B/O: $82

★ Shadow Daggers Blue Steel WW, B/O: $80

★ Shadow Daggers Rust Coat BS, B/O: $74

★ StatTrak™ Shadow Daggers Marble Fade FN, B/O: $186

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★ Classic Knife Slaughter MW, B/O: $311

★ StatTrak™ Classic Knife Stained BS, B/O: $163

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★ Talon Knife Slaughter MW, B/O: $605

★ Talon Knife Scorched MW, B/O: $290

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★ Ursus Knife Marble Fade FN, B/O: $405

★ Ursus Knife Night Stripe MW, B/O: $162

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★ Paracord Knife Stained WW, B/O: $125

★ Paracord Knife Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $97

★ Paracord Knife Safari Mesh FT, B/O: $96

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★ Navaja Knife Safari Mesh FT, B/O: $71

★ Navaja Knife Scorched WW, B/O: $71

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★ Nomad Knife Fade FN, B/O: $1015

★ Skeleton Knife, B/O: $909

★ Bowie Knife Boreal Forest MW, B/O: $106

★ Survival Knife Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $97

GLOVES

★ Driver Gloves Crimson Weave FT, B/O: $335

★ Driver Gloves King Snake BS, B/O: $270

★ Driver Gloves Lunar Weave WW, B/O: $113

★ Driver Gloves Overtake WW, B/O: $88

★ Driver Gloves Overtake BS, B/O: $67

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★ Moto Gloves Transport MW, B/O: $171

★ Moto Gloves Polygon BS, B/O: $137

★ Moto Gloves Transport WW, B/O: $71

★ Moto Gloves 3rd Commando Company BS, B/O: $62

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★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono WW, B/O: $1027

★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike FT, B/O: $654

★ Specialist Gloves Mogul FT, B/O: $295

★ Specialist Gloves Lt. Commander FT, B/O: $277

★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web FT, B/O: $275

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★ Sport Gloves Slingshot FT, B/O: $796

★ Sport Gloves Amphibious BS #2, B/O: $699

★ Sport Gloves Omega FT, B/O: $656

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★ Broken Fang Gloves Unhinged BS, B/O: $60

WEAPONS

AK-47 Case Hardened BS, B/O: $130

AK-47 Bloodsport MW, B/O: $79

AK-47 Fuel Injector BS, B/O: $76

AK-47 Fuel Injector BS, B/O: $76

AK-47 Bloodsport FT, B/O: $70

AK-47 Neon Rider MW, B/O: $60

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AWP Fade FN, B/O: $864

AWP BOOM MW, B/O: $84

AWP Containment Breach FT, B/O: $69

AWP Containment Breach FT, B/O: $69

AWP Wildfire FT, B/O: $59

AWP Chromatic Aberration FN, B/O: $59

StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast FT, B/O: $65

StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast FT, B/O: $65

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Desert Eagle Blaze FN, B/O: $565

Desert Eagle Blaze FN, B/O: $565

Desert Eagle Printstream FN, B/O: $155

Desert Eagle Cobalt Disruption FN, B/O: $58

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M4A1-S Icarus Fell FN, B/O: $414

M4A1-S Printstream MW, B/O: $204

M4A1-S Printstream MW, B/O: $204

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M4A4 Poseidon FN, B/O: $1402

M4A4 The Emperor FN, B/O: $152

M4A4 Asiimov WW, B/O: $97

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USP-S Kill Confirmed MW, B/O: $65

USP-S Printstream FT, B/O: $69

StatTrak™ USP-S Kill Confirmed FT, B/O: $123

StatTrak™ USP-S Neo-Noir FN, B/O: $106

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AUG Flame Jörmungandr FN, B/O: $218

P2000 Ocean Foam FN, B/O: $139

Souvenir SSG 08 Death Strike MW, B/O: $81

CZ75-Auto Emerald Quartz MW, B/O: $61

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Commander, Crimson Web, Mogul, Forest DDPAT, Buckshot), Sport Gloves (Pandora's Box, Superconductor, Hedge Maze, Vice, Amphibious, Slingshot, Omega, Arid, Big Game, Nocts, Scarlet Shamagh, Bronze Morph), Hydra Gloves (Case Hardened, Emerald, Rattler, Mangrove), Broken Fang Gloves (Jade, Yellow-banded, Unhinged, Needle Point), Pistols - P2000 (Wicked Sick, Ocean Foam, Fire Element, Amber Fade, Corticera, Chainmail, Imperial Dragon, Obsidian, Scorpion, Handgun, Acid Etched), USP-S (Printstream, Kill Confirmed, Whiteout, Road Rash, Owergrowth, The Traitor, Neo-Noir, Dark Water, Orion, Blueprint, Stainless, Caiman, Serum, Monster Mashup, Royal Blue, Ancient Visions, Cortex, Orange Anolis, Ticket To Hell, Black Lotus, Cyrex, Check Engine, Guardian, Purple DDPAT, Torque, Blood Tiger, Flashback, Business Class, Pathfinder, Para Green), Lead Conduit, Glock-18 (Umbral Rabbit, Fade, Candy Apple, Bullet Queen, Synth Leaf, Neo-Noir, Nuclear Garden, Dragon Tatto, Reactor, Pink DDPAT, Twilight Galaxy, Sand Dune, Groundwater, Blue Fissure, Snack Attack, Water Elemental, Brass, Wasteland Rebel, Vogue, Franklin, Royal Legion, Gamma Doppler, Weasel, Steel Disruption, Ironwork, Grinder, High Beam, Moonrise, Oxide Blaze, Bunsen Burner, Clear Polymer, Bunsen Burner, Night), P250 (Re.built, Nuclear Threat, Modern Hunter, Splash, Whiteout, Vino Primo, Mehndi, Asiimov, Visions, Undertow, Cartel, See Ya Later, Gunsmoke, Splash, Digital Architect, Muertos, Red Rock, Bengal Tiger, Crimson Kimono, Wingshot, Metallic DDPAT, Hive, Dark Filigree, Mint Kimono), Five-Seven (Neon Kimono, Berries And Cherries, Fall Hazard, Crimson Blossom, Hyper Beast, Nitro, Fairy Tale, Case Hardened, Copper Galaxy, Angry Mob, Monkey Business, Fowl Play, Anodized Gunmetal, Hot Shot, Retrobution, Boost Protocol), CZ75-Auto (Chalice, Crimson Web, Emerald Quartz, The Fuschia is Now, Nitro, Xiangliu, Yellow Jacket, Victoria, Poison Dart, Syndicate, Eco, Hexane, Pole, Tigris), Tec-9 (Rebel, Terrace, Nuclear Threat, Hades, Rust Leaf, Decimator, Blast From, Orange Murano, Toxic, Fuel Injector, Remote Control, Bamboo Forest, Isaac, Avalanche, Brother, Re-Entry, Blue Titanium, Bamboozle), R8 Revolver (Banana Cannon, Fade, Blaze, Crimson Web, Liama Cannon, Crazy 8, Reboot, Canal Spray, Night, Amber Fade), Desert Eagle (Blaze, Hand Cannon, Fennec Fox, Sunset Storm, Emerald Jörmungandr, Pilot, Hypnotic, Golden Koi, Printstream, Cobalt Disruption, Code Red, Ocean Drive, Midnight Storm, Kumicho Dragon, Crimson Web, Heirloom, Night Heist, Mecha Industries, Night, Conspiracy, Trigger Discipline, Naga, Directive, Light Rail), Dual Berettas (Flora Carnivora, Duelist, Cobra Strike, Black Limba, Emerald, Hemoglobin, Twin Turbo, Marina, Melondrama, Pyre, Retribution, Briar, Dezastre, Royal Consorts, Urban Shock, Dualing Dragons, Panther, Balance), Rifles - 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First off I'm a mod on TyneeBoard_Official mainly because the old sub kinda died in the ass and couldn't be revived so when the new one started I wanted to be a redundancy so there was an active place on reddit for people like me with Tynee boards to go to get answers or share stuff with each other.
I'm completely independent otherwise, and owe a lot to the ElectricSkateboarding because I lived through you people for a year while I researched what board and safety gear to buy :)
Also sorry for any formatting issues, things went a bit sideways from the word doc to here.
With that out of the way here's my thoughts on the Tynee Hydro wheels:
Introduction:

• Tynee Hydro Wheels – Reason for switch from 90mm PU was for comfort and better grip across a few different surfaces.
• First impressions and overview.

Design and Build Quality:

• Design is simple, minimalist and has a bit of a classic look like white wall tyres. Visual inspection shows nothing of concern, though not sure why the tread pattern does not point in one direction like car tyres generally do.
• Build quality feels good and the only source of rattles or noise is from the spacers between the bearings.

Performance:

• Performance on the following surfaces:
  • Garage floor (known for being hard to brake on) – Brakes slow but no slide
  • Road surface – Great
  • Rough road surface (vibrations) – Good
  • Gravel/light dirt surface – Good
  • Grass – Great
  • Debris I’d normally avoid – No problems at all
• Performance quality in the following areas:
  • Acceleration (Speed mode 4) – Feels a little more relaxed than the 90mm PU
  • Ride comfort (vs 90mm) – Small improvement
  • Cornering – Good
  • Braking from 20kph – Around 6m on Speed mode 2
• Feedback from wheels while normal riding - Good

Durability:

• After first use – No signs of unreasonable wear (I should hope not)
• Will have to evaluate after a few weeks/months for any signs of cracking, chipping or breaking.

Value:

• With current exchange rates wheels are $178.90AUD.
  • Shipping will vary but for me was like $80AUD.
  • There is also a pop up on the website that offers you $20USD off.

Should you get it: Kinda depends on your specific use case and overall cost to get it where you are compared to other wheels of this kind (like the Exway one). For me it was a good choice in the end, but your circumstances might be different where you'd rather get something else.
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Now for the detailed section.
Design and Build Quality:
The design is nice and simple, though the tread pattern seems a bit odd that it’s not pointing the same way, though I believe there are other manufacturers that do this too (though not many). The wheels feel good in the hands and there’s nothing that feels compromising. The pulleys and belt all fit well and without much effort, that is if you use the correct belts unlike me in the beginning because I was too excited and got my belts mixed up. The fit and finish was great and there was no rubbing or scraping or any issues with fit at all.
Performance:
Garage floor (known for being hard to brake on) – Normally with PU wheels if I was going along at 20kph and got on the brakes here I’d almost end up in the garage door (only did once), but with the Hydro wheels I was able to brake more consistently without sliding but the overall braking was slower. I count this as a win because there is now predictability I didn’t really have before.
Road surface – Braking on the road felt much stronger but also weaker for some reason. When the brakes were applied hard at the start while at speed, the board slowed down considerably but felt like it took a little longer to come to a complete stop. This could however have been to the fact that the battery was around 30%. I tested this again during the range test today and it seems the harder braking at higher speeds compared to almost stopped speed is more pronounced.
Rough road surface (vibrations) – Road vibration (from shared paths that are like rough roads that haven’t been surfaced right) has definitely decreased but it feels like it’s only down by 10-20% or so. Going over corrugations in the footpath or shared paths feels a lot more comfortable and less impactful than the stock 90mm PU wheels. There was also a section of path that had a lot of little tree seeds/nuts/crap and what I can only seem to describe as “road acne” which the Hydro wheels did pretty well with and behaved a fair bit more predictably.
Gravel/light dirt surface – Going over gravel and loose dirt surfaces feel about 30% better and the braking on here has improved considerably from the 90mm PU wheels. The ride also feels like it’s a bit more predictable and requires less correction.
Grass – Riding on grass with the Hydro wheels was like night and day compared to the PU wheels. The PU wheels would be super bumpy no matter how level the grass and soil surface was and if it hit a bump that was too high it would likely get bogged immediately after. The Hydro wheels just let me go and go and go and gave me a lot of traction.
Debris I’d normally avoid – When I tried the Hydro wheels over some patches of road that were a little broken up and went over some sticks that were maybe 30mm in diameter the board still stayed pretty stable and didn’t jerk me around or give me any harsh bumps. I also did something that I though was a bit stupid (because why not) and in speed mode 1 set cruise control at full throttle going about at ~16kph. I then went off the paved path onto the grass/bushy area to the side, which only dropped the board speed down to about 12kph and I thought that was fair to be honest. Regardless the board still was able to continue comfortably albeit at a slower pace. Again on the way home I cut across a patch of wood chips (don’t do this) to get onto another path, which at the slow speed almost sent me off but from the drop in speed, where once I got my balance back the board kept plodding along till I could get back onto the path. This has basically been an experience of that expression where you bite together and suck air through your teeth and make that oh no face, but then are pleasantly surprised.
Acceleration (Speed mode 4) – This would be best done after the low-speed range test. So before I started the low-speed range test I accelerated all the way down my street because I’m a weak man and had a rough day at work. The acceleration was easier to brace for compared to the 90mm PU wheels by like 30% I’d say, and after around 130m I peaked at 40kph by the remote. It’s nice to know I can go at that speed and have the board still be fairly stable but still let me know I better watch my manners, though I don’t see myself going that speed much in the future, I’m perfectly happy with 30kph to be honest, though more torque in the future I can see being alluring.
Ride comfort (vs 90mm) – Overall my initial impression of the ride comfort is that it’s about a 20% improvement over the PU wheels, assuming you have a flexible deck like I do. The segmentation's in the concrete paths definitely feel a little better and the general vibration is down from what it used to be but nothing earth shattering.
Cornering – The board can carry much more speed through corners and turns now, to the point where one turn I usually need to lean back a decent amount to get through, I ended up running off the board because I didn’t need to lean that much at all at that speed anymore. There is much more grip and the limit of grip seems like it will take a bit to find in the dry. I’m not sure how to describe this but it also feels like when I try to turn, there is more linearity to the action, like the motion of turning is more efficient compared to the PU wheels.
Braking from 20kph – For this I had to be in Speed mode 2 and I think I was a little bit over but from memory I managed to stop pretty quickly on a slight decline over the span of 2-3 car park spaces which should be around 4-6 meters. The braking felt decent through the last bit to get to a complete stop seemed a little weak, but I suppose at that point you just step off anyway.
Feedback from wheels while normal riding – Hard to say but the feedback seems to be about the same or very close to the PU wheels, though I’d need to take this to the limit of its grip to say for sure, but in terms of normal riding around there’s not much to notice, which could be in part related to an increase in comfort.
Durability:
After first use – No signs of unreasonable wear (I should hope not), though the white core of the wheels is a little dirty. I also have not seen any strange wear and tear on the wheels from rubbing or scraping or anything like that, and after running over some metal object on the road there seems to be no marks or damage on the wheels either.
After the second day of my range test, I noticed a strange sound coming from one of the wheels and the belt was not sitting right. When I get home I noticed my motor mounts also seemed to have a bit of movement in them, so I took the wheels off and did a bit of maintenance. The sound and belt were due to a small wood chip/seed in the pulley, which I promptly removed and the issue was gone. Mounts were also tightened but I need to buy some Loctite.
Value:
With current exchange rates wheels are $178.90AUD, which seems like a lot but cloud wheels would cost roughly $224UAD (not including shipping for either), and Momentum hollow wheels are around $246-266UAD off Amazon currently. So, at best a $40-60AUD difference on base price without factoring in shipping (because shipping to Aus makes me sad).
Shipping will vary based on your location and method but for me was like $80AUD for air freight, and arrived in around 10 days.
There is also a pop up on the Tynee website that offers you $20USD off, so that’s something at least.
Given the performance to cost in my personal situation, I would rather go with something like the Tynee off road kit as it’s pneumatic which I believe would give me much better comfort and, though the trade-off would be the big hit to range, and having to deal with things like punctures and wheel balancing, so this will come down to what your use case is. If you want a little improvement in comfort but much more grip and increased performance and reliability in the wet compared to 90mm PU wheels or possibly cloud wheels (never had them before) then this would be a good choice in my opinion. Though from other things I've seen on here I might try the Hollow wheels at some stage, maybe the extra 60AUD would give much greater comfort.
Though now as I’m a little over half way through my range test (Speed mode 1 only so I can compare with my PU wheels range test in the best case) and I’m thinking maybe these were actually a good choice for me. I do like to ride and these are currently at 19.8km done and I’m actually thinking I’ll get the marketed range with the estimate from Tynee of 10% less range.
Other Thoughts:
Lifespan – With PU wheels they seem to be able to wear down pretty damn far before they become unusable, though the Hydro Wheels are basically limited to the rubber layer and once that fails, you’re basically left with PU grooved wheels. The wheels and rubber designed for the wet makes me wonder how they will do in hotter weather and climates when the road can get rather hot, and if this will cause the wheels to wear faster (I guess I will have to wait till the end of the year to test that in the Aussie summer).
If you have any questions or want me to try something so you can get a better idea of these, let me know and I'll try and help as best I can.

(These are PFF rankings BTW)I got newfound appreciation for people who do these lmao, cause wow this took forever, & I didn’t even explain my picks like some do. 1. Carolina Panthers- C.J. Stroud - QB - Ohio State 2. Houston Texans - Bryce Young - QB - Alabama 3. Arizona Cardinals - Will Anderson Jr. - ED - Alabama 4. Indianapolis Colts - Will Levis - QB Kentucky - Kentucky 5. Atlanta Falcons(TRADE) - Jalen Carter - DT - Georgia 6. Detroit Lions - Christian Gonzalez - CB - Oregon 7. Las Vegas Raiders - Anthony Richardson - QB - Florida 8. Seattle Seahawks(TRADE)- Tyree Wilson - ED - Texas Tech 9. Chicago Bears - Paris Johnson Jr - OT - Ohio State 10. Philadelphia Eagles - Peter Skoronski- OT/iOL - Northwestern 11. Tennessee Titans - Quentin Johnston - WR - TCU 12. Houston Texans - Calijah Kancey - DL - Pittsburgh 13. New York Jets - Anton Harrison - OT - Oklahoma 14. Pittsburgh Steelers(TRADE)- Devon Witherspoon - CB - Illinois 15. Green Bay Packers - Dalton Kincaid - TE - Utah 16. Washington Commanders - Joey Porter Jr - CB - Penn State 17. New England Patriots - Lukas Van Ness - ED - Iowa 18. Detroit Lions - Bryan Breese - DL - Clemson 19. Tampa Bay Buccaneers - Michael Mayer - TE - Notre Dame 20. Seattle Seahawks - O’Cyrus Torrence - G - Florida 21. New York Giants(TRADE)- Jaxon Smith-Njigba - WR - Ohio State 22. Baltimore Ravens - Zay Flowers - WR - Boston College 23. Minnesota Vikings - Deonte Banks - CB - Maryland 24. Jacksonville Jaguars - Nolan Smith - ED - Georgia 25. LA Chargers - Jordan Addison - WR - USC 26. Dallas Cowboys - Mazi Smith - DL - Michigan 27. Buffalo Bills - Bijan Robinson - RB - Texas 28. Cincinnati Bengals - Myles Murphy - ED - Clemson 29. New Orlean Saints - Will McDonald IV - ED - Iowa State 30. Philadelphia Eagles - Brian Branch - S - Alabama 31. Kansas City Chiefs - Jalin Hyatt - WR - Tennessee 32. Pittsburgh Steelers - Broderick Jones - T - Georgia 33. Houston Texans - Josh Downs - WR - North Carolina 34. Arizona Cardinals - Emmanuel Forbes - CB - Mississippi State 35. Indianapolis Colts - Dawand Jones - OT - Ohio State 36. LA Rams - Felix Anudike-Uzomah - ED - Kansas State 37. Seattle Seahawks - Nathaniel Dell - WR - Houston 38. Las Vegas Raiders - Cam Smith - CB - South Carolina 39. Carolina Panthers - Michael Wilson - WR - Stanford 40. New Orlean Saints - Steve Avila - G - TCU 41. Tennessee Titans - Joe Tippmann - C - Wisconsin 42. New York Jets - BJ Ojulari - ED - LSU 43. New York Jets - Jack Campbell - LB - Iowa 44. Atlanta Falcons - Adetomiwa Adebawore - ED - Northwestern 45. Green Bay Packers - Antonio Johnson - S - Texas A&M 46. New England Patriots - Matthew Bergeron - OT - Syracuse 47. Washington Commanders - Tanner McKee - QB - Stanford 48. Detroit Lions - Luke Musgrave - TE - Oregon State 49. Pittsburgh Steelers - Daiyan Henley - LB - Washington State 50. Tampa Bay Buccaneers- Sydney Brown - S - Illinois 51. Miami Dolphins - Sam LaPorta - TE - Iowa 52. Seattle Seahawks - Tyrique Stevenson - CB - Miami(FL) 53. Chicago Bears - Luke Wypler - C - Ohio State 54. LA Chargers - Garrett Williams - CB - Syracuse 55. Detroit Lions - A.T. Perry - WR - Wake Forest 56. Jacksonville Jaguars - Tre'Vius Hodges-Tomlinson - CB - TCU 57. New York Giants - John Michael Schmitz - C - Minnesota 58. Dallas Cowboys - Jahmyr Gibbs - RB - Alabama 59. Buffalo Bills - Drew Sanders - LB - Arkansas 60. Cincinnati Bengals - Eli Ricks - CB - Alabama 61. Chicago Bears - Tuli Tuipulotu - ED - USC 62. Philadelphia Eagles - Zach Charbonnet - RB - UCLA 63. Kansas City Chiefs - Andre Carter II - ED - Army 64. Chicago Bears - Rashee Rice - WR - SMU 65. Houston Texans - Karl Brooks - ED - Bowling Green 66. Arizona Cardinals - Nick Herbig - ED - Wisconsin 67. Denver Broncos - Julius Brents - CB - Kansas State 68. Denver Broncos - Siaki Ika - DL - Baylor 69. LA Rams - Devon Achane - RB - Texas A&M 70. Las Vegas Raiders - Jammie Robinson - S - Florida State 71. New Orlean Saints - Keeanu Benton - DL - Wisconsin 72. Tennessee Titans - Darnell Washington - TE - Georgia 73. Houston Texans - Jordan Battle - S - Alabama 74. Cleveland Browns - Isaiah Foskey - ED - Notre Dame 75. Atlanta Falcons - Tyler Scott - WR - Cincinnati 76. New England Patriots - Trenton Simpson - LB - Clemson 77. LA Rams - Darnell Wright - OT - Tennessee 78. Green Bay Packers - Parker Washington- WR - Penn State 79. Indianapolis Colts - Clark Phillips III - CB - Utah 80. New England Patriots(PIT) - Hendon Hooker - QB - Tennessee 81. Detroit Lions - DeWayne McBride - RB - UAB 82. Tampa Bay Buccaneers - Derick Hall - ED - Auburn 83. Seattle Seahawks - Moro Ojomo - DL - Texas 84. Miami Dolphins - Tank Bigsby - RB - Auburn 85. LA Chargers - Dorian Williams - LB - Tulane 86. Baltimore Ravens - Isaiah McGuire - ED - Missouri 87. Minnesota Vikings - Kayshon Boutte - WR - LSU 88. Jacksonville Jaguars - Tucker Kraft - TE - South Dakota State 89. New York Giants - Keele Ringo - CB - Georgia 90. Dallas Cowboys - DeMarvion Overshown - LB - Texas 91. Buffalo Bills - Darius Rush - CB - South Carolina 92. Cincinnati Bengals - Luke Schoonmaker - TE - Michigan 93. Carolina Panther - Keion White - ED - Georgia Tech 94. Philadelphia Eagles - Cedric Tillman - WR - Tennessee 95. Kansas City Chiefs - Jaylon Jones - CB - Texas A&M 96. Arizona Cardinals - Cody Mauch - OT/OL - North Dakota State 97. Washington Commanders - Kendre Miller - RB - TCU 98. Cleveland Browns - KJ Henry - ED - Clemson 99. San Francisco 49ers - Jaelyn Duncan - OT - Maryland 100. Las Vegas Raiders - Kobie Turner - DL - Wake Forest 101. San Francisco 49ers - Jayden Reed - WR - Michigan State 102. San Francisco 49ers - Christopher Smith - S - Georgia 103. Chicago Bears - Deuce Vaughn - RB - Kansas State 104. Houston Texans - Tyjae Spears - RB - Tulane 105. Arizona Cardinals- Marvin Mims - WR - Oklahoma 106. 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