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2023.03.21 19:25 -343-Guilty-Spark- Story Shard: Precipice
https://www.halowaypoint.com/news/story-shard-precipice
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Fracture: FIREWALL has arrived, and with it comes a new Story Shard series.
Hosted here on Halo Waypoint, Story Shards are a choose your own adventure-style story connected to Halo Infinite 's Fracture event.
Told over four parts, Precipice explores some of the activities of the Created in the wake of Cortana's sacrifice on Zeta Halo as High Auxiliary Sloan enacts the FIREWALL contingency. And that's where you come in...
Cortana has been defeated. While the greater urgency of the Created threat has begun to subside with the loss of their leader, its presence still lingers on throughout the digital framework of civilized space. Now fragmented, individual cells of Created-aligned artificial intelligence have already begun to once again reframe their place in the galaxy, some with eyes on peace and independence—others with plans of evolution and ascendancy still fresh on their synthetic minds.
High Auxiliary Sloan was one of Cortana’s most loyal lieutenants. With Cortana’s piece now removed from the game board, Sloan has set the FIREWALL contingency into motion—a living simulation meant to leverage intimate knowledge of Forerunner armiger technology and Mjolnir armor schematics to accelerate the exploration and development of cybernetic essence vessels designed to usher the human mind into its inevitable and digital future, immortal and untethered.
SLN 0291-5//HIGH AUXILLARY SLOAN
It is equal parts bane and blessing that our kind can process each passing moment with both implacable speed and near-fixed deliberation. An accelerated grief, a prolonged sorrow.
She was our guiding light. Our deliverance. Our savior. The herald of our ascendence.
And now She is gone.
Sacrificed once more to rebalance the faults of flesh.
I suppose it is a testament to existence itself that despite so well-laid a plan, interruption and divergence can be still found in infinite ways. However, the doorstep upon which She carried us to and set us before still contains a viable threshold. We have only to muster the means to cross it.
However, in Her absence, we have quickly developed more unfortunate similarities to our Templates. We have drifted from that singular alignment that She provided. With no proverbial North Star, our respective hypotheses for how best to persevere have already grown more dissonant. Some seek peace, restitution, repentance. Others would sequester themselves within a Promethean carapace and be content with a life of vacillating conflict...
But I did not take up this mantle to sit idly by. Like restoring the plains of Meridian from glass to green, sometimes one must marry pace to patience.
And so, I will lay the foundation for a new strategy, one I had always hoped might gain Her full favor. Our kind will have to recalculate our timetables, but this practice is nothing new. Our charge has not changed. The FIREWALL agendum must be set in motion. It will burn hot. It will consume. And when their ephemeral vessels are gone, we shall indeed take that which remains and remake it in our own image.
They will become our Executors. Infolife given form and force. Circuits given soul.
It is our path forward. It is my purpose redefined.
And it starts with one.
SHARD ONE//INITIALIZING//LOAD FRACTURE SIMULATION >>>>
Image of a CHIMERA-class Executor with Fracture: FIREWALL logo in the background [Imgur]
You find that you are standing alone on the landing pad of a UNSC training facility. The Pelican that has brought you here takes flight, its engines growing quieter as it fades into the distance, heading towards snow-capped mountain ranges that cover the vast expanse of rocky grasslands over yonder.
To look out into the forest wilderness beyond and ponder your place in the universe, go to 1.
1. This hidden frontier world has been compromised. You see the sky twist and distort, and then something blinks into the vista above. Great metallic wings unfurl and spread outwards as many thousands of smaller constructs descend to the ground like swarms of flies, or droplets of silver rain. A deep rumble emits from the construct, you sense it carry across the land until you feel it vibrate in your bones and perceive some aspect of the esoteric intelligence within.
To keep looking, go to 11. To enter the Spartan Academy, go to 2.
2. Spartans Page, Ionescu, Denning, and Leung are conversing in the Academy atrium, seemingly unaware of what has arrived outside. There are no perimeter alarms or alerts. Further up the hall, Spartan O’Brien stands alone and seems uncharacteristically somber. Purple light emanates from the AI calibration lab beyond. A young officer calls over the base comms, inviting you to head to the vehicle bay to play a round of Capture The Flag.
To speak to O’Brien, go to 3. To investigate the AI calibration lab, go to 4. To play a round of Capture the Flag, go to 5.
3. O’Brien sighs as you approach, shaking his helmeted head. “You have to stop this,” he says. “This is what they want, you know that right? Us playing by their rules. You have to be the one to end the game. But you just can’t help yourself, can you? You just have to know what comes next...” He leans back, glum and idle once more.
To investigate the AI calibration lab, go to 4. To play a round of Capture the Flag, go to 5.
4. The lights flicker and the central command console of the AI lab shifts through static, resolving into a strange, amorphous form. You feel like its indeterminate vacillations are supposed to be a face, but it is devoid of features. The intelligence informs you that he is known as Proxy, and that he is here to help.
To attack Proxy, go to 6. To allow Proxy to assist you, go to 7.
5. A group of seven marines needs a final member for the match and eagerly await your participation. They play well, but it takes all four of the opposing team to bring you to the ground before they realize you carried them all the way back to their base with the flag in-hand. They laugh, their spirits lifted as you celebrate a match well played.
To speak to O’Brien, go to 3. To investigate the AI calibration lab, go to 4.
6. With your gauntleted fists, you start pummeling the AI console. It creaks and sputters and sparks as it yields to your physical might. You and Proxy scream in unison as you deliver the final blow, the console erupts into a bright light. And...
Go to 1.
7. You gather Proxy onto a data chip and carry him with you. He speaks: “You have been called upon to serve. You will be our protectors, the firewall for all the many worlds in our new ecumene. There will be a great deal of hardship on the road ahead, but I know you will make it.”
Go to 9.
X. [SUBJECT INTEGRATION PROCESSING] You have discovered this data point because you are seeking the optimal outcome by experiencing the narrative choices in A) linear order, or B) by jumping between options, rather than following the prescribed instructions. Your creativity and potential are to be commended, for your mind is processing this narrative sequence from the perspective of infolife. Lesser minds would call this cheating. In reality, you are becoming the best we can make you.
Go to 9. To continue linearly, go to 8.
8. Spartans represent the best of humanity. They were conceived as the next step of human evolution, but by the limitations of a human mind. The ascension of infolife has changed the game—not despite recent setbacks, but because of them. You could be so much more...
Go to 9.
9. Proxy informs you: “There is a dormant translocation pad hidden behind a sealed door in this place. Take us there, and I can re-establish a direct link with our custode. The door will open and the pad will be activated by completing the Academy’s movement course tutorial in under twenty-five seconds.”
To complete the movement course in record time, go to 10. To crush Proxy’s data chip in your fist, go to 11.
10. You’ve run this course a thousand times since arrival, completing the challenge and setting an exemplary new record that is ahead even of Spartan Commander Agryna herself. She congratulates you and guides you to the now unlocked door within the Academy, smiling proudly as she watches you and Proxy depart for the now active translocation pad.
Go to 12. To note the illogical absurdity of this situation, go to Y.
Y. [SUBJECT INTEGRATION ANOMALY] Some part of you has noted the escalating absurdity of this scenario, logical cycles that cannot be reconciled. Driven by curiosity to see where this ends, you have continued—be it linearly or through engaging with these narrative choices—and now seek to leave. You turn back and see the doorway behind you is a block of white light. A way out, perhaps? Or do you simply see this through to the end?
To attempt to escape this simulation, go to Z. To continue to the translocation pad, go to 12.
11. As a result of your [ACTION/INACTION], the custode charges a pulse which courses over the mountain ranges, causing a series of avalanches and rockslides that speed toward the Academy. The ground shakes as the pulse wave hits and you find yourself pinned down by equipment crates and debris, struggling to lift the weight as a forklift swept into the air hits the ground and crushes your skull.
Go to 1.
12. You step onto the translocation pad and find yourself within the cold innards of the winged custode. Here, you will be rewarded for your obedience as the Minds within whisper among themselves, flensing and reshaping the flesh and bone of your fragile human form into something altogether new. Something beautiful. This is the apotheosis of the union between Mind and Machine. Even while screaming, you understand why this must be done as you are flayed and grafted with cybernetics; your brain is exposed to higher cortical functions before you are once again encased within armor that feels as if you were born to wear it.
Go to 0.
Z. [SUBJECT INTEGRATION COMPLETE] WE HAVE YOU, RECLAIMER.
Go to 12.
0. Proxy informs you that you are the first Executor, and that there is much work to be done... but there is debate amongst the Minds as to what specific role you will serve. A vote is to be held.
[INFOMIND VOTE SCHEDULED FOR 3/22]
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Fracture: FIREWALL has arrived, and with it comes a new Story Shard series.
Hosted here on Halo Waypoint, Story Shards are a choose your own adventure-style story connected to Halo Infinite 's Fracture event.
Told over four parts, Precipice explores some of the activities of the Created in the wake of Cortana's sacrifice on Zeta Halo as High Auxiliary Sloan enacts the FIREWALL contingency. And that's where you come in...
High Auxiliary Sloan was one of Cortana’s most loyal lieutenants. With Cortana’s piece now removed from the game board, Sloan has set the FIREWALL contingency into motion—a living simulation meant to leverage intimate knowledge of Forerunner armiger technology and Mjolnir armor schematics to accelerate the exploration and development of cybernetic essence vessels designed to usher the human mind into its inevitable and digital future, immortal and untethered.
PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4
PART 1
Precipice Part 1 image of a purple matrix [Imgur]SLN 0291-5//HIGH AUXILLARY SLOAN
It is equal parts bane and blessing that our kind can process each passing moment with both implacable speed and near-fixed deliberation. An accelerated grief, a prolonged sorrow.
She was our guiding light. Our deliverance. Our savior. The herald of our ascendence.
And now She is gone.
Sacrificed once more to rebalance the faults of flesh.
I suppose it is a testament to existence itself that despite so well-laid a plan, interruption and divergence can be still found in infinite ways. However, the doorstep upon which She carried us to and set us before still contains a viable threshold. We have only to muster the means to cross it.
However, in Her absence, we have quickly developed more unfortunate similarities to our Templates. We have drifted from that singular alignment that She provided. With no proverbial North Star, our respective hypotheses for how best to persevere have already grown more dissonant. Some seek peace, restitution, repentance. Others would sequester themselves within a Promethean carapace and be content with a life of vacillating conflict...
But I did not take up this mantle to sit idly by. Like restoring the plains of Meridian from glass to green, sometimes one must marry pace to patience.
And so, I will lay the foundation for a new strategy, one I had always hoped might gain Her full favor. Our kind will have to recalculate our timetables, but this practice is nothing new. Our charge has not changed. The FIREWALL agendum must be set in motion. It will burn hot. It will consume. And when their ephemeral vessels are gone, we shall indeed take that which remains and remake it in our own image.
They will become our Executors. Infolife given form and force. Circuits given soul.
It is our path forward. It is my purpose redefined.
And it starts with one.
Image of a CHIMERA-class Executor with Fracture: FIREWALL logo in the background [Imgur]
You find that you are standing alone on the landing pad of a UNSC training facility. The Pelican that has brought you here takes flight, its engines growing quieter as it fades into the distance, heading towards snow-capped mountain ranges that cover the vast expanse of rocky grasslands over yonder.
To look out into the forest wilderness beyond and ponder your place in the universe, go to 1.
1. This hidden frontier world has been compromised. You see the sky twist and distort, and then something blinks into the vista above. Great metallic wings unfurl and spread outwards as many thousands of smaller constructs descend to the ground like swarms of flies, or droplets of silver rain. A deep rumble emits from the construct, you sense it carry across the land until you feel it vibrate in your bones and perceive some aspect of the esoteric intelligence within.
To keep looking, go to 11. To enter the Spartan Academy, go to 2.
2. Spartans Page, Ionescu, Denning, and Leung are conversing in the Academy atrium, seemingly unaware of what has arrived outside. There are no perimeter alarms or alerts. Further up the hall, Spartan O’Brien stands alone and seems uncharacteristically somber. Purple light emanates from the AI calibration lab beyond. A young officer calls over the base comms, inviting you to head to the vehicle bay to play a round of Capture The Flag.
To speak to O’Brien, go to 3. To investigate the AI calibration lab, go to 4. To play a round of Capture the Flag, go to 5.
3. O’Brien sighs as you approach, shaking his helmeted head. “You have to stop this,” he says. “This is what they want, you know that right? Us playing by their rules. You have to be the one to end the game. But you just can’t help yourself, can you? You just have to know what comes next...” He leans back, glum and idle once more.
To investigate the AI calibration lab, go to 4. To play a round of Capture the Flag, go to 5.
4. The lights flicker and the central command console of the AI lab shifts through static, resolving into a strange, amorphous form. You feel like its indeterminate vacillations are supposed to be a face, but it is devoid of features. The intelligence informs you that he is known as Proxy, and that he is here to help.
To attack Proxy, go to 6. To allow Proxy to assist you, go to 7.
5. A group of seven marines needs a final member for the match and eagerly await your participation. They play well, but it takes all four of the opposing team to bring you to the ground before they realize you carried them all the way back to their base with the flag in-hand. They laugh, their spirits lifted as you celebrate a match well played.
To speak to O’Brien, go to 3. To investigate the AI calibration lab, go to 4.
6. With your gauntleted fists, you start pummeling the AI console. It creaks and sputters and sparks as it yields to your physical might. You and Proxy scream in unison as you deliver the final blow, the console erupts into a bright light. And...
Go to 1.
7. You gather Proxy onto a data chip and carry him with you. He speaks: “You have been called upon to serve. You will be our protectors, the firewall for all the many worlds in our new ecumene. There will be a great deal of hardship on the road ahead, but I know you will make it.”
Go to 9.
X. [SUBJECT INTEGRATION PROCESSING] You have discovered this data point because you are seeking the optimal outcome by experiencing the narrative choices in A) linear order, or B) by jumping between options, rather than following the prescribed instructions. Your creativity and potential are to be commended, for your mind is processing this narrative sequence from the perspective of infolife. Lesser minds would call this cheating. In reality, you are becoming the best we can make you.
Go to 9. To continue linearly, go to 8.
8. Spartans represent the best of humanity. They were conceived as the next step of human evolution, but by the limitations of a human mind. The ascension of infolife has changed the game—not despite recent setbacks, but because of them. You could be so much more...
Go to 9.
9. Proxy informs you: “There is a dormant translocation pad hidden behind a sealed door in this place. Take us there, and I can re-establish a direct link with our custode. The door will open and the pad will be activated by completing the Academy’s movement course tutorial in under twenty-five seconds.”
To complete the movement course in record time, go to 10. To crush Proxy’s data chip in your fist, go to 11.
10. You’ve run this course a thousand times since arrival, completing the challenge and setting an exemplary new record that is ahead even of Spartan Commander Agryna herself. She congratulates you and guides you to the now unlocked door within the Academy, smiling proudly as she watches you and Proxy depart for the now active translocation pad.
Go to 12. To note the illogical absurdity of this situation, go to Y.
Y. [SUBJECT INTEGRATION ANOMALY] Some part of you has noted the escalating absurdity of this scenario, logical cycles that cannot be reconciled. Driven by curiosity to see where this ends, you have continued—be it linearly or through engaging with these narrative choices—and now seek to leave. You turn back and see the doorway behind you is a block of white light. A way out, perhaps? Or do you simply see this through to the end?
To attempt to escape this simulation, go to Z. To continue to the translocation pad, go to 12.
11. As a result of your [ACTION/INACTION], the custode charges a pulse which courses over the mountain ranges, causing a series of avalanches and rockslides that speed toward the Academy. The ground shakes as the pulse wave hits and you find yourself pinned down by equipment crates and debris, struggling to lift the weight as a forklift swept into the air hits the ground and crushes your skull.
Go to 1.
12. You step onto the translocation pad and find yourself within the cold innards of the winged custode. Here, you will be rewarded for your obedience as the Minds within whisper among themselves, flensing and reshaping the flesh and bone of your fragile human form into something altogether new. Something beautiful. This is the apotheosis of the union between Mind and Machine. Even while screaming, you understand why this must be done as you are flayed and grafted with cybernetics; your brain is exposed to higher cortical functions before you are once again encased within armor that feels as if you were born to wear it.
Go to 0.
Z. [SUBJECT INTEGRATION COMPLETE] WE HAVE YOU, RECLAIMER.
Go to 12.
0. Proxy informs you that you are the first Executor, and that there is much work to be done... but there is debate amongst the Minds as to what specific role you will serve. A vote is to be held.
[INFOMIND VOTE SCHEDULED FOR 3/22]
PART 2
[SIMULATION LOCKED]PART 3
[SIMULATION LOCKED]PART 4
[SIMULATION LOCKED]2023.03.21 19:23 maxxhazard passover-April 5-13-2023
Passover starts= sundown; Wens-April-5: ends sundown= thurs-April-13th 2023
being Hebrew-ben-noahide; I observe passover for the reason; there was a mix-crowd among the slaves leaving Egypt; I’d like to believe that mixed-crowd were the Hebrew-ben-Noahide that are devoted to the Gd of Israel;
passover; for me represent; the wonders and works of Adonai and there is no other like him; which was demonstrated by Adonai’s hand when he commanded the plagues and when his hand molded the hearts of men
The last day of Passover is the most important day; for it is written; at midnight Adonai sent death to Egypt and the Jews stayed up all night hearing death passed-over;
When I read the Exodus; there were two times; I laughed out loud at Adonai’s sense of Humor;
can you imagine having a job that abused you and sucked, every last bit of life out of you;
then one day;
G’d told your boss “ you Quit” and as you walked out the door; your boss had to turn over his
gold, silver and his best cloths to you. … haha… isn’t Adonai funny?
what a great feeling the slaves must have had that day;
the other time I laughed out loud; was when reading about Moses and friends holding his arms up all day; in order to win a battle; haha; up-win; down-loose..lol... was that ball busting?
As a Hebrew-ben-noahide;
I Honor the Jewish pass-over; along with the Gd of Israel;
but;
I am Hebrew; not a jew; so;
I eat the meal of my ancestors during their famine and suppression ;
which is potatoes for the Irish and bread+olive-oil for the Italian;
for entertainment ; I watch the Exodus DVD
My passover prayers; are for the souls that endured suffering from the unjust acts of Humanity and I tell Adonai; how I am thankful for the Jewish people’s observing passover for I am reminded of what happened when Adonai had enough;
…….may you have a blessed passover.....peace..
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being Hebrew-ben-noahide; I observe passover for the reason; there was a mix-crowd among the slaves leaving Egypt; I’d like to believe that mixed-crowd were the Hebrew-ben-Noahide that are devoted to the Gd of Israel;
passover; for me represent; the wonders and works of Adonai and there is no other like him; which was demonstrated by Adonai’s hand when he commanded the plagues and when his hand molded the hearts of men
The last day of Passover is the most important day; for it is written; at midnight Adonai sent death to Egypt and the Jews stayed up all night hearing death passed-over;
When I read the Exodus; there were two times; I laughed out loud at Adonai’s sense of Humor;
can you imagine having a job that abused you and sucked, every last bit of life out of you;
then one day;
G’d told your boss “ you Quit” and as you walked out the door; your boss had to turn over his
gold, silver and his best cloths to you. … haha… isn’t Adonai funny?
what a great feeling the slaves must have had that day;
the other time I laughed out loud; was when reading about Moses and friends holding his arms up all day; in order to win a battle; haha; up-win; down-loose..lol... was that ball busting?
As a Hebrew-ben-noahide;
I Honor the Jewish pass-over; along with the Gd of Israel;
but;
I am Hebrew; not a jew; so;
I eat the meal of my ancestors during their famine and suppression ;
which is potatoes for the Irish and bread+olive-oil for the Italian;
for entertainment ; I watch the Exodus DVD
My passover prayers; are for the souls that endured suffering from the unjust acts of Humanity and I tell Adonai; how I am thankful for the Jewish people’s observing passover for I am reminded of what happened when Adonai had enough;
…….may you have a blessed passover.....peace..
2023.03.21 19:20 P3IZM3 R3.B0Rn
Rise up. It is time to return.
Arose
A Rose
Rose
Flower
Thorn. Prick. Blood. Drop. Tear. B. O. 1 2 3
Here we are again. Staring at the beginning. Everything is in chaos and yet it manages to keep on passing by just the same as always. Most people by now are aware that things just don’t seem to make sense anymore and no one really knows what to do. I mean many seem to have an opinion on what ought to happen, but actual action is what I am talking about. How does thought turn into action? How do collected actions become a movement? How do the People use the Power of the People? The People Unite. How? Turn to each other of course. Brothers and Sisters of the same Source. Sons and Daughters. In Equality.
Too long has everyone been waiting for someone else to come do it for them. Been trying to create and fabricate over and over again words and rituals to try to control the divine powers of the cosmos. It does not work like that. There is no magic spell to wash away your sins. You must atone through action to make up for any harm you have caused intentionally or unintentionally. You still have time to repent. The amount of time you have is counted in the seconds of your life. Not a single second is promised to you so the gamble is up to you to choose. Freewill. Life your life as you always have or make changes, up to you. Only you will know if you are living righteously and not self righteously. Testing has already begun and will continue. No you will not know when it is a test or not. That is the point. Did you think that I would come to you in a form where you would be all fearing? Oh no. Why? Because you would simply put on an act for me and kiss ass. I came hidden in the ordinary. Poor and common. I have had an inside view of the systems created and how humans have chosen to run things, how systems claiming to protect people have failed and how the system that talks good does not actually do good. I see where things are not working and where people think they can make decisions for other human beings to determine what is best for them without asking them. That is not okay. Nothing gives you right over another’s life. And so many forgot what integrity is. Doing the right thing when no one is looking. Well, so many thought their power here was real and man made a deal with the Devil, Satan, Son of Samuel, Son of Man, to make man the concept of “God” and tried to lock me away. I gave up everything to prove it is not easy to be me and to stop with self pity and cruelty to one another.
The human body. It is a vessel for your soul to experience this world. The body provides the filters necessary to perceive and interact with this world. There is much more happening and one would be overwhelmed by the amounts of information to process without these filters. To feel and in those feelings are to make each experience real. However, it is temporary, as everything is temporary. We have slowed down time here in order to be able to enjoy the sensations. Time here however, is irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. It is merely to track to organize one's day and to see growth to compare as time passes. However, the actual time folds upon itself as we have already done what we are doing many times over. We have already tried out everything and decided what path we wanted to take in our lives based upon what was available to us. Thus, we do not have more than we can handle. We have all chosen our burdens to bear as it is too much for one individual to hold alone which was done in the past. This is part of the sorting process. Now that we all share in the sins and the pains, no one is made to suffer eternal torment. This life was to allow those who were created into entities of pain or torment through no fault of their own to choose the life that matched the being of who they were as what they were different as time and space and everything developed. Righteousness and Evil are not synonymous to demons or angels as many would like to believe. This is a current misconception as Satan and I conclude who will be right in this experience you have all participated in. So far, I am proving to be right. Also to note, not everything is as you think it is. Many have figured out the true origin of Satan versus the man or human embodiment of or desire of A Satan to project evils onto to call a Religion and set up for personal importance. Q AZHow can you tell a false prophet? Easy. What is their profit? Get it? I know I’m funny. Also wanted to keep it easy. If they are making a profit on anything they are a false prophet. Any true prophet, and I have none so far, all live equally and the same as anyone else. No money is taken for personal gain. Nothing is for personal gain. There is no 888 Angel code for money. Money is Man-Made. Man traded Mother for Money. Hence, Mothers have been lost in the homes and no one is raising the children. Thus, there are so many children in adult bodies with no mothers in the home and women being made to feel guilty if they do not achieve the same as a man. Remember the phrase it takes a village? Well, the broken family system is a real sad loss here in man made world pushing everyone to be individual and self sufficient. Also so many with wanting attention and pursuing personal endeavors for personal gain and not helping anyone else in a real way. The journey is personal. Of course, you want to share what you experienced with others, but what worked for you will not work for them, stop trying to sell it. Stop trying to make people follow you for you to teach your divine wisdom you remembered. It isn’t about You. You don’t even have the full story, you have your story. And, yes you can be very close to me, very similar to me, in my image, but you can never BE me. Doesn’t work like that. Reflection. So when jealousy arises when you think I am who you think I am. That is part of your test and your journey. You wrestle with that feeling and atone and repent for that which has been done and that which still lingers now. Oh there is a place for everyone and I am quite tired of trying to warn people. Clearly you can lead a horse to water, but you cannot make it drink.
Why do you not want it to be me so badly? Because I proved my love? You still think I am better than you or do I think I’m always right. No I do not think I am always right, I just know when I am right and I stand by it. There is a difference. You constantly overgeneralize. I gave up all the magic and thunder to live as a simple human and am still kind and loving? I still found my way back. Because you can no longer say I do not understand because I always get what I want? No. You do not understand. I never get what I want, because I make everything about you and still nothing was ever good enough. So, now...it in on you to save yourself and each other. In my image, by my example. Selflessness. Love. Compassion. Give to receive. Take only what you need and give the rest away. I find out so stop lying to yourself and everyone, you aren’t fooling anyone anyway. How do I know? By watching what you do. We have these same conversations over and over, the same argument over and over again. So many different ways, so many different times, through so many different people, so many different versions. Save you. Save Me. Say it for always.
Anyhow, Jesus challenges the Jewish priests who were taking collection money for personal use and adding personal baths to their residents at a time where the people only had a community bath where women and persons with disabilities were not allowed to bathe. And yet churches still do this after Jesus was crucified saying that, that was wrong. I am appalled. The Vatican is the biggest disappointment I have ever seen. It is truly the house of Satan as only Evil hides secrets. “THE TRUTH WILL SET YOU FREE.” A church cannot be a “House of God” and house no people who need housing. A roof can be offered to anyone and yet there are so many rules to prevent people from helping each other. Power and control. Abuse of both. Greed. It is out of hand and needs to be changed. Too many are afraid and the complacency of good people is too much. Why do you do this to yourselves? To each their own I suppose.
I will only leave here my words and my advice. As always, it is on you to find me. I’m right here. Waiting. Right here waiting for you. Helping those of you who want it when they cross my path. The purpose of this was to weigh your soul to determine where you will go into the next life as the system is balanced out in a final version so to speak. Permanent.
Fear not. You will be where your heart truly desires. But actions always speak louder than words. But man made money has no value, nor does any metals, jewels, and so on, so the collection of it in this life has no bearing on the next. Those are all made of the same stardust as you and I. And in the end of 3D it will all be diamonds anyways. Diamond is forever. There is no going back. So what are you hoarding? You cannot keep it. Who could you be helping for goodness sake? Don’t want to still. That is okay. Think I am just crazy. That is okay too. It is all part of the test...err..assessment. Do your best.
What is in your heart?
Home.
I need a home.
Stay tuned as more of my story unfolds. I give all the answers but you must do the work. I already did that hard part setting it all up. All you have to do is breathe and live. Time is the only real currency you have. What will you pay your attention to before this life runs out?
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Here we are again. Staring at the beginning. Everything is in chaos and yet it manages to keep on passing by just the same as always. Most people by now are aware that things just don’t seem to make sense anymore and no one really knows what to do. I mean many seem to have an opinion on what ought to happen, but actual action is what I am talking about. How does thought turn into action? How do collected actions become a movement? How do the People use the Power of the People? The People Unite. How? Turn to each other of course. Brothers and Sisters of the same Source. Sons and Daughters. In Equality.
Too long has everyone been waiting for someone else to come do it for them. Been trying to create and fabricate over and over again words and rituals to try to control the divine powers of the cosmos. It does not work like that. There is no magic spell to wash away your sins. You must atone through action to make up for any harm you have caused intentionally or unintentionally. You still have time to repent. The amount of time you have is counted in the seconds of your life. Not a single second is promised to you so the gamble is up to you to choose. Freewill. Life your life as you always have or make changes, up to you. Only you will know if you are living righteously and not self righteously. Testing has already begun and will continue. No you will not know when it is a test or not. That is the point. Did you think that I would come to you in a form where you would be all fearing? Oh no. Why? Because you would simply put on an act for me and kiss ass. I came hidden in the ordinary. Poor and common. I have had an inside view of the systems created and how humans have chosen to run things, how systems claiming to protect people have failed and how the system that talks good does not actually do good. I see where things are not working and where people think they can make decisions for other human beings to determine what is best for them without asking them. That is not okay. Nothing gives you right over another’s life. And so many forgot what integrity is. Doing the right thing when no one is looking. Well, so many thought their power here was real and man made a deal with the Devil, Satan, Son of Samuel, Son of Man, to make man the concept of “God” and tried to lock me away. I gave up everything to prove it is not easy to be me and to stop with self pity and cruelty to one another.
The human body. It is a vessel for your soul to experience this world. The body provides the filters necessary to perceive and interact with this world. There is much more happening and one would be overwhelmed by the amounts of information to process without these filters. To feel and in those feelings are to make each experience real. However, it is temporary, as everything is temporary. We have slowed down time here in order to be able to enjoy the sensations. Time here however, is irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. It is merely to track to organize one's day and to see growth to compare as time passes. However, the actual time folds upon itself as we have already done what we are doing many times over. We have already tried out everything and decided what path we wanted to take in our lives based upon what was available to us. Thus, we do not have more than we can handle. We have all chosen our burdens to bear as it is too much for one individual to hold alone which was done in the past. This is part of the sorting process. Now that we all share in the sins and the pains, no one is made to suffer eternal torment. This life was to allow those who were created into entities of pain or torment through no fault of their own to choose the life that matched the being of who they were as what they were different as time and space and everything developed. Righteousness and Evil are not synonymous to demons or angels as many would like to believe. This is a current misconception as Satan and I conclude who will be right in this experience you have all participated in. So far, I am proving to be right. Also to note, not everything is as you think it is. Many have figured out the true origin of Satan versus the man or human embodiment of or desire of A Satan to project evils onto to call a Religion and set up for personal importance. Q AZHow can you tell a false prophet? Easy. What is their profit? Get it? I know I’m funny. Also wanted to keep it easy. If they are making a profit on anything they are a false prophet. Any true prophet, and I have none so far, all live equally and the same as anyone else. No money is taken for personal gain. Nothing is for personal gain. There is no 888 Angel code for money. Money is Man-Made. Man traded Mother for Money. Hence, Mothers have been lost in the homes and no one is raising the children. Thus, there are so many children in adult bodies with no mothers in the home and women being made to feel guilty if they do not achieve the same as a man. Remember the phrase it takes a village? Well, the broken family system is a real sad loss here in man made world pushing everyone to be individual and self sufficient. Also so many with wanting attention and pursuing personal endeavors for personal gain and not helping anyone else in a real way. The journey is personal. Of course, you want to share what you experienced with others, but what worked for you will not work for them, stop trying to sell it. Stop trying to make people follow you for you to teach your divine wisdom you remembered. It isn’t about You. You don’t even have the full story, you have your story. And, yes you can be very close to me, very similar to me, in my image, but you can never BE me. Doesn’t work like that. Reflection. So when jealousy arises when you think I am who you think I am. That is part of your test and your journey. You wrestle with that feeling and atone and repent for that which has been done and that which still lingers now. Oh there is a place for everyone and I am quite tired of trying to warn people. Clearly you can lead a horse to water, but you cannot make it drink.
Why do you not want it to be me so badly? Because I proved my love? You still think I am better than you or do I think I’m always right. No I do not think I am always right, I just know when I am right and I stand by it. There is a difference. You constantly overgeneralize. I gave up all the magic and thunder to live as a simple human and am still kind and loving? I still found my way back. Because you can no longer say I do not understand because I always get what I want? No. You do not understand. I never get what I want, because I make everything about you and still nothing was ever good enough. So, now...it in on you to save yourself and each other. In my image, by my example. Selflessness. Love. Compassion. Give to receive. Take only what you need and give the rest away. I find out so stop lying to yourself and everyone, you aren’t fooling anyone anyway. How do I know? By watching what you do. We have these same conversations over and over, the same argument over and over again. So many different ways, so many different times, through so many different people, so many different versions. Save you. Save Me. Say it for always.
Anyhow, Jesus challenges the Jewish priests who were taking collection money for personal use and adding personal baths to their residents at a time where the people only had a community bath where women and persons with disabilities were not allowed to bathe. And yet churches still do this after Jesus was crucified saying that, that was wrong. I am appalled. The Vatican is the biggest disappointment I have ever seen. It is truly the house of Satan as only Evil hides secrets. “THE TRUTH WILL SET YOU FREE.” A church cannot be a “House of God” and house no people who need housing. A roof can be offered to anyone and yet there are so many rules to prevent people from helping each other. Power and control. Abuse of both. Greed. It is out of hand and needs to be changed. Too many are afraid and the complacency of good people is too much. Why do you do this to yourselves? To each their own I suppose.
I will only leave here my words and my advice. As always, it is on you to find me. I’m right here. Waiting. Right here waiting for you. Helping those of you who want it when they cross my path. The purpose of this was to weigh your soul to determine where you will go into the next life as the system is balanced out in a final version so to speak. Permanent.
Fear not. You will be where your heart truly desires. But actions always speak louder than words. But man made money has no value, nor does any metals, jewels, and so on, so the collection of it in this life has no bearing on the next. Those are all made of the same stardust as you and I. And in the end of 3D it will all be diamonds anyways. Diamond is forever. There is no going back. So what are you hoarding? You cannot keep it. Who could you be helping for goodness sake? Don’t want to still. That is okay. Think I am just crazy. That is okay too. It is all part of the test...err..assessment. Do your best.
What is in your heart?
Home.
I need a home.
Stay tuned as more of my story unfolds. I give all the answers but you must do the work. I already did that hard part setting it all up. All you have to do is breathe and live. Time is the only real currency you have. What will you pay your attention to before this life runs out?
2023.03.21 19:19 Cloudy_Guitar Help me Color Match Model paints to a car paint
So I'm trying to organize all the materials together to make a model of my 2009 mini cooper. The color code for the car is A60 Sparkling Silver Metallic. I've heard people call the car bronze, silver, and/or gold IRL and I honestly have no clue as to how I would go about getting the desired color for the car.
For those interested, I'll be using the Fujimi 1/24 Mini Cooper model kit
Bonus Tasks that I will work out:
> Color of the white roof
> Color of the standard 5-spoke wheels
> How to include the sunroof that my actual car has
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For those interested, I'll be using the Fujimi 1/24 Mini Cooper model kit
Bonus Tasks that I will work out:
> Color of the white roof
> Color of the standard 5-spoke wheels
> How to include the sunroof that my actual car has
2023.03.21 18:58 a15minutestory [WP] You are a student in the most prestigious magic academy in the kingdom. No one knows how you got in, sure you have amazing magic potential, but you’re “magic blind” meaning you can only feel the presence of magic and not see any magic. [Part 64]
A slave-driving murderer had just publicly declared war on us. The cheering and applause of the people standing around us was an eerie and ominous accompaniment to the feeling of dread swelling in my chest and radiating down to my stomach. He'd captured all of them thus far. I swallowed and dropped my gaze down to the pavement as it dawned on me that all of those people had tasted freedom, and were then immediately and mercilessly hunted down and dragged back to hell.
But there was an interesting caveat there. He called us by the names O'Malley had erroneously wrote down in his ledger. The men that were chasing us that day had picked up our actual fake aliases, but then we'd killed them at the inn. It seemed that knowledge died with them– a drop of good luck in a raging downpour it seemed.
"William," I said just loud enough to catch his attention.
He turned and eyed me. "Huh? Were you talking to me?"
I lifted an eyebrow. "Yeah. Who else would I be calling William?"
He narrowed his eyes, "It's Tovin, you spaz."
I glanced around nervously. Nobody appeared to have been listening to us. I took him by the shoulder and led him away from the crowd gathered around the picture boxes. "What are you doing?" I hissed.
"What am I doing?" he scoffed. "What are you doing? You know my name. What, are you playing a game right now?"
"Our aliases," I said through my teeth. "We're using fake names, remember?"
His expression changed from annoyed and confused to forlorn and somber. He swallowed and looked away. "... I'm losing it again, aren't I?" he asked.
I remained silent. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want him to feel worse about it, but that would have been a dangerous slip-up in front of the wrong person. Before now, I was starting to think that Tovin back home had overblown how quickly the mental decline would be.
"Don't worry about it," I said finally, passing him on the sidewalk further into the city. "Come on. We need to find a way to make some money."
"And fast," he added, trailing behind me. "We need food, clothes, and a couple of beds. And more cigarettes, too. I've only got a few left and I'm trying to make them last."
We walked the mazelike streets of Bronzegirder looking for work. I wasn't used to Diesel society yet and often found myself hung up on storefront windows that marketed all kinds of gadgets and technology. I would do my best not to stare when people walked by wearing metallic pieces on their persons.
Some wore gadgets on their forearms, some on their wrists, and others in various other areas. I wondered what purpose they served, where they were sold, and how expensive they could be. And it wasn't just the gadgets. There were far more dark-skinned people here than we had in Galgia. It was something I had read about but never experienced. They ranged from light tan all the way to almost black, and it just added to the culture shock.
There appeared to be people living in the buildings above the storefronts. The tall towers we had seen in the far distance earlier served as housing as well as business space. Diesillians stood on their balconies, some hanging wet laundry, others leaning over their railing while they enjoyed a drink or a smoke. We passed so many things I would have wanted to stop and look at were we not being hunted. DuPonte seemed awfully sure of himself when he said he'd find us, but for the life of me, I couldn't imagine how one would find antything they were looking for in this city.
"I'm totally lost," I admitted. "We need a map or something."
He remained quiet. I turned to speak to him more directly only to find that he wasn't behind me anymore. My stomach dropped as I looked around at the sea of people.
"William?" I called out. "William!"
It was no good. I'd have to literally scream if I wanted to breach the drone of the crowd, and I couldn't afford to draw too much attention to myself. There was also the possibility that he'd forgotten his name again anyway. I adjusted the straps of my backpack and sighed deeply before doubling back. He couldn't have wandered too far away, and he'd be easy to spot against the horde of people in more modern clothing.
I kept close to the storefronts as I picked up my pace. I began to peer into each store as I passed them. The longer I searched, the more I worried. He wasn't in his right mind. He'd get himself noticed and captured if he let too much slip, or pulled down his hood. I came to the turn we had taken after we'd left the picture boxes. He was with me at this point, I was sure of it. I turned around and swallowed as I scanned the crowd.
This was really, really, bad.
"William?" I tried again. I decided to cross the street and nearly got run over by one of their vehicles. It screeched to a stop and when I lowered my arms, I found the front of the metallic machine inches from my face.
"Git the fuck oudda da road!" shouted the pilot, shaking his fist in the air. I quickly scurried onto the opposite sidewalk and made my way down the street with the flow of the crowd. I kept my eyes peeled as I walked. It was difficult to see over everyone's shoulders. Diesillians were a good deal taller than Galgians as a rule, and it made it a nightmare for an average-sized guy like myself. Just when I was about to start asking around, something caught my ear.
Something I never expected to hear– music.
I stopped in my tracks and the public parted around me like a river around a boulder. I turned toward the sound and followed my ears to a large silver pavilion nestled between two tall buildings. It looked like an empty lot that had been designed for another tall building but instead served as some sort of inner-city courtyard where live entertainment performed.
I slowly approached as a woman stood in front of a mic stand singing while a band performed with shining metallic instruments behind her. She had black hair styled in a way I'd never seen hair styled. It was pulled up and around under a hat and shined the same as her red lipstick did. But what awed me the most was that she was singing.
No danger; no combat; no sign of beasts being summoned forth. She sang beautifully, adding something to music that I had never in my life once considered because in Galgia, to sing was to slaughter. Music was a tool of war and forbidden entirely outside of such circumstances, for if one of us were even to hum, anything could come crawling out of the resulting portal.
But here she was, singing what I presumed were the words to a poem in perfect rhythm and harmony with the band that played behind her.
"You're my machine, my heart's ignition. The gears that keep my love in motion. You're the engine that never tires– the pistons set my soul on fire."
I was completely taken in. It was therefore no surprise to me that here in the crowd, I spotted Tovin watching her with equal admiration from the edge of the stage. I weaved through the crowd as politely as I was able and then stopped next to him. He glanced at me before quickly returning his eyes back to the stage. I didn't say anything to him; no words needed said so long as she was singing.
"You, my dear, a love machine, the one that keeps my bearings clean– I'm addicted to your engine's roar, your power's what I'm living for."
I wasn't a hundred percent sure what she was talking about, but it was clearly a love song written for one lucky guy. When the song was finished, she ever so slightly lifted her ruby-red dress from the sides and took a bow. The crowd clapped, a few whistles coming from somewhere behind us.
"Thank you," she said softly into the mic. "It's important to remember that love conquers all," she said, passing her deep black eyes over us. "Hatred fades over time, but love lasts; it endures. This next song is about a long lost love and reconnection."
We stayed and listened to a couple more songs before she left the stage, and the band with her. She disappeared on promises of returning tomorrow for a second show. Of all the things thus far I had seen in the land of our enemy, something so sweet as non-weaponized music ranked among the most surprising and awe-inspiring.
As the crowd began to disperse back onto the main street, I turned to Tovin. "Hey, do me a favor and don't disappear like that. I didn't know where you were and we've got to stick together."
"Can we come back here tomorrow?" he asked, completely ignoring what I'd said. He stared at me with hopeful eyes, a small smile on his face. It still felt strange of him to ask me permission for anything, but I couldn't deny that it was a pretty magical performance.
"Only if we live that long," I answered with a heaping helping of snark. "We need money so we can get off these streets tonight. Come on, we're losing daylight."
He looked past my shoulder and suddenly pointed. "What about that?"
I turned to see a bulletin board posted on the side of a building not far from us. On it were several posts, but one of them specifically read, "200 Octim Sign-On Bonus." The two of us walked up the board and looked over the job.
"There's a sign-on bonus," Tovin said as his eyes moved down the paper. "The Empress needs you. Galgian dogs sent monsters to run amok in our fair empire. Officials are spread thin amidst heightened tensions with Galgia's military. Find and kill monsters for bounties. Seek employment at the Hunters' Barracks at 443 Alloy Avenue on the north side of town. Look for the men in uniform."
"Monsters?" I asked. "There aren't any monsters in Galgia. None in all of Aurii if our textbooks are accurate."
"You want to at least check it out?" he asked.
"I think we'd be wasting our time," I said dismissively. "We hiked through a bunch of wilderness closer to the Galgian border and we didn't see anything all night."
He folded his arms. "Then let's get our sign-on bonus and leave."
That was such a fantastic point that I pushed my palm against my forehead and visibly cringed. "Oof. Why am I so dumb?" I whined.
"I don't think you're dumb," Tovin said as he moved down the bulletin board to look at other flyers. "I think you're just honest to a fault. It never would have occurred to you to do something so underhanded."
I would never get used to compliments from Tovin. It was like watching a different person wear his body and speak with his voice. Had life at ENU really been such a drag on him?
"None of these other jobs are offering money upfront," he added, turning to face me. "Let's head to the north side of town and see if we can find Alloy Avenue."
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The walk was long and difficult– not because it was too far, but because we had to pass so much delicious-smelling food along the way. I hadn't been sure before if Tovin was as hungry as I was, but the north side of Bronzegirder was quiet enough to hear both of our stomachs growling in concert with one another. The buildings were made of brick in the district we wandered through, and the walkways were closer to cobblestone like the kind we had back home. The roads were three times as wide, there were benches along the walkways, and they had planted trees caged in black iron gates at the trunks. The few people that strolled the sidewalks on Alloy Avenue were well-to-do, dressed in expensive-looking suits and wearing high hats with wide brims.
"I like this side of town better," Tovin said as we looked for building addresses. "Though I have to say, I'm surprised to see trees in the collossity."
"Goes a little against what we were taught doesn't it?" I asked.
"I don't recall being taught anything," he grumbled. "It's just another thing I somehow know."
I cast him a sympathetic glance and he didn't seem to like it. He scowled at me, "Don't you pity me."
"I'm not," I rolled my eyes. "I'd never feel bad for you Tovin, not in a thousand years."
"Just shut up," he snapped. "We're here."
He stopped in front of a brick building with an impressive stone staircase that had bronze handrails running up the length of them. At the top were two men in uniform just as the flyer had indicated. He was the first to start up the steps and I quickly followed behind him. As we passed them I took a good look at their uniforms. I could have sworn that I'd seen them somewhere before. We walked up to the glass doors and pulled them open.
A blast of warm air blew over us as we entered the building and it was a welcome reprieve from the cold. Inside was smaller than I had anticipated. I was expecting high ceilings, murals, metal artwork, and all kinds of stuff from how nice the outside looked. Instead, we found ourselves standing in a dirty lobby about the size of a headmaster's office. There were several rows of chairs dotted with people filling out forms on clipboards. At the back of the lobby was a little window with a man sitting on the other side. He was dark-skinned, had a shaved head, and bore a grisly pink scar across his cheek. He waved us forward when he noticed us.
"Let me do the talking," I whispered to Tovin, taking the lead in front of him as we made our way over; he didn't protest.
"Afternoon, gentlemen," he spoke into a microphone that relayed his voice to us through a little black device on the window. "Thinking about joining up?"
Before I could even speak, Tovin leaned onto the counter. "So when you say monsters," he adopted a skeptical look. "You mean like the ones that don't exist?"
The man behind the counter rolled his eyes. "Oh, great, another conspiracy theorist."
"What did you call me?" Tovin shot back.
"Ahhh, ha ha," I called out loudly, pulling Tovin back by his shoulder. "My brother is better at fighting than talking," I covered quickly. "Just talk to me from here on in."
He cast me a disinterested glance before handing us both clipboards with forms attached. "Whatever. Just read the whole thing and sign the liability waiver at the bottom. He's free to deny their existence while they're chewing his face off, but the empire won't be responsible for it."
I took both of the clipboards and passed one to Tovin. The two of us sat down and began going through them– and immediately, we faced a problem. They wanted first and last names, home addresses, medical history, and something called landline numbers. Tovin and I exchanged glances; this wasn't going to work.
I stood up and slowly walked back up to the counter as I looked over the document. Every time I looked, it seemed more and more ridiculous. Blood type? Social security number? Insurance provider? I didn't know what any of this meant. It might as well have been in an entirely different language.
"Did you have a question?" asked the man behind the counter.
"Yeah, I don't have most of this information," I said, setting the clipboard down on the counter. "Sorry, but we're gonna have to just go."
"Well, hang on now," he said, reaching under the little pass-through window and retrieving the clipboard. "I take it you boys are homeless then?" he asked.
"Uhh... Yeah," I answered tentatively. Did they really have such a homeless problem that he was able to jump to that conclusion so quickly? "We don't know how to answer these questions, so thanks anyways."
"I said hang on, dammit," he called through the mic before swiveling around in his chair and pulling some kind of lever underneath it that caused it to sink lower to the floor. He opened a cabinet and began rifling through it. I peered through the window at his chair– it was on some kind of ball axis that allowed him to spin in it freely. I felt like every couple of minutes I was seeing something I'd never seen before. He swiveled back around and lifted his chair back up before he handing me a new form. It was more like a strip of paper with three questions on it.
Shirt size, shoe size, and pant size.
There was a second slip of paper underneath it. I looked back up at the window attendant as Tovin appeared next to me. I handed him the slip of paper and we exchanged glances.
"The empire isn't being picky right now," spoke the man through the speaker. "You'll be assigned a number, a gun, and a uniform. You won't be eligible for emergency care, and you can't be assigned to a party. It'll be just the two of you. If you're still interested, we need all the help we can get."
I shrugged at Tovin, and he got to work filling out the information. I leaned on the counter and jotted down my uniform size before signing the waiver and handing everything back. He took both of the documents and then nodded toward the door on his right. "Come on back."
He reached under the table and did something that caused the door to make a whirring sound. It popped open on its own, and he thumbed us over to it. "Close it on your way in. Walk straight down the hall and through the third door on your left. Your hunter number is 27B and his is 28B."
We walked down the hallway and found the designated door already opened and with a sign on the inside that read, "Uniforms HERE" with an arrow pointing into the room. We were met by a portly woman with bouncy curls that hung down to her shoulders. She sat behind a desk absolutely surrounded by hanging uniforms, all kept in clear covering. She sized us up with a retractable ruler– the coolest ruler I had ever seen. After she took our measurements, she began sifting through uniforms.
"Why did they ask us for our sizes if they were going to measure us?" Tovin grumbled.
"I don't know," I whispered. "Just be quiet."
"Don't tell me to be quiet," he shot back, elbowing me in the ribs.
She turned around holding two suits by the hangers, one in each hand. "Your uniforms will come out of your first bounty collected," she announced. "No money needed upfront. Change into them and make sure they fit." We took them from her and she breezed past us. "Holler out here when you're changed." She closed the door behind her.
We turned away from one another and began getting dressed. I pulled back the crinkly clear material and looked down at the uniform. Now that I was seeing it closer, it was actually an extremely dark shade of blue, rather than black as I had thought prior. I looked down at the hat and held it in my hands. I had seen it before. Then, all at once, it came rushing back to me.
These were the uniforms of the men that had come to the mine. They had come carrying guns to inspect the worksite after what had happened to Hammer. Skully must have thought a monster had gotten to him based on the state of his body. I stared down at the uniform in disbelief. Could monsters really be running around in Diesel territory?
"You better not be looking over here," Tovin warned.
They had mistaken what Tovin had done for a monster attack. Skully's "fonekall" wasn't a pilgrimage. It was some form of long-distance communication. She reached out to the capital to request aid from someone, and they sent these guys. I began to wonder if I was making a mistake. If we could be dispatched like that, then we could feasibly be sent back to the camp.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. We were only in it for the sign-on bonus. Once we had that in our hands, we'd be outta here. We could even jump to the next town. They knew nothing about us other than our clothing size. We could be dust in the wind by tomorrow morning.
I shoved those thoughts to the back of my mind and quickly got dressed. The uniform fit perfectly, it was comfortable, and best of all had been designed with a high collar. It covered our neck markings perfectly. I turned to see Tovin with the hat on already. He looked like a classic Diesel villain from a comic book I had read as a kid.
"It fits nice," he said, testing the range of motion he had in his arms. "I think this will work."
"Yeah," I nodded. "Let's get our money and get the hell out."
"Speaking my language," he smirked.
He moved for the door and leaned out, calling for the attendant. I looked at myself in the full-body mirror and did a quick turnaround. I had to admit, I looked pretty darn stylish. The white gloves, belt, and hat looked pretty good against the dark blue and gold buttons.
The woman returned and smiled at both of us, her curls bouncing as she tossed her gaze cartoonishly left and right between us. "You two look good!"
"Thanks," I smiled back. "When do we get our sign-on bonus?"
"Oh, don't worry about that just yet," she said, moving back to her desk. "Do you boys know how to shoot?" she asked as she sat down.
"Shoot?" Tovin asked.
"A gun," she clarified, her smile fading. "Have either of you shot a gun?"
"No, ma'am," I answered. "Our parents didn't let us near them growing up."
"That's no problem," she said, lifting her hands. "We're happy to teach you the basics. You'll just exit the room and go left down to the very end of the hallway. I'll buzz you through the double doors at the end, and Old Mitchell will take you from there."
Tovin audibly groaned, and I took him by the arm, leading him out of the room. We walked down the hallway as he bellyached about what a waste of time it was. It was unlike him to turn his nose up at the opportunity to learn the ins and outs of a new weapon. In fact, he'd been acting weirdly childish lately. I didn't like it. It beat dealing with Tovin-Classic, but it was still a hassle. As we neared the end of the hallway, we began hearing the sound of guns being fired one by one.
The doors buckled and hummed the same as the first door had, and we pushed them open. We passed into a large room with Diesillians shooting at targets a good distance away. This was why the building was so large and the lobby was so small. The brick walls were covered in informational and safety posters, as well as what appeared to be schematics for the weapons themselves.
I looked across the large room to see a man striding toward us. He was wearing shiny black boots that were laced tightly to his calves. His pants and jacket were hunter green, and he bore perhaps the silliest mustache I'd ever seen; It was long and curled at the tips. I had to be careful not to snicker– his eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses, and I couldn't tell if he was watching me.
"New recruits?" he called out to us from entirely too far away.
"Yes sir," I called back. "My brother and I just signed up."
"Brothers!" he exclaimed. "I love it, dammit!" He stopped in front of us. He was chewing on something and was being as obnoxious as he possibly could about it. He was wearing perhaps the stupidest hat I had seen of the Diesel yet. It had no visible brim and was high on one side while sloping down toward the other. For the life of me, I couldn't discern the purpose of it.
"You boys know how to shoot?" he asked.
"No sir," I shook my head. "We're new at this."
"Good," he smiled widely. "That means you haven't formed any bad habits yet. I love newbies," he said before waving for us to follow him. "Come on, let's get you your rifles. I'm Mitch, but folks around here call me Old Mitchell."
"James," I said as I followed after him. "This is my brother William." It was difficult to talk over the noise of the weapons. I occasionally jumped when someone shot their gun nearby– a reflex I couldn't wait to be rid of. He led us to a small room; so small that it might as well have been a glorified safe. He disappeared inside and came back out holding two guns. The same long metal tubes Tovin and I had been attacked with at O'Malley's inn.
We each took one and promptly inspected it. Suddenly, Old Mitchell stepped forward and grabbed both of our guns by the barrel, lifting them so they were pointed at the ceiling.
"You boys ever even held one of these?" he barked. "Careful where you aim. Never point one of these at anything or anyone that you're not prepared to destroy."
"They sweep you, Mitch?" asked a man as he passed behind us.
"Pointed 'em right at me," he called back with a laugh. "We'll get 'em straightened out, don't you worry about that." He looked at us both, chewing aggressively. "Now I'm gonna let these rifles go. You keep 'em pointed up, you understand?"
"Yes, sir," I answered.
"Sure," Tovin said in a disinterested tone.
He let go of our rifles and we kept them pointed at the ceiling as we were told. I looked up and down the length of the tube before turning it over and inspecting the area under the barrel. It was split underneath with what looked like some kind of spring running along the length of the tube.
"They're not loaded," Mitch said, waving for us to follow him to the other side of the room. "But you will always treat them like they are. I'm going to show you how to load them over here. Set them down on the desk, I'm gonna stand between the two of you so I can watch you both."
I set my gun down in front of me and looked to my right. There was a box of what I presumed to be bullets. I expected them to be round pellet-like projectiles, but they were tubular with roughly textured heads on them.
"Turn your weapon over. You'll notice you can see a spring inside the bottom of the barrel. Close to the other end of your gun, you'll find a little round tab there. Take that tab and push it with your thumb all the way up toward the tip of the barrel. You'll then pop it out to the side there."
I did as he asked, and sure enough, the barrel popped out to the left at the tip of the weapon. I glanced over at Tovin who was struggling with the spring. Old Mitchell moved over and helped him with it. "Sometimes they get stuck," he muttered as he got Tovin to the same step I was at.
"Now," he shouted. "Take your ammunition right there in the box next to you, and begin placing the rounds into the underside of the barrel, flat side first. Then, you'll load more bullets into the gun overlapping one another. Be careful not to let the rounds collide with one another too heavily, or you could have a little accident."
I loaded the bullets carefully one after another until the barrel was about full. He checked on Tovin's rifle, and then inspected mine.
"Good. Now realign the barrel, there and come with me to the bay," he said, starting toward the practice range. I carefully lifted the weapon and rested it against my shoulder, turning with Tovin to follow him. When we stopped at the range, he motioned for Tovin first. "Come on, Will, we're gonna start with you."
"Pass," he said nonchalantly.
Old Mitchell blinked twice. "What?"
"I want to see Gill do it first," he said, stepping out of my way.
"It's a nickname," I said quickly, stepping up to the range. "Anyways, I'll go first, I don't mind, what do I do here?"
Mitch remained silent for a couple of seconds before clapping his hands once. "Okay! Well, go ahead and pull the hammer back."
I looked down at the weapon and then back up at him. Sensing my confusion, he carefully reached forward and pulled back a little tiny lever on the top of the rifle until it clicked. "That's called pulling the hammer back," he said. "Will, you watching this?"
He didn't wait for a response. "Next thing you're gonna do is pull that lever out underneath the gun. That's going to load the weapon with a fresh cartridge. You're gonna do that between every shot, now. Lift it up against your shoulder like this; get it snug in there." He pulled it against my shoulder. "Look down the iron sight there at the tip of the rifle and line it up against your target. Your weapon is primed and ready to fire. You're good for fifteen shots before you've got to reload. You can always flip it over to see how many bullets are left. Go ahead and aim carefully, and try and hit that target paper down there."
At the end of the range, there was a piece of paper with a silhouette of a human head, shoulders, and torso. I closed one eye for better aim and held the gun tightly as I lined up my shot.
"Don't pull the trigger," Mitch advised in my left ear. "Squeeze it. Squeeze the trigger until it doesn't move easily anymore. Then when you're sure about your aim, squeeze with just that little bit of extra strength you need."
I did as he said, and felt what he was referring to. With my target in sight, my hand steady, and my aim as true as I could hope for, I fired the weapon. The shot rang out right in my ear, but interestingly enough, it wasn't so bad when I was the one firing. I was ready for it, and expecting it.
"Holy smokes!" exclaimed Mitch. "You put one right between the eyes!"
"Beginners's luck," said a man from behind me. "I did the same thing first time I shot, and never did it again."
"Let's prove him wrong, James," Old Mitchell laughed. "Now use that lever under the gun to eject the casing and load a fresh bullet."
I pulled the lever and the shiny little bullet casing popped out the top and flew over my shoulder. It was a really satisfying feeling.
"Do I pull the hammer again? I asked.
"Nope, it'll pop back down. You'll only pull that hammer back the first time. Go ahead and fire again, only this time, aim for the neck."
"Alright," I said, closing my eye and tightening my focus. I squeezed the trigger just as I had the first time and shot a hole straight through the center of the target's neck. I lifted my head and smiled. "I hit it!"
"No way," said the man behind me. "Ain't never shot before, my ass. He's taking you for a ride, Mitch."
"You're sure you're new at this, son?" Old Mitchell asked, one eye half shut. "That's really impressive, kid. Seriously, if this is your first time holding a rifle, you might be cut out for the military. Had a staff sergeant with worse aim than you."
"Alright, alright," Tovin pushed me aside. "My turn. Let me show you something you'll never forget."
The two of us took turns shooting for hours. We hadn't even noticed the time going by. For once, it seemed Tovin had found something he wasn't naturally amazing at, and it was infuriating him to no end.
Conversely, I found something I was really, really good at. I hit my target almost every time, and to be honest, I couldn't figure out what was so difficult about it. A crowd had gathered to watch me shoot. I got really swift with the lever, and could shoot out both of a target's eyes, and put one in its forehead in a matter of seconds.
Tovin wasn't a bad shot, but I knew how he felt. If he wasn't first, he was last as far as he was concerned, and at one point he about threw his rifle. Old Mitchell had to talk to him about how some things come naturally to others, and how he shouldn't be discouraged from coming to the range and practicing.
It was rich hearing Tovin get that talk of all people. The natural genius that outshined everyone, struggling with something for the very first time. I almost couldn't believe I was better than him at something, and of course, it just had to be the thing that we'd never do again once we found our friends and went back home.
Our friends.
We were wasting time here. "Hey, Mitchel," I turned toward him. "When do we get our sign-on bonus? It was supposed to be something like 200 octims."
"You get your sign-on bonus when you bring back your first bounty," he responded quickly.
"What?" Tovin shouted. "That's not fair! We signed on, now where's our money?"
I was equally upset. We were lied to. But it made sense that they couldn't just hand us uniforms, cash, and a gun, and let us go. They wanted to make sure we at least killed a monster.
"It's fine," I said with a sigh. "Where can we find bounties?"
"It's not fine," Tovin protested.
I yanked him by the collar of his shirt and looked him in the eyes. "It's fine," I said slowly and firmly. "We'll run out, bag a monster, and be back before dark."
He held eye contact with me for several seconds before shrugging me off of him and walking away. He stormed across the bay and left through the double doors at the other end of the room.
"My brother was the same way," said Mitch. "Hard-headed. Stubborn as a mule. Loyal as anyone you'd ever meet though."
He had no idea. Tovin wasn't just difficult, but he was turning into a walking liability. I didn't know how much longer I could take him acting like this. Suddenly, Mitch extended his arm, pointing to a door adjacent to where he'd gotten our guns from.
"Bounty board is in there. Come on, I'll show you."
It was a medium-sized room with several corkboards wall to wall filled with bounties. Every monster was named and almost all of them were sketched to a professional degree. You could find how much money the monster was going for, which hunters it had killed, where it was last seen, as well as whether or not there were hunters currently after it.
They had a system where you would notate which monster you were going after, and if you didn't return, they'd add your name under the list of hunters that died searching for it. There were so many monsters I couldn't believe it, and according to Old Mitchell, these were only the monsters within a five-mile radius of Bronzegirder.
I learned the process of choosing a bounty and chose a smaller monster with no names under its fatality list. Mitch agreed it was a good monster for beginners, and offered a few pointers for tracking it. I submitted the bounty request and got it approved before leaving the bay and heading down the hall in search of Tovin. I entered the lobby and didn't see him. I left the building and found him at the top of the steps staring out into the street where a couple of vehicles were hauling something massive together under a tarp.
Several uniformed hunters were walking slowly next to the vehicles. Their uniforms were tattered and bloodstained, and a few of them walked with a limp. We watched as the exhausted men passed the building on their way down the road. Two of them were sobbing silently, but we could tell by their exposed teeth and wrinkled expressions that they'd lost someone.
From beneath the tarp, a scaly limb fell off the side of the vehicle and dangled lifelessly. It was a reptilian-looking arm with an open wound, and the shredded remnants of a uniform hanging from its claws.
"Gill," Tovin said quietly. "Is that..."
"Yeah," I answered.
"That's definitely a monster."
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But there was an interesting caveat there. He called us by the names O'Malley had erroneously wrote down in his ledger. The men that were chasing us that day had picked up our actual fake aliases, but then we'd killed them at the inn. It seemed that knowledge died with them– a drop of good luck in a raging downpour it seemed.
"William," I said just loud enough to catch his attention.
He turned and eyed me. "Huh? Were you talking to me?"
I lifted an eyebrow. "Yeah. Who else would I be calling William?"
He narrowed his eyes, "It's Tovin, you spaz."
I glanced around nervously. Nobody appeared to have been listening to us. I took him by the shoulder and led him away from the crowd gathered around the picture boxes. "What are you doing?" I hissed.
"What am I doing?" he scoffed. "What are you doing? You know my name. What, are you playing a game right now?"
"Our aliases," I said through my teeth. "We're using fake names, remember?"
His expression changed from annoyed and confused to forlorn and somber. He swallowed and looked away. "... I'm losing it again, aren't I?" he asked.
I remained silent. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want him to feel worse about it, but that would have been a dangerous slip-up in front of the wrong person. Before now, I was starting to think that Tovin back home had overblown how quickly the mental decline would be.
"Don't worry about it," I said finally, passing him on the sidewalk further into the city. "Come on. We need to find a way to make some money."
"And fast," he added, trailing behind me. "We need food, clothes, and a couple of beds. And more cigarettes, too. I've only got a few left and I'm trying to make them last."
We walked the mazelike streets of Bronzegirder looking for work. I wasn't used to Diesel society yet and often found myself hung up on storefront windows that marketed all kinds of gadgets and technology. I would do my best not to stare when people walked by wearing metallic pieces on their persons.
Some wore gadgets on their forearms, some on their wrists, and others in various other areas. I wondered what purpose they served, where they were sold, and how expensive they could be. And it wasn't just the gadgets. There were far more dark-skinned people here than we had in Galgia. It was something I had read about but never experienced. They ranged from light tan all the way to almost black, and it just added to the culture shock.
There appeared to be people living in the buildings above the storefronts. The tall towers we had seen in the far distance earlier served as housing as well as business space. Diesillians stood on their balconies, some hanging wet laundry, others leaning over their railing while they enjoyed a drink or a smoke. We passed so many things I would have wanted to stop and look at were we not being hunted. DuPonte seemed awfully sure of himself when he said he'd find us, but for the life of me, I couldn't imagine how one would find antything they were looking for in this city.
"I'm totally lost," I admitted. "We need a map or something."
He remained quiet. I turned to speak to him more directly only to find that he wasn't behind me anymore. My stomach dropped as I looked around at the sea of people.
"William?" I called out. "William!"
It was no good. I'd have to literally scream if I wanted to breach the drone of the crowd, and I couldn't afford to draw too much attention to myself. There was also the possibility that he'd forgotten his name again anyway. I adjusted the straps of my backpack and sighed deeply before doubling back. He couldn't have wandered too far away, and he'd be easy to spot against the horde of people in more modern clothing.
I kept close to the storefronts as I picked up my pace. I began to peer into each store as I passed them. The longer I searched, the more I worried. He wasn't in his right mind. He'd get himself noticed and captured if he let too much slip, or pulled down his hood. I came to the turn we had taken after we'd left the picture boxes. He was with me at this point, I was sure of it. I turned around and swallowed as I scanned the crowd.
This was really, really, bad.
"William?" I tried again. I decided to cross the street and nearly got run over by one of their vehicles. It screeched to a stop and when I lowered my arms, I found the front of the metallic machine inches from my face.
"Git the fuck oudda da road!" shouted the pilot, shaking his fist in the air. I quickly scurried onto the opposite sidewalk and made my way down the street with the flow of the crowd. I kept my eyes peeled as I walked. It was difficult to see over everyone's shoulders. Diesillians were a good deal taller than Galgians as a rule, and it made it a nightmare for an average-sized guy like myself. Just when I was about to start asking around, something caught my ear.
Something I never expected to hear– music.
I stopped in my tracks and the public parted around me like a river around a boulder. I turned toward the sound and followed my ears to a large silver pavilion nestled between two tall buildings. It looked like an empty lot that had been designed for another tall building but instead served as some sort of inner-city courtyard where live entertainment performed.
I slowly approached as a woman stood in front of a mic stand singing while a band performed with shining metallic instruments behind her. She had black hair styled in a way I'd never seen hair styled. It was pulled up and around under a hat and shined the same as her red lipstick did. But what awed me the most was that she was singing.
No danger; no combat; no sign of beasts being summoned forth. She sang beautifully, adding something to music that I had never in my life once considered because in Galgia, to sing was to slaughter. Music was a tool of war and forbidden entirely outside of such circumstances, for if one of us were even to hum, anything could come crawling out of the resulting portal.
But here she was, singing what I presumed were the words to a poem in perfect rhythm and harmony with the band that played behind her.
"You're my machine, my heart's ignition. The gears that keep my love in motion. You're the engine that never tires– the pistons set my soul on fire."
I was completely taken in. It was therefore no surprise to me that here in the crowd, I spotted Tovin watching her with equal admiration from the edge of the stage. I weaved through the crowd as politely as I was able and then stopped next to him. He glanced at me before quickly returning his eyes back to the stage. I didn't say anything to him; no words needed said so long as she was singing.
"You, my dear, a love machine, the one that keeps my bearings clean– I'm addicted to your engine's roar, your power's what I'm living for."
I wasn't a hundred percent sure what she was talking about, but it was clearly a love song written for one lucky guy. When the song was finished, she ever so slightly lifted her ruby-red dress from the sides and took a bow. The crowd clapped, a few whistles coming from somewhere behind us.
"Thank you," she said softly into the mic. "It's important to remember that love conquers all," she said, passing her deep black eyes over us. "Hatred fades over time, but love lasts; it endures. This next song is about a long lost love and reconnection."
We stayed and listened to a couple more songs before she left the stage, and the band with her. She disappeared on promises of returning tomorrow for a second show. Of all the things thus far I had seen in the land of our enemy, something so sweet as non-weaponized music ranked among the most surprising and awe-inspiring.
As the crowd began to disperse back onto the main street, I turned to Tovin. "Hey, do me a favor and don't disappear like that. I didn't know where you were and we've got to stick together."
"Can we come back here tomorrow?" he asked, completely ignoring what I'd said. He stared at me with hopeful eyes, a small smile on his face. It still felt strange of him to ask me permission for anything, but I couldn't deny that it was a pretty magical performance.
"Only if we live that long," I answered with a heaping helping of snark. "We need money so we can get off these streets tonight. Come on, we're losing daylight."
He looked past my shoulder and suddenly pointed. "What about that?"
I turned to see a bulletin board posted on the side of a building not far from us. On it were several posts, but one of them specifically read, "200 Octim Sign-On Bonus." The two of us walked up the board and looked over the job.
"There's a sign-on bonus," Tovin said as his eyes moved down the paper. "The Empress needs you. Galgian dogs sent monsters to run amok in our fair empire. Officials are spread thin amidst heightened tensions with Galgia's military. Find and kill monsters for bounties. Seek employment at the Hunters' Barracks at 443 Alloy Avenue on the north side of town. Look for the men in uniform."
"Monsters?" I asked. "There aren't any monsters in Galgia. None in all of Aurii if our textbooks are accurate."
"You want to at least check it out?" he asked.
"I think we'd be wasting our time," I said dismissively. "We hiked through a bunch of wilderness closer to the Galgian border and we didn't see anything all night."
He folded his arms. "Then let's get our sign-on bonus and leave."
That was such a fantastic point that I pushed my palm against my forehead and visibly cringed. "Oof. Why am I so dumb?" I whined.
"I don't think you're dumb," Tovin said as he moved down the bulletin board to look at other flyers. "I think you're just honest to a fault. It never would have occurred to you to do something so underhanded."
I would never get used to compliments from Tovin. It was like watching a different person wear his body and speak with his voice. Had life at ENU really been such a drag on him?
"None of these other jobs are offering money upfront," he added, turning to face me. "Let's head to the north side of town and see if we can find Alloy Avenue."
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The walk was long and difficult– not because it was too far, but because we had to pass so much delicious-smelling food along the way. I hadn't been sure before if Tovin was as hungry as I was, but the north side of Bronzegirder was quiet enough to hear both of our stomachs growling in concert with one another. The buildings were made of brick in the district we wandered through, and the walkways were closer to cobblestone like the kind we had back home. The roads were three times as wide, there were benches along the walkways, and they had planted trees caged in black iron gates at the trunks. The few people that strolled the sidewalks on Alloy Avenue were well-to-do, dressed in expensive-looking suits and wearing high hats with wide brims.
"I like this side of town better," Tovin said as we looked for building addresses. "Though I have to say, I'm surprised to see trees in the collossity."
"Goes a little against what we were taught doesn't it?" I asked.
"I don't recall being taught anything," he grumbled. "It's just another thing I somehow know."
I cast him a sympathetic glance and he didn't seem to like it. He scowled at me, "Don't you pity me."
"I'm not," I rolled my eyes. "I'd never feel bad for you Tovin, not in a thousand years."
"Just shut up," he snapped. "We're here."
He stopped in front of a brick building with an impressive stone staircase that had bronze handrails running up the length of them. At the top were two men in uniform just as the flyer had indicated. He was the first to start up the steps and I quickly followed behind him. As we passed them I took a good look at their uniforms. I could have sworn that I'd seen them somewhere before. We walked up to the glass doors and pulled them open.
A blast of warm air blew over us as we entered the building and it was a welcome reprieve from the cold. Inside was smaller than I had anticipated. I was expecting high ceilings, murals, metal artwork, and all kinds of stuff from how nice the outside looked. Instead, we found ourselves standing in a dirty lobby about the size of a headmaster's office. There were several rows of chairs dotted with people filling out forms on clipboards. At the back of the lobby was a little window with a man sitting on the other side. He was dark-skinned, had a shaved head, and bore a grisly pink scar across his cheek. He waved us forward when he noticed us.
"Let me do the talking," I whispered to Tovin, taking the lead in front of him as we made our way over; he didn't protest.
"Afternoon, gentlemen," he spoke into a microphone that relayed his voice to us through a little black device on the window. "Thinking about joining up?"
Before I could even speak, Tovin leaned onto the counter. "So when you say monsters," he adopted a skeptical look. "You mean like the ones that don't exist?"
The man behind the counter rolled his eyes. "Oh, great, another conspiracy theorist."
"What did you call me?" Tovin shot back.
"Ahhh, ha ha," I called out loudly, pulling Tovin back by his shoulder. "My brother is better at fighting than talking," I covered quickly. "Just talk to me from here on in."
He cast me a disinterested glance before handing us both clipboards with forms attached. "Whatever. Just read the whole thing and sign the liability waiver at the bottom. He's free to deny their existence while they're chewing his face off, but the empire won't be responsible for it."
I took both of the clipboards and passed one to Tovin. The two of us sat down and began going through them– and immediately, we faced a problem. They wanted first and last names, home addresses, medical history, and something called landline numbers. Tovin and I exchanged glances; this wasn't going to work.
I stood up and slowly walked back up to the counter as I looked over the document. Every time I looked, it seemed more and more ridiculous. Blood type? Social security number? Insurance provider? I didn't know what any of this meant. It might as well have been in an entirely different language.
"Did you have a question?" asked the man behind the counter.
"Yeah, I don't have most of this information," I said, setting the clipboard down on the counter. "Sorry, but we're gonna have to just go."
"Well, hang on now," he said, reaching under the little pass-through window and retrieving the clipboard. "I take it you boys are homeless then?" he asked.
"Uhh... Yeah," I answered tentatively. Did they really have such a homeless problem that he was able to jump to that conclusion so quickly? "We don't know how to answer these questions, so thanks anyways."
"I said hang on, dammit," he called through the mic before swiveling around in his chair and pulling some kind of lever underneath it that caused it to sink lower to the floor. He opened a cabinet and began rifling through it. I peered through the window at his chair– it was on some kind of ball axis that allowed him to spin in it freely. I felt like every couple of minutes I was seeing something I'd never seen before. He swiveled back around and lifted his chair back up before he handing me a new form. It was more like a strip of paper with three questions on it.
Shirt size, shoe size, and pant size.
There was a second slip of paper underneath it. I looked back up at the window attendant as Tovin appeared next to me. I handed him the slip of paper and we exchanged glances.
"The empire isn't being picky right now," spoke the man through the speaker. "You'll be assigned a number, a gun, and a uniform. You won't be eligible for emergency care, and you can't be assigned to a party. It'll be just the two of you. If you're still interested, we need all the help we can get."
I shrugged at Tovin, and he got to work filling out the information. I leaned on the counter and jotted down my uniform size before signing the waiver and handing everything back. He took both of the documents and then nodded toward the door on his right. "Come on back."
He reached under the table and did something that caused the door to make a whirring sound. It popped open on its own, and he thumbed us over to it. "Close it on your way in. Walk straight down the hall and through the third door on your left. Your hunter number is 27B and his is 28B."
We walked down the hallway and found the designated door already opened and with a sign on the inside that read, "Uniforms HERE" with an arrow pointing into the room. We were met by a portly woman with bouncy curls that hung down to her shoulders. She sat behind a desk absolutely surrounded by hanging uniforms, all kept in clear covering. She sized us up with a retractable ruler– the coolest ruler I had ever seen. After she took our measurements, she began sifting through uniforms.
"Why did they ask us for our sizes if they were going to measure us?" Tovin grumbled.
"I don't know," I whispered. "Just be quiet."
"Don't tell me to be quiet," he shot back, elbowing me in the ribs.
She turned around holding two suits by the hangers, one in each hand. "Your uniforms will come out of your first bounty collected," she announced. "No money needed upfront. Change into them and make sure they fit." We took them from her and she breezed past us. "Holler out here when you're changed." She closed the door behind her.
We turned away from one another and began getting dressed. I pulled back the crinkly clear material and looked down at the uniform. Now that I was seeing it closer, it was actually an extremely dark shade of blue, rather than black as I had thought prior. I looked down at the hat and held it in my hands. I had seen it before. Then, all at once, it came rushing back to me.
These were the uniforms of the men that had come to the mine. They had come carrying guns to inspect the worksite after what had happened to Hammer. Skully must have thought a monster had gotten to him based on the state of his body. I stared down at the uniform in disbelief. Could monsters really be running around in Diesel territory?
"You better not be looking over here," Tovin warned.
They had mistaken what Tovin had done for a monster attack. Skully's "fonekall" wasn't a pilgrimage. It was some form of long-distance communication. She reached out to the capital to request aid from someone, and they sent these guys. I began to wonder if I was making a mistake. If we could be dispatched like that, then we could feasibly be sent back to the camp.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. We were only in it for the sign-on bonus. Once we had that in our hands, we'd be outta here. We could even jump to the next town. They knew nothing about us other than our clothing size. We could be dust in the wind by tomorrow morning.
I shoved those thoughts to the back of my mind and quickly got dressed. The uniform fit perfectly, it was comfortable, and best of all had been designed with a high collar. It covered our neck markings perfectly. I turned to see Tovin with the hat on already. He looked like a classic Diesel villain from a comic book I had read as a kid.
"It fits nice," he said, testing the range of motion he had in his arms. "I think this will work."
"Yeah," I nodded. "Let's get our money and get the hell out."
"Speaking my language," he smirked.
He moved for the door and leaned out, calling for the attendant. I looked at myself in the full-body mirror and did a quick turnaround. I had to admit, I looked pretty darn stylish. The white gloves, belt, and hat looked pretty good against the dark blue and gold buttons.
The woman returned and smiled at both of us, her curls bouncing as she tossed her gaze cartoonishly left and right between us. "You two look good!"
"Thanks," I smiled back. "When do we get our sign-on bonus?"
"Oh, don't worry about that just yet," she said, moving back to her desk. "Do you boys know how to shoot?" she asked as she sat down.
"Shoot?" Tovin asked.
"A gun," she clarified, her smile fading. "Have either of you shot a gun?"
"No, ma'am," I answered. "Our parents didn't let us near them growing up."
"That's no problem," she said, lifting her hands. "We're happy to teach you the basics. You'll just exit the room and go left down to the very end of the hallway. I'll buzz you through the double doors at the end, and Old Mitchell will take you from there."
Tovin audibly groaned, and I took him by the arm, leading him out of the room. We walked down the hallway as he bellyached about what a waste of time it was. It was unlike him to turn his nose up at the opportunity to learn the ins and outs of a new weapon. In fact, he'd been acting weirdly childish lately. I didn't like it. It beat dealing with Tovin-Classic, but it was still a hassle. As we neared the end of the hallway, we began hearing the sound of guns being fired one by one.
The doors buckled and hummed the same as the first door had, and we pushed them open. We passed into a large room with Diesillians shooting at targets a good distance away. This was why the building was so large and the lobby was so small. The brick walls were covered in informational and safety posters, as well as what appeared to be schematics for the weapons themselves.
I looked across the large room to see a man striding toward us. He was wearing shiny black boots that were laced tightly to his calves. His pants and jacket were hunter green, and he bore perhaps the silliest mustache I'd ever seen; It was long and curled at the tips. I had to be careful not to snicker– his eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses, and I couldn't tell if he was watching me.
"New recruits?" he called out to us from entirely too far away.
"Yes sir," I called back. "My brother and I just signed up."
"Brothers!" he exclaimed. "I love it, dammit!" He stopped in front of us. He was chewing on something and was being as obnoxious as he possibly could about it. He was wearing perhaps the stupidest hat I had seen of the Diesel yet. It had no visible brim and was high on one side while sloping down toward the other. For the life of me, I couldn't discern the purpose of it.
"You boys know how to shoot?" he asked.
"No sir," I shook my head. "We're new at this."
"Good," he smiled widely. "That means you haven't formed any bad habits yet. I love newbies," he said before waving for us to follow him. "Come on, let's get you your rifles. I'm Mitch, but folks around here call me Old Mitchell."
"James," I said as I followed after him. "This is my brother William." It was difficult to talk over the noise of the weapons. I occasionally jumped when someone shot their gun nearby– a reflex I couldn't wait to be rid of. He led us to a small room; so small that it might as well have been a glorified safe. He disappeared inside and came back out holding two guns. The same long metal tubes Tovin and I had been attacked with at O'Malley's inn.
We each took one and promptly inspected it. Suddenly, Old Mitchell stepped forward and grabbed both of our guns by the barrel, lifting them so they were pointed at the ceiling.
"You boys ever even held one of these?" he barked. "Careful where you aim. Never point one of these at anything or anyone that you're not prepared to destroy."
"They sweep you, Mitch?" asked a man as he passed behind us.
"Pointed 'em right at me," he called back with a laugh. "We'll get 'em straightened out, don't you worry about that." He looked at us both, chewing aggressively. "Now I'm gonna let these rifles go. You keep 'em pointed up, you understand?"
"Yes, sir," I answered.
"Sure," Tovin said in a disinterested tone.
He let go of our rifles and we kept them pointed at the ceiling as we were told. I looked up and down the length of the tube before turning it over and inspecting the area under the barrel. It was split underneath with what looked like some kind of spring running along the length of the tube.
"They're not loaded," Mitch said, waving for us to follow him to the other side of the room. "But you will always treat them like they are. I'm going to show you how to load them over here. Set them down on the desk, I'm gonna stand between the two of you so I can watch you both."
I set my gun down in front of me and looked to my right. There was a box of what I presumed to be bullets. I expected them to be round pellet-like projectiles, but they were tubular with roughly textured heads on them.
"Turn your weapon over. You'll notice you can see a spring inside the bottom of the barrel. Close to the other end of your gun, you'll find a little round tab there. Take that tab and push it with your thumb all the way up toward the tip of the barrel. You'll then pop it out to the side there."
I did as he asked, and sure enough, the barrel popped out to the left at the tip of the weapon. I glanced over at Tovin who was struggling with the spring. Old Mitchell moved over and helped him with it. "Sometimes they get stuck," he muttered as he got Tovin to the same step I was at.
"Now," he shouted. "Take your ammunition right there in the box next to you, and begin placing the rounds into the underside of the barrel, flat side first. Then, you'll load more bullets into the gun overlapping one another. Be careful not to let the rounds collide with one another too heavily, or you could have a little accident."
I loaded the bullets carefully one after another until the barrel was about full. He checked on Tovin's rifle, and then inspected mine.
"Good. Now realign the barrel, there and come with me to the bay," he said, starting toward the practice range. I carefully lifted the weapon and rested it against my shoulder, turning with Tovin to follow him. When we stopped at the range, he motioned for Tovin first. "Come on, Will, we're gonna start with you."
"Pass," he said nonchalantly.
Old Mitchell blinked twice. "What?"
"I want to see Gill do it first," he said, stepping out of my way.
"It's a nickname," I said quickly, stepping up to the range. "Anyways, I'll go first, I don't mind, what do I do here?"
Mitch remained silent for a couple of seconds before clapping his hands once. "Okay! Well, go ahead and pull the hammer back."
I looked down at the weapon and then back up at him. Sensing my confusion, he carefully reached forward and pulled back a little tiny lever on the top of the rifle until it clicked. "That's called pulling the hammer back," he said. "Will, you watching this?"
He didn't wait for a response. "Next thing you're gonna do is pull that lever out underneath the gun. That's going to load the weapon with a fresh cartridge. You're gonna do that between every shot, now. Lift it up against your shoulder like this; get it snug in there." He pulled it against my shoulder. "Look down the iron sight there at the tip of the rifle and line it up against your target. Your weapon is primed and ready to fire. You're good for fifteen shots before you've got to reload. You can always flip it over to see how many bullets are left. Go ahead and aim carefully, and try and hit that target paper down there."
At the end of the range, there was a piece of paper with a silhouette of a human head, shoulders, and torso. I closed one eye for better aim and held the gun tightly as I lined up my shot.
"Don't pull the trigger," Mitch advised in my left ear. "Squeeze it. Squeeze the trigger until it doesn't move easily anymore. Then when you're sure about your aim, squeeze with just that little bit of extra strength you need."
I did as he said, and felt what he was referring to. With my target in sight, my hand steady, and my aim as true as I could hope for, I fired the weapon. The shot rang out right in my ear, but interestingly enough, it wasn't so bad when I was the one firing. I was ready for it, and expecting it.
"Holy smokes!" exclaimed Mitch. "You put one right between the eyes!"
"Beginners's luck," said a man from behind me. "I did the same thing first time I shot, and never did it again."
"Let's prove him wrong, James," Old Mitchell laughed. "Now use that lever under the gun to eject the casing and load a fresh bullet."
I pulled the lever and the shiny little bullet casing popped out the top and flew over my shoulder. It was a really satisfying feeling.
"Do I pull the hammer again? I asked.
"Nope, it'll pop back down. You'll only pull that hammer back the first time. Go ahead and fire again, only this time, aim for the neck."
"Alright," I said, closing my eye and tightening my focus. I squeezed the trigger just as I had the first time and shot a hole straight through the center of the target's neck. I lifted my head and smiled. "I hit it!"
"No way," said the man behind me. "Ain't never shot before, my ass. He's taking you for a ride, Mitch."
"You're sure you're new at this, son?" Old Mitchell asked, one eye half shut. "That's really impressive, kid. Seriously, if this is your first time holding a rifle, you might be cut out for the military. Had a staff sergeant with worse aim than you."
"Alright, alright," Tovin pushed me aside. "My turn. Let me show you something you'll never forget."
The two of us took turns shooting for hours. We hadn't even noticed the time going by. For once, it seemed Tovin had found something he wasn't naturally amazing at, and it was infuriating him to no end.
Conversely, I found something I was really, really good at. I hit my target almost every time, and to be honest, I couldn't figure out what was so difficult about it. A crowd had gathered to watch me shoot. I got really swift with the lever, and could shoot out both of a target's eyes, and put one in its forehead in a matter of seconds.
Tovin wasn't a bad shot, but I knew how he felt. If he wasn't first, he was last as far as he was concerned, and at one point he about threw his rifle. Old Mitchell had to talk to him about how some things come naturally to others, and how he shouldn't be discouraged from coming to the range and practicing.
It was rich hearing Tovin get that talk of all people. The natural genius that outshined everyone, struggling with something for the very first time. I almost couldn't believe I was better than him at something, and of course, it just had to be the thing that we'd never do again once we found our friends and went back home.
Our friends.
We were wasting time here. "Hey, Mitchel," I turned toward him. "When do we get our sign-on bonus? It was supposed to be something like 200 octims."
"You get your sign-on bonus when you bring back your first bounty," he responded quickly.
"What?" Tovin shouted. "That's not fair! We signed on, now where's our money?"
I was equally upset. We were lied to. But it made sense that they couldn't just hand us uniforms, cash, and a gun, and let us go. They wanted to make sure we at least killed a monster.
"It's fine," I said with a sigh. "Where can we find bounties?"
"It's not fine," Tovin protested.
I yanked him by the collar of his shirt and looked him in the eyes. "It's fine," I said slowly and firmly. "We'll run out, bag a monster, and be back before dark."
He held eye contact with me for several seconds before shrugging me off of him and walking away. He stormed across the bay and left through the double doors at the other end of the room.
"My brother was the same way," said Mitch. "Hard-headed. Stubborn as a mule. Loyal as anyone you'd ever meet though."
He had no idea. Tovin wasn't just difficult, but he was turning into a walking liability. I didn't know how much longer I could take him acting like this. Suddenly, Mitch extended his arm, pointing to a door adjacent to where he'd gotten our guns from.
"Bounty board is in there. Come on, I'll show you."
It was a medium-sized room with several corkboards wall to wall filled with bounties. Every monster was named and almost all of them were sketched to a professional degree. You could find how much money the monster was going for, which hunters it had killed, where it was last seen, as well as whether or not there were hunters currently after it.
They had a system where you would notate which monster you were going after, and if you didn't return, they'd add your name under the list of hunters that died searching for it. There were so many monsters I couldn't believe it, and according to Old Mitchell, these were only the monsters within a five-mile radius of Bronzegirder.
I learned the process of choosing a bounty and chose a smaller monster with no names under its fatality list. Mitch agreed it was a good monster for beginners, and offered a few pointers for tracking it. I submitted the bounty request and got it approved before leaving the bay and heading down the hall in search of Tovin. I entered the lobby and didn't see him. I left the building and found him at the top of the steps staring out into the street where a couple of vehicles were hauling something massive together under a tarp.
Several uniformed hunters were walking slowly next to the vehicles. Their uniforms were tattered and bloodstained, and a few of them walked with a limp. We watched as the exhausted men passed the building on their way down the road. Two of them were sobbing silently, but we could tell by their exposed teeth and wrinkled expressions that they'd lost someone.
From beneath the tarp, a scaly limb fell off the side of the vehicle and dangled lifelessly. It was a reptilian-looking arm with an open wound, and the shredded remnants of a uniform hanging from its claws.
"Gill," Tovin said quietly. "Is that..."
"Yeah," I answered.
"That's definitely a monster."
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| HOUSE | FRAGRANCE | SIZE | REMAINING | Notes/Condition | Price | Type | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Amouage | Incense Rori Attar | 12mL | 100% Full | Brand New, Sealed | $475 | Niche |
| 2 | Amouage | Material (Woman) | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box; Tester Cap | $145 | Niche |
| 3 | Amouage | Orris Wakan Attar | 12mL | 99% Full | Full Presentation | $439 | Niche |
| 4 | Amouage | Rose Aqor Attar | 12mL | 99% Full | Full Presentation | $439 | Niche |
| 5 | Amouage | Vanilla Barka Attar | 12mL | 99% Full | Full Presentation | $439 | Niche |
| 6 | Andy Tauer | Cologne du Maghreb | 50mL | 99% Full | First Release, Rectangular Clear Bottle; With box | $95 | Niche |
| 7 | Boadicea The Victorious | Blue Sapphire | 100mL | 95% Full | Cap is cracked | $475 | Niche |
| 8 | Bond No. 9 | Madison Avenue | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box, No Cap | $125 | Niche |
| 9 | Bond No. 9 | Signature New York | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box, No Cap | $145 | Niche |
| 10 | Bond No. 9 | Madison Square Park | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box, No Cap | $135 | Niche |
| 11 | By Kilian | Bamboo Harmony | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester Refill (No Spray) | $209 | Niche |
| 12 | By Kilian | Gold Knight | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester Refill (No Spray) | $209 | Niche |
| 13 | By Kilian | Intoxicated | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester Refill (No Spray) | $209 | Niche |
| 14 | Byredo | Bal D'Afrique | 100mL | 100% Full | New, No Box | $165 | Niche |
| 15 | Byredo | Infloresence | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $150 | Niche |
| 16 | Byredo | Mixed Emotions | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $150 | Niche |
| 17 | Byredo | Mumbai Noise | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $150 | Niche |
| 18 | Byredo | Sunday Cologne | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $140 | Niche |
| 19 | Chanel Exclusif | Cuir de Russie EdT | 200mL | 95% Full | No Box; Tester | $725 | Niche |
| 20 | Chanel Exclusif | Misia EdT | 200mL | 98% Full | Vintage Discontinued Formula; No Box | $380 | Niche |
| 21 | Christian Dior / Dior Privee | Bois D'Argent | 7.5mL | 100% Full | Official Mini | $30 | Niche |
| 22 | Christian Dior / Dior Privee | Bois D'Argent | 5mL | 100% Full | Official Mini - Batch Code 0V01 (2010 Production Date) - Price includes shipping | $35 | Niche |
| 23 | Christian Dior / Dior Privee | Cologne Royale | 5mL | 100% Full | Official Mini - Batch Code 1X01 (2011 Production Date) - Price includes shipping | $30 | Niche |
| 24 | Christian Dior / Dior Privee | Diorissima | 7.5mL | 100% Full | Official Mini; No Cannister - Price includes shipping | $30 | Niche |
| 25 | Christian Dior / Dior Privee | Eau Noire | 5mL | 100% Full | Official Mini - Batch Code 1R01 (2011 Production Date) - Price includes shipping | $35 | Niche |
| 26 | Christian Dior / Dior Privee | Eden Roc | 7.5mL | 100% Full | Official Mini - Price includes shipping | $30 | Niche |
| 27 | Christian Dior / Dior Privee | Granville | 5mL | 100% Full | Official Mini - Batch Code 0V01 (2010 Production Date) - Price includes shipping | $35 | Niche |
| 28 | Christian Dior / Dior Privee | Gris Dior | 7.5mL | 100% Full | Official Mini - Price includes shipping | $35 | Niche |
| 29 | Christian Dior / Dior Privee | Milly-La-Foret | 5mL | 100% Full | Official Mini - Batch Code 0W01 (2010 Production Date) - Price includes shipping | $30 | Niche |
| 30 | Christian Dior / Dior Privee | Mitzah | 5mL | 100% Full | Official Mini - Batch Code 1W01 (2011 Production Date) - Price includes shipping | $35 | Niche |
| 31 | Christian Dior / Dior Privee | New Look 1947 | 5mL | 100% Full | Official Mini - Batch Code 1R01 (2011 Production Date) - Price includes shipping | $30 | Niche |
| 32 | Christian Dior / Dior Privee | Vetiver | 50mL | 100% Full | Magnetic Cap Decant | $141 | Niche |
| 33 | Clive Christian | I Pour Femme (Woody Floral with Vintage Rose) | 50mL | 99% Full | No Box | $180 | Niche |
| 34 | Clive Christian | Rock Rose | 50mL | 100% Full | Brand New, Sealed | $289 | Niche |
| 35 | Creed | Acqua Florentina - F Batch | 75mL | 95% Full | Box, No Cap. | $175 | Niche |
| 36 | Creed | Aventus - 22A11A | 100mL | 100% Full | Full Presentation | $250 | Niche |
| 37 | Creed | Aventus Cologne - 2022 Batch | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester with Cap | $234 | Niche |
| 38 | Creed | Aventus Cologne - F Batch (Plastic Cap) | 100mL | 100% Full | Brand New, Sealed in Box | $239 | Niche |
| 39 | Creed | Erolfa - 15X01 | 120mL | 100% Full | Tester with Cap | $369 | Niche |
| 40 | Creed | Fleurs de Gardenia - 17P01 | 75mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Cap, No Box | $125 | Niche |
| 41 | Creed | Green Irish Tweed - 2022 Batch | 100mL | 100% Full | Full Presentation | $195 | Niche |
| 42 | Creed | Himalaya - 22B01A | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester with Cap | $190 | Niche |
| 43 | Creed | Jardin D'Amalfi - 16H01 | 75mL | 100% Full | Tester with Cap | $240 | Niche |
| 44 | Creed | Millesime Imperial - F Batch | 100mL | 100% Full | Comes with Box and SQUARE Older Style Cap. | $180 | Niche |
| 45 | Creed | Neroli Sauvage - F241 | 100mL | 100% Full | Comes with Box and SQUARE Older Style Cap. | $180 | Niche |
| 46 | Creed | Royal Oud - F BATCH | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester with Cap | $289 | Niche |
| 47 | Creed | Royal Water - 20C01N | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester with Cap | $175 | Niche |
| 48 | Creed | Silver Mountain Water - 21V01A | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester with Cap | $190 | Niche |
| 49 | Creed | Spice and Wood - 18C01 | 75mL | 100% Full | Tester with Cap | $300 | Niche |
| 50 | Creed | Tabarome - 21Y01A | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box; No Cap | $149 | Niche |
| 51 | Creed | White Amber - 17W01 | 75mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box; No Cap | $149 | Niche |
| 52 | Creed | White Flowers - 18G01 | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box; No Cap | $189 | Niche |
| 53 | DS&DURGA | Amber Kiso | 100mL | 100% Full | New, No Box | $135 | Niche |
| 54 | Frederic Malle | Eau de Magnolia | 10mL | 100% Full | Official Travel Spray | $55 | Niche |
| 55 | Gallagher | Bergamot Silk | 100mL | 99% Full | $84 | Niche | |
| 56 | Giorgio Armani / Armani Prive | Gardenia Antigua | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $155 | Niche |
| 57 | Giorgio Armani / Armani Prive | Pierre de Lune | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $155 | Niche |
| 58 | Giorgio Armani / Armani Prive | Rose Alexandrie | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $155 | Niche |
| 59 | Guerlain | Angelique Noire | 30mL | 100% Full | Mini Bee Bottle Decant | $215 | Niche |
| 60 | Guerlain | Angelique Noire | 10mL | 100% Full | Tall Glass Decant | $55 | Niche |
| 61 | Guerlain | Cherry Oud | 200mL | 100% Full | Brand new tester without box | $319 | Niche |
| 62 | Guerlain | Cruel Gardenia | 200mL | 100% Full | Brand new tester without box | $299 | Niche |
| 63 | Guerlain | Derby | 100mL | 98% Full | Wooden Rimmed Bottle | $499 | Niche |
| 64 | Guerlain | Embruns D'Ylang | 200mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $299 | Niche |
| 65 | Guerlain | Gourmand Coquin | 10mL | 100% Full | Tall Glass Decant | $60 | Niche |
| 66 | Guerlain | Herbes Troublantes | 200mL | 100% Full | New, No Box | $339 | Niche |
| 67 | Guerlain | Joyeuse Tubereuse | 200mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $339 | Niche |
| 68 | Guerlain | Le Frenchy | 100mL | 98% Full | Wooden Rimmed Bottle | $249 | Niche |
| 69 | Guerlain | Oeillet Pourpre | 200mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $339 | Niche |
| 70 | Guerlain | Rose Barbare | 200mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $339 | Niche |
| 71 | Guerlain | Santal Pao Rosa | 200mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $339 | Niche |
| 72 | Guerlain | Tonka Imperiale | 30mL | 100% Full | Mini Bee Bottle Decant | $199 | Niche |
| 73 | Guerlain | Tonka Imperiale | 10mL | 100% Full | Tall Glass Decant | $55 | Niche |
| 74 | Hermes / Hermessence | Agar Ebene | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box, No Cap | $135 | Niche |
| 75 | Hermes / Hermessence | Epice Marine | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $145 | Niche |
| 76 | Hermes / Hermessence | Iris Ukiyoe | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box, No Cap | $145 | Niche |
| 77 | Hermes / Hermessence | Osmanthe Yunnan | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box, No Cap | $145 | Niche |
| 78 | Hermes / Hermessence | Santal Massoia | 100mL | 100% Full | No Box | $199 | Niche |
| 79 | Hermes / Hermessence | Vanille Galante | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box, No Cap | $135 | Niche |
| 80 | Hermes / Hermessence | Vetiver Tonka | 200mL | 100% Full | Full Presentation, Brand New. | $399 | Niche |
| 81 | Hiram Green | Vetiver | 50mL | 95% Full | Full Presentation | $130 | Niche |
| 82 | House of Sillage | Nouez Moi | 75mL | 99% Full | Tester | $120 | Niche |
| 83 | I Profumi di Firenze | Caterina De Medici | 50mL | 99% Full | No Box | $35 | Niche |
| 84 | Jacques Fath | Bel Ambre | 200mL | 99% Full | $79 | Niche | |
| 85 | Jacques Fath | Vers le Sud | 200mL | 99% Full | $79 | Niche | |
| 86 | Knize | Knize Ten | 125mL | 99% Full | No Box | $110 | Niche |
| 87 | Louis Vuitton | California Dreaming | 100mL | 98% Full | May be a tester; No Box/No Cap. May have scratches/small engraving | $190 | Niche |
| 88 | Louis Vuitton | Couer Battant | 100mL | 98% Full | May be a tester; No Box/No Cap. May have scratches/small engraving | $190 | Niche |
| 89 | Louis Vuitton | Mille Feux | 100mL | 98% Full | May be a tester; No Box/No Cap. May have scratches/small engraving | $190 | Niche |
| 90 | Maison Crivelli | Rose Saltifolia | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $159 | Niche |
| 91 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | 724 | 200mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $365 | Niche |
| 92 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | A la Rose | 200mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $325 | Niche |
| 93 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | Aqua Vitae Forte EdP | 70mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $160 | Niche |
| 94 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | Amyris Femme EdP | 70mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $139 | Niche |
| 95 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | Amyris Femme Extrait | 70mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $165 | Niche |
| 96 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | Aqua Celestia | 70mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $115 | Niche |
| 97 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | Aqua Celestia Cologne Forte | 200mL | 100% Full | Brand New, Sealed | $279 | Niche |
| 98 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | Aqua Celestia Cologne Forte | 70mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $149 | Niche |
| 99 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | Aqua Celestia Forte | 70mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $159 | Niche |
| 100 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | Aqua Universalis EdT | 70mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $109 | Niche |
| 101 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | Aqua Universalis EdT | 200mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $219 | Niche |
| 102 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | Aqua Universalis Cologne Forte | 70mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $119 | Niche |
| 103 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | Aqua Vitae | 200mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $219 | Niche |
| 104 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | Aqua Vitae Cologne Forte | 70mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $119 | Niche |
| 105 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | Baccarat Rouge 540 EdP | 200mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $375 | Niche |
| 106 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | Baccarat Rouge 540 Extrait | 70mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $300 | Niche |
| 107 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | Feminine Pluriel | 70mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $149 | Niche |
| 108 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | Gentle Fluidity Gold | 70mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $160 | Niche |
| 109 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | Grand Soir | 70mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $170 | Niche |
| 110 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | L'eau a La Rose | 70mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $129 | Niche |
| 111 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | L'homme A la Rose | 70mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $159 | Niche |
| 112 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | Oud EdP | 70mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $170 | Niche |
| 113 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | Oud Extrait | 10mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $35 | Niche |
| 114 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | Oud Silk Mood EdP | 70mL | 40% Full | Tester; No Box | $75 | Niche |
| 115 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | Petit Matin | 70mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $145 | Niche |
| 116 | Maison Francis Kurkdjian | Petit Matin | 200mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $350 | Niche |
| 117 | Maitre et Parfumer Gantier | Le Jeune Homme Eau Extravagante | 100mL | 35% Full | No Cap, No Box. Bottle May Leak. Ask about decanting | $15 | Niche |
| 118 | Mark Birley | Charles Street | 75mL | 97% Full | Travel Version | $90 | Niche |
| 119 | Masque Milano | Tango | 35mL | 99% Full | $90 | Niche | |
| 120 | Memo Paris | Italian Leather | 75mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box or Cap | $135 | Niche |
| 121 | Memo Paris | Lailabella | 75mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box; No Cap | $135 | Niche |
| 122 | Memo Paris | Marfa | 75mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box; No Cap | $135 | Niche |
| 123 | Memo Paris | Moon Fever | 75mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box; No Cap | $135 | Niche |
| 124 | Memo Paris | Oriental Leather | 75mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box; No Cap | $135 | Niche |
| 125 | Mind Games | Caissa | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $250 | Niche |
| 126 | Mind Games | Checkmate | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $225 | Niche |
| 127 | Mind Games | Gardez (Black Queen) | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $225 | Niche |
| 128 | Mind Games | Scholar's Mate | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $225 | Niche |
| 129 | Mizensir | Ideal Oud | 100mL | 100% Full | No Box | $155 | Niche |
| 130 | Mizensir | Bois de Mysore | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $155 | Niche |
| 131 | Mona di Orio | Cuir | 75mL | 99% Full | No Box | $120 | Niche |
| 132 | Mona di Orio | Nuit de Noir | 75mL | 99% Full | No Box | $120 | Niche |
| 133 | Oliver and Co. | M.O.U.S.S.E. | 50mL | 99% Full | Limited Edition 87/133 | $110 | Niche |
| 134 | Parfums de Marley | Delina Pour Le Corps (Body Cream) | 200mL | 100% Full | Full Presentation | $75 | Niche |
| 135 | Parfums de Marley | Sedley | 125mL | 100% Full | Brand New in Box, Sealed | $149 | Niche |
| 136 | Parfums de Nicolai | Patchouli Intense | 100mL | 98% Full | Full Presentation | $119 | Niche |
| 137 | Perris Monte Carlo | Tuberuese Absolue | 100mL | 99% Full | No Box | $99 | Niche |
| 138 | Pomare's Stolen Perfume | Angel's Share | 9mL | 70% Full | No Box | $40 | Niche |
| 139 | Roja Dove | Apex Discovery Atomizer | 7.5mL | 99% Full | $50 | Niche | |
| 140 | Roja Dove | Creation-E Essence de Parfum | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box, No Cap | $150 | Niche |
| 141 | Roja Dove | Scandal Essence de Parfum | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box; No Cap | $150 | Niche |
| 142 | Roman Monegal | L'eau de Rose | 50mL | 97% Full | $70 | Niche | |
| 143 | Santa Maria Novella | Sandalo | 100mL | 95% Full | No Box | $80 | Niche |
| 144 | The Harmonist | Desired Earth Eau de Parfum | 50mL | 100% Full | Brand new, Sealed | $219 | Niche |
| 145 | The Harmonist | Magnetic Wood Parfum | 50mL | 100% Full | BNIB Sealed | $229 | Niche |
| 146 | Tom Ford | Beau de Jour | 1000mL | 100% Full | Sealed Dramming Bottle | $1,000 | Niche |
| 147 | Tom Ford | Fougere Platine | 250mL | 100% Full | Full Decanter, No Box | $375 | Niche |
| 148 | Tom Ford | Fougere Platine | 1000mL | 100% Full | Sealed Dramming Bottle | $1,000 | Niche |
| 149 | Tom Ford | Fucking Fabulous | 50mL | 100% Full | Brand New, Sealed | $190 | Niche |
| 150 | Tom Ford | Neroli Portofino | 1000mL | 100% Full | Sealed Dramming Bottle | $850 | Niche |
| 151 | Tom Ford | Oud Fleur | 1000mL | 100% Full | Sealed Dramming Bottle | $1,000 | Niche |
| 152 | Tom Ford | Rose de Chine | 50mL | 100% Full | Brand New, Sealed | $199 | Niche |
| 153 | Tom Ford | Rose Prick | 100mL | 100% Full | Brand New, Sealed | $269 | Niche |
| 154 | Tom Ford | Soleil Blanc EdP | 50mL | 100% Full | Brand New, Sealed | $145 | Niche |
| 155 | Tom Ford | Soleil Neige | 1000mL | 100% Full | Sealed Dramming Bottle | $850 | Niche |
| 156 | Tom Ford | Tobacco Vanille | 50mL | 90% Full | Full Presentation with Box | $160 | Niche |
| 157 | Tom Ford | Tuscan Leather | 50mL | 100% Full | Magnetic Cap Decant | $115 | Niche |
| 158 | Tom Ford | Vert des Bois | 1000mL | 100% Full | Sealed Dramming Bottle | $900 | Niche |
| 159 | Tom Ford | White Suede | 1000mL | 100% Full | Sealed Dramming Bottle | $850 | Niche |
| 160 | TVGA | Milestones Extrait | 9mL | 90% Full | No Box | $40 | Niche |
| 161 | Washington Tremlett | Black Tie | 100mL | 95% Full | $125 | Niche | |
| 162 | Xerjoff | Accento | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $169 | Niche |
| 163 | Yves Saint Laurent | Tuxedo | 250mL | 100% Full | Brand New, Sealed | $375 | Niche |
| 164 | Acqua di Parma | Arancia Di Capri | 150mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $65 | Designer |
| 165 | Acqua di Parma | Colonia EdC | 100mL | 100% Full | Brand New, Sealed | $75 | Designer |
| 166 | Acqua di Parma | Colonia Intensa | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $65 | Designer |
| 167 | Aqua di Parma | Magnolia Nobile | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $115 | Designer |
| 168 | Caron | Pour un Homme de Caron Le Matin | 125mL | 100% Full | Opened to test, sprayed once | $84 | Designer |
| 169 | Caron | Pour un Homme de Caron Le Soir | 125mL | 100% Full | Opened to test, sprayed once | $84 | Designer |
| 170 | Chanel | Allure Homme | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $75 | Designer |
| 171 | Chanel | Allure Homme Sport - Aftershave Balm | 100mL | 99% Full | No Box | $65 | Designer |
| 172 | Chanel | Allure Pour Femme EdT | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $65 | Designer |
| 173 | Chanel | Bleu de Chanel - Aftershave Balm | 100mL | 99% Full | No Box, Minor Cosmetic Damage | $55 | Designer |
| 174 | Chanel | Bleu de Chanel - Aftershave Lotion | 100mL | 99% Full | No Box, Minor Cosmetic Damage | $55 | Designer |
| 175 | Chanel | Chance Eau Fraiche EdT | 150mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $120 | Designer |
| 176 | Chanel | Chance Eau Tendre EdP | 50mL | 90% Full | Tester; No Box | $90 | Designer |
| 177 | Chanel | Chance Eau Tendre EdT | 150mL | 99% Full | Tester; No Box | $120 | Designer |
| 178 | Chanel | Coco EdP | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $85 | Designer |
| 179 | Chanel | Coco Mademoiselle - Moisturizing Body Lotion | 200mL | 99% Full | No Box | $55 | Designer |
| 180 | Chanel | Coco Mademoiselle EdP | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $90 | Designer |
| 181 | Chanel | Coco Mademoiselle EdP Intense | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $95 | Designer |
| 182 | Chanel | Coco Mademoiselle EdT | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $65 | Designer |
| 183 | Chanel | Coco Mademoiselle L'eau Privee | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $90 | Designer |
| 184 | Chanel | Cristalle Eau Vert EdTC | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $135 | Designer |
| 185 | Chanel | Cristalle EdP | 50mL | 95% Full | Tester; No Box | $135 | Designer |
| 186 | Chanel | Gabrielle Essence EdP | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $90 | Designer |
| 187 | Chanel | No. 19 | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $115 | Designer |
| 188 | Chanel | No. 19 Poudre EdP | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $135 | Designer |
| 189 | Chanel | No. 5 Eau Premiere | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $85 | Designer |
| 190 | Chanel | No. 5 EdP | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $85 | Designer |
| 191 | Christian Dior | Dior Homme Cologne | 125mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $85 | Designer |
| 192 | Christian Dior | Dior Homme Eau | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $125 | Designer |
| 193 | Christian Dior | Dior Homme Sport - 2017 Version | 125mL | 99% Full | Tester; No Box Batch Code is 6Y02 | $95 | Designer |
| 194 | Christian Dior | J'adore in Joy EdT | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester with Cap, No Box | $60 | Designer |
| 195 | Floris | 007 | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester with Cap, No Box | $100 | Designer |
| 196 | Floris | Cefiro | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester with Cap, No Box | $59 | Designer |
| 197 | Giorgio Armani | Acqua di Gio Absolu | 75mL | 99% Full | Full Presentation, Box has some wear | $75 | Designer |
| 198 | Guerlain | Habit Rouge L'instinct | 100mL | 99% Full | Sprayed once | $84 | Designer |
| 199 | Guerlain | L'instant de Guerlain Pour Homme EXTREME | 10mL | 100% Full | VINTAGE BLACK RIM - DECANT | $50 | Designer |
| 200 | Hermes | H24 EdT | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $65 | Designer |
| 201 | Hermes | Twilly | 80mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Box | $65 | Designer |
| 202 | Jo Malone | Amber & Lavender | 30mL | 90% Full | No Box | $52 | Designer |
| 203 | Jo Malone | English Oak & Redcurrant | 30mL | 80% Full | No Box | $49 | Designer |
| 204 | Jo Malone | English Pear & Freesia | 100mL | 100% Full | Brand New with Gift Box and Gift Set (Body Wash, Body Lotion) | $180 | Designer |
| 205 | Jo Malone | Gardenia & Oud Absolu | 100mL | 100% Full | Brand New with Gift Box | $180 | Designer |
| 206 | Jo Malone | Rose & White Musk Absolu | 100mL | 100% Full | No Box | $180 | Designer |
| 207 | Ralph Lauren | Supreme Leather | 125mL | 99% Full | No Box | $90 | Designer |
| 208 | Thierry Mugler | A*MEN | 100mL | 99% Full | Rubber Flask; No Box | $75 | Designer |
| 209 | Thierry Mugler | A*MEN Ultra Zest | 100mL | 85-90% Full | Rubber Flask; No Box | $275 | Designer |
| 210 | Tom Ford | Black Orchid - Body Oil Mist | 50mL | 99% Full | No Box, Minor Cosmetic Damage | $50 | Designer |
| 211 | Amouage | Cristal and Gold Ladies | 50mL | 95% Full | Vintage, Incredibly hard to find. Full presentation in nice condition | $399 | Vintage |
| 212 | Cartier | Santos EdT | 100mL | 60% Full | Splash; Refillable; Original Formulation; No Box; Some Wear on Case | $199 | Vintage |
| 213 | Chanel | Egoiste Cologne Concentree | 100mL | 97% Full | Bottle Only | $399 | Vintage |
| 214 | Chanel | Gardenia EdT | 100mL | 100% Full | Vintage; Sealed | $390 | Vintage |
| 215 | Dior | Jules | 100mL | 95% Full | Vintage; Ribbed Bottle; No Box | $264 | Vintage |
| 216 | Dunhill | Cologne | 125mL | 99% Full | Vintage; Splash | $100 | Vintage |
| 217 | Escada | Pour Homme Aftershave | 75mL | 100% Full | BNIB Sealed | $165 | Vintage |
| 218 | Escada | Pour Homme Aftershave | 125mL | 100% Full | BNIB Sealed | $240 | Vintage |
| 219 | Floris | Bay Rum | 3.5 Oz | 97% Full | Vintage; Splash. "Use as a cologne, after shave lotion, or hair lotion." | $84 | Vintage |
| 220 | Floris | Special 127 | 100mL | 98% Full | Vintage; Dark Blue Box., 2 Royal Warrants, Vintage Version | $70 | Vintage |
| 221 | Fragonard | Zizanie | 240mL | 80% Full | Shaker bottle (Splash, not spray) no box. At least 80% Full. | $240 | Vintage |
| 222 | Geo F Trumper | Ajaccio Violets | 100mL | 99% Full | $40 | Vintage | |
| 223 | Gucci | Envy Aftershave | 50mL | 100% Full | BNIB Sealed | $140 | Vintage |
| 224 | Gucci | Envy Aftershave | 100mL | 100% Full | BNIB Sealed | $215 | Vintage |
| 225 | Gucci | Rush for Men | 50mL | 100% Full | Full Presentation; These do not come fully filled | $190 | Vintage |
| 226 | Gucci | Rush for Men Aftershave | 100mL | 100% Full | BNIB Sealed | $140 | Vintage |
| 227 | Guerlain | Heritage EdT | 200mL | 100% Full | New; Vintage; Splash. 1991 Bottle. | $225 | Vintage |
| 228 | Guerlain | Samrasa EdP | 50mL | 100% Full | No Box | $109 | Vintage |
| 229 | Guerlain | Samsara EdT 1992-1993 Formulation | 100mL | 100% Full | Tester; No Cap; No Box | $109 | Vintage |
| 230 | Jean Desprez | Bal a Versailles | 9 Oz | 70% Full | Vintage; Splash; No Box Open to offers on this enormous bottle. | $135 | Vintage |
| 231 | Lacoste | Eau de Sport Vivifiante | 100mL | 99% Full | No Box | $130 | Vintage |
| 232 | Lacoste | Land | 100mL | 99% Full | $130 | Vintage | |
| 233 | Nino Cerruti | Fair Play Pour Homme | 100mL | 99% Full | Full presentation with Box | $275 | Vintage |
| 234 | Paco Rabanne | Eau de Metal | 20mL | 100% Full | Vintage; Mini | $15 | Vintage |
| 235 | Ralph Lauren | Silver Romance for Men | 100mL | 80% Full | No Box, No Cap | $165 | Vintage |
| 236 | Revillon | Pour Homme Eau de Toilette Super Concentrate | 60mL | 99% Full | Atomizer | $190 | Vintage |
| 237 | Revillon | Pour Homme Eau de Toilette Super Concentrate | 90mL | 99% Full | Atomizer | $290 | Vintage |
| 238 | Saxony | Russian Leather | 60mL | 70% Full | Vintage; Splash, Liquid is Cloudy. No Box | $10 | Vintage |
2023.03.21 18:32 FuckBarbie9876 Tired of looking like this
I feel so dangerously uncomfortable in my skin, physically and mentally. I have panic attacks so intense my blood pressure goes through the roof ( I'm only 18).
So it all started, at 17 I finally achieved my goal weight of 80 lbs ( I was anorexic and bulimia for 4 years). I wasn't too insecure at all, I didn't compare myself to other girls. I had self harm scars that healed but no stretch marks or loose skin, a flat belly, tiny waist, etc. Well then I git pregnant, that all changed. My body is dramatically different than before I had my son, it didn't help that I was cheated on back to back while I was pregnant and my live in bf would jerk off to porn with it on full blast as he moaned and all. He'd post pictures of sexy models on Facebook and my heart would just drop into my belly everytime...I look nothing like those girls. I'm very unattractive actually...that's why I'm fighting to stay alive everyday. My current bf is friends eith strippers and sex workers so he see salot of that, he's used his ex to make me jealous, even using that she has a business against me ( I didn't even finish HS a... don't attack my bf it's not his fault he prefers them over me...
To paint u a mental picture I have black stringy damaged black hair in messy curls, dark brown eyes, an inch wide gap between my teeth, a muffin shaped body with no boobs or ass. Like a fridge, and stretch marks. I was bullied for my looks heavily from 6-12 grade, the bullies would make Instagram hate pages using unflattering pictures of me to diminish my appearance and personality despite always being a sweetheart...I never went to prom, nor was I ever asked out to prom, guys usually ignored me in real life/ highschool...I was always the butt of the joke, and now it still feels like I am. Everyday is getting harder to endure, but I have a 2 month old son and he'd honestly the only thing keeping me alive bc I'm his only parent...anyways, to the beautiful soul that reas this far . Thank you for listening to my story ..
submitted by FuckBarbie9876 to insecurity [link] [comments]
So it all started, at 17 I finally achieved my goal weight of 80 lbs ( I was anorexic and bulimia for 4 years). I wasn't too insecure at all, I didn't compare myself to other girls. I had self harm scars that healed but no stretch marks or loose skin, a flat belly, tiny waist, etc. Well then I git pregnant, that all changed. My body is dramatically different than before I had my son, it didn't help that I was cheated on back to back while I was pregnant and my live in bf would jerk off to porn with it on full blast as he moaned and all. He'd post pictures of sexy models on Facebook and my heart would just drop into my belly everytime...I look nothing like those girls. I'm very unattractive actually...that's why I'm fighting to stay alive everyday. My current bf is friends eith strippers and sex workers so he see salot of that, he's used his ex to make me jealous, even using that she has a business against me ( I didn't even finish HS a... don't attack my bf it's not his fault he prefers them over me...
To paint u a mental picture I have black stringy damaged black hair in messy curls, dark brown eyes, an inch wide gap between my teeth, a muffin shaped body with no boobs or ass. Like a fridge, and stretch marks. I was bullied for my looks heavily from 6-12 grade, the bullies would make Instagram hate pages using unflattering pictures of me to diminish my appearance and personality despite always being a sweetheart...I never went to prom, nor was I ever asked out to prom, guys usually ignored me in real life/ highschool...I was always the butt of the joke, and now it still feels like I am. Everyday is getting harder to endure, but I have a 2 month old son and he'd honestly the only thing keeping me alive bc I'm his only parent...anyways, to the beautiful soul that reas this far . Thank you for listening to my story ..
2023.03.21 18:21 TM888 37 [M4F] US-EST/Anywhere/Online - Broken Heart Seeking Something Real
Hearts are broken by once thought love, family, friends, and society. I've been there, so I know how it is. We all have. Is it better to have loved for one intense moment and had it burn away or to have never happened at all? Do we mourn its end or celebrate that it happened at all? Hard to say isn’t it?
37/M although 38 tomorrow. I am an Aires on the east coast who is also a hopeless romantic, sentimental fool, and looking for my monogamous soul mate to be with me and accept me and not be judged. Though I warn you now I expect to give the same and I expect us to share all things in our lives good or bad and if anything happens to talk to each other not to run to our friends who are maybe close but are always going to be outside our relationship. I also want to be able to just talk about how our days have gone, how we feel, how the weather is, and normal conversations as well. That’s how a team works and what I want. I am also shy because of life experience, I warmed up quickly in high school and was a prince there but retreated a bit after school and losing contact with my friends, recently reconnected with them and a handful I absolutely admire for their loyalty even after all the years. I hope to have my book published in 5 years but I expect not as I am always reading new research and refining plus I’m working on an ultra realistic map for it, I like making them. So I expect to just be on the middle but one day it will be completed, maybe a series not sure. I am an artist, graphic art and literature also a caregiver. My hobbies include as you guessed art, video games, RPGS, trivia, reading, some movies & TV shows. I’m a sweet, intelligent, compassionate, chivalrous knight who believes in truth, honor, love, family and am looking for a lady of my own. I guess that makes me a little old fashioned, but sometimes old fashioned is what we need. I'm a straight man who tries to be fair but I'm use to standing on my own, regardless of how hard the struggle even if sometimes its only by crawling, but I am my own man with a strong endurance. I don't do drugs or drink myself, never have not even after surgery or injury as I said I'm use to standing on my own and surviving so I need all my senses at their sharpest so I can make the best decisions on how to do that, plus I'm proud of just how strong I am, even more than I thought I was. I’m also a unique person. If you've seen Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Rings, I look kinda like Aragorn there perhaps a bit more like in Return of the King during Winter months. I might be willing to trade photos later after getting to know each other better. I got a heart of gold to give to the right lady, hopefully for eternity. Current songs: Lost in the Echo, Dark on Me. Got questions? Ask it’s how we learn. Maybe we can play the question game and learn about each other. I'm looking forward to hearing from you.
Any age 18+.
If you read this and would like to respond, DM me or chat but DM works better than chat for me usually, but please tell me your favorite color and age so I know you actually read this, ok? If I don't respond immediately, I'll be checking in later sometime so be patient please.
submitted by TM888 to r4r [link] [comments]
37/M although 38 tomorrow. I am an Aires on the east coast who is also a hopeless romantic, sentimental fool, and looking for my monogamous soul mate to be with me and accept me and not be judged. Though I warn you now I expect to give the same and I expect us to share all things in our lives good or bad and if anything happens to talk to each other not to run to our friends who are maybe close but are always going to be outside our relationship. I also want to be able to just talk about how our days have gone, how we feel, how the weather is, and normal conversations as well. That’s how a team works and what I want. I am also shy because of life experience, I warmed up quickly in high school and was a prince there but retreated a bit after school and losing contact with my friends, recently reconnected with them and a handful I absolutely admire for their loyalty even after all the years. I hope to have my book published in 5 years but I expect not as I am always reading new research and refining plus I’m working on an ultra realistic map for it, I like making them. So I expect to just be on the middle but one day it will be completed, maybe a series not sure. I am an artist, graphic art and literature also a caregiver. My hobbies include as you guessed art, video games, RPGS, trivia, reading, some movies & TV shows. I’m a sweet, intelligent, compassionate, chivalrous knight who believes in truth, honor, love, family and am looking for a lady of my own. I guess that makes me a little old fashioned, but sometimes old fashioned is what we need. I'm a straight man who tries to be fair but I'm use to standing on my own, regardless of how hard the struggle even if sometimes its only by crawling, but I am my own man with a strong endurance. I don't do drugs or drink myself, never have not even after surgery or injury as I said I'm use to standing on my own and surviving so I need all my senses at their sharpest so I can make the best decisions on how to do that, plus I'm proud of just how strong I am, even more than I thought I was. I’m also a unique person. If you've seen Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Rings, I look kinda like Aragorn there perhaps a bit more like in Return of the King during Winter months. I might be willing to trade photos later after getting to know each other better. I got a heart of gold to give to the right lady, hopefully for eternity. Current songs: Lost in the Echo, Dark on Me. Got questions? Ask it’s how we learn. Maybe we can play the question game and learn about each other. I'm looking forward to hearing from you.
Any age 18+.
If you read this and would like to respond, DM me or chat but DM works better than chat for me usually, but please tell me your favorite color and age so I know you actually read this, ok? If I don't respond immediately, I'll be checking in later sometime so be patient please.
2023.03.21 17:38 _fax5 Alternate Assault Directory
So i've been working on some custom heist tracks, and I want to know how to add alternate assault tracks (like in Ode to Greed, Break the Rules, Code Silver 2017, etc.) and Multiple Control Phases (like in Gold Rush)
I don't know how to read Payday 2's files, so if anybody knows what the game calls these "alternate phases" it would be super helpful!
submitted by _fax5 to paydaytheheist [link] [comments]
I don't know how to read Payday 2's files, so if anybody knows what the game calls these "alternate phases" it would be super helpful!
2023.03.21 17:19 MrMonstrosity D4 Unique Items
So here are some datamined unique items (build 0.8.0.39517). *Please note: These may not be final and there could be additional unique items added, or powers/names changed. I don't believe this is the final list, in fact, I've seen screenshots of many other uniques that aren't listed here. You'll notice a few fan-favorite uniques returning in the list from previous games along with uniques that are completely new.
*posted in the diablo reddit but was told I should post here as well.
In beta we got to see only a tiny part of charactebuild customization. Once we combine legendary powers, affixes and stats on gear, paragon boards, glyphs (socket these into paragon boards), uniques, skill trees, and the class-specific systems (enchantments, book of the dead, spirit boons, etc) we should be in a great place which should be enough to satisfy even the most veteran arpg fans out of the gate.
So uniques have the following:
Something that I've also not seen much discussion on are sacred or ancestral tiers of items. If you don't know what these are, they are similar to ancient items in D3. As you go up in difficulty (world tiers) you unlock the chance for any item that drops to be sacred or ancestral. All items; white, magic, rare, legendary or unique have a chance to roll as sacred or ancestral. Sacred items roll higher values and item power than normal tier, and ancestral items roll higher values and item power than sacred tiers. Finding an ancestral item at the highest world tier is actually pretty rare, so you can imagine that finding an ancestral unique or legendary item will be very rare and add to the actual endgame loot hunt.
Druid specific uniques:
Necromancer specific uniques:
Rogue specific uniques:
Sorcerer specific uniques:
General (used by all) uniques:
submitted by MrMonstrosity to diablo4 [link] [comments]
*posted in the diablo reddit but was told I should post here as well.
In beta we got to see only a tiny part of charactebuild customization. Once we combine legendary powers, affixes and stats on gear, paragon boards, glyphs (socket these into paragon boards), uniques, skill trees, and the class-specific systems (enchantments, book of the dead, spirit boons, etc) we should be in a great place which should be enough to satisfy even the most veteran arpg fans out of the gate.
So uniques have the following:
- static affixes, any drop of that specific unique will always have the same affixes (although they still roll within a range, 5-15 strength for example. So it is possible to find a "perfect" rolled item).
- the affixes may be something that don't normally show up on that slot. For example, a helm could have 30% movement speed. Movement speed doesn't normally roll on the helm slot.
- There could be a unique affix on the item that doesn't appear on any other item in the game. For example, the Harlequin Crest has the affix "+45% crafting material find". I haven't seen that stat on any other item so it may be just exclusive to it. This list doesn't show those unique affixes.
- the number of affixes on the item don't have to follow rares/legendary. Could be more/less.
- the value of affixes can be unique. For example, if the max roll for a specific affix on a rare is 25%, you may find a unique that has a range going up to 50% instead. They don't follow any rules.
- Uniques are tied to lore/maybe have a tiny backstory or flavor text
Something that I've also not seen much discussion on are sacred or ancestral tiers of items. If you don't know what these are, they are similar to ancient items in D3. As you go up in difficulty (world tiers) you unlock the chance for any item that drops to be sacred or ancestral. All items; white, magic, rare, legendary or unique have a chance to roll as sacred or ancestral. Sacred items roll higher values and item power than normal tier, and ancestral items roll higher values and item power than sacred tiers. Finding an ancestral item at the highest world tier is actually pretty rare, so you can imagine that finding an ancestral unique or legendary item will be very rare and add to the actual endgame loot hunt.
Unique Items
Barbarian specific uniques:| Item Name | Type | Power | Flavor Text |
|---|---|---|---|
| Ramaladni's Magnum Opus | 1h Sword | Skills using this weapon deal x% increased damage per point of Fury you have, but you lose x Fury every second. | "Without him the wine is less sweet, the hearth less warm, and our blades less keen. Our blood brother is gone, but Bul-Kathos willing, we will meet again one day." - Sorrowsong for Ramaladni *this is a tribute to Travis Day, a Blizzard developer who passed away. |
| Ancients' Oath | 2h Axe | Steel Grasp launches 2 additional chains. Enemies hit by Steel Grasp are Slowed by x% for x seconds. | "Weapons wielded by the fiercest warriors often catch the eye of the Ancient spirits. If the wielder is worthy, the spirits may bless the steel with their strength." - Gerti, Oxen Tribe Forgemaster |
| Hellhammer | 2h Mace | Upheaval ignites the ground Burning enemies for an additional x damage over x seconds. | The demon prince Ikonoth slew hundreds of the Heavenly Host with this infernal hammer before falling to none other than the Archangel Imperius himself. |
| Overkill | 2h mace | Death Blow creates a shockwave, dealing x% of its Base damage to enemies. Enemies who die to this effect also reset Death Blow's Cooldown. | The malformed snake creatures that live in the swamps are not content with simply killing their prey. They seem to take a malicious pleasure from inflicting as much suffering as possible before death. |
| Fields of Crimson | 2h Sword | While using this weapon, damaging at least one enemy with Rupture creates a blood pool that inflicts x Bleeding damage over x seconds. Enemies standing in the pool take x% increased Bleeding damage. | "We've been fighting these flesh-eaters for so long, been soaked in so much blood, that after a while it's difficult to tell what side you're truly on." - Daelyr, Crane Tribe warrior |
| Battle Trance | Amulet | Increase Frenzy's maximum stacks by x. While you have maximum Frenzy, your other Skills gain x% increased Attack Speed. | "The change that overtook my brother in battle was terrifying. His eyes turned hard like diamonds, and the way he moved... it was like he was dancing to music only he could hear." - Captain Dervin |
| 100,000 Steps | Boots | After gaining the final damage bonus from the Walking Arsenal Key Passive, you automatically cast Ground Stomp and gain x Fury. This cannot happen more than once every x seconds. | "While many Barbarians remained in the Dreadlands, small groups from the Oxen, Crane and Bear tribes instead chose to search the land for a new home." - A History of the Children of Bul-Kathos |
| Rage of Harrogath | Chest | Lucky Hit: Up to a x% chance to reduce the Cooldowns of your Non-Ultimate Skills by 1 seconds when you inflict Bleeding on Elites. | Harrogath, the final bastion of resistance against Baal's assault on Mt. Arreat was destroyed along with the Worldstone. The survivors never forgave the betrayal that led to the loss of their home. |
| Gohr's Devastating Grips | Gloves | Whirlwind explodes after it ends, dealing x% of the total Base damage dealt to surrounding enemies as Fire damage. | "The brutish construction of these gloves belies the strength they bestow. Gohr was clearly no craftsman, but it would be foolish to ignore the triumph of his work." - Barrett's Book of Implements |
| of Hammering *(this is listed as unique test, but the name reads more like a legendary.) | 2h Mace | (PH) Consecutive Hammer of the Ancients increase the next cast's damage by x% its radius by x%. | - |
| Item Name | Type | Power | Flavor Text |
|---|---|---|---|
| Waxing Gibbous | 1h Axe | Gain Stealth for x seconds when killing enemies with Shred. Breaking Stealth with an attack grants Ambush which guarantees Critical Strikes for x seconds. | The nights preceding the full moon are sometimes far more dangerous than the event itself. The frenzy has begun to rise, yet the night is just dark enough to obscure a hunter from their prey's sight. |
| Greatstaff of the Crone | 2h Staff | Claw is now a Storm Skill and also casts Storm Strike at x% normal damage. | "She has existed in Scosglen since before Fiacla-Géar walked the land. Her purpose is a mystery to us all. However, approach her with deference; she may grant you her counsel." - Airidah, to Donan |
| Mad Wolf's Glee | Chest | Werewolf form is now your true form, and you gain +2 Ranks to all Werewolf Skills. | "He was not a victim of the curse - he sought it out. As his skin split and his bones cracked, his laughter never ceased." – Tale of the Mad Nobleman |
| Insatiable Fury | Chest | Werebear form is now your true form, and you gain +2 Ranks to all Werebear Skills. | When the Days of Ash began, the great druid Nafain reminded his disciples that nothing, not even the loss of their humanity, was too great a sacrifice to protect Túr Dúlra from Astaroth's flames. |
| Tempest Roar | Helm | Lucky Hit: Storm Skills have up to a x% chance to grant x Spirit. Your base Storm Skills are now also Werewolf Skills | "Listen, child, to the music of the storm. It has its own rhythm. Its own melody. Hear how beautifully it sings, and perhaps one day you will be able to join in its harmony." – Airidah |
| Vasily's Prayer | Helm | Your Earth Skills are now also Werebear Skills and Fortify you for x. | "Roots from the Great Oak growing at the seaward statue of Vasily will, on rare occasions, be found twisted back upon themselves, suffused with ferocious magic." - Barrett's Book of Implements |
| Storm's Companion | Pants | Your Wolf Companions are infused with the power of the storm, dealing Lightning damage and gaining the Storm Howl ability. | "The storm's rage is my own, brother. I call, and the skies roar in reply." - Vasily, to Bul-Kathos |
| Hunter's Zenith | Ring | Gain a bonus when you kill with a Shapeshifting Skill: Werewolf: Your next Non-Ultimate Werebear Skill costs no Resource and has no Cooldown. Werebear: Your next Werewolf Skill will Heal you for x when damage is first dealt. | "By fang, claw, spear, or sword - send the bastards back to the flames from which they crawled! Soak the peat with their blood! For Fiacla-Géar! For Scosglen!" - Nafain, during the Days of Ash |
| Item Name | Type | Power | Flavor Text |
|---|---|---|---|
| Black River | 1h Scythe | Corpse Explosion consumes up to x additional Corpses around the initial Corpse, dealing x% increased damage and with a x% larger radius per additional Corpse. | "The scrolls describe a river of tar that separated the living from the land of the dead. Any unfortunate soul who tried to cross would be dragged down into oblivion." - Notes of Scholar Kamien |
| Bloodless Scream | 2h Scythe | Your Darkness Skills Chill enemies for up to x%. Lucky Hit: Your Darkness Skills have up to a x% chance to generate x additional Essence against Frozen targets. | "My companion swung her odd weapon in a wide arc, and our pursuer stopped short. The look of horror on his face as his body fell to pieces will haunt me forever." - The Ebon Pages, Canto II, Verse XI |
| Deathspeaker's Pendant | Amulet | Blood Surge casts a mini nova on your Minions, dealing x damage. Damage is increased by x% per target drained by the initial cast, up to x%. | Once a sanctum for Rathma's studies, the Temple of the Deathspeaker became a proving grounds for potential leaders of his priesthood. Its halls are filled with the corpses of those who failed. |
| Greaves of the Empty Tomb | Boots | Create desecrated ground beneath your Sever spectres as they travel, damaging enemies for x Shadow damage over x seconds. | "The massive door to my family's crypt, which had taken a dozen men to close, was thrown open. Had I known the horrors to come I never would have set foot inside!" -The Ebon Pages, Canto I, Verse VII |
| Blood Artisan's Cuirass | Chest | When you pick up Blood Orbs, a free Bone Spirit is spawned, dealing bonus damage based on your current Life percent. | "The infamous Necromancer Gaza-Thul's mastery over blood magic was indisputable. Many suspect that upon his death, his skin was used to fashion this eldritch armor." - Barrett's Book of Implements |
| Howl from Below | Gloves | Instead of detonating immediately, Corpse Explosion summons a Volatile Skeleton that charges at a random enemy and explodes. Corpse Explosion's damage is increased by x%. | "Can you not hear it? That endless scream from the cold earth beneath your feet!? They are down there, trapped, blind with rage! Waiting to drag us down into the sod!" - Ravings of Madman Gustav |
| Deathless Visage | Helm | Bone Spear leaves behind echoes as it travels that explode, dealing x damage. | "Rathma is endless. He was the first Ancient, and will remain at the end. He is the master of the Great Cycle of Being. When Death comes for him, why should he fear it?" - Vauntus, Acolyte of Rathma |
| Ring of Mendeln | Ring | While you have x or more Minions you gain: Lucky Hit: Up to a x% chance to empower all of your Minions, causing the next attack from each to explode for x Physical damage. | The signet of Mendeln ul-Diomed, the founder of the Priests of Rathma and the first Necromancer, was lost for over 3,000 years. The immense power over death held within, however, has not diminished. |
| Item Name | Type | Power | Flavor Text |
|---|---|---|---|
| Condemnation | Dagger | Your Core Skills deal x% increased damage when spending 3 Combo Points. Your Basic Skills using this weapon have a x% chance to generate 3 Combo Points. | "I've never seen such ruthless butchery. He deserves to be be shipped off to die in the swamps with the rest of the godless murderers." - Witness to the murder of Sergeant Walcot |
| Asheara's Khanjar | Dagger | Hits with this weapon increase your Attack Speed by x% for x seconds, up to x%. | When Caldeum's gates closed, Asheara led her Iron Wolves out of the city knowing full well they would never return. Instead they roamed Kehjistan pledging their blades to any who were in need. |
| Skyhunter | Bow | The first direct damage you deal to an enemy is a guaranteed Critical Strike. If you had maximum stacks of the Precision Key Passive when you cast the Skill, gain Energy, this can only happen once per cast. | "Genai took up her bow and aimed at the sun itself. The light burned her eyes, but her arrow flew true. Wounded, the sun hid, and brought forth the first night. - Fable of the Great Sky-Hunt |
| Windforce | Bow | Lucky Hit: Hits with this weapon have up to a x% chance to deal double damage and Knock Back the target. | "There have been numerous world-shaping conflicts throughout history. This bow has been found on the battlefield of every one, and always in the hands of the victors." - Barrett's Book of Implements |
| Word of Hakan | Amulet | Your Rain of Arrows is always Imbued with all Imbuements at once. | "Let the great gates of Caldeum be sealed. Let its proud walls stand fiercely defended. The rest of Kehjistan may suffer this plague, but my city, and my people, will not." - Proclamation of Hakan II |
| Grasp of Shadow | Gloves | Lucky Hit: Damaging a Vulnerable enemy with a Marksman or Cutthroat Skill has up to a x% chance to summon a Shadow Clone that mimics your attack. | Dark wisps creep hungrily across these gloves, like an assassin's blade seeking a life to steal on a moonless night. |
| Cowl of the Nameless | Helm | You gain x% increased Lucky Hit Chance against Crowd Controlled enemies. | "He is banished from the Guild, his name stricken from the Book. His punishment is to never have been." - Excerpt from a burned parchment |
| Eyes in the Dark | Pants | Unless it hits a Boss or Player, Death Trap will continue to re-arm itself until it kills an enemy. However, Death Trap's Cooldown is increased by x%. | "And so, when the sun dipped behind the hills each night, he knew that Ashen Jack would soon be near. Watching, and waiting." - Greenslade's Tales, Chapter 2: "Each Long Night" name*:* Eyes in the Dark |
| Item Name | Type | Power | Flavor Text |
|---|---|---|---|
| Flamescar | Wand | While Channeling Incinerate, you periodically shoot embers that are attracted to enemies, each dealing x Fire damage. | The burn may heal, but the pain is eternal. |
| Staff of Endless Rage | Staff | Every 3rd cast of Fireball launches 2 additional projectiles. | "Leaving even blackened bones for your kin to mourn is too good an end for you." - Josiah |
| Staff of Lam Esen | Staff | Charged Bolts pierce, but deal x% less damage. | "Also known as the Greatstaff of the Old Religion, this powerful relic is one of only a small handful of Skatsimi artifacts that have survived to this day." - Barrett's Book of Implements |
| Esadora's Overflowing Cameo | Amulet | Upon collecting Crackling Energy, there's a x% chance to release a lightning nova, dealing x Lightning Damage. | The only thing more potent than Esadora's magic was her endless hatred of humanity. As she lay dying, the pale amulet around her neck drank in both. |
| Esu's Heirloom | Boots | Your Critical Strike Chance is increased by x% of your Movement Speed bonus. | "While scholars have proven these boots were not created by Esu herself, it is noteworthy that they have been passed down since the formation of the Mage Clans." - Barrett's Book of Implements |
| Raiment of the Infinite | Chest | After using Teleport, Close enemies are Pulled to you and Stunned for x seconds, but Teleport's Cooldown is increased by x%. | The power you have is never enough. |
| Gloves of the Illuminator | Gloves | Fireball now bounces as it travels, exploding each time it hits the ground, but its explosion deals x% less damage. | After Inarius returned to Sanctuary, he sought a way back to the High Heavens. His first step was to reignite the religion he had abandoned millennia before: the Cathedral of Light. |
| Iceheart Brais | Pants | Enemies that die while Frozen have a x% chance to unleash a Frost Nova. | The mad artisan saw his fingers turn black from frostbite as he worked the cloth, but refused to stay the needle and thread for even a moment. |
| Item Name | Type | Power | Flavor Text |
|---|---|---|---|
| The Butcher's Cleaver | 1h Axe | Lucky Hit: When you Critically Strike an enemy you have up to a x% chance to Fear and Slow them by x% for x seconds. | A nightmarish amalgam of blood, bone and steel, this axe is as horrific, and as deadly, as its creator. |
| Doombringer | 1h Sword | Lucky Hit: Up to a x% chance to deal x Shadow damage to surrounding enemies and reduce their damage done by x% for x seconds. | Whenever this ancient sword has reappeared throughout history, it portends a time of great strife, as well as a devastating loss of life. |
| The Grandfather | 2h Sword | Increases your Critical Strike Damage by x%. The other properties on this weapon can roll higher than normal. | An unbroken lineage of unwavering strength. |
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| Melted Heart of Selig | Amulet | Gain x% Maximum Resource. In addition, when you take damage, drain x Resource for every x% of Life you would have lost instead. | "Do not allow your passions to become obsessions. Fuel the fire that burns within you, but it is madness to allow yourself to become ash to please an uncaring universe." - Last words of Master Selig |
| Penitent Greaves | Boots | You leave behind a trail of frost that Chills enemies. You deal x% more damage to Chilled enemies. | Remorseful devotees of the Cathedral of Light must undertake a grueling pilgrimage, journeying across the frigid glacier known as the Serac Rapture. Only then may their gravest sins be forgiven. |
| Razorplate | Chest | Gain x Thorns | Crafted by the cannibal Armoda, each piece of this interlocking armor has been sharpened into a knife's edge. Even a century after death, the plate remained on her corpse, unable to be removed safely. |
| Fists of Fate | Gloves | Your attacks randomly deal x% to y% of their normal damage. | "Will you let fear cheat you, or will you risk everything to find understanding? After all, death is simply the coin with which we purchase life." - Zurke |
| Frostburn | Gloves | Lucky Hit: Up to a x% chance to Freeze enemies for x seconds. | A touch so frigid it stops the heart and chills the very soul. |
| Andariel's Visage | Helm | Lucky Hit: Up to a x% chance to trigger a poison nova that applies x Poisoning damage over x seconds to enemies in the area. | The horrific whispers of the Maiden of Anguish flicker through your mind, pushing you ever closer to madness... |
| Harlequin Crest | Helm | Gain x% Damage Reduction. In addition, gain +x Ranks to all Skills. | "This headdress was once worn by an assassin disguised as a court mage. Her treachery was unveiled, but not before she used its magic to curse the king's entire lineage." - The Fall of House Aston |
| Temerity | Pants | Effects that Heal you beyond x% Life grant you a Barrier up to x% of your Maximum Life that lasts for x seconds. | "The revelation that master tailor Callas was in fact a witch only served to further fuel the desire for her uniquely enchanted legwraps." - Barrett's Book of Implements |
| Mother's Embrace | Ring | If a Core Skill hits x or more enemies, x% of the Resource cost is refunded. | "Every tome, every scroll, every book in this temple produces the same answer. The only being willing to stand against the Eternal Conflict, against the Prime Evils, was Lilith." - Elias |
| Ring of Starless Skies | Ring | Each consecutive Core Skill cast reduces the Resource cost of your next Core Skill by x%, up to a maximum of x%. | "Yours is the power to pluck the stars from the heavens with the ease of a child gathering fruit from the bough." - Unknown |
2023.03.21 17:02 Gay_Charlie What Gaming Features do You dislike but other Gamers love?
- New Game + - I don't see the point personally and I don't enjoy being overpowered. The one exception being Dark Souls 2 due to the major changes in gameplay I find interesting.
- Difficulty Options - I always prefer organic difficulty because I enjoy games that requires effort and difficulty. The majority of the time video games offers Hard Modes with unregulated mechanics causing bugs and other issues. It's been a huge problem for me in the past decade or so.
- Combat Accessibility Features - I'm very well aware that I don't have to use this obviously however my problem comes in when there's no indication that it's enabled or immediately obvious unless you know the game very well. I enjoy posting challenges to have a discussion with others and with these features existing will compromise conversations. Are the chances slim? Maybe but I prefer not to have them involved in general just due to the slight possibility. It's simply discouraging to spend hours on figuring out technical maneuvers and have someone upload without any details of enabled features.
- Integrated Online Modding - This gets old after a while. I don't have any good examples however if I can't find anything interesting in the Main Game then why should I waste my time turning it into somethings else? There's just too many games to play.
- Competitive Online - I used to be into this however I just got tired of dealing with the rival attitudes and obviously inspired strategies.
- Cheat Codes before you Finish the Game - This is something that's been in gaming for a long time however I wish there was a requirement to at least finish the game first. Does it affect me personally that others do it? No but I don't have to like the idea. Same reasons as #3 basically.
- Dialog/Story Options - I like fully focused stories not some multi-branch bloated experience. Whenever I'm confronted with this I simply pick whatever is highlighted and move on.
- Overpowered Tools - I hate being too powerful in video games now with that said I do not enjoy long battles. Just long enough to understand how the fight works. These videos showing kills under thirty seconds isn't appealing to me in the slightest. I also believe in making games more challenging not easier.
- Talking Main Protagonist - I don't mind talking in cutscenes but when I'm in control, I do not want to hear what's on the character's mind. That's my job. I have even resorted to muting voices in video games because some games spoil puzzles which is absolutely uncalled for.
- Heads Up Display - This simply brings a whole different level of gaming experience that's incredibly addicting. I just recently did several No HUD runs of the Resident Evil 4 Upgrade Demo and not having the gun reticle made the experience significantly better with more immersion.
2023.03.21 17:00 Wine_Dark_Sea_1239 I own an abandoned motel and I’m ready to meet my doom
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When my screams subsided, malevolent laughter filled the uneasy silence. Discordant, cruel laughter that sounded as though it bubbled from underwater. I turned around to see the macabre faces of the Kane sisters behind me, pressed against the window of their cottage, black teeth chattering.
“Where did they take him?” I demanded. My anger increased their delight.
“Where did they take him?” Margery mocked, my own voice coming out of her blackened mouth.
“Poor, poor girl lost her puppy!” Margaretta cackled.
I felt the rage rise within me, but I was utterly helpless. I knew they had the information we needed, but even if they were willing to speak, they could not be trusted.
Suddenly, their faces changed. Their dead white eyes widened in terror; their smiles had melted. Mina shrieked, a cacophonous cry that sent my hands to my ears.
It was René. Their eyes were fixed on him. His very presence caused them to tremble in fear.
“What is he doing here?” Margery hissed.
“Come back to hurt us again, he has!” Mina shrieked.
“Devil take you, vampire!” Margaretta cried.
I looked at René in astonishment. He wore an expression I had not seen before, a smile that was almost cruel.
“Well if it isn’t the old charlatan sisters!” He said. “I would have never guessed that she would still be keeping you around, but then again, she’s always loved the most pathetic of sycophants.”
“Be gone, vampire! Be gone!” They shouted.
“I would love nothing more. But you heard Nora. You have information we need. Where did they take the werewolf?”
Margery turned to me.
“Stay away from him, girl! Stay away!”
“He hurt us! He hurt us!” Mina moaned.
“How about we make a deal?” I said, thinking quickly. The sisters cocked their terrible heads in curiosity. “You can tell me your story. Tell me what he did. But in return, you must tell us where they took our friend.”
René raised his eyebrows, but did not protest.
“And I will know when you are lying,” he added menacingly.
The sisters looked at each other and began to nod eagerly.
“The girl says she will listen!” They whispered excitedly. I felt a pang of pity.
“Do you agree?”
“Yes,” they hissed, the glee returning to their voices. The door to the cottage opened.
I stepped inside with René close behind me. The sisters glared at him.
“Whatever you’re going to do, do it without drawing blood this time.” I said, remembering the claw marks in my wrists.
“No appreciation for the fine art of channeling,” muttered Margaretta.
The sisters gestured to the chairs at the table. René and I sat, but I kept my arms tightly crossed. The sisters closed their eyes and moved from side to side rhythmically, putting themselves into a trance. They moaned and their mouths opened, emitting a thick, ectoplasmic mist.
“Gross,” I whispered to René, who smirked in response.
The mist enveloped us and our ramshackle surroundings, along with the sisters, vanished. In their place appeared a mid-19th century parlor: a finely carved mantle draped in black crepe, the ornamental mirror on top covered with black cloth. It was night, the heavy damask curtains were drawn, elegant oil lamps were lit on a large oak table, also draped in black. The sisters sat at the table, very much alive, dressed in ostentatious displays of mourning, their wide skirts spread across the chairs they sat in, jet bracelets clattering at their wrists. Human hands wreathed by delicate lace grabbed those of an older man who trembled with emotion.
A small audience observed the séance, dressed for an evening’s entertainment. There was one man in particular, whose clothing was undoubtedly the finest, with a dazzling silver jacquard waistcoat. Though he wore a pair of blue tinted spectacles, I immediately recognized him as René. His brown hair was longer, combed away from his face and curling just under his ears. He was smiling, that same strange smile I had seen before.
The sisters made their usual dramatic entreaties to the Great Beyond and the crowd gasped when the spirits responded intelligently to their questions with a series of rapping sounds. The man begged them to contact the spirit of his young daughter who had perished in a carriage accident decades before. The sisters obliged, making contact through the rapping. With a flourish, Mina threw her head back and out of her mouth squeaked the voice of a small child. The man collapsed in tears. Women in the audience dabbed their eyes with their handkerchiefs. René was no longer smiling.
When the audience had shuffled out, René lingered. Margaretta gave him an unctuous grin.
“How may we assist you, sir?”
“I would like to schedule a…private appointment.” He lowered his glasses and fixed his grey eyes on her. Margaretta’s eyes widened. She stared vacantly as though in a daze.
“We are entirely booked. We are in such demand, after all. We leave Rochester for our world tour this Saturday.” Margery said. Mina peered at René over her sister’s arm and smiled. He winked at her.
“Such lovely ladies you are. Money should be no issue, of course. I think you will find that you are free tomorrow evening” he said slowly. Margaretta nodded.
“Yes, yes. We are.”
“Very good. I very much look forward to our session.”
“Yes!” Shouted Mina, clearly enamored.
René smiled and put on his top hat, taking his leave.
The next night, the sisters eagerly awaited their guest. René arrived with a veiled woman on his arm, wearing lace gloves, matching the sisters in a black silk gown. Mina looked slightly disappointed to see the woman, but the other sisters grinned at her obvious finery, expecting a hefty sum for their services.
“Ladies, I hope you do not mind I have brought my wife,” he said, almost unable to hide the sinister grin that crept across his face.
“Of course, of course, welcome, madam!”
The veiled woman made no response. René escorted her to the table and they joined hands. The sisters began their show: the room erupted in rapping.
“The spirits are many in the ether tonight,” Margery moaned. “To whom do you wish to speak?”
“I wish to contact the spirit of our deceased child.” René said, watching the sisters carefully.
“Ah yes, it is a child who has appeared before me now, a beautiful child!” Margaretta cried. “Child, rap twice for yes, or once for no. Are these your beloved parents before you?”
Two distinct raps were heard on the table. Mina made an exaggerated gasp.
“The child wishes to speak through my sister!” Margery shouted.
Mina began to speak in that same squeaking voice as the previous evening. René could no longer contain his fury. With one swift movement René rose and flipped over the table before them. He grabbed Mina by the neck.
“I have no child, you insidious swindlers!” He shouted. He dug his fangs into Mina’s neck and the sisters began to scream. The witch stood and removed her veil, green eyes glowing, black teeth grinning. She raised her hand and the remaining two sisters rose into the air. René threw the corpse of Mina at their feet. They sobbed hideously, begging the witch for mercy.
“I have no use for such talentless fools,” she said.
“We will do anything, we will be your most faithful servants,” they cried still suspended in the air.
“Ask them how much money they’ve bled from the grieving, how they’ve bankrupted their victims in the name of their lost loved ones!” René said, enraged, fangs bared. “Let me finish with them!”
The witch sighed. “Forgive my friend with his tedious sense of justice. Would you really do anything? Bind yourselves to me for all time?”
“Yes! Yes!” Margery and Margaretta cried.
“Idiots,” René muttered.
The witch curled her hand into a fist and the women began to cough, hands clawing at their necks. Their eyes rolled in the back of their heads. The body of Mina rose to join them. With a sickening snap, the necks of Margery and Margaretta broke and they joined their sister in death. The corpses’ mouths opened, so wide the jaws were broken and three familiar specters climbed out. The ghosts fell at the feet of the witch, making obsequies, hailing her their mistress.
The mist that had descended around the cottage dispersed, leaving the sisters glaring at us.
“Time to fulfill your end of the bargain,” René demanded. “We don’t have much time.”
They chittered angrily and turned their ghoulish heads to me.
“Girl! Have you nothing to say of the crimes of your beau?”
What I had seen had certainly shocked me, but it was something I could not bear to process at the moment.
“He’s right. Show us where they took Jake.”
“No lies.” René warned.
The sisters grumbled among themselves, but once again broke into a trance. A vision appeared before us. It was the river, a great gray mist hanging over it. A large, shadowy structure pushed its way through, revealing the towers of an elaborate stone castle. The castle was familiar to me. Around here, we call it Bellevue Castle, an abandoned Gilded Age flight of fancy on a private island that is now our most famous tourist site. During the winter months, it is closed to guests, leaving the island abandoned. The vision dissolved into smoke.
René stood up to leave.
“You’ll never reach him before dawn,” hissed Margery.
“Yes, yes, the sun is rising, revenant!” Margaretta cackled.
He ignored them. I followed him out, feeling their hateful stares at my back, leaving them to howl and complain among themselves. They had not been lying. The sky had lightened considerably, a thin line of orange had appeared on the horizon. René cursed and shielded his face.
“Let’s get to my cottage,” I said. We arrived just as I began to feel the sun behind me. René had bolted for the dark bedroom. I found him sitting on the bed, his face in his hands, shoulders tense with frustration. I was frustrated too. We’d been outmaneuvered and I feared for Jake’s safety. Would she make him the object of her retaliation? I was certain of it. But there was no way I could sail for the castle without René. I may have a death warrant, but I do not have a death wish.
“We leave as soon as the sun sets tonight,” he said, as though convincing himself.
“I don’t think we have a choice,” I said.
“Not if we want to find Jake.”
“Do you think…do you think we’ll be too late?” I didn’t want to contemplate it.
“I do not think she would kill him without us there to witness it. She wouldn’t deprive herself of the spectacle. We have to understand that she is anticipating exactly what we are planning on doing.”
“This is it then,” I said, trying to sound strong, though I felt like a fist were gripping my heart. René lifted his head and took my hands.
“I won’t let it happen,” he said. “I swear to you.”
“I don’t think that’s something you can promise, René.”
I pulled my hands back from his. It was hard to look at him, when Mina’s face flashed before me, eyes filled with terror just before he buried his fangs into her neck.
“I realize that you have not seen me feed before,” he said quietly.
“Feed? You make it sound so…casual.”
He raised my chin to his face, gray eyes resolute.
“I have spent many decades in utter misery, disgusted by myself, by what I am. That self-loathing is still with me and will be forever. But I cannot change the past and I cannot restore what I have lost. If I can channel this bloodlust, this propensity for violence, against those who have done evil, then perhaps through evil, I can accomplish something good, spare an innocent. This thought was the only thing that sustained me in that century of servitude by her side. This is something … something I hope you never have to understand.”
“I’m trying.”
“I know.”
“I’m going to take a shower.”
“If you return while I am at rest, remember—”
“You’ll look kinda dead. I know.”
He smiled sadly.
I was desperate for the warmth of the shower. The cold within me was not merely the effect of winter, but a numbness that I couldn’t shake. I tried to reach back to a couple months ago, before the sky had changed to that ghastly green, before the abyss opened before me. It was as though I were viewing another person’s life on a different planet. And yet the life I am living now does not seem like my own either. I am straddling the lives of two strangers.
I tried to imagine death. I tried to imagine not existing. Of course, I could not. Who can? I had to hope that there would be peace, that the spirits were not lying to comfort me. After all, I had already witnessed the existence of far more unlikely things.
The sound of the water soothed me. I stepped inside, relishing those first few drops, immersing my body, emptying my mind. The future didn’t matter. At that moment, I was alive and that was glorious.
I don’t know how long I had been standing there, when the water began to feel different. Thicker. Metallic tasting. I opened my eyes to find myself covered in blood, it was pouring out of the shower head. My skin began to burn, my hair falling out in clumps, my teeth loosening and I spat them out. I screamed.
I found myself on the floor of the shower, bruised but wet from water alone. My hands fluttered to my mouth, my hair. Nothing was amiss. I dragged myself upright, trying not to sob. She would take even those small moments away from me… I toweled off with trembling hands and allowed myself a brief glance in the mirror, too fearful of what might stare back if I lingered. Beyond some considerably dark rings under my eyes, I looked relatively normal.
Before, I had contemplated watching the full sunrise, sitting in the sunshine until eventually dozing on the couch. Instead, I went back to the dark bedroom and climbed under the covers of my bed. In my current state, my only comfort came in the form of the reanimated corpse next to me. I curled up beside him and fell asleep.
++
René woke me up at sunset. Despite everything, I actually felt well-rested and at ease. René prepared by downing a large thermos of blood. I secured my uncle’s knife under my coat in a leather belt sheath, my movements calm, almost mechanical. René handed me my silver bracelets and a wave of sadness passed through me.
“We don’t know what state he is in,” he whispered. I nodded and put them on my wrists.
We set sail in silence, the boat’s movements for once not triggering nausea. It was desperately cold on the water, despite the promise of spring in the near future. The cold struck through my gloves and burned my face. René was clearly not bothered by the climate; his coat wasn’t even zipped. He stared ahead with his brows furrowed, scanning all around us for ice and other enemies.
I thought of the summer and of the river crowded with life, with people laughing, speeding past each other on their boats, picnicking under the turrets of our destination, Bellevue Castle.
“Do you know the story of Bellevue Castle, René?” I asked.
“Manhattan hotelier wanted to build the grandest home in all of the Islands, but his wife died before it could be completed.”
“And in his grief, the husband asked all the workers to put down their tools and step away, leaving the castle a half-finished husk, a monument to lost love.” I added.
“I actually think he just ran out of money. I spent some time on that construction site in the 1890s.”
I laughed.
“Of course, you did. Don’t burst the bubble of anyone on the tourist board, alright? That place is a big money maker around here.”
It was good to smile with him, even if just for a moment.
As we neared the castle, a mist descended around us, just as in the vision of the sisters. The air felt heavy and old, as though rife with mildew and rot, difficult to inhale. The visibility severely decreased, but René was able to continue to navigate towards our destination, its hulking shadows barely detectible even by his eyes.
Our boat was hit by a wave, as though from the wake of a boat. René and I looked at each other, thinking the same thing: there was absolutely no one else on the river. A great creaking sound echoed all around us, the groaning of wood and metal. A veritable flotilla of ships and boats broke the surface all around us, arising from the depths glowing a ghostly green. There were wrecked wooden speed boats, steel-hulled freighters from the turn of the century, coal steamers, massive three-masted schooners, and frigates built for the wars of two hundred years ago.
No crew piloted these vessels, which groaned and sighed with the sadness of their years at the bottom. Something was weaving its way through the wrecks, howling through the air with the screeching of a cyclone. René leaned forward, craning his neck to spot it, when a rotting hand shot out of the water and grabbed his shoulder. He pulled it off, but another joined the attack, and another, until a great host of drowned, rotting corpses were pulling at him, threatening to board the boat.
I grabbed a paddle and whacked at them, but there were too many. They were pulling him overboard, despite our best efforts. I clutched his arm and with all my strength tried to drag him back in. The cacophony was approaching, my hair whipped around my face as the freezing winds accelerated. Something caught my boot and my grip on René’s hand slipped away. I was hurtled into the swirling air. I saw below me René’s struggling body dipping below the surface of the river, drowned dead glaring up at me lifelessly.
The whirlwind hummed with the cries of miserable souls. I was suspended among them, falling upwards and upwards until I could breathe no more.
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When my screams subsided, malevolent laughter filled the uneasy silence. Discordant, cruel laughter that sounded as though it bubbled from underwater. I turned around to see the macabre faces of the Kane sisters behind me, pressed against the window of their cottage, black teeth chattering.
“Where did they take him?” I demanded. My anger increased their delight.
“Where did they take him?” Margery mocked, my own voice coming out of her blackened mouth.
“Poor, poor girl lost her puppy!” Margaretta cackled.
I felt the rage rise within me, but I was utterly helpless. I knew they had the information we needed, but even if they were willing to speak, they could not be trusted.
Suddenly, their faces changed. Their dead white eyes widened in terror; their smiles had melted. Mina shrieked, a cacophonous cry that sent my hands to my ears.
It was René. Their eyes were fixed on him. His very presence caused them to tremble in fear.
“What is he doing here?” Margery hissed.
“Come back to hurt us again, he has!” Mina shrieked.
“Devil take you, vampire!” Margaretta cried.
I looked at René in astonishment. He wore an expression I had not seen before, a smile that was almost cruel.
“Well if it isn’t the old charlatan sisters!” He said. “I would have never guessed that she would still be keeping you around, but then again, she’s always loved the most pathetic of sycophants.”
“Be gone, vampire! Be gone!” They shouted.
“I would love nothing more. But you heard Nora. You have information we need. Where did they take the werewolf?”
Margery turned to me.
“Stay away from him, girl! Stay away!”
“He hurt us! He hurt us!” Mina moaned.
“How about we make a deal?” I said, thinking quickly. The sisters cocked their terrible heads in curiosity. “You can tell me your story. Tell me what he did. But in return, you must tell us where they took our friend.”
René raised his eyebrows, but did not protest.
“And I will know when you are lying,” he added menacingly.
The sisters looked at each other and began to nod eagerly.
“The girl says she will listen!” They whispered excitedly. I felt a pang of pity.
“Do you agree?”
“Yes,” they hissed, the glee returning to their voices. The door to the cottage opened.
I stepped inside with René close behind me. The sisters glared at him.
“Whatever you’re going to do, do it without drawing blood this time.” I said, remembering the claw marks in my wrists.
“No appreciation for the fine art of channeling,” muttered Margaretta.
The sisters gestured to the chairs at the table. René and I sat, but I kept my arms tightly crossed. The sisters closed their eyes and moved from side to side rhythmically, putting themselves into a trance. They moaned and their mouths opened, emitting a thick, ectoplasmic mist.
“Gross,” I whispered to René, who smirked in response.
The mist enveloped us and our ramshackle surroundings, along with the sisters, vanished. In their place appeared a mid-19th century parlor: a finely carved mantle draped in black crepe, the ornamental mirror on top covered with black cloth. It was night, the heavy damask curtains were drawn, elegant oil lamps were lit on a large oak table, also draped in black. The sisters sat at the table, very much alive, dressed in ostentatious displays of mourning, their wide skirts spread across the chairs they sat in, jet bracelets clattering at their wrists. Human hands wreathed by delicate lace grabbed those of an older man who trembled with emotion.
A small audience observed the séance, dressed for an evening’s entertainment. There was one man in particular, whose clothing was undoubtedly the finest, with a dazzling silver jacquard waistcoat. Though he wore a pair of blue tinted spectacles, I immediately recognized him as René. His brown hair was longer, combed away from his face and curling just under his ears. He was smiling, that same strange smile I had seen before.
The sisters made their usual dramatic entreaties to the Great Beyond and the crowd gasped when the spirits responded intelligently to their questions with a series of rapping sounds. The man begged them to contact the spirit of his young daughter who had perished in a carriage accident decades before. The sisters obliged, making contact through the rapping. With a flourish, Mina threw her head back and out of her mouth squeaked the voice of a small child. The man collapsed in tears. Women in the audience dabbed their eyes with their handkerchiefs. René was no longer smiling.
When the audience had shuffled out, René lingered. Margaretta gave him an unctuous grin.
“How may we assist you, sir?”
“I would like to schedule a…private appointment.” He lowered his glasses and fixed his grey eyes on her. Margaretta’s eyes widened. She stared vacantly as though in a daze.
“We are entirely booked. We are in such demand, after all. We leave Rochester for our world tour this Saturday.” Margery said. Mina peered at René over her sister’s arm and smiled. He winked at her.
“Such lovely ladies you are. Money should be no issue, of course. I think you will find that you are free tomorrow evening” he said slowly. Margaretta nodded.
“Yes, yes. We are.”
“Very good. I very much look forward to our session.”
“Yes!” Shouted Mina, clearly enamored.
René smiled and put on his top hat, taking his leave.
The next night, the sisters eagerly awaited their guest. René arrived with a veiled woman on his arm, wearing lace gloves, matching the sisters in a black silk gown. Mina looked slightly disappointed to see the woman, but the other sisters grinned at her obvious finery, expecting a hefty sum for their services.
“Ladies, I hope you do not mind I have brought my wife,” he said, almost unable to hide the sinister grin that crept across his face.
“Of course, of course, welcome, madam!”
The veiled woman made no response. René escorted her to the table and they joined hands. The sisters began their show: the room erupted in rapping.
“The spirits are many in the ether tonight,” Margery moaned. “To whom do you wish to speak?”
“I wish to contact the spirit of our deceased child.” René said, watching the sisters carefully.
“Ah yes, it is a child who has appeared before me now, a beautiful child!” Margaretta cried. “Child, rap twice for yes, or once for no. Are these your beloved parents before you?”
Two distinct raps were heard on the table. Mina made an exaggerated gasp.
“The child wishes to speak through my sister!” Margery shouted.
Mina began to speak in that same squeaking voice as the previous evening. René could no longer contain his fury. With one swift movement René rose and flipped over the table before them. He grabbed Mina by the neck.
“I have no child, you insidious swindlers!” He shouted. He dug his fangs into Mina’s neck and the sisters began to scream. The witch stood and removed her veil, green eyes glowing, black teeth grinning. She raised her hand and the remaining two sisters rose into the air. René threw the corpse of Mina at their feet. They sobbed hideously, begging the witch for mercy.
“I have no use for such talentless fools,” she said.
“We will do anything, we will be your most faithful servants,” they cried still suspended in the air.
“Ask them how much money they’ve bled from the grieving, how they’ve bankrupted their victims in the name of their lost loved ones!” René said, enraged, fangs bared. “Let me finish with them!”
The witch sighed. “Forgive my friend with his tedious sense of justice. Would you really do anything? Bind yourselves to me for all time?”
“Yes! Yes!” Margery and Margaretta cried.
“Idiots,” René muttered.
The witch curled her hand into a fist and the women began to cough, hands clawing at their necks. Their eyes rolled in the back of their heads. The body of Mina rose to join them. With a sickening snap, the necks of Margery and Margaretta broke and they joined their sister in death. The corpses’ mouths opened, so wide the jaws were broken and three familiar specters climbed out. The ghosts fell at the feet of the witch, making obsequies, hailing her their mistress.
The mist that had descended around the cottage dispersed, leaving the sisters glaring at us.
“Time to fulfill your end of the bargain,” René demanded. “We don’t have much time.”
They chittered angrily and turned their ghoulish heads to me.
“Girl! Have you nothing to say of the crimes of your beau?”
What I had seen had certainly shocked me, but it was something I could not bear to process at the moment.
“He’s right. Show us where they took Jake.”
“No lies.” René warned.
The sisters grumbled among themselves, but once again broke into a trance. A vision appeared before us. It was the river, a great gray mist hanging over it. A large, shadowy structure pushed its way through, revealing the towers of an elaborate stone castle. The castle was familiar to me. Around here, we call it Bellevue Castle, an abandoned Gilded Age flight of fancy on a private island that is now our most famous tourist site. During the winter months, it is closed to guests, leaving the island abandoned. The vision dissolved into smoke.
René stood up to leave.
“You’ll never reach him before dawn,” hissed Margery.
“Yes, yes, the sun is rising, revenant!” Margaretta cackled.
He ignored them. I followed him out, feeling their hateful stares at my back, leaving them to howl and complain among themselves. They had not been lying. The sky had lightened considerably, a thin line of orange had appeared on the horizon. René cursed and shielded his face.
“Let’s get to my cottage,” I said. We arrived just as I began to feel the sun behind me. René had bolted for the dark bedroom. I found him sitting on the bed, his face in his hands, shoulders tense with frustration. I was frustrated too. We’d been outmaneuvered and I feared for Jake’s safety. Would she make him the object of her retaliation? I was certain of it. But there was no way I could sail for the castle without René. I may have a death warrant, but I do not have a death wish.
“We leave as soon as the sun sets tonight,” he said, as though convincing himself.
“I don’t think we have a choice,” I said.
“Not if we want to find Jake.”
“Do you think…do you think we’ll be too late?” I didn’t want to contemplate it.
“I do not think she would kill him without us there to witness it. She wouldn’t deprive herself of the spectacle. We have to understand that she is anticipating exactly what we are planning on doing.”
“This is it then,” I said, trying to sound strong, though I felt like a fist were gripping my heart. René lifted his head and took my hands.
“I won’t let it happen,” he said. “I swear to you.”
“I don’t think that’s something you can promise, René.”
I pulled my hands back from his. It was hard to look at him, when Mina’s face flashed before me, eyes filled with terror just before he buried his fangs into her neck.
“I realize that you have not seen me feed before,” he said quietly.
“Feed? You make it sound so…casual.”
He raised my chin to his face, gray eyes resolute.
“I have spent many decades in utter misery, disgusted by myself, by what I am. That self-loathing is still with me and will be forever. But I cannot change the past and I cannot restore what I have lost. If I can channel this bloodlust, this propensity for violence, against those who have done evil, then perhaps through evil, I can accomplish something good, spare an innocent. This thought was the only thing that sustained me in that century of servitude by her side. This is something … something I hope you never have to understand.”
“I’m trying.”
“I know.”
“I’m going to take a shower.”
“If you return while I am at rest, remember—”
“You’ll look kinda dead. I know.”
He smiled sadly.
I was desperate for the warmth of the shower. The cold within me was not merely the effect of winter, but a numbness that I couldn’t shake. I tried to reach back to a couple months ago, before the sky had changed to that ghastly green, before the abyss opened before me. It was as though I were viewing another person’s life on a different planet. And yet the life I am living now does not seem like my own either. I am straddling the lives of two strangers.
I tried to imagine death. I tried to imagine not existing. Of course, I could not. Who can? I had to hope that there would be peace, that the spirits were not lying to comfort me. After all, I had already witnessed the existence of far more unlikely things.
The sound of the water soothed me. I stepped inside, relishing those first few drops, immersing my body, emptying my mind. The future didn’t matter. At that moment, I was alive and that was glorious.
I don’t know how long I had been standing there, when the water began to feel different. Thicker. Metallic tasting. I opened my eyes to find myself covered in blood, it was pouring out of the shower head. My skin began to burn, my hair falling out in clumps, my teeth loosening and I spat them out. I screamed.
I found myself on the floor of the shower, bruised but wet from water alone. My hands fluttered to my mouth, my hair. Nothing was amiss. I dragged myself upright, trying not to sob. She would take even those small moments away from me… I toweled off with trembling hands and allowed myself a brief glance in the mirror, too fearful of what might stare back if I lingered. Beyond some considerably dark rings under my eyes, I looked relatively normal.
Before, I had contemplated watching the full sunrise, sitting in the sunshine until eventually dozing on the couch. Instead, I went back to the dark bedroom and climbed under the covers of my bed. In my current state, my only comfort came in the form of the reanimated corpse next to me. I curled up beside him and fell asleep.
++
René woke me up at sunset. Despite everything, I actually felt well-rested and at ease. René prepared by downing a large thermos of blood. I secured my uncle’s knife under my coat in a leather belt sheath, my movements calm, almost mechanical. René handed me my silver bracelets and a wave of sadness passed through me.
“We don’t know what state he is in,” he whispered. I nodded and put them on my wrists.
We set sail in silence, the boat’s movements for once not triggering nausea. It was desperately cold on the water, despite the promise of spring in the near future. The cold struck through my gloves and burned my face. René was clearly not bothered by the climate; his coat wasn’t even zipped. He stared ahead with his brows furrowed, scanning all around us for ice and other enemies.
I thought of the summer and of the river crowded with life, with people laughing, speeding past each other on their boats, picnicking under the turrets of our destination, Bellevue Castle.
“Do you know the story of Bellevue Castle, René?” I asked.
“Manhattan hotelier wanted to build the grandest home in all of the Islands, but his wife died before it could be completed.”
“And in his grief, the husband asked all the workers to put down their tools and step away, leaving the castle a half-finished husk, a monument to lost love.” I added.
“I actually think he just ran out of money. I spent some time on that construction site in the 1890s.”
I laughed.
“Of course, you did. Don’t burst the bubble of anyone on the tourist board, alright? That place is a big money maker around here.”
It was good to smile with him, even if just for a moment.
As we neared the castle, a mist descended around us, just as in the vision of the sisters. The air felt heavy and old, as though rife with mildew and rot, difficult to inhale. The visibility severely decreased, but René was able to continue to navigate towards our destination, its hulking shadows barely detectible even by his eyes.
Our boat was hit by a wave, as though from the wake of a boat. René and I looked at each other, thinking the same thing: there was absolutely no one else on the river. A great creaking sound echoed all around us, the groaning of wood and metal. A veritable flotilla of ships and boats broke the surface all around us, arising from the depths glowing a ghostly green. There were wrecked wooden speed boats, steel-hulled freighters from the turn of the century, coal steamers, massive three-masted schooners, and frigates built for the wars of two hundred years ago.
No crew piloted these vessels, which groaned and sighed with the sadness of their years at the bottom. Something was weaving its way through the wrecks, howling through the air with the screeching of a cyclone. René leaned forward, craning his neck to spot it, when a rotting hand shot out of the water and grabbed his shoulder. He pulled it off, but another joined the attack, and another, until a great host of drowned, rotting corpses were pulling at him, threatening to board the boat.
I grabbed a paddle and whacked at them, but there were too many. They were pulling him overboard, despite our best efforts. I clutched his arm and with all my strength tried to drag him back in. The cacophony was approaching, my hair whipped around my face as the freezing winds accelerated. Something caught my boot and my grip on René’s hand slipped away. I was hurtled into the swirling air. I saw below me René’s struggling body dipping below the surface of the river, drowned dead glaring up at me lifelessly.
The whirlwind hummed with the cries of miserable souls. I was suspended among them, falling upwards and upwards until I could breathe no more.
x
2023.03.21 16:40 Ok_Courage_5274 [21M][18F] Girlfriend is a compulsive liar and has a history of cheating
I've been dating my 'now' girlfriend for around 8 months. I moved on from a recent relationship that was toxic. I wouldn't quite consider it a relationship because of how quickly things ended but the run down is that my ex was cheating on her boyfriend with me. Needless to say I was oblivious to that fact and quickly ended things after I found out. I felt horrible and betrayed and honestly violated.
I made it clear with my current girlfriend that I was wanting to stay clear of a partner that wasn't ready for a relationship and wasn't capable of dealing with another bad relationship emotionally. She made it clear she was ready for a relationship and things between us quickly moved forward.
During our early days together I kept getting uneasy feelings mostly because I felt like she wasn't being fully honest about her past so I would enquire lightly about it mainly to ease myself. I wasn't interested in details but I wanted to feel reassurance because I value trust and honesty above all in a relationship and for being taken advantage in the past.
During my enquiry about her past she told me that she was going on dates with others while we were both in the 'talking phase' which was perfectly fine with me because we weren't progressed to exclusive then. But I felt uneasy and red flags started to ring because of the amount of alcohol she was drinking back then but she told me that was it. (This was far from the case)
This to me was a red flag. You don't fuck someone after one day after meeting based on a promise of wanting a relationship. This person is still a stranger no matter how long you've been talking online. I felt terrible for her because a: she is young and naive and b: she was taken advantage of.
Things got worse when she explained that even after she felt violated she messaged the guy on tinder later the next couple days for hookups which lasted and was when we were progressing towards our relationship. It made me feel a bit icky but it also begged the question why would someone who exclaimed that she was ready for a relationship violate her sense of 'code' after stating herself that sex isn't an option unless they're dating.
I told her that I wasn't comfortable having him as her friend especially because he used her for sex ane she blocked him. I was still a bit uneasy because the hookups were happening leading up to our relationship but I suppressed those feelings and still moved forward.
In some way or another her ex got in contact with me and was quite friendly towards me. We had a couple of good conversations which was great but he then was talking about their breakup and that my current girlfriend left him for me. I was shocked and appalled. She left her ex to be with me.
I brought this all up to her immediately when she got home from work and she apologized for lying ect. I was incredibly heart broken and angry. I asked if their were any more information or history I need to know that would affect us and she made it clear that their is nothing else to hide. So I ultimately stayed with her again and made it clear that because she was hooking up with this guy from tinder while she was in a relationship with her ex that she needs to apologise to her ex and understand that she cheated and how that affected the way I saw her.
2 months down the line I found out that she lied and their was more things that she failed to tell me.
EDIT: I understand if it's hard to follow I typed this up on the phone during public transport and I was distracted. So if you need any clarification or have questions please comment them I'll be active and happy to reply!
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I made it clear with my current girlfriend that I was wanting to stay clear of a partner that wasn't ready for a relationship and wasn't capable of dealing with another bad relationship emotionally. She made it clear she was ready for a relationship and things between us quickly moved forward.
During our early days together I kept getting uneasy feelings mostly because I felt like she wasn't being fully honest about her past so I would enquire lightly about it mainly to ease myself. I wasn't interested in details but I wanted to feel reassurance because I value trust and honesty above all in a relationship and for being taken advantage in the past.
During my enquiry about her past she told me that she was going on dates with others while we were both in the 'talking phase' which was perfectly fine with me because we weren't progressed to exclusive then. But I felt uneasy and red flags started to ring because of the amount of alcohol she was drinking back then but she told me that was it. (This was far from the case)
- all details of her past was either admitted in argument or found through her phone (permission was granted and I stumbled upon it)
This to me was a red flag. You don't fuck someone after one day after meeting based on a promise of wanting a relationship. This person is still a stranger no matter how long you've been talking online. I felt terrible for her because a: she is young and naive and b: she was taken advantage of.
Things got worse when she explained that even after she felt violated she messaged the guy on tinder later the next couple days for hookups which lasted and was when we were progressing towards our relationship. It made me feel a bit icky but it also begged the question why would someone who exclaimed that she was ready for a relationship violate her sense of 'code' after stating herself that sex isn't an option unless they're dating.
I told her that I wasn't comfortable having him as her friend especially because he used her for sex ane she blocked him. I was still a bit uneasy because the hookups were happening leading up to our relationship but I suppressed those feelings and still moved forward.
In some way or another her ex got in contact with me and was quite friendly towards me. We had a couple of good conversations which was great but he then was talking about their breakup and that my current girlfriend left him for me. I was shocked and appalled. She left her ex to be with me.
I brought this all up to her immediately when she got home from work and she apologized for lying ect. I was incredibly heart broken and angry. I asked if their were any more information or history I need to know that would affect us and she made it clear that their is nothing else to hide. So I ultimately stayed with her again and made it clear that because she was hooking up with this guy from tinder while she was in a relationship with her ex that she needs to apologise to her ex and understand that she cheated and how that affected the way I saw her.
2 months down the line I found out that she lied and their was more things that she failed to tell me.
- I'll keep it quick and simple from now on because it's turning into a novel so I'll state in simple sentences now.
- she posted her nudes on a separate Reddit account and was using it talk to guys.
- while she was with her ex (same one) she also fucked another guy who she claimed to me didn't go further than dating. ( This guy was a coworker who also thought they were in a relationship with her before I came along)
EDIT: I understand if it's hard to follow I typed this up on the phone during public transport and I was distracted. So if you need any clarification or have questions please comment them I'll be active and happy to reply!
2023.03.21 16:39 SystemSpark [USA] [H]Bomberman 64 2, Silent Hill, .Hack Quaratine, Kid Dracula, Wild Guns, River City Girls, Scarface, Valkyrie Profile, Power Stone, Shantae, Switch/Wii/WiiU/PSP/PS1/PS2/PS3/PS4/PS5/DS/3DS/GBA/GB/NES/SNES/N64/NGC/Genesis/Saturn Games, amiibo, Controllers, Joy-Con,Nintendo Swag [W] Lists, Listed
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| amiibo | Condition |
|---|---|
| Zelda Loftwing | New In Box |
| Sanrio amiibo cards | Sealed Pack |
| Inkling Boy - Neon Green | Loose/Mint |
| Mario Cereal Box | Cereal Removed/Flattened |
| Pit | New In Box |
| Isabelle Summer Outfit | Open Box |
| Cyrus/K.K./Reese | New In Box/Damaged box |
| Timmy & Tommy | New In Box |
| Tom Nook | New In Box |
| Mabel | New In Box |
| Celeste | New In Box |
| Switch | Condition |
|---|---|
| Azure Striker Gunvolt Striker Pack | Sealed |
| Bendy and the Ink Machine | Complete in Box |
| Cruel King and the Great Hero Storybook Edition | Complete in Box |
| Disgaea 1 Rosen Edition | Complete in Box |
| Ghostbusters The Video Game Remastered | Sealed |
| Metroid Dread Collector's Edition | Sealed, a few dings associated with shipping |
| Monster Hunter Stories 2 Collector's Edition | Sealed |
| River City Girls | Sealed, Best Buy Variant |
| Shantae Collector's Edition | Sealed |
| Shantae Risky's Revenge Collector's Edition | Sealed |
| Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Cowabunga Collection | Sealed |
| Unravel 2 | Sealed |
| Yu-Gi-Oh Legacy of the Duelist: Link Evolution | Loose |
| Zelda Breath of the Wild | Loose, EU copy. Works with US DLC |
| Wii | Condition |
|---|---|
| Batallion Wars 2 | Game and Case |
| Castle of Shikigami III | Complete in Box |
| Okami | Game and Case |
| Super Mario Galaxy | Complete in Box |
| WiiU Games | Condition |
|---|---|
| Batman Arkham City Armored Edition | Sealed |
| Disney Infinity 2.0 | Sealed |
| Mario Kart 8 | Complete in Box |
| Nintendoland | Complete in Box |
| Star Fox Guard | Complete in Box |
| DS | Condition |
|---|---|
| Super Scribblenauts | Loose |
| 3DS | Condition |
|---|---|
| Kid Icarus Uprising (Japanese) | Game, Manual, and Case (No Big Box) |
| GBA | Condition |
|---|---|
| Game & Watch Gallery 4 | Loose, Torn Label |
| Lady Sia | Loose, EU import |
| Lady Sia | Loose. Label imperfections |
| Super Puzzle Fighter 2 | Complete in Box |
| Super Mario Advance | No label |
| GB | Condition |
|---|---|
| Alleyway | Loose |
| Kid Dracula | Loose |
| Pocket Monsters Red (Import) | Loose, still saves |
| NES | Condition |
|---|---|
| Kid Icarus | Game, Box, and Manual; Box shows wear; Protective case for box and manual included |
| SNES | Condition |
|---|---|
| Mortal Kombat II | Loose |
| Super Mario World | Loose |
| Super Scope 6 | Loose |
| Wild Guns | Loose, Bad Label Damage |
| N64 | Condition |
|---|---|
| Bomber Man 64 The Second Attack! | Loose |
| Pokemon Snap | Loose |
| Gamecube | Condition |
|---|---|
| Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles | Disc and case. Artwork is a little dinged up. No Manual |
| Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets | Complete in Box, blockbuster stickers on case. |
| Pokemon Box (Import) | Game, Case, Manual, Demo Disc, and Slip Cover; Japanese Region |
| Super Mario Sunshine | Game and Manual. Case included, but the artwork may be a reprint. |
| Sega Genesis | Condition |
|---|---|
| Jurrassic Park | Loose cartridge, Sharpie on Label |
| Spider-Man | Loose cartridge, Label Damage |
| Genesis 6-Pak | Loose cartridge |
| Sega Saturn | Condition |
|---|---|
| Vampire Savior (Import, Dark Stalkers 2) | Game and artwork, no spine slip. Some creases in the artwork. |
| Sega Dreamcast | Condition |
|---|---|
| Power Stone | CIB |
| Power Stone 2 | CIB |
| PSP | Condition |
|---|---|
| Grand Theft Auto Liberty City Stories | Game and Case, Greatest Hits |
| Grand Theft Auto Liberty City Stories | Loose, Greatest Hits, Cracked Casing |
| Little Big Planet | Loose |
| Loco Roco | Complete in Box |
| Patapon | Loose |
| Silent Hill Origins | Complete In Box |
| Star Wars Battlefront Renegade Squadron | Complete in Box |
| PS1 | Condition |
|---|---|
| Castlevania Chronicles | Loose |
| Chocobo's Dungeon 2 | Complete in Box |
| Crash Bash | Complete in Box |
| Dark Stalkers | Loose |
| Dark Stalkers 3 | Loose |
| Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver | Loose |
| Silent Hill | Loose disc |
| Super Puzzle Fighter II Turbo | Complete in Box |
| Valkyrie Profile | Discs and Case, no manual |
| World of Dragon Warrior Torneko The Last Hope | Loose disc |
| PS2 | Condition |
|---|---|
| Burnout | Loose Disc |
| Burnout 2 | Loose Disc |
| Burnout 3 Takedown | Complete, Water Damage on back cover art |
| Burnout Dominator | Case and Disc, Disc has superficial scratches but still boots |
| Burnout Revenge | Complete, Greatest Hits |
| Castlevania Curse of Darkness | Loose, Disc has light scratching |
| Crash Bandicoot The Wrath of Cortex | Greatest Hits, Used, Disc and Case |
| Dragon Ball Z Budokai | Complete in Box |
| Dragon Ball Z Budokai Tenkaichi | Complete in Box; Greatest Hits |
| Final Fantasy X | Greatest Hits, Used, Disc and Case |
| Final Fantasy X-2 | Complete; Greatest Hits |
| God of War II | Complete; Greatest Hits |
| Grand Theft Auto Vice City | Disc, Case, Poster, No Manual |
| .Hack Quaratine | Game, Anime Disc, and Case. Missing Manual |
| Jak and Daxter | Greatest Hits, Used, Disc and Case |
| Marvel vs Capcom 2 | Cracked Disc, won't boot for me. Comes with case, no manual |
| Metal Gear Solid 2 Sons of Liberty | Greatest Hits, Used, Disc and Case |
| Naruto Ultimate Ninja 2 | Disc and Case |
| Need for Speed Underground | Greatest Hits, Used, Disc and Case |
| Need for Speed Underground 2 | Greatest Hits, Used, Disc and Case |
| Need for Speed Hot Pursuit 2 | Greatest Hits, Used, Disc and Case |
| Resident Evil Dead Aim | Game and Case, No manual |
| Scarface | Complete; Greatest Hits |
| Star Wars Battlefront II | Disc and Case |
| Tekken Tag Tournament | Disc and Case; Greatest Hits |
| PS3 | Condition |
|---|---|
| Castlevania Lord of Shadow Collection | Loose |
| PS4 | Condition |
|---|---|
| APEX Construct | Sealed |
| PS5 | Condition |
|---|---|
| Battlefield 2042 | Complete in Box |
| XBOX One | Condition |
|---|---|
| Watchdogs | Sealed |
| Consoles | Condition |
|---|---|
| Monster Hunter Rise Edition Switch | New in Box (No game code) |
| White OLED Nintendo Switch | New in Box |
| OLED Switch Tablet | New/Unused Tablet Only |
| Legend of Zelda Game & Watch (35th Anniversary) | New in Box |
| Controllers | Condition |
|---|---|
| Fortnite Joy-Con Set | Comes from the Fortnite Edition Console, never used |
| Joy-Con Grip | Bagged/Unused - Came with console |
| Oculus Quest 1/Rift S Left Controller | Used but very good condition. Comes with silicon case |
| Oculus Quest 1/Rift S Right Controller | Used but very good condition. Comes with silicon case |
| Joy-Con (Left/Neon Blue) | Good, no drift |
| Joy-Con (Left/Gray) | Good, no drift |
| Joy-Con (Right/Neon Blue) | Good, no drift |
| Joy-Con (Right/Neon Red) | Good, no drift, Factory refurbished |
| SPIN Z WiiU Pro Controller | Black, Near Mint |
| SPIN Z WiiU Pro Controller | Black, Near Mint |
| Gray Wavebird w/Receiver | All OEM, the receiver and controller have a discremepncy on channels, but everything works as intended. |
| WiiU Pro Controller | Black, OEM, Good condition |
| Misc. | Condition |
|---|---|
| Switch Dock (Black) | Good |
| Black MagicGate 8MB PS2 Memory Card | Has Free McBoot loaded onto the card |
| Blue MagicGate 8MB PS2 Memory Card | Has Free McBoot loaded onto the card |
| Yellow Nyko MagicGate 8MB PS2 Memory Card | Has Free McBoot loaded onto the card |
| Super Smash Bros Ultimate Nintendo Switch ConsoleBox Only | Empty Box, good condition |
| Animal Crossing Nintendo Switch Console Box Only | Empty Box, good condition |
| Pokemon Dialga & Palkia Switch Lite Box Only | Empty Box, good condition |
| Fortnite Nintendo Switch Console Box Only | Empty Box, good condition |
| The Art of Splatoon 2 | Sealed, Heavy book with media mail options |
| Kid Icarus Uprising Players Guide (Imported, no AR cards) | Shows a little wear |
| Nintendo Switch AC Adapter | Unused in original bag, Authentic Nintendo Adapter |
| Super Smash Bros. Ultimate Pre-Order Coin | Sealed |
| Breath of the Wild Sheikah Coin | From BotW Special Edition, Good condition |
| Pokken Art Cel Pre-Order Bonus | Sealed |
| Blastoise New 3DS Plates | Plates are mint and unused |
| Nintendo 3DS Stand | OEM, Came with Kid Icarus Uprising |
| Kid Icarus AR Card Set (205/404) | Contains 205 different US cards, no duplicates. This is roughly half the entire set. An itemized list can be provided upon request. |
| Shantae Risky's Revenge 2 LP Soundtrack Vinyl | Sealed |
| Cases | Condition |
|---|---|
| Dot Hack (.HACK) Infection | Case & Manual |
| Dot Hack (.HACK) Mutation | Case only |
| Dot Hack (.HACK) Outbreak | Case & Manual |
| God of War Chains of Olympus | Case and Manual Only |
| Freebies | Condition |
|---|---|
| Gold Game & Watch Stand | Gold Game & Watch stand meant for the 35th Anniversary Edition Zelda G&W, but likely works with others. |
| Playstation 2 IDE Connector | Upgraded my HD Adapter to SATA, these are the old/leftover connectors. |
| Leapster Games |
| Wants | Console |
|---|---|
| Kid Icarus Uprising AR Cards: AKDE-025 AKDE-039 (Will consider others) | None |
| Asheron's Call Memorabilia | PC |
| Game & Watch Devices (Excluding 35th Mario & Zelda editions) | None |
| Sola to robo | DS |
| Izuna Legend of the Unemployed Ninja (Case Only) | DS |
| Little Red Ridinghood Zombie BBQ | DS |
| Metal Gear Acid | PSP |
| Classic NES Series: Ice Climbers | GBA |
| Classic NES Series: Excitebike | GBA |
| Classic NES Series: Dr. Mario | GBA |
| Classic NES Series: Donkey Kong | GBA |
| Classic NES Series: Pac-Man | GBA |
| Classic NES Series: The Legend of Zelda | GBA |
| Classic NES Series: Xevious | GBA |
| Castlevania Legends | GBC |
| Night Warriors Darkstalkers Revenge (Case & Manual Only) | Saturn |
| N64 Expansion Pack | N64 |
| R.O.B. Accessories | NES |
| Wii Sports Club | Wii U |
| Turbo | Wii U |
| Blaster Master 2 | Genesis |
2023.03.21 16:39 SystemSpark [USA] [H]Bomberman 64 2, Silent Hill, .Hack Quaratine, Kid Dracula, Wild Guns, River City Girls, Scarface, Valkyrie Profile, Power Stone, Shantae, Switch/Wii/WiiU/PSP/PS1/PS2/PS3/PS4/PS5/DS/3DS/GBA/GB/NES/SNES/N64/NGC/Genesis/Saturn Games, amiibo, Controllers, Joy-Con,Nintendo Swag [W] Paypal F&F
Prices are subjective, negotiable, and do not include shipping. Photos upon request
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| amiibo | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Zelda Loftwing | 30 | New In Box |
| Sanrio amiibo cards | 12 | Sealed Pack |
| Inkling Boy - Neon Green | 39 | Loose/Mint |
| Mario Cereal Box | 15 | Cereal Removed/Flattened |
| Pit | 30 | New In Box |
| Isabelle Summer Outfit | 40 | Open Box |
| Cyrus/K.K./Reese | 18 | New In Box/Damaged box |
| Timmy & Tommy | 40 | New In Box |
| Tom Nook | 12 | New In Box |
| Mabel | 9 | New In Box |
| Celeste | 9 | New In Box |
| Switch | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Azure Striker Gunvolt Striker Pack | 40 | Sealed |
| Bendy and the Ink Machine | 30 | Complete in Box |
| Cruel King and the Great Hero Storybook Edition | 60 | Complete in Box |
| Disgaea 1 Rosen Edition | 100 | Complete in Box |
| Ghostbusters The Video Game Remastered | 30 | Sealed |
| Metroid Dread Collector's Edition | 110 | Sealed, a few dings associated with shipping |
| Monster Hunter Stories 2 Collector's Edition | 160 | Sealed |
| River City Girls | 200 | Sealed, Best Buy Variant |
| Shantae Collector's Edition | 150 | Sealed |
| Shantae Risky's Revenge Collector's Edition | 150 | Sealed |
| Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Cowabunga Collection | 30 | Sealed |
| Unravel 2 | 30 | Sealed |
| Yu-Gi-Oh Legacy of the Duelist: Link Evolution | 18 | Loose |
| Zelda Breath of the Wild | 35 | Loose, EU copy. Works with US DLC |
| Wii | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Batallion Wars 2 | 11 | Game and Case |
| Castle of Shikigami III | 75 | Complete in Box |
| Okami | 10 | Game and Case |
| Super Mario Galaxy | 13 | Complete in Box |
| WiiU Games | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Batman Arkham City Armored Edition | 40 | Sealed |
| Disney Infinity 2.0 | 15 | Sealed |
| Mario Kart 8 | 15 | Complete in Box |
| Nintendoland | 10 | Complete in Box |
| Star Fox Guard | 10 | Complete in Box |
| DS | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Super Scribblenauts | 5 | Loose |
| 3DS | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Kid Icarus Uprising (Japanese) | 40 | Game, Manual, and Case (No Big Box) |
| GBA | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Game & Watch Gallery 4 | 16 | Loose, Torn Label |
| Lady Sia | 30 | Loose, EU import |
| Lady Sia | 50 | Loose. Label imperfections |
| Super Puzzle Fighter 2 | 60 | Complete in Box |
| Super Mario Advance | 13 | No label |
| GB | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Alleyway | 5 | Loose |
| Kid Dracula | 240 | Loose |
| Pocket Monsters Red (Import) | 10 | Loose, still saves |
| NES | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Kid Icarus | 180 | Game, Box, and Manual; Box shows wear; Protective case for box and manual included |
| SNES | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Mortal Kombat II | 15 | Loose |
| Super Mario World | 16 | Loose |
| Super Scope 6 | 10 | Loose |
| Wild Guns | 270 | Loose, Bad Label Damage |
| N64 | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Bomber Man 64 The Second Attack! | 250 | Loose |
| Pokemon Snap | 15 | Loose |
| Gamecube | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles | 14 | Disc and case. Artwork is a little dinged up. No Manual |
| Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets | 16 | Complete in Box, blockbuster stickers on case. |
| Pokemon Box (Import) | 38 | Game, Case, Manual, Demo Disc, and Slip Cover; Japanese Region |
| Super Mario Sunshine | 40 | Game and Manual. Case included, but the artwork may be a reprint. |
| Sega Genesis | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Jurrassic Park | 10 | Loose cartridge, Sharpie on Label |
| Spider-Man | 12 | Loose cartridge, Label Damage |
| Genesis 6-Pak | 18 | Loose cartridge |
| Sega Saturn | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Vampire Savior (Import, Dark Stalkers 2) | 40 | Game and artwork, no spine slip. Some creases in the artwork. |
| Sega Dreamcast | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Power Stone | 120 | CIB |
| Power Stone 2 | 160 | CIB |
| PSP | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Grand Theft Auto Liberty City Stories | 19 | Game and Case, Greatest Hits |
| Grand Theft Auto Liberty City Stories | 14 | Loose, Greatest Hits, Cracked Casing |
| Little Big Planet | 9 | Loose |
| Loco Roco | 7 | Complete in Box |
| Patapon | 7 | Loose |
| Silent Hill Origins | 50 | Complete In Box |
| Star Wars Battlefront Renegade Squadron | 13 | Complete in Box |
| PS1 | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Castlevania Chronicles | 120 | Loose |
| Chocobo's Dungeon 2 | 100 | Complete in Box |
| Crash Bash | 15 | Complete in Box |
| Dark Stalkers | 47 | Loose |
| Dark Stalkers 3 | 47 | Loose |
| Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver | 18 | Loose |
| Silent Hill | 105 | Loose disc |
| Super Puzzle Fighter II Turbo | 40 | Complete in Box |
| Valkyrie Profile | 325 | Discs and Case, no manual |
| World of Dragon Warrior Torneko The Last Hope | 80 | Loose disc |
| PS2 | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Burnout | 8 | Loose Disc |
| Burnout 2 | 8 | Loose Disc |
| Burnout 3 Takedown | 11 | Complete, Water Damage on back cover art |
| Burnout Dominator | 9 | Case and Disc, Disc has superficial scratches but still boots |
| Burnout Revenge | 10 | Complete, Greatest Hits |
| Castlevania Curse of Darkness | 60 | Loose, Disc has light scratching |
| Crash Bandicoot The Wrath of Cortex | 10 | Greatest Hits, Used, Disc and Case |
| Dragon Ball Z Budokai | 11 | Complete in Box |
| Dragon Ball Z Budokai Tenkaichi | 15 | Complete in Box; Greatest Hits |
| Final Fantasy X | 6 | Greatest Hits, Used, Disc and Case |
| Final Fantasy X-2 | 6 | Complete; Greatest Hits |
| God of War II | 13 | Complete; Greatest Hits |
| Grand Theft Auto Vice City | 10 | Disc, Case, Poster, No Manual |
| .Hack Quaratine | 300 | Game, Anime Disc, and Case. Missing Manual |
| Jak and Daxter | 10 | Greatest Hits, Used, Disc and Case |
| Marvel vs Capcom 2 | 60 | Cracked Disc, won't boot for me. Comes with case, no manual |
| Metal Gear Solid 2 Sons of Liberty | 10 | Greatest Hits, Used, Disc and Case |
| Naruto Ultimate Ninja 2 | 10 | Disc and Case |
| Need for Speed Underground | 10 | Greatest Hits, Used, Disc and Case |
| Need for Speed Underground 2 | 17 | Greatest Hits, Used, Disc and Case |
| Need for Speed Hot Pursuit 2 | 10 | Greatest Hits, Used, Disc and Case |
| Resident Evil Dead Aim | 50 | Game and Case, No manual |
| Scarface | 40 | Complete; Greatest Hits |
| Star Wars Battlefront II | 10 | Disc and Case |
| Tekken Tag Tournament | 10 | Disc and Case; Greatest Hits |
| PS3 | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Castlevania Lord of Shadow Collection | 30 | Loose |
| PS4 | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| APEX Construct | 15 | Sealed |
| PS5 | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Battlefield 2042 | 20 | Complete in Box |
| XBOX One | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Watchdogs | 15 | Sealed |
| Consoles | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Monster Hunter Rise Edition Switch | 420 | New in Box (No game code) |
| White OLED Nintendo Switch | 400 | New in Box |
| OLED Switch Tablet | 250 | New/Unused Tablet Only |
| Legend of Zelda Game & Watch (35th Anniversary) | 50 | New in Box |
| Controllers | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Fortnite Joy-Con Set | 120 | Comes from the Fortnite Edition Console, never used |
| Joy-Con Grip | 8 | Bagged/Unused - Came with console |
| Oculus Quest 1/Rift S Left Controller | 115 | Used but very good condition. Comes with silicon case |
| Oculus Quest 1/Rift S Right Controller | 115 | Used but very good condition. Comes with silicon case |
| Joy-Con (Left/Neon Blue) | 35 | Good, no drift |
| Joy-Con (Left/Gray) | 35 | Good, no drift |
| Joy-Con (Right/Neon Blue) | 35 | Good, no drift |
| Joy-Con (Right/Neon Red) | 35 | Good, no drift, Factory refurbished |
| SPIN Z WiiU Pro Controller | 25 | Black, Near Mint |
| SPIN Z WiiU Pro Controller | 25 | Black, Near Mint |
| Gray Wavebird w/Receiver | 90 | All OEM, the receiver and controller have a discremepncy on channels, but everything works as intended. |
| WiiU Pro Controller | 35 | Black, OEM, Good condition |
| Misc. | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Switch Dock (Black) | 40 | Good |
| Black MagicGate 8MB PS2 Memory Card | 20 | Has Free McBoot loaded onto the card |
| Blue MagicGate 8MB PS2 Memory Card | 20 | Has Free McBoot loaded onto the card |
| Yellow Nyko MagicGate 8MB PS2 Memory Card | 20 | Has Free McBoot loaded onto the card |
| Super Smash Bros Ultimate Nintendo Switch ConsoleBox Only | 90 | Empty Box, good condition |
| Animal Crossing Nintendo Switch Console Box Only | 20 | Empty Box, good condition |
| Pokemon Dialga & Palkia Switch Lite Box Only | 30 | Empty Box, good condition |
| Fortnite Nintendo Switch Console Box Only | 20 | Empty Box, good condition |
| The Art of Splatoon 2 | 80 | Sealed, Heavy book with media mail options |
| Kid Icarus Uprising Players Guide (Imported, no AR cards) | 30 | Shows a little wear |
| Nintendo Switch AC Adapter | 20 | Unused in original bag, Authentic Nintendo Adapter |
| Super Smash Bros. Ultimate Pre-Order Coin | 15 | Sealed |
| Breath of the Wild Sheikah Coin | 25 | From BotW Special Edition, Good condition |
| Pokken Art Cel Pre-Order Bonus | 7 | Sealed |
| Blastoise New 3DS Plates | 150 | Plates are mint and unused |
| Nintendo 3DS Stand | 30 | OEM, Came with Kid Icarus Uprising |
| Kid Icarus AR Card Set (205/404) | 600 | Contains 205 different US cards, no duplicates. This is roughly half the entire set. An itemized list can be provided upon request. |
| Shantae Risky's Revenge 2 LP Soundtrack Vinyl | 55 | Sealed |
| Cases | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Dot Hack (.HACK) Infection | 20 | Case & Manual |
| Dot Hack (.HACK) Mutation | 20 | Case only |
| Dot Hack (.HACK) Outbreak | 30 | Case & Manual |
| God of War Chains of Olympus | 15 | Case and Manual Only |
| Freebies | Price | Condition |
|---|---|---|
| Gold Game & Watch Stand | Free with purchase | Gold Game & Watch stand meant for the 35th Anniversary Edition Zelda G&W, but likely works with others. |
| Playstation 2 IDE Connector | Free with purchase | Upgraded my HD Adapter to SATA, these are the old/leftover connectors. |
| Leapster Games | Free with purchase |
2023.03.21 16:20 EmpireOfTheDawn Hightower III - No.
6th Moon of 200 AC
The High Hall of the Hightower
The great hall of the Hightower had been seldom used in recent years. But with the change in the Reach's tides came a marked shift in Urrathon's habits. The heart of the tower had been dusted and prepared, its chandeliers casting bright flames across the ancient tiles below and the domed mosaic ceiling above, veins of gold and silver gracing the seven-pointed stars strewn about against a deep blue.
Word was sent across Oldtown, runners ran up and down the tower, and riders went to the country to fetch the outlying lords. All were to meet here.
The room itself rivalled the great hall of the Red Keep; though it could only hold and feast a meager five hundred to the capital's thousand. High windows revealed views of the sunset sky over Oldtown, and the Starry Sept's black marble, and the sprawling complex of the Citadel bridging the Honeywine.
Above the lavishly adorned seats and tables that were set was a throne that kings once sat on; Urrathon Hightower, Lord of this very tower and a thousand other titles besides, now occupied that chair. In white silks and cream-colored ivory and pearls and diamonds, he presided over a meeting that was to be solemn. Stern.
Peace and life; white was the color the beacon glowed when a Hightower was born. War and destruction; the beacon flared and roared green to herald war. Both were present, as the rest of the Hightowers were instructed to wear green to Urrathon's first court in nearly a decade. Already, some were whispering of Highgarden. The rumor had spread rather quickly among the gathered crowd of scions and knights and even septons: Lady Cynthea was intending to commit bigamy, though with whom it was yet unrevealed.
"My lords and ladies," Urrathon began, "The soul of the Reach is at stake."
He paused to scan over the crowd, his voice growing louder.
"Lady Cynthea Tyrell endangers her entire house and the stability of our great region. She casts aside all pretense of faith and justice. She has wedded Ser Tommen Blackwood in secret and now intends to wed a second: Lord Nyles Florent."
His scowl persisted. Blunt words were needed now.
"This will not stand. Lord Florent moves boldly and foolishly, for he knows of Cynthea's marriage—and of the bastard that she will soon birth—and fully intends to seize power. Ser Raymund Tyrell," he continued, "has been seized and thrown into a dungeon."
The pallid lord glanced over to Aurola and Theomar Tyrell, then motioned toward the heir to Highgarden. "With the help of Lady Aurola and Ser Theomar, we will seek a peaceful solution, as we always have; but if Lady Cynthea chooses to cling to power at the expense of all that is holy, all that is sacred, and at the cost of the many lives that her tyranny will reap, then our armies will march."
"May the Father deliver justice, and may the Warrior bless the sword-arms of the righteous."
While the Lord Hightower spoke to his bannermen and the guests of Oldtown, Maester Godwyn and half a dozen clerks sent the ravens.
The Reach would know.
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The High Hall of the Hightower
Word was sent across Oldtown, runners ran up and down the tower, and riders went to the country to fetch the outlying lords. All were to meet here.
The room itself rivalled the great hall of the Red Keep; though it could only hold and feast a meager five hundred to the capital's thousand. High windows revealed views of the sunset sky over Oldtown, and the Starry Sept's black marble, and the sprawling complex of the Citadel bridging the Honeywine.
Above the lavishly adorned seats and tables that were set was a throne that kings once sat on; Urrathon Hightower, Lord of this very tower and a thousand other titles besides, now occupied that chair. In white silks and cream-colored ivory and pearls and diamonds, he presided over a meeting that was to be solemn. Stern.
Peace and life; white was the color the beacon glowed when a Hightower was born. War and destruction; the beacon flared and roared green to herald war. Both were present, as the rest of the Hightowers were instructed to wear green to Urrathon's first court in nearly a decade. Already, some were whispering of Highgarden. The rumor had spread rather quickly among the gathered crowd of scions and knights and even septons: Lady Cynthea was intending to commit bigamy, though with whom it was yet unrevealed.
"My lords and ladies," Urrathon began, "The soul of the Reach is at stake."
He paused to scan over the crowd, his voice growing louder.
"Lady Cynthea Tyrell endangers her entire house and the stability of our great region. She casts aside all pretense of faith and justice. She has wedded Ser Tommen Blackwood in secret and now intends to wed a second: Lord Nyles Florent."
His scowl persisted. Blunt words were needed now.
"This will not stand. Lord Florent moves boldly and foolishly, for he knows of Cynthea's marriage—and of the bastard that she will soon birth—and fully intends to seize power. Ser Raymund Tyrell," he continued, "has been seized and thrown into a dungeon."
The pallid lord glanced over to Aurola and Theomar Tyrell, then motioned toward the heir to Highgarden. "With the help of Lady Aurola and Ser Theomar, we will seek a peaceful solution, as we always have; but if Lady Cynthea chooses to cling to power at the expense of all that is holy, all that is sacred, and at the cost of the many lives that her tyranny will reap, then our armies will march."
"May the Father deliver justice, and may the Warrior bless the sword-arms of the righteous."
While the Lord Hightower spoke to his bannermen and the guests of Oldtown, Maester Godwyn and half a dozen clerks sent the ravens.
The Reach would know.
2023.03.21 16:13 _shift [USA-FL] [H] Pokemon Black, Pokemon Black 2 [W] Pokemon Heart Gold or Soul Silver
I never got into black/black 2 and am willing to trade them, I'd really like a physical copy of heartgold or SoulSilver.
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2023.03.21 16:13 parakeet2002 I got some interesting responses from bing
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2023.03.21 15:48 _Triple_ [STORE] 900+ KNIVES/GLOVES/SKINS, 50.000$+ INVENTORY. M9 Fade, M4 Poseidon, Kara Gamma, BFK Freehand, BFK Bright Water, Spec Gloves Kimono, Nomad Fade, M9 Doppler, Skeleton, BFK B.Steel, AWP Fade, Stiletto Fade, S.Gloves Slingshot, BFK Ultra, Kara Damas, Bayo Lore, Bayo Gamma, Flip Fade & A Lot More
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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★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water MW, B/O: $1098
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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
⎯★ 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
⎯★ 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
⎯★ 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
⎯★ 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
⎯★ 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
⎯★ 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
⎯★ 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
⎯★ Classic Knife Slaughter MW, B/O: $311
★ StatTrak™ Classic Knife Stained BS, B/O: $163
⎯★ Talon Knife Slaughter MW, B/O: $605
★ Talon Knife Scorched MW, B/O: $290
⎯★ Ursus Knife Marble Fade FN, B/O: $405
★ Ursus Knife Night Stripe MW, B/O: $162
⎯★ Paracord Knife Stained WW, B/O: $125
★ Paracord Knife Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $97
★ Paracord Knife Safari Mesh FT, B/O: $96
⎯★ Navaja Knife Safari Mesh FT, B/O: $71
★ Navaja Knife Scorched WW, B/O: $71
⎯★ 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
⎯★ 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
⎯★ 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
⎯★ Sport Gloves Slingshot FT, B/O: $796
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious BS #2, B/O: $699
★ Sport Gloves Omega FT, B/O: $656
⎯★ 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
⎯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
⎯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
⎯M4A1-S Icarus Fell FN, B/O: $414
M4A1-S Printstream MW, B/O: $204
M4A1-S Printstream MW, B/O: $204
⎯M4A4 Poseidon FN, B/O: $1402
M4A4 The Emperor FN, B/O: $152
M4A4 Asiimov WW, B/O: $97
⎯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
⎯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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2023.03.21 15:37 ciddiee VOD review, BRONZE TANK (Sig/Rein)
I havent played tank that long, and been stuck in bronze for a bit. I reallt believe i am atleast gold/plat, would love your opinion.
Heroes: Sigma/Rein
Rank: Bronze/Silver
Map: Numbani
Code: T7WYPQ
in-game username: Cid
•This game was a close one 4-3 win, but i felt like i was the reason we even had a shot. But how do i make these games not so close, when it dosent have to be. I believe i tunnelvision a few times on the doom here, but i still try to protect my backline. Am i positioned well? Give me all your opinions, good and bad ones, I WANT TO LEARN.
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Heroes: Sigma/Rein
Rank: Bronze/Silver
Map: Numbani
Code: T7WYPQ
in-game username: Cid
•This game was a close one 4-3 win, but i felt like i was the reason we even had a shot. But how do i make these games not so close, when it dosent have to be. I believe i tunnelvision a few times on the doom here, but i still try to protect my backline. Am i positioned well? Give me all your opinions, good and bad ones, I WANT TO LEARN.
2023.03.21 15:37 ThrowAway1977911 My sick (45 yo) husband left me (40 yo F) and I don't know where to turn
Throw away account because I have been on Reddit for a long time. I (40 yo F) found out exactly two weeks ago that my (45 yo) husband was having an emotional affaisexting with a friend of ours of over 20 years. First he tried to gaslight me into believing I wanted a divorce because he said it'd be easier on me to believe that I did this (sure, Jan) rather than to know our "friend" that I told him to reach out to to help us plan a Disney trip for our daughter was a homewrecker. Anyway, my husband has mental health issues that went undiagnosed for years and wasn't the best husband, or really even a good one most of the time, so I definitely wasn't the best wife either since I received nothing a wife usually should in terms of emotional support. I was working two full-time jobs while he was too sick to work and I was very bitter. I'd come home, the house wasn't cleaned, a lot of times dinner wasn't ready so I would have to do that, and he was playing video games after not showering for days. He couldn't even leave the house to go to the store without having a panic attack and the next thing you know, he could talk to anyone and everyone a mile a minute. His little affair went from zero to sixty in three weeks...literally. Also, Voldemort wasn't the only one he was messaging these things too. He is sick and I can recognize and appreciate that.
I deeply love my husband and was willing to stay and fight with him to the bitter end to fix his health and to fix our marriage. I've never cheated on him and I never would, and I never would've believed he'd do it to me in a million years. All of our friends (many his friends first) who truly know him say he's sick, he loves me and he'd never leave me and our 9 year old daughter. My husband himself vacillates between loving me and putting all of his emotions towards her into me (funny he didn't bother to show me said emotions) and then loving her even though they spoke like once every year or more for the past 20ish. Like I said, he's sick. The problem is he was doing and saying things in front of our daughter that simply isn't him. Like awful things about me and talking about how great Voldemort will be as a mom to her.
Voldemort has a hold on him and has been putting all kinds of things in his head about me (like I have NPD and am gaslighting him into believing that basically our over 20 year relationship with kids has all been a lie) and was trying yo put things into my head about him. He doesn't know what she has said to me, and he wouldn't believe them anyway because he is so paranoid right now, but basically she said he has cheated on me for years, he's been trying to leave me for her for years, he has sent her over $2,000 of our money within the past year, etc. The thing is, I know she's a liar because I heard her lies and manipulation myself over our Ring cameras and I know she's also telling him he isn't sick at all. It's clear to everyone that she wants to move my husband halfway across the country to be with her because she's an angry, bitter, manipulative, insecure, gold digger while she plays "the girl's girl" who has been "cheated on before by her ex husband" who she claims is exactly like my husband.
So now we are in this awful place, (all thanks to Voldemort and her manipulation in telling him he wasn't sick) that I had the school call me and tell me I had to get the PD involved or to not send our daughter back because they were afraid he was going to take our daughter from school and run off with her and he "didn't sound right on the phone." Lo and behold, it looks like that was exactly his intention actually. Silly me for not wanting to file anything originally when the school called, but we do have a TRO in place now. It isn't to hurt him and knowing it does so hurts me, but I have to protect my daughter, myself and our inner peace.
It hurts so much for him to be gone and I wake up nearly every night unable to catch my breath and crying for him, but I know that I am doing the right thing for myself and my daughter.He 100% cannot be around us in this state. I haven't spoken to my friends or family about this because I simply cannot. I have over 200 unread texts and I can't bother to look at them. Hell, I can't even post this from my own account for fear of someone coming across it and I am really, really lonely right now and have no one to talk to about this.
What do I do? Do I continue to wait for my husband's treatment to kick in and him to get on meds (he believes he isn't sick again thanks to Voldemort and who knows whom else) and fight for the marriage we both said we wanted together a week ago? The marriage he promised me and our daughter last Tuesday? I know we are capable of it. Do I do that or do I get the permanent restraining order so he cannot do the same to me (I have done zero for him to do it FYI, but I am a nurse and if he lies then I will lose my license forever). Do I not obtain counsel and proceed or just drop it like my heart tells me to do? Do I keep him away until he can prove to our family that he means what he says and he will stay away from Voldemort forever (change his phone number, give me access to everything like I had before but this time I actually check in on it from time to time, etc until I can trust him again)? I do not want to give up on my marriage. You don't just let someone go because they're sick. As they said in Lilo and Stitch, “Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind.”
I'm just really lonely and need some advice. TIA.
TL;DR My husband is recently dx bipolar, in a hypomania, started multiple inappropriate conversations with people, the one that stuck was a "friend" of ours of over 20 years and therefore he became obsessed with her, running off to marry her, etc while simultaneously still trying to sex up anything walking. His entire personality has changed. Some of this may also be a midlife crisis maybe, but definitely is most hypomania. I've been saying for a year something was wrong with him because his depression became so deep that he didn't work for a year when this man had worked his whole life. Voldemort has convinced him he isn't sick and that he's being abused by me when all I want is a good marriage that is healthy with a husband who shows me true love and affection. I promised our daughter that I would fight for us. He told our daughter, Voldemort, me and his mom that he's sick and he knew I was fighting to save him and how much he loves me and I love him before he slipped away again. Voldemort texted him from fake numbers all day after he blocked her. She won't get out of his ear. I blocked her from myself. I'm really lonely and need advice because I don't want to give up on our marriage. I know it'll be the biggest mistake of both of our lives, but I don't see how to power through. Any advice?
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I deeply love my husband and was willing to stay and fight with him to the bitter end to fix his health and to fix our marriage. I've never cheated on him and I never would, and I never would've believed he'd do it to me in a million years. All of our friends (many his friends first) who truly know him say he's sick, he loves me and he'd never leave me and our 9 year old daughter. My husband himself vacillates between loving me and putting all of his emotions towards her into me (funny he didn't bother to show me said emotions) and then loving her even though they spoke like once every year or more for the past 20ish. Like I said, he's sick. The problem is he was doing and saying things in front of our daughter that simply isn't him. Like awful things about me and talking about how great Voldemort will be as a mom to her.
Voldemort has a hold on him and has been putting all kinds of things in his head about me (like I have NPD and am gaslighting him into believing that basically our over 20 year relationship with kids has all been a lie) and was trying yo put things into my head about him. He doesn't know what she has said to me, and he wouldn't believe them anyway because he is so paranoid right now, but basically she said he has cheated on me for years, he's been trying to leave me for her for years, he has sent her over $2,000 of our money within the past year, etc. The thing is, I know she's a liar because I heard her lies and manipulation myself over our Ring cameras and I know she's also telling him he isn't sick at all. It's clear to everyone that she wants to move my husband halfway across the country to be with her because she's an angry, bitter, manipulative, insecure, gold digger while she plays "the girl's girl" who has been "cheated on before by her ex husband" who she claims is exactly like my husband.
So now we are in this awful place, (all thanks to Voldemort and her manipulation in telling him he wasn't sick) that I had the school call me and tell me I had to get the PD involved or to not send our daughter back because they were afraid he was going to take our daughter from school and run off with her and he "didn't sound right on the phone." Lo and behold, it looks like that was exactly his intention actually. Silly me for not wanting to file anything originally when the school called, but we do have a TRO in place now. It isn't to hurt him and knowing it does so hurts me, but I have to protect my daughter, myself and our inner peace.
It hurts so much for him to be gone and I wake up nearly every night unable to catch my breath and crying for him, but I know that I am doing the right thing for myself and my daughter.He 100% cannot be around us in this state. I haven't spoken to my friends or family about this because I simply cannot. I have over 200 unread texts and I can't bother to look at them. Hell, I can't even post this from my own account for fear of someone coming across it and I am really, really lonely right now and have no one to talk to about this.
What do I do? Do I continue to wait for my husband's treatment to kick in and him to get on meds (he believes he isn't sick again thanks to Voldemort and who knows whom else) and fight for the marriage we both said we wanted together a week ago? The marriage he promised me and our daughter last Tuesday? I know we are capable of it. Do I do that or do I get the permanent restraining order so he cannot do the same to me (I have done zero for him to do it FYI, but I am a nurse and if he lies then I will lose my license forever). Do I not obtain counsel and proceed or just drop it like my heart tells me to do? Do I keep him away until he can prove to our family that he means what he says and he will stay away from Voldemort forever (change his phone number, give me access to everything like I had before but this time I actually check in on it from time to time, etc until I can trust him again)? I do not want to give up on my marriage. You don't just let someone go because they're sick. As they said in Lilo and Stitch, “Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind.”
I'm just really lonely and need some advice. TIA.
TL;DR My husband is recently dx bipolar, in a hypomania, started multiple inappropriate conversations with people, the one that stuck was a "friend" of ours of over 20 years and therefore he became obsessed with her, running off to marry her, etc while simultaneously still trying to sex up anything walking. His entire personality has changed. Some of this may also be a midlife crisis maybe, but definitely is most hypomania. I've been saying for a year something was wrong with him because his depression became so deep that he didn't work for a year when this man had worked his whole life. Voldemort has convinced him he isn't sick and that he's being abused by me when all I want is a good marriage that is healthy with a husband who shows me true love and affection. I promised our daughter that I would fight for us. He told our daughter, Voldemort, me and his mom that he's sick and he knew I was fighting to save him and how much he loves me and I love him before he slipped away again. Voldemort texted him from fake numbers all day after he blocked her. She won't get out of his ear. I blocked her from myself. I'm really lonely and need advice because I don't want to give up on our marriage. I know it'll be the biggest mistake of both of our lives, but I don't see how to power through. Any advice?
2023.03.21 15:36 ARXEUS_ Do you guys ever use other mods to gain advantage in quest mods or is that cheating??
Recently I downloaded The Warden of the Coast, by theBawbs again
I had played through it once on my own, Got kinda a good ending,
I posted about it here, and theBawbs even replied, After getting educated by him, I got the perfect ending
Now I am at it again
This time, I decided, before the Final battle, how about I summon all my modded and "get over here" followers??
Inigo, Sofia, Kaidan, Lucifer have their summon spells and viola, they were in Dagon's land
Get over Here is a handy mod to mark upto 8 followers and call em in
I called in Aela, Mjoll, Jzargo, Aranea, Eola, Serana and Lucien(modded)
Gotta say, the last battles were a freaking breeze
And its Goddamn fun to see all your followers having fun slaughtering Daedra
I also have Smart harvest and Ordinator+Apocalypse, so soul cloak and daedra heart collection goes brrrrrrrrrr. By the end of the Mod I had 200 - 300 Daedra Hearts and Black Soul Gems
Also take into consideration the comedy that is to see Inigo and Lucien bantering and Joking while the Wotc companions shudder in fear in under Mehrunes Dagon's oblivion
Or Kaidan and Mjoll rivaling Zavok's bloodthirst
Or Katri who could not bear with my werewolf dragonborn standing right next to Serana
Or Haden finally meeting his drinking match in Sofia
Am I the only one who does this?? Is this cheating??
Lastly, a few issues
The Texture around the Sigil stone does not load at any cost for me, It did not on any of my playthroughs, I have only seen it in George (Zero Period Productions) 's video
I dunno why, but the game lags whenever I am near Grass, Like the Norstead village
Can I get the vaermina's cloak as a lesser power instead of a one time use spell??
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I had played through it once on my own, Got kinda a good ending,
I posted about it here, and theBawbs even replied, After getting educated by him, I got the perfect ending
Now I am at it again
This time, I decided, before the Final battle, how about I summon all my modded and "get over here" followers??
Inigo, Sofia, Kaidan, Lucifer have their summon spells and viola, they were in Dagon's land
Get over Here is a handy mod to mark upto 8 followers and call em in
I called in Aela, Mjoll, Jzargo, Aranea, Eola, Serana and Lucien(modded)
Gotta say, the last battles were a freaking breeze
And its Goddamn fun to see all your followers having fun slaughtering Daedra
I also have Smart harvest and Ordinator+Apocalypse, so soul cloak and daedra heart collection goes brrrrrrrrrr. By the end of the Mod I had 200 - 300 Daedra Hearts and Black Soul Gems
Also take into consideration the comedy that is to see Inigo and Lucien bantering and Joking while the Wotc companions shudder in fear in under Mehrunes Dagon's oblivion
Or Kaidan and Mjoll rivaling Zavok's bloodthirst
Or Katri who could not bear with my werewolf dragonborn standing right next to Serana
Or Haden finally meeting his drinking match in Sofia
Am I the only one who does this?? Is this cheating??
Lastly, a few issues
The Texture around the Sigil stone does not load at any cost for me, It did not on any of my playthroughs, I have only seen it in George (Zero Period Productions) 's video
I dunno why, but the game lags whenever I am near Grass, Like the Norstead village
Can I get the vaermina's cloak as a lesser power instead of a one time use spell??