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*SHUNK*
A blink of an eye passed, moments after the object was thrown across the room by Efena over to Mystia. Sumireko and the others were stunned by what had occurred; some were perplexed, while others were concerned.
What they saw was Mystia being tightly embraced by Satsujin, in a position where Satsujin could act as a shield, a protector for the Night Sparrow. The object had dug deep into his back, injecting firmly well into him. But the object in question was strange. It wasn’t some kind of special bullet that Efena had prepared, nor was it a blade of any kind. It was a syringe filled with an unusual blue liquid that slowly seeped into Satsujin until it was completely drained.
Satsujin felt a pulse of energy course through him, as if a jolt of electricity had zipped from the top of his head to the ends of his toes. He felt a surge of immense power surging through him, only for it to dissipate and vanish, nothing more than a flickering light that had lost its spark. But other than that, he felt fine.
"Mystia…" He said, looking at the girl’s face. "Are you alright?"
"Satsujin…" Mystia looked at his face, seeing the genuine, reassuring smile he gave her, letting her know everything was alright. "You…took the hit for me."
"Yeah…I did." Satsujin said. "Because I wouldn’t want to witness the one I love get hurt." He said.
Within his subconscious, Satsuki was weeping with tears of joy, as though she were watching a soap opera. Satsugrim, on the other hand, did nothing but facepalm as hard as he could.
"Satsujin… You’re… You’re so brave… You’re so heroic. You’re so…Gullible." Mystia’s voice suddenly changed to a dark and scary one.
"W…What?" Satsujin was confused. The way Mystia said that word, it was as though she were now a different person. But that can’t be true, right? He sensed nothing wrong from her, nothing! There’s no way she’s a fake; he would know!
But he was soon to be proven wrong. Mystia’s form slowly began to change. Her hair which was short and pink began to grow long and messy, reaching down to her hips. Her skin turned pale and chiseled like a porcelain doll. Her clothes which were white and brown, decorated with ornaments, turned into a long plain white dress.
"You’re not Mystia…" Satsujin said, backing away from the transforming figure. "Who are you?" He asked.
"Who am I?" The figure said. "Satsujin, have you forgotten what I look like? How shameful of you. I’m Efena. The Goddess of Fear." Efena said, now revealing her true form.
"B-But how!? I thought you were controlling Yukari! You can’t be in two places at once!" Satsujin shouted.
Over by where Yukari was, a root that had been implanted in her neck shriveled up and detached from her, likely due to the force of the impact that she received. Her eyes and form slowly reverted back to normal, as she blinked around, confused about what was going on. But everything clicked when she saw Sumireko and the others.
Sumireko and Suika looked back, seeing Yukari struggling to move. "Wait, if that’s Efena over there. Then that’s Yukari." Sumireko said.
"No…No!!!" She attempted to say something, but her voice was hoarse. She tried to get up, but her legs buckled when she moved. It was as though she were a newborn taking their first steps. "Everyone…Run…Run!!!"
Everyone was even more confused, while Efena laughed. "My roots can do more than grab onto people or spread my fear mist. I can also inject them into the back of their necks and control them for a short period of time. Though I can’t do it on anyone, only those who have succumbed to their fears…Oh, did I forgot to mention I can shapeshift into other beings?"
Of all the moments that Satsujin could be feeling anger, this was one of them. He was furious, a fiery volcano erupting in an explosive manner. To think he'd be duped so easily by someone he hadn't expected. He was heartbroken, knowing it wasn’t Mystia he saved.
"I…Will…Crush you!!!" He shouted, holding his hand out and preparing to unleash a spell card. "Song Sign: Violent String!"
…
But nothing happened.
"What?" Satsujin was now more confused than before. He tried again. "Song Sign: Violent String!!!" But again, nothing, not even a single bullet was casted. "Why is it not working? Violent String! Violent String!!! Violent String!!!!!"
Efena simply smiled, while her roots began to form around her and Satsujin. Slowly they moved to wrap around his legs, throwing him to the ground. He hit the floor hard, nearly banging his head had he not covered his face first. He didn’t even notice the roots surrounding him. And thinking about it now, he can’t sense anything whatsoever. He was completely blind.
Efena began to laugh, watching Satsujin struggle like an infant, trying to pull himself out of the roots. He wanted to use his intangibility, but even that wouldn’t work. He can't use his echolocation, turn intangible, or even cast magic. He was powerless.
"What’s going on!? Why can’t I use my abilities!?" He said.
The others realized what was going on, and they quickly tried to go over and help him.
"Satsujin!!!" Rumia shouted. "What’s happening right-"
Suddenly, the roots in the room began to spray out their mist, hitting everyone that was inside, including Satsujin. They all tried to avoid inhaling it, holding their breaths, but they couldn’t keep it up forever.
"Ack! That smells terrible!" Rumia said, wiping the mist away from her face. "Satsujin… What is going on?"
She opened her eyes. But she didn’t find herself in the Scarlet Devil Mansion… But instead, she was in a dark forest, where she was met with a woman she was all too familiar with. Donning a fox mask on her face, wearing the traditional clothes of Hakurei, and wielding the honorable gohei that was primarily used for extortions and exterminations.
"N…No…No, it can’t be real… No…Nonono…No…G…Get away…" Rumia said, backing away. "Get away…Get away I’m sorry!!!"
Rumia witnessed her fears come to life. Cirno on the other hand was experiencing something different. She saw the sight of her beloved friends dead on the ground, their weapons broken and shattered, even Letty, the woman she looked up to was nothing more than a corpse.
"E…Everyone…Reisen…Big Sis…Letty." Cirno said.
And as she looked up, she saw a figure floating above the clouds, the full moon embraced behind her, and a single wing that spread wider than their entire body, while a long blade rested in their hand.
"Cirno and the others will be victorious in their fight, managing to defeat the one-winged angel with no casualties." The person said in a cold yet calculating voice.
"You…You killed them…You killed them all… SAGUME!!!!!!!!!!" Cirno screamed with a mix of anger and fear.
The others were experiencing similar fates. Suika had found herself alone again, trapped in her own gourd with no way out. Sumireko was trapped inside a box that was slowly filled with cockroaches. Meiling watched everyone in her family die thanks to the one person who caused it all. Ko witnessed her mother being crushed to death over and over again. Mary simply turned into a rusty blade, worthless in all the ways a blade could be, and forever forgotten as a result.
Satsujin could hear everyone screaming or yelling in fear, while the laughter of Efena played out. "D-Damn you!!! How…How did you do this? How did you take away my powers!?" He demanded.
"Oh? That’s simple." Efena said. "I used a special kind of serum made by a highly intelligent acquaintance of mine. You probably don’t know him, but he’s known by the name Prof. Altalune. He has a very unique ability that was very helpful in dealing with people such as you, the Goddess of Hell, and even the Hakurei Shrine Maiden."
"And what is that!?" Satsujin demanded.
"The ability to disable other abilities."
The way she said it made him realize the gravity of his situation. He can't do anything because his abilities aren't working. He’s nothing more than a regular being.
"I wonder, now that your pesky mental defenses are lowered, that means you should be susceptible to my mist again." Efena giggled. "Only one way to find out…"
She approached Satsujin, imitating a blown kiss while spraying one of her roots directly in his face. He coughed, almost gagging from the intense smell of the mist.
Within his subconscious, his eyes gazed upon a sight that was to behold. He was standing in the middle of the streets of Japan, late at night, with the cold wind blowing by him. He looked at his surroundings, and they were familiar, very familiar.
"This…This is the place that I-"
He stepped back, only to feel a presence behind him. He turned around, looking up to greet the face of a man he swore was dead.
His father was dressed in the same fancy suit, smoking a cigar and laughing so hard it sent chills down his spine.
"Hehehe. Run all you want, boy. But you can never truly escape your past." The man said.
Satsujin, for what seemed like forever, was afraid again. His eyes darted around the place, looking at the buildings and the streetlamps. He saw men and women of various shapes and sizes, all of them wearing identical outfits while holding weapons ranging from bats to switchblades. He walked back, but felt another presence yet again.
He turned around and was greeted by a mature and beautiful woman. She wore a silky dress that showed her shoulders well. Her hair was styled up to make herself look as rich as rich could be, while in one of her hands she held a wine glass that swirled round and round with little effort on her part.
"Mother…You’re also-"
"Don’t talk to me." His mother said.
Satsujin was interrupted by the swiping of her hand, her claws tearing through his skin like paper. He was knocked to the ground, his cheek bleeding. The pain was enough for him to start tearing up, but both his parents were the least of his problems.
When he looked to his right, he saw his brother kneeling on the ground, a bag over his head, and one of the taller guys standing above him, holding a mallet primarily used for pounding mochi. His brother struggled to move because his arms and legs were bound with ropes.
"No…No, what are you doing to him?" Satsujin asked. "Let him go. Please, let him go! He’s done nothing wrong!"
His father let out a laugh, while his mother took a small sip of wine, looking at the man with the mallet and spoke,
"Do your thing already." She said.
"No! NO!!!" Satsujin shouted, he tried to get up but his body was weak. He could only watch as the man lifted the mallet up into the sky, casting a shadow in the moonlight. His father's laughter filled his ears as he screamed in desperation at the sight of him.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!"
Before the mallet could strike, Satsujin was suddenly pulled out of the nightmare by Satsuki and Satsugrim. The gateway to the sequence tried to pull him back using root-like hands, but Satsuki used her bat to crush them into nothing but paste.
"Augh! Gross!" Satsuki said. "I’ll need to clean Ruthless later after all of this."
Satsujin breathed heavily, but began to slow down when he realized he was back in his own subconscious, where it was safe. He looked up, seeing Satsugrim holding a hand out to help him up. He gladly took that hand and stood back up.
"Thanks for pulling me out. I didn’t think that-"
And then Satsugrim punched him across the face, knocking him down.
"Satsugrim!" Satsuki shouted.
"You… Fucking idiot!" Satsugrim shouted. He reached back down to pull Satsujin back using his shirt, forcing Satsujin to stare right into his half-broken mask. "Not only did you ignore my advice, not run away when you should’ve run, and willingly surrender, but now we can’t even use our abilities because of your inept behavior. And for what exactly!?"
Satsujin looked back at Satsugrim, still feeling afraid due to the mist. He could see the level of anger his more negative variant showed, and he can’t help but feel he was right.
"I just...wanted to protect someone," said Satsujin.
"Oh, of course." Satsugrim said in a harsh tone. He shoved Satsujin away from him as he tried to keep his balance. "I guess it was worth giving up all of our powers and skills so you could save the woman who lured all of us into a trap… You’re more incompetent than her right now."
Satsujin wanted to argue, fight back, say something to make his variant shut up. But he can't because he has nothing to say to demonstrate that what he did was worthwhile. He led everyone into a trap, got them all captured, and when they were close to victory, he screwed up in the end.
"Okay, fine. You’re right." Satsujin said. "I fucked up. Is that all you want to hear?"
"Oh wow, you’re actually admitting it." Satsugrim felt a little surprised. "But it’s too late now, Satsujin. We can’t go back after this."
"Well what do you expect me to do then? It’s not my fault that you and everyone else expect me to be perfect."
"Guys, c’mon already!" Satsuki shouted. "What happened to no fighting/bickering? We need to think of a solution that could help us get out of this situation."
"Oh, you got any bright ideas, Miss ‘Swing and a Hit’? Because I am all… all… all…" Satsugrim's tone changed from sarcastic to fearful. Satsuki and Satsujin were puzzled as they both wondered what caused his mannerisms to change.
"Huh? What is it now? Why did you get so quiet?" Satsuki asked.
Satsugrim’s hand was shakily raised to point forward behind Satsuki. Both she and Satsujin turned around to look at where Satsugrim was pointing. And they both turned baffled.
They saw a figure walk towards them, wearing a classy black suit normally worn at formal events. Their hair was well-combed and styled in a fancy manner. He had both of his hands in his pockets, strolling towards the three while a trail of a purple, glitchy essence trailed behind him on the ground. He wore a purple-oni mask on his face, covering up his identity, but as soon as everyone saw him, he took out one of his hands and removed the mask.
Everyone was shocked when they saw who it was. He had the same face as Satsujin, with the exception that there were no scars around his eyes, and instead of red and blue heterochromatic eyes, they were both a vibrant shade of purple.
"No…No. No no no no no nononononononononononono." Satsugrim said in a panicked tone. "We got to move. Now… NOW!!!" He grabbed both Satsuki and Satsujin, pulling them as he tried to make them move.
"Hey! What is going on!? Who is that guy?" Satsujin said.
"He’s the reason I don’t have my eyes! We can’t stay here! We gotta move now!!!" Satsugrim said.
"What? I'm not going to flee like you, Grim!" Satsuki said, yanking her arm away from Satsugrim. "If he's a threat, then we should deal with him!"
"Wait! No!!!" Satsugrim said.
But Satsuki didn’t listen. She ran right over to the purple-eyed man with her baseball bat. She got close enough to where she could swing it right at him, intending to bash his brains out. However-
*BANG*
She fell to the ground, dropping her bat, and lay there, blood seeping out from the bullet wound she received from the man’s gun, which he had in his other pocket.
"Satsuki!" Satsujin said. "We gotta help her!!!" He tried to pull away from Satsugrim.
"Again with this shit!? The last time you helped someone we lost our powers, we gotta move!"
"I don’t care! I can’t leave her! You can if you want!"
"I can’t! You’re supposed to be the main host! If you fall, then he gets to take back control!"
"Who even is he!?"
The man who had been standing far away from them suddenly appeared in front of them, a casual smile on his face and his eyes glaring down at both variants of Satsujin. Both of them froze in terror, their legs paralyzed by terror. In a desperate attempt, Satsugrim threw Satsujin away from him with as much strength as he could, then proceeded to pull out his severed blade to attack the threat. But the threat blocked the attack using the hilt of his gun, putting in little effort to hold him back.
"Grim! What are you-"
"Just fucking go already!" Satsugrim shouted.
Those words were apparently enough for Satsujin to finally understand the situation. He turned around and began to run as quickly as he could while Satsugrim held back the menace for as long as possible. He ran as far as he could, running for what felt like miles, yet never seemingly running out of breath.
"Damn it Grim! The one time you decide to not act so cowardly." Satsujin told himself. "What do I even do now? I can’t use my abilities, I don’t know where I’m supposed to go."
*BANG*
A bullet shot him in the leg. He fell to the ground, wincing from the immense pain he was feeling.
"Auuugh!!! It hurts!!! Why does it hurt so much!?" Satsujin yelled. He figured he could try and pull out the bullet from his leg, but he didn’t know how he could do that. Instead he watched the figure who he believed he ran away from now walking towards him, dragging behind Satsuki and Satsugrim using what looked to be strings made of the same essence that trailed behind him.
He crawled away, trying to get back up, but he shot his other leg in response, making it so he could no longer run. Satsujin yelled in pain, desperate for a way out.
"W-wait!!! Please… Why are you doing this?" Satsujin said. "Aren’t you supposed to be me or something? We’re supposed to work together!"
The figure continued to remain silent. He walked up to Satsujin, pulling him up with ease, and forced him to make eye contact. Satsujin remained terrified of the person, knowing he could not do anything.
"Who…are you even?" He asked.
And finally, the figure spoke.
"...I’m you… Or rather, you’re me… Dai Kensei."
And then it happened. Satsujin felt a flourish of corruption energy flow right into him. He started to scream sporadically, both internally and externally.
Back in the real world, Satsujin was glitching out, his body twitching and writhing like someone who had a seizure. His screams filled up the room, his form changing to become more and more unrecognizable as if he were a sprite in a game that had been horribly altered to be nothing like how it should look.
And then, it stopped. Satsujin’s form changed back to how he was before he became a vengeful spirit, back into being a full-blooded human, as he collapsed to the ground, his eyes no longer red and blue, not even a bright pink and purple, or even blue and red. They were completely white, lacking any color whatsoever.
Efena was a little shocked at first, seeing Satsujin react in such a way. But her shock turned to laughter, laughter that became more hysterical in a matter of seconds. She laughed as though she truly believed she had won.
"HAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAAAAAA!!! Oh…Inco. To think you had planned this far… I knew you wouldn’t let someone like him be." She said, wiping away tears from her face. "You always…always find a way."
Reaching in her dress, she pulled out PB’s deactivated form that she got from Ko, smiling with bliss. "Now all we need is the cube and die and then-"
Her moment was interrupted when she felt a bullet hit her, albeit a weak one. She looked over, seeing Yukari having regained some of her strength now, as she stood up with a look of frustration and hatred, struggling to move but having enough energy to act if she needed to.
"Oh, yes. I forgot about you for a moment. You’re still regaining your energy though, so you’re not going to be much of a threat, are you?" Efena said.
Yukari stepped forward, waddling back and forth while breathing wearily. She didn’t say anything, instead only focused on walking towards the Goddess of Fear. But a root she didn’t see caused her to trip over, falling to the ground. She struggled to push herself back up while Efena continued to laugh.
"Look at you, trying to stand up like a newborn deer. Maybe I should spray you with some of my mist to help." Efena relocated some of her roots to Yukari's position. But before she could spray out more of her mist, she was sucker-punched hard across the face.
Yukari blinked. One second Efena was standing all triumphant and stoic, the next a blinding light zipped right at her and struck the woman across the face. She stumbled but kept her feet on the ground. Efena checked her face, feeling the lingering pain of a punch left on her.
"What?" She said. She then checked her other hand, realizing that PB was gone. "Wait… Where’s the plate!?"
Just then, a blinding light reappeared in the room, erasing the darkness. A figure stood in between Yukari and Efena, shrouded in light. The Goddess of Fear’s eyes widened, filled with mixed emotions of fear and anger, seeing the figure holding PB in their hands.
"...You…It’s you…" Efena said.
"...Who are you?" Yukari said with a raspy voice.
The figure looked back at Yukari, "Can you still use your powers right now?"
Yukari was confused by their request. She had regained some of her energy so she should be able to open up a gap. "I should, but why do you ask?"
As if right on cue, the room started to shake, tremendously. It was as though something was shaking the entire mansion, affecting Yukari, Efena, and also the figure shrouded in light.
Deep beneath the mansion, Demise was somewhere close to where the basement was located, using his powers to affect the surrounding rock and dirt by creating vibrations equivalent to that of high-magnitude earthquakes. He hummed to himself, wondering how long it would take for the mansion to collapse. Because while the mansion can handle many types of weather and disasters, a magnitude-10 earthquake is not one of them.
The mansion began to crack, the pillars that supported it began to break and collapse, rooms shattered, and debris fell. It was only a matter of time before the entire mansion was demolished. Efena, attempting to avoid getting hit, had a chunk of the ceiling collapse on top of her, knocking her out easily.
"W-w-what is going on?" Yukari said, trying not to be thrown to the ground.
"Crap!!! Crap! crap! crap!" The figure of light said. "Quick! Make one of those gaps and help me get everyone out to safety! Now!!!"
Yukari listened to the person, and they mustered the energy needed to make a small gap that was big enough for one person to enter at a time. The figure then moved to grab everyone one by one, moving fast, but not too fast over towards the gap and threw them in. Sumireko, Rumia, Cirno, Ko, Gummy, Shanghai, Mary, Satsujin, Suika, and Meiling were all carried into the portal. It was an easy task due to them all being entranced by the effects of the Fear Mist. They also tossed PB through the gap portal.
Once everyone was sent to safety, Yukari moved to enter herself. But was struck on the head however, and passed out immediately.
"Oh no." The figure said, watching the gap slowly close. They knew they had to go help, reaching over to Yukari so they could bring her over to the gap before it was too late. But before they could even touch her, their wristwatch began to beep loudly.
"WARNING: PARADOX IMMINENT! WARNING: PARADOX IMMINENT!"
"What!? No, are you kidding me!?" The figure said with both shock and annoyance. "How is saving her going to distort the timeline!?"
They wanted to complain and ignore the warning. But with their knowledge of how the space-time continuum worked, they could not take that risk. Instead, they were forced to flee, zipping out of the mansion at light speed moments before it completely collapsed with Yukari, Efena, and whoever else had resided inside.
The Scarlet Devil Mansion, home to people of various ethnicities and origins, a place where they could spend their peaceful days like family…Was now nothing but wreckage.
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To be continued in ACT 2-7: Dwell Blind Upon the Siren's Song
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I picked this game up after MP came out and have been tearing through content, I think it's great to have an ARPG with mechanics sufficiently deep to be satisfying without needing PoE's time investment, a game I used to play but don't have the time to return to (put most of my time into LE on vacation, feels good to nolife a game again).
The one issue that made me slow down, however, is the maps: PoE has great maps that are randomized but also feel kind of like real places, with big premade sections that are mostly invariant. Many of them, like Alleyways or Toxic Sewers, have a good flow, and you can learn the overarching guiding pattern and then run through them almost by habit and say "yeah, I did a full clear" with no doubt in your mind, while also enjoying the small variations between runs that stop your brain from fully going "this is the exact same thing I've done for the last hour!"
Contrast this with LE, which has the worst of both worlds with its two poles of repeatable content, Monoliths and Dungeons.
With Monoliths, they are 1. completely invariable outside of starting position and 2. ripped almost straight from the campaign, so they both become monotonous quickly, and are also laid out such that it is difficult to full-clear. I understand from looking up strats that full-clearing isn't the best way to handle LE, but there's still a satisfaction to maps that allow convenient full clearing if you want to do it. I'm not sure what the intention of the devs is for the future of Monoliths, as the whole "lifted campaign maps" thing makes me suspect that these are just placeholders to speed up development of bigger stuff while still having a functional endgame in place. So I'm not too bothered with this, though I'll be frustrated if it lingers years after 1.0 rolls around.
What really bothers me is Dungeons. You know the PoE maps that no one wants to run because they're just a bunch of dark, enclosed corridors and square rooms with weird dead ends, that have no cool setpieces or good flow or interesting obstacles? That's what almost all the dungeons feel like. It's been so long since I've played PoE I can't even remember the names of these maps, and a cursory look at the PoE wiki makes me think GGG may have wised up and removed some of the worst offenders, but I digress. Back to LE, these Dungeons are nothing but dead ends that force me down samey branching corridor after samey branching corridor, with no interesting setpieces or invariant sections that make them feel like real places (the Temporal Sanctum feels like my dreams when I'm sick: a constant surreal repetition that somehow makes me bored in my dreams). They're just sprawls full of blockers, and the blockers just feel arbitrary, and not like a natural part of the environment. It reminds me of how the Grim Dawn devs tried making their content "variable" by using the same map layouts but randomly spawning in blockers that force you to take a long way around. It's not fun, I can see what's happening, it doesn't feel like a natural part of the world, it's just further stretching an already tedious experience that only needs the blockers in the first place because without them it would just be a massive grid of weirdly-connected rooms and corridors that everyone would beeline through.
The one that somewhat avoids this is the Soulfire Bastion, which has neat bits of flavor where you can see cauldrons being carried along, or the iron floor and fiery atmosphere giving way to catwalks suspended over sinister teal glowing sections full of evil magics. It's still subject to the "grid of sprawling weirdly-blocked corridors and rooms" criticism I've given generally, but it looks cool, there's enough contrast in the present elements that it takes me a good while to feel like I'm going through identical sprawls. Whoever is responsible for its appearance, A+.
As for the rest of them, here's some off-the-cuff ideas so you can get a feel for the kind of flavor and variance I'm hungering for, and so that I'm not just complaining: The Lightless Arbor could have bottomless pits as blockers, rare larger rooms full of small trees and subtly lit by eery blue fireflies, an area with a small pond as a centerpiece, another section with a giant pit in the center with vines creeping up its sides, stuff like that. Its layout isn't too bad, since it's a natural location and I don't have the expectation that it follow some design that looks like a place built for some purpose.
The Temporal Sanctum, I don't know, to start it needs some structure: maybe a central hall, with libraries, servants' quarters, bedrooms, studies, and other parts of the layout arranged semi-randomly but in a manner that reflects intelligent construction for some livable purpose, and not just a fever dream of hallways and libraries branching off of one another incoherently like something arranged by mapping tiles onto a random output from Conway's Game of Life? Maybe the first floor could be more "civilian" and the second could have some real dungeons in it, full of skeletons and occult experiments? It also has so much design space for interesting obstacles, thanks to its whole "time travel" mechanic (which is really cool, by the way! I know this post is negative, but I want to emphasize that this is with the background of loving this game mechanically): maybe an obstacle could be that the floor has crumbed in the Ruined Era and is OK back in the past, or maybe instead of just putting up a gate, a snake wizard put up a glowing magical rune barrier (that even deals a small but flavorful amount of lightning or fire damage to the player if they get near it) in the past that has decayed by the time the Ruined Era rolls around? Hell, combine this with my "lower floor is an actual dungeon" idea: maybe in the past a cell wall is intact, but in the future some prisoner was locked in, but managed to scrape a hole through it over decades.
Now, game isn't 1.0, and while dungeons seem to have assets made just for them, they might also be in an intentionally "minimum viable product" stage like I suspect Monolith maps are, and I'm just not seeing it. I also can't expect this game to get up to PoE's map variety on the drop of a hat. If I got to have my way, I'd say keep Monoliths the way they are, but put effort into improving Dungeons. Monolith maps get samey and I can't full-clear easily, but the changes in starting position liven them up enough, and there's not enough incentive to full-clear to make it make-or-break for my experience with them. It's the dungeons that kill me with their monotony, especially since all the blockers prevent a quick "beeline to the objective(s)" strategy that I can employ if I get tired of a Monolith map.

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In keeping with the long-standing tradition of militaries around the world to never actually finish doing anything, the end of the initial invasion of Omen was declared on that day. Not the end of hostilities, nor of combat, nor even of major combat operations. The end of the initial invasion. The backs of their forces on-world had been broken, but they were far from done fighting.
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Darren wasn’t too enthused.
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The order to scramble came just as he finished unloading crates of supplies from the newest freighter into the system. Sighing, he grabbed his rifle and ran for the hangar deck of the Bunker Hill, donning his armor on the way. The Dark Sparrow sat fueling on the deck, about half of the platoon already aboard. Once on himself, Darren learned the circumstances of what had happened.
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A number of servicemen had gone rogue while on duty in Omen’s capital, holing up in a building and detonating a canister of chlorine gas. Dozens of civilians were already dead, and they had warded off all attempts by military police to apprehend them.
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“Brainwashed?” Darren turned to Pavlov.
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“Yeah, definitely.” Pavlov said, consulting a flash card containing the signs of Poslushi neuroforming. It had been noticed that the brainwashed had an eerie calm about them, but were otherwise hard to detect, being nearly identical to their prior selves. Darren wondered when the government would stop panicking about national security and declassify the whole thing about brainwashing.
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The helicopter lifted off the ground and started the somewhat short flight towards the capital, apparently named High Unlerin. It was already visible on the horizon; for a major city, it wasn’t very large. Then, Darren saw that it actually blended into the surrounding forest, concrete and metal fading into lumber and dirt roads. The city center was built in the flowy, vibrant style of the Poslushi; the previous had probably been demolished to make room. However, the Poslushi were far more regular in their construction than the Ovinis, making the Rangers’ jobs easier.
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Poslushi cities were built in a honeycomb style, which made them horrendous for automobile traffic but otherwise efficient for saving space. It made sense, considering the Poslushi had no wheeled vehicles, using nimble, legged machines in the place of cars. Each city “block” was its own building, constructed in a rough spire shape, sometimes with a statue or similar art piece to top the towers.
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This particular one was bright blue, with a structure composed of multiple parts that stretched upward and melded together like wisps of flame. However, it was partially obscured at the ground level by a cloud of sickly yellow-green gas, and a multitude of dark, limp forms lay strewn about. The whole block had been cordoned off, with barriers and hazard-suited guards abound.
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“Jesus. Why would they kill their own citizens?” Pavlov mused, gazing down at the numerous corpses below.
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“My best guess is scorched earth or maybe trying to induce some sort of terrorism to make our jobs harder.” Simmons proposed, shrugging.
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“Well, it isn’t anything we can’t solve with a little bit of elbow grease and judicious application of firepower. Nothing like 8.5mm to dissuade the bad guys, eh?” Sparrow remarked.
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“Nothing indeed.” Darren said. The helicopter hovered over the building, its doors sliding open and the lights on the roof flashing green.
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“Go, go, go!” Pavlov barked, donning his gas mask and leaping from the Dark Sparrow. The rest followed shortly after, Darren’s heart leaping into his throat before his jetpack kicked on and sent him gently drifting into the asphalt. The gas mask was hot and not well-ventilated, but it was better than the water in his lungs turning to hydrochloric acid and dissolving him from the inside out. At least it wasn’t VX or some equally-terrible nerve agent.
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Darren loaded and primed his rifle, finding the rest of his platoon and regrouping. Once gathered, they split up into their combat teams, spreading out to cover all entrances to the building. Darren, Pavlov, and Simmons went to the south doors, while two six-man teams breached the other, more heavily-trapped entrances. Darren ran his hands over the door, checking for anything that could indicate a trap or mine. Nothing.
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Cringing, he mustered his courage and ripped the door open, expecting the entrance to explode. It didn’t, somehow. Darren leaned over, rifle brandished–
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Thwip. A bullet whizzed past Darren’s head, the shot sounding a fraction of a second later. Yelping, Darren ducked back behind the doorframe as Pavlov discharged a shot from his grenade launcher. The shell exploded in a burst of light and sound, and Darren entered shortly afterward, setting his sights upon the blinded shooter and firing twice. The soldier staggered back, then collapsed. Darren methodically advanced down the hallway, keeping an eye to each side in case someone emerged from there.
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This place was quiet. Too quiet. Their intel showed that there were at least a dozen rogue men in this building, but where were the gunshots as the other two teams encountered their own enemies? Surely they wouldn’t guard one entrance and abandon the others?
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“Hey, there’s a note.” Pavlov said, stooping down to grab a small, lightly-bloodstained piece of paper from the ground next to the corpse. Darren kept an eye out as he started to read.
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To the esteemed units of the United States Armed Forces, or whomever else may find this,
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My name is Sgt. Philip Halloway, and I am most likely dead. I am alone within this building; it has been arranged for the numbers to be bungled to increase the urgency of your response. I have chosen to hasten my exit from this world by firing a warning shot; if I had intended to hit you, you would not be reading this. Don’t worry about me. I’ve nothing left to lose anyways, and I’ve chosen this task for myself.
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The events of the last few years, namely the Contact Wars and the recent outbreak of hostilities with the Poslushi, have left many embittered, including me. You may know us as the Mankind Defense Home Guard, or the MDHG for simplicity’s sake. You will most likely hear more from us in the coming time.
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“The hell does that mean?” Pavlov squinted at the text.
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“Go on, keep going.” Darren urged him.
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First things first, we do not believe that humankind holds any special place in the cosmos, that we are any form of “master race,” or the like. For that, contact any of the dozens of nationalist, jingoist, or downright neo-Nazi groups out there, to which you will find us far preferable. However, that is not to say that we do not believe the alien to be an existential threat to our way of life and/or survival as a species. Like any threat, they are to be neutralized with efficiency and without sentimentality, up to and including the great taboo of genocide, should it become unfortunately necessary.
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This unsavory act was an important step in the preparation of mankind for a thousand more crimes like this, done so that no greater atrocity need be committed. Think of this as sowing salt in the fields of war. One day, you’ll thank us for our insight when your children walk the stars freely and without fear, and violence is an evil long forgotten.
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Thank you for your time.
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P.S.: Check my chest. No secret keeps forever.
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Darren inspected the vest of the dead soldier, the blood-drenched graphene augmented with a strange pouch not present on the standard-issue model. Inside was… oh, no.
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A tiny webcam, a little red light on its side blinking, probably still broadcasting. And it had heard Halloway’s entire speech. Darren picked it up and clicked a button on its backside twice to switch it off. Then, he activated his radio.
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“Platoon, we might want to relay this to command. Looks like we just participated in one hell of a publicity stunt.”
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“Director Hoover? We’ve got a Colonel Jasper here to talk to you. It seems important.”
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“Send him in.” the Director of the Central Intelligence Agency spoke into the phone. The door to his office creaked open and a hulking soldier entered, in his old dress blues, his chest festooned with medals of all kinds. He had an imperious, authoritative air about him, but it was not something the head of the most feared intelligence organization in the world would let sway him.
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“Director Hoover.” Colonel Jasper saluted.
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“Colonel, you mind telling us precisely what your underling was doing gassing a number of civilians on Omen? You’re lucky we found you before the Hague did.”
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“The perpetrator undertook this action on his own and with no intervention from us, even if we were mentioned. We don’t control what people do in their downtime.” Jasper shrugged.
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“Well, you should, if they’re going to do this. We’ve been trying to establish good relations with the populace and your little maverick’s just set us back severely. You had better hope he acted alone, or your group’s going on the list we use for terrorists. And you don’t want to be on that list, no matter how tough you think you are.”
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“If you’re trying to intimidate me, it won’t work.” Jasper said, narrowing his eyes and leaning over the desk. “I’ve fought in the Anathema Encounter, what makes you think I’ll–”
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“You will not mention that incident!” the Director shouted, slamming his palms on the desk and standing up. Supposedly, Director Hoover was one of the foremost “agents of regime correction” in the service before his appointment, and Jasper could see the killer in him as he postured himself almost predatorily. Then, he collected himself and spoke with measured calm.
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“It’s bad enough that you know about Anathema. Do what you must, if you believe that you can rally the people to your cause. But the moment we find any evidence that you ordered this, you’re going away for a long time. And if you so much as say a word about Anathema to anyone, you’ll be in a blacksite before the week’s out. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”
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Jasper sighed. “Yes, sir.”
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“Good. Now leave. Next time, I’m not going to be nice.”
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Hell on Earth wasn’t a really accurate way to describe war. War was a lot worse. In Hell, things were uniformly terrible, and no one was there without cause. In war, things got better just long enough to leave one complacent when they got worse, and it was filled with people caught inside by plain bad luck.
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These notions were unknown to the United States Air Force. From so high up and so far away, war was impersonal. You didn’t have to look the man you shot in the eye. No scream of terror, no keening of anguish could carry twenty kilometers into the air, after all.
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The bomber squadron was near-serene as it shot over the landscape of Omen. The only sound was the consistent whine of jet engines and the occasional peal of thunder from storms that appeared on the horizon in a flash and vanished as quickly as they came. The blackness of space was readily visible above.
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The remainders of the Poslushi garrison had long since seen the settlements of the planet as a lost cause, retiring to the hamlets of the forests to continue the fight. It was a shame; many of the airmen had been looking forward to a tropical paradise to vacation in.
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The pilot of the B-60 in the lead turned to the weapons systems officer. “Get ready to drop the payload.” the WSO nodded, tapping a set of buttons on his control console. In the bomb bay, the electric fuses of the dozen bombs activated simultaneously. All the while, the bomber shrieked towards its target at Mach 6.
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Three hundred kilometers out, the squadron dispersed, each bomber flying to its own target. There was no longer any worry of enemy interception to be had; the brave pilots of the Bunker Hill had all but annihilated the already small air forces of the garrison.
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A minute later, they were within two hundred kilometers. Hypersonic aircraft were, true to their name, rather fast.
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“Drop our speed and pop open the bomb bay.” the navigator ordered. Rapidly, the aircraft descended to Mach 3, the great doors in the plane’s belly sliding open. If they opened the bay doors while at cruising speed, the immense change in air resistance could tear the bomber apart. Still, it was moving fast, far too quick for the manually-aimed Poslushi air defenses to track.
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“Three… two… drop.” the pilot counted. Nodding, the WSO pressed a button and the payload began falling from the plane at regular intervals. One bomb every two seconds, a dozen bombs total, leaving a trail of falling bombs twenty-four kilometers long. The payload plummeted towards the ground for a few short seconds, and then the tiny explosive charges in the casings detonated, blowing the bombs apart and leaving in their place a whirlwind of swirling, falling papers. Written in the language of the Ovinis, they were a warning, telling any civilians in the area to vacate immediately before the worst happened.
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It was no empty threat. Twenty-four hours later, they would repeat this route with a far different payload. The Poslushi would also do well to heed their words, because this time they would be carrying napalm bombs, and a lot more than twelve of them.
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War was not hell. It was far worse. However, mankind knew how to make war seem like hell, more literally than not in some cases.
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(AN: Forgot to celebrate #10, so let's celebrate #20! Woo! Anyways, I don't exactly like war, as you can see. However, it makes exploring the consequences of a fictional war quite interesting. Just wait until things really start to escalate!
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Love 'ya!)

I didn’t listen until today, this definitely samples Hip Hop is Dead by Nas right?

There is no way he's actually dead. For starters during the ending scene, where Winston and Bowrey King are standing at John's headstone, there is no fresh burial dirt, nor is there a funeral. In the first movie we see Helen's funeral. And there wasn't a date on either headstone so we don't truly know. Bowrey had his tombstone pre-carved it wouldn't be surprising if he had his done as well.
Second, he "died" the same way he "died" the first movie during the opening scene. By clutching his hip (where he was shot) thinking about Helen and falling over. It happened once, I wouldn't be surprised if it happened again.
Third. He was shot in the same places the doctor was, non-lethally may I remind you, in the third movie. The shoulder and the hip. The exact. Same. Spot.
All in all I don't see any way he's actually dead.

Elsa has all the classic traits of a Disney villain, and more.

1. She is a queen (the coronation ceremony was completed), and queens are always evil in Disney films, see Snow White.
2. She has magical powers and is a woman, and since she isn't a fairy godmother like in Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty, she has more in common with Maleficent, the evil queen, Ursula, Madam Mim, Mother Gothel, and such, all of which are villains.
3. She straight up psychologically tortures Ana throughout her childhood. That's what "Do You Wanna Build A Snowman" is all about.
4. She leaves the kingdom for dead and says "let them die" when she finds out her freezing is going to kill everyone in the reprise of "for the first time in forever."
5. Her magic almost kills the main character TWICE (accident or not, the heroes don't almost kill other heroes, and if they do it only happens once).
6. She uses her magic to make minions (Olaf, the little snow things, and the giant snow monster), something only seen by really bad villains like the horned king.
7. She has a song about how great it is to be bad (Let it Go has the line " No right, no wrong, no rules for me, I'm free," where she strait up admits "I am not going to care about right or wrong, it's all about me"), and is her only song and the only Disney characters that get one song in Disney musicals are side characters and villains (the heroes always get more than one, and she is no side character).

And not only is she the true villain of Frozen, she is the worst villain in the entire canon (even worse than "I want to kill puppies" Cruella), and that's because her villainy extends into the real world.

1. Her villain song was the most overplayed song that drove all parents crazy, a tactic that is used for psychological punishment and interrogation for enemies of the state (don't have
2. She managed to brainwash the masses into thinking she was the main character and was worthy of all the attention (the number of girls dressing up as Elsa had to outnumber the girls dressing up as Ana by at least 100 to 1, Elsa had her own toys but Ana toys either also had Elsa toys or had Elsa predominantly featured on the packaging). Hiding amongst the Disney princesses as if she is one of them (but she isn't, she was coronated Queen, and while she might be around the same age as most of the princesses, this feels like a "how do you do fellow youths" thing).
3. And worst of all, she brainwash the masses into thinking her magical crime against nature know as Olaf was more important than the actual princess main character (seriously, I could find more Olaf merch than Ana merch back when this movie came out).

Matpat, if you use this theory, please reach out to do a collaboration. I can do entertaining voice overs recorded in my closet too. I've also held this theory since 2015. https://ccpandhgvideos.blogspot.com/2015/08/the-most-evil-disney-villain-ever.html Your comment about "the villain getting a redemption arc in Frozen 2" in this video was correct (because Elsa does get a "redemption arc" of sorts in Frozen 2), it just wasn't the villain people thought it would be.

A pair of leaks have turned up on 4Chan that claim to outline details of Rockstar's forthcoming Grand Theft Auto 6. Fans of the franchise would do well to take these rumors with a grain of salt as there's no way to know for sure if any of these details are accurate. The leaker on 4Chan goes by Rhanadeng and claims to have been a friend of a disgruntled employee working on the game during 2019.
The source claims that this employee allegedly asked him to anonymously leak information about GTA 6. However, things later improved, and he lost contact with the Rockstar team member. One key detail is that this person also claims the game has been in active development since 2016 or 2017, with pre-production starting shortly after GTA V was ported to current generation consoles in 2014. The new GTA VI game world map is also claimed to be the size of GTA V and Red Dead Redemption 2 combined.
gta v mission One of the odder bits that this 4Chan user details is a minigame where players control a stream of urine from a protagonist using motion controls. On the protagonist front, there are said to be four in the game, including a driver called Walther Wallace and an unnamed former Israeli IDF person. Another, Thomas Branigan, is a smuggler who owns an aircraft called the Raven, and Marcus Burke is a drug dealer and father to a young boy.
The area is said to be based in Florida, with Vice City among the three major cities with one smaller city in the far northwest of the map. The game reportedly jumps around in time with part of the timeline set in the 1980s and other parts set in the present day. Missions aren't as linear as they are in GTA V or RDR2, notes the proclaimed leaker. Players will briefly visit a small central American island, but it's reportedly not Guarma. The game starts with gamers playing the role of smuggler, Branigan.
gta v car Supposedly there are multiple child characters in the game that mainly interact with Burke and his son. Switching between the protagonists isn't said to be instantaneous, but the camera reportedly zooms out and travels quickly to where the protagonist the player wants to play is located. Sleeping Dogs-inspired parkour is involved in the game as well, but to a lesser extent without wall running. The leaker claims that weapons function more realistically in the game than they have in past titles. An example noted is rocket launcher back blast that ends up taking out an NPC in one of the missions, where the goal is to destroy a helicopter.
Hand-to-hand combat is supported and is said to be similar to Red Dead 2, with the leaker noting it's harder to fight hand-to-hand GTA VI than in GTA V. Player characters can also gain weight in the game, and it affects character attributes as it did in RDR2. Mori Kibbutz is also reportedly in the game, but not much else is detailed about his character.
This leak isn't the first that has surfaced about GTA 6. Last December, a user on reddit claiming to be a beta tester, leaked a bunch of alleged details of the game. In January, another leak claimed that the game would launch in 2021.

Three New Creepy True Stories
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Number One: Motel
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This happened to me and my girlfriend when we were travelling across country. We had to stay in various motels because all though she was okay with sleeping in our car, I was never able to do that. She could fall asleep with her head on the window at the drop of a hat, but I would be up all night trying my best to fall asleep.
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We didn’t make reservations or anything like that. We just drove until we got tired and began looking for a motel with a vacancy.
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Maybe on the third night of our trip, we had a pretty creepy experience with a motel that we found. I could tell driving into it that I wasn’t going to like it too much. We were in a pretty rural area and it looked pretty run down. But I was exhausted and needed to get some sleep, so we decided to spend the night there.
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We got into our room and began getting ready to get some sleep. Suddenly, the phone began ringing. Figuring that it was the office I picked it up and answered it.
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“You’re wife’s cute,” the voice on the other end told me. “I can’t wait until I am sleeping in bed with her.”
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I wanted to say something back, but whomever was on the other end hung up immediately.
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My girlfriend asked me what happened and I explained it to her. Maybe I shouldn’t have, because it frightened her. But if we were to get another call, I thought she should probably be prepared now. Not that I was expecting anyone to call back.
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But about 10 minutes later, the phone rang again. I decided to answer it, thinking that it was likely the caller from before. And I was right.
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“Time’s running out,” the voice told me. “Soon I will be in bed with your wife.” Then he immediately hung up.
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We were very freaked out by that point. Gathering our stuff up, we decided to go check with the office.
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We told them about the calls, but it was obvious it wasn’t coming from him. I had considered it, because he was the only one who should have known that we were in that room. But the voice wasn’t even close to sounding like the other. We asked if he had any idea what was going on and he said he had no idea.
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We asked him if we could change rooms. We figured that maybe someone just knew the number to that room and was giving us a hard time or something. So he put us into another room on the other side of the motel.
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We went to the room. At this point, I was very tired. I knew that it wouldn’t take long for me to fall asleep. However, I didn’t get a chance to.
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We had only been in the room a few minutes before the phone began ringing again. My girlfriend and I both immediately got tense. I decided to answer the phone.
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“Changing rooms won’t change the fact that I will be sleeping with your wife,” the voice on the other side of the phone said to me. Then, like all of the previous times, the phone hung up.
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My girlfriend immediately knew what had happened. We talked about what we were going to do. I was exhausted, but now we were both on edge. We had no idea if this was a prank or if someone was actually going to do something. But we also knew that at that point, there was no way that we could get any sleep. Someone obviously knew the phone numbers in the rooms and was also watching us. That is the only way they could have known that we had switched rooms.
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We decided that we needed to just check out and get back on the road. We would find another motel.
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We gathered our things again and then left the room. We both felt very conspicuous, walking outside of the room. We felt eyes on us, that whoever had called us was now watching us. So we decided to put our stuff in the car before going in and telling the clerk that we were going to check out.
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When we got to the car, however, we were stunned to see that all four of our tires had been slashed. So we just got more scared and immediately went to the clerk and asked him to call the police.
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We could have brushed off the phone calls as being a prank, even with the switching of rooms. But seeing the tires cut made it so much more real. It really made us believe that someone had been watching us and was intent on hurting us.
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Unfortunately, the police couldn’t do very much. There were a lot of guests in the motel and they couldn’t wake everyone up and question them. The most they could do was look around a little bit and make a report. Our car was taken to a mechanic and we rode along with the police to there.
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It was a really long time before everything was taken care of. I was a very long time before I was able to get a good night’s sleep.

Number Two: Night Ride
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This happened to me when I was 13 years old, but I still remember it as clearly as if it happened today. I had some uncles who were pretty close to me in terms of age. And a lot of times in the summer, if I went over to my grandma’s house, we would go for rides in the back of a pickup truck. I especially loved doing this at night because it was very, very creepy to do. And back in those days, I was looking for anything that could creep me out to entertain me.
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This was a bit of an impromptu visit in mid summer. It was really hot outside, as I remember. This was back in the day when we had glass bottles of soda, not plastic ones. And I recall this mostly because we were stocked up on bottles of Mountain Dew.
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My two uncles decided at night that they wanted to go for a drive through the hills. My brother and my cousin were with us and they wanted to do it too. So we loaded up in the pick up truck at night time. My uncles and my older brother were all in the cab. My cousin and I were in the bed of the truck.
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I enjoyed those rides a whole lot and as I recall they were always a bit scary. There were no lights on those country roads, so when it go dark, it really got dark. The only light that we had was from the headlights of the truck. And being in the bed of the truck, that didn’t do us a whole lot of good.
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My cousin and I were having fun. We liked being scared and we liked scaring each other. But on some level, the two of us were also expecting the older boys to try and do something to scare us. So we kept waiting for a possible scare to be on the way. But that was more in the back of our mind.
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I really wish that I could describe to you what it was like to be riding in the bed of the car like we were in the dark. It’s the sort of thing that I miss in the world of today. Everywhere we go, there are lights everywhere. It is really hard to get scared like it used to be. The darkness was so encompassing that it nearly felt like we were isolated. Another thing I can think of is that it felt like were driving through a tunnel made of trees and such.
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My cousin and I were doing our thing. We were talking about things that we thought might scare each other.
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These were old dirt roads, so my uncle was not driving the truck really fast. There were tons of twists and turns, especially the higher up you got into the hills. And that is sort of important for what eventually happened.
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The truck slowed down a little bit as it was about to go around a turn. We weren’t going very fast to begin with, but the turn was pretty sharp and we grabbed the sides of the truck to brace ourselves as we made the turn.
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I was very familiar with this sharp turn. My uncles had tried to scare us one time by telling us that cars have had accidents right on that turn. In fact, they said that some people have died going around the bend. I was sure that it was their way of trying to scare us by making us think that we could die by going around the bend.
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My back was facing the inside of the road, with my hands bracing me on both sides. And that was when it happened. I felt something on my left wrist. I turned and looked at my arm, and was stunned by what it looked like I saw. For a very brief moment, it looked like a human hand was grabbing my wrist.
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So, I pulled my arm away. But as I mentioned, it was only for a brief moment and I easily pulled my arm away and the truck was around the corner. However, I quickly moved to the opposite side of the truck, where my cousin was sitting.
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He was confused but I explained to him what I had seen. I don’t think he really believed me at first. But he knocked on the window and told my uncles to stop the truck. They did this and we told them what had just happened.
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We took a flashlight and walked back over to the sharp turn. My uncle also took a rifle out that was kept behind the seat in the cab. But when we went back, we were unable to find anyone or anything. There was definitely no one anywhere near us.
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My uncle then tried to scare us a little bit by suggesting it was the hand of someone who had died while making the turn. And of course, my cousin and I believed them. We got back in the truck and they took off again.
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Riding in the bed of that truck was so terrifying. Both my cousin and I wanted to be in the cab, but there wouldn’t be room for us. Whatever I had seen and the story my uncles told us, well combined that scared the crap out of us. We were all too eager to get home.
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I really have no idea what we saw that night, but it was the scariest moment of my life.

Number Three: Train Guy
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Right on the outside of town, there is an old railroad track. At this time, I had lived in this town for about ten years. I could count on my hands how many times I have actually seen a train moving on it. However, right after a bridge, there is another off track. I am not really sure what you call it, but there are often train cars parked there for a really long period of time.
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The area around the tracks is heavily wooded. There is a road the goes through it and up a hill. There are a few houses up on the hill, but very spread apart. But I often take that road because it’s a short cut to get back home because it leads through a field. That is how I knew about the train cars that are often parked there.
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I was walking there with a friend one day and he decided that he wanted to take some pictures of the train cars. He was designing some sort of game and felt that he needed pictures to model off of. I can’t really explain that part, but I guess it’s just important that we needed to get pictures of it.
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After taking pictures of some of the back cars, he wanted to walk to the ones in front. We had been taking pictures for a good 15 minutes at that point. However, when we started walking forward we noticed something. Someone walked out from between two of the cars. And then he started walking in our direction.
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I can’t completely explain why, but seeing the guy made us both feel very uncomfortable. There were rarely any people back in that area. So I asked him if we should maybe just go. For some reason, the appearance of the guy, who was a bit far from us, was making him feel uneasy too. So we decided to just leave and to come back at a later time.
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About a week later, he and I went on another walk. We decided to take the back road again. He wanted to take some more pictures. The same train was there, but that was not a surprise. They would sit there for months at a time. So we were going to try and go to the front of the train again and take those pictures of the front cars that we didn’t get to do last time.
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However, as we began walking in that direction, it happened again. A guy came out from between two of the cars, which could have been the exact ones from the first time. And once again, there was something very creepy about the whole thing. So my friend and I once again decided to leave.
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We talked about it for a while and came to a conclusion. There were some homeless people in our town. So we figured that for some reason, he must have been living in between two of the cars. Perhaps he didn’t want anyone snooping around in his area. So we decided that maybe we would just skip trying to get those pictures.
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We kept away from the train area for quite a while. But my friend is really stubborn and he really wanted to get pictures of that train. So after a short period of time, we decided to go back to the train.
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My friend was taking pictures and was going further down the track than we had before. Since the man didn’t come out, we figured that he was not around. So my friend started going between the cars to get all of the pictures that he needed.
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It happened so quick that it took me by total surprise. The man pounced out from behind one of the cars, yelling all sorts of gibberish. And he was holding what looked like a pocket knife in his hand. And he began running straight toward my buddy.
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My friend was closer to the guy than I was, and he fell over in surprise. The crazy man easily got to him and held him down. My friend was struggling to get up.
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I hate to admit, I almost ran in fear. But I knew I had to help my friend. So I ran over there and tried my best to pull the crazy man off him. The man was a lot stronger than I would have thought, but with both mine and my buddy’s strength, we were able to pull him off. The guy stumbled backward and fell down.
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I tried my best to pull my friend up. By the time we got him to his feet, the crazy guy was up too. And this was the first time I got a look at him. His eyes were chilling to me. I mean they made Norman Bates look normal. He also had what looked like blood on his face. IT was only then that I realized that he had actually bitten my friend.
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It was too much and the two of us just took off running. He followed us, but fortunately only as far as the end of the train. We were able to get out of there safely from that point.
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My friend had to go to the hospital. The police went and arrested the man who attacked us. They found tons of dead animals in the area where he was hiding. It looked like he had tried eating some of them.
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He went to jail for the attack. It was three years for aggravated assault. But the two of us are stuck with the memory.

For context, I left before I ever went through an endownment session.
I've heard several people say that finding out everyone gets the same new name on the same day was a shelf item for them. But I just realized if you do endownments for the dead you'd find that out pretty quickly after doing sessions again and again.
So do the dead not get new names? Or are people just inoculated by then and don't care?
And if the dead do get new names, is it worth it to tell TBM friends or family going through the temple for the first time about it, if they'll find out on their own after a while anyway?

2 years ago I was SA’d by my uncle. I went to police and this cop only stood in the waiting room and jotted down a couple notes as my “statement” he victim blamed me HARD saying it was my fault for not saying “no” or “stop” even though I pushed my uncle and my uncle even asked “oh what I’m making you uncomfortable?” and I said “YES that’s extremely weird.” and my uncle said he didn’t care and kept going anyways. The cop said it wasn’t a crime because my uncle touched the sides of my breasts and not the fronts. The cop was recorded on the phone saying these nasty things to me. His anger, him saying my case isn’t going anywhere, blaming me for waiting, saying “next time, don’t wait so long.” saying “well you didn’t say stop” saying “people lie about this you know” all of it is recorded. He never sent my case to prosecutor because he personally thought I was lying. That’s not his decision.
I spoke to a new officer who is appalled that my case was left unfinished and swept under the rug for an entire year and no one else at the department noticed. New officer said he would “make it right” and took a real, detailed statement from me in an actual private room. He then sent it to the prosecutor. He also drove many miles to go confront my uncle. He never blamed me for a second or question my actions that night. He never suggested I was a liar. He just wrote down the facts and was polite, not angry. That’s how it should’ve been. But for that entire year of silence, I became an emotional wreck. I tried to kill myself shortly after that cop treated me like trash. I was ready to die and took many pills, but turns out klonopin can’t kill you no matter the amount. I killed my social life out of the fear that if I’m hurt again, the cops would just give me shit and there will be no justice. So why should I risk it? I won’t date men anymore. I quit my job (due to customer sexual harassment that I can’t emotionally handle anymore from ptsd) it ruined my life. I was unemployed for 9 months living off savings. Beyond depressed. Hiding indoors, a recluse. A nobody. Not dead but not alive.
I want my lost wages back. I want that cop to be fired. I want my sanity back. I’m angry each day that my uncle got away with assaulting me for over 1 year and still might get away with it. I’m angry that cop could be talking to CHILDREN like this. What is he saying to others besides me? “Sorry kid you didn’t say no when your dad molested you, so get lost. Next time don’t wait so long to report. People lie about this you know.” how can he get away with this.

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Memory Transcription Subject: Chief Kafny of Tribe Baylrn, Sivkit Grand Herd.
The thumping in my chest felt like it could break my ribs open as I crawled across the floor, backing myself into a corner when I hit the wall. There was nowhere to go, the windows are far to small to escape through and the demonic offspring stood in the way of my only exit.
I was trapped, but it wouldn’t have mattered anyway as terror gripped my body and paralysing fear fixing me on the spot. All I could do was just stare at the menacing figure looming in the shadows. My body shivering at the sight of those glowing yellow eyes, darting side to side studying my form.
It feels impossible, but despite their constant presence in this horrible place, somehow I managed to lull myself into letting my guard down. This sudden ambush is the price I pay. The grown beasts almost made themselves look docile, but these cubs never showed a sign of restraint amongst themselves, what hope is there for prey?
Some primal part of my brain forced my arms to cling with desperation around the jar, jealously guarding the only source of food I’ve seen for days. But this only served to further pin me to the ground as the small demon made slow calculated steps in my pursuit.
It’s tail whipped around aggressively and the head twisted side to side, sizing me up from every angle. Those slit pupils turned to massive black orbs, consuming any colour in it’s eyes and leaving only dark soulless voids.
I couldn’t bare to look at it’s horrific face, my head burying itself against my arm while tears soaked through my fur. Even to save my life I couldn’t look up. Breaking eye contact with the predator meant I was showing vulnerability. The demon’s instincts compelling it to strike with murderous intent.
Not a moment later it pounced, landing directly on my stomach.
Through the force of the impact all the air escaped my lungs, forcing a pathetic whimper as the beast now immobilized me completely. My arms were still locked around the jar but my legs were free. Summoning the last ounces of strength left it my body they struck out in my last stand.
Franticly kicking at the beast as tears and snot leaked of my face. But no matter how desperate the effort my weak paws never made connect with it’s form as the beast just sat on top, pinning me down and waiting for the futile effort to end as I tire myself out.
It didn’t take long for my nutrient deprived muscles to fail under the stress. I wanted to keep going, to fight for my life just a little bit longer. But no more could effort would will my legs to move, it’s... it’s all over.
The kicking stopped and all went quite.
The only noise coming from my sporadic quivered panting as my body meekly shivered under the demon’s weight. It’s paw stretch out slowly towards my head as I braced myself for it’s claws to grip my neck.
Eyes closing on their own in resignation to my fate.
When all went dark two familiar faces appeared in my mind. An old memory of the day I was sworn in as Chief. I was consumed by terror on that day, almost causing me to collapse on stage. But Jallif and Dayfrin stood by my side, their faces plastered with nothing but pride and joy respectively.
They were always there when I needed them and after we survived the Greys those two were the only real family I had left.
My fear became secondary to regret as I remembered my last words towards Dayfrin. Things now I’ll never be able to take back. Heartache forced my eyes shut tighter, creating a steady stream of tear with the realization I will never be able to say sorry.
It wasn’t lost on me that if I had only listened, none of this would have ever happened. With the appearance of Humanity we at least had the strength of numbers. These demons were a complete unknown.
The dizzying swirl of emotions pain made me realize something. The killing blow never happened. Confusion distracting me enough to never notice the sensation of a fuzzy finger running across my cheeks, wiping away the tears.
“Why are you crying?” A creepy whining voice spoke from the predator’s direction. My brain couldn’t grasp at what is happening right now, why isn’t it eating me?
After a few quivering breaths I managed to open my eyes just slightly, enough to see the monster sitting still without any sudden movements. The tail still swiping side to side but it’s head was tilted with ears pinned back.
The predator was still staring into my soul though missing the snarling teeth I was expecting, it’s gaze broke away a moment later and slit pupils shifted towards the jar, my arms tightened instinctively to protect my prize.
“Why were you trying to open this?” The small beast grabbed the jar with intent to snatch it away. My paws held on for dear life but my weak arms offered no resistance to the monstrous strength of a predator.
I mourned my last chance of quenching hunger before hearing a pop. A familiar smells flooded the room, infecting my starving mind. The muddy vegetables offered no aroma of herbs or any additives but the sour smells worked like a spell over my brain regardless.
Nostalgic memories flooded over me, ones I have almost forgotten when they became to painful to remember. Old memories of my mother teaching me ancient ways of prepare food.
The smell was too much to bare and starvation compelled my body to dive for the food like an animal concern for nothing but ridding myself of the pain. A creature is often most vulnerable when eating, but all I could do was occasionally glance back at the little monster.
The smell seemingly had the opposite effect on the predator. It’s face contorted and ears pinned back as the monster masked it’s nose.
“Argh nasty! Why are you eating the animal feed... are you like the cattle?”
“I-I’m not cattle!” My voice tried to shriek but it came out as a quivering whimper at the verge of tears. Spirits, why did I do that?
The predator looked taking aback by my sudden outburst of defiance. It’s eyes widened and ears perked up as it’s head leaned back. The maw hung wide agape, getting ready to finish me off for my insolence.
“You can talk! Kersh said you couldn’t!” The small demon leaped towards me once again, this time landing short of my face. My eyes shut closed as I flinched away anticipating the coming attack. But instead of gutting my throat it’s paws wrapped around my cheeks as it pulled at and inspected my face.
“Are you really from the stars?!” I couldn’t move or even process what is going on. The little monster jammed it’s thumps inside my mouth and pulled my lips all the way back until my cheeks strung.
“Your teeth are so weird and your eyes are really ugly, but your fur is nice!” I couldn’t bare the talk of my fur while those dead pelts still sat on the bed in my line of sight.
Maybe I was emboldened by surviving my first outburst or maybe I have gone completely mad but somehow my body got the strength to stand up and yell back at the demon.
“S-st-Stop!!!”
The cubs eyes widened with what must have been fear and the little beast took several steps back. I was taken aback that the demon actually followed my command. Something wrong inside me compelled unwelcome emotions, guilt over a creature that would never feel them for me.
How broken can I be falling for a predator pretending to be hurt? The little beast sat down and crossed it’s legs while putting paws on it’s lap. With it’s head down the predator almost looked submissive.
“I-I’m sorry... I just wanted to play with you.” The creature took a bow and sat there for a minute while I processed everything. Play?! Was it daft, did it not know it’s meant to eat me!? Dumbfounded I didn’t know how to reply.
“I-I, I don’t want to play with you in here, get out!” I winced away after realizing my choice of words but kept an open eye for it’s next move.
The beast pinned it’s ears back further and quivered it’s lip. Pity, fucking pity that I couldn’t suppress conflicted with my horror. This wasn’t at all how predators are meant to function... I, I can’t let myself fall for it, it’s lying... It has to be.
The demon’s ears perked back up.
“In here? That’s okay we can play outside!” The beast bounced of the floor peaked out several windows with suspicion.
“Kersh doesn’t know I’m here and everyone else is busy preparing the wool for trade. If you can stay quite I can sneak us out of here!”
Realization dawned on me that this could be my only chance for escape. It was insane and I would be putting myself at risk to the whims of this carnivorous monster, but it won’t be worst then being surrounded by the hundreds of these demons within the village.
At this point I’m willing to gamble with my life. “S-s-sure!... I-I’d love to play outside... H-how do we play?”
The predator cub burst from the ground into the air with eerie energy. All while squinting it’s monstrous eyes at me, strangely blinking and struggling to keep it’s eyes open.
“Hmmm, we can play hide and seek in the woods! You hide in the forest and I’ll hunt you down!”
“Ahh what!? Absolutely not!...Ah, I-I mean... h-how about you hide and I h-h-hunt y-you down!?”
This is my only ticket out of here alive. If it doesn’t work I have no idea how I’m going to get away from this beast once we’re outside. The thought of grabbing a rock and smashing it over it’s skull crossed my mind.
Some part of me felt horrible imagining that type scenario. This is a predator cub, it’s going to grow up into a horrendous flesh eating monster. Why are you feeling bad for it?
The creature gave me a quizzical look before hopping close to me. I tried to lean away but it grabbed my arms and squeezed my paws together “That sounds fun, I’m Khirr... do aliens have names?”
It just stood there, with it’s ear up high and eyes barely open. Did it really not realize it’s suppose to treat me like prey?
“I’m K-Ka-Kafny...”
It’s eyes closed completely and the predator head bowed while still holding my paws. “It’s an honour to meet you Kafny. Come! Kersh would rip me to shreds if she caught me playing in the woods after sunset and it’s almost dark so we godda hurry.”
“W-wait! my arm’s still broken I can’t r-run.”
"I'll carry you common!"
The little demon spared no time hoisting me over it’s shoulders while stumbling over my weight. Physical contact with the predator sent shudders through my skin though I had to suppress such feelings if this had any hope to work.
I took the opportunity to snatch the biggest plant from the jar before the little beast steadied it’s knees. Chewing on the root was the only way to steer my thoughts away from the predator’s treat.
It didn’t surprise me that a sapient predator would kill it’s offspring for disobeying an order, to think this thing would risk it’s life just to play. Though I couldn’t imagine the mother’s wrath if it saw me with it’s cub.
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Note: Next chapter is finished and out tomorrow.

I was diagnosed with anxiety directy as a result from severe mental abuse as determined by two therapists, my third was much more with the flow and never batted an eye about my anxiety or panic attacks though she did confirm I had it. After our seperation I lost 20lbs, uncontrollable crying daily for a year, panic attacks for 4 months, lost my job. I am concluding full custody of my child at this point and was wondering if I could additionally sue for emotional distress/general damages and how that would play out - would he even be charged much at all? Would I see any return financially? Could I even win I havent spoken to any of my therapists in awhile and didnt get hospitalized. But this person attempted to kill me and admitted to thinking of it often, did a lof of very sick and cruel things to me for years. I was so confused I couldn't even think straight and I feel like I am actually brain dead, it's hard sometimes for me to form a thought at a higher level now when before I was a high level philosophy student. Anyways, anyone heard of success stories here?

Video game publisher Take-Two has one of the biggest video game franchises on the market thanks to Grand Theft Auto. The latest game in the franchise is GTA V, which is still incredibly popular despite having launched way back in 2013. Recently, Take-Two filed a 10-K with the SEC that shows what the company plans to spend on marketing over the next five years. That form showed that in fiscal 2024, more money would be spent on marketing than any other fiscal year over the next five years.
The marketing spend for fiscal 2024 ending March 31, 2024, is $89 million, more than twice the amount for other years listed on the form. Analyst Jeff Cohen from investment firm Stephens believes that massive marketing budget will coincide with the launch GTA VI. In other words, the filing suggests the highly anticipated video game may be several more years out than many fans expected.
gta v planes Being a publicly-traded company, Take-Two is required to file a 10-K with financial details each year that outlines its marketing spending for the next five years. The last 10-K form filed in May 2019 showed a spike in marketing costs in fiscal 2023, but that spike has now been shifted to fiscal 2024. Many companies have delayed major projects by a year due to the coronavirus pandemic that forced workers to operate from home and shut down production across the world.
Cohen pointed out that marketing spending has been an accurate predictor of the launch of major games from Take-Two in the past. For example, a marketing spending increase was noted on the 10-K form during the launch year for Red Dead Redemption 2, well before that game was announced. GTA VI is expected to launch sometime between April 2023 and March 2024 according to the filing, assuming there are no further delays.
Past rumors suggested a 2021 launch date, so a launch no sooner than April 2023 is a long time away for gamers. With GTA V and GTA Online still incredibly popular, Rockstar wouldn't be in a rush to launch the new game. And a delayed launch would also ensure that the game is optimized for next-generation Xbox Series X and PlayStation 5 consoles.

USA, Ohio. 2 years ago I was SA’d by my uncle. I went to police and this cop only stood in the waiting room and jotted down a couple notes as my “statement” he victim blamed me HARD saying it was my fault for not saying “no” or “stop” even though I pushed my uncle and my uncle even asked “oh what I’m making you uncomfortable?” and I said “YES that’s extremely weird.” and my uncle said he didn’t care and kept going anyways. The cop said it wasn’t a crime because my uncle touched the sides of my breasts and not the fronts. The cop was recorded on the phone saying these nasty things to me. His anger, him saying my case isn’t going anywhere, blaming me for waiting, saying “next time, don’t wait so long.” saying “well you didn’t say stop” saying “people lie about this you know” all of it is recorded. He never sent my case to prosecutor because he personally thought I was lying. That’s not his decision.
I spoke to a new officer who is appalled that my case was left unfinished and swept under the rug for an entire year and no one else at the department noticed. A new officer said he would “make it right” and took a real, detailed statement from me in an actual private room. He then sent it to the prosecutor. He also drove many miles to go confront my uncle. He never blamed me for a second or question my actions that night. He never suggested I was a liar. He just wrote down the facts and was polite, not angry. That’s how it should’ve been. But for that entire year of silence, I became an emotional wreck. I tried to kill myself shortly after that cop treated me like trash. I was ready to die and took many pills, but turns out klonopin can’t kill you no matter the amount. I killed my social life out of the fear that if I’m hurt again, the cops would just give me shit and there will be no justice. So why should I risk it? I won’t date men anymore. I quit my job (due to customer sexual harassment that I can’t emotionally handle anymore from ptsd) it ruined my life. I was unemployed for 9 months living off savings. Beyond depressed. Hiding indoors, a recluse. A nobody. Not dead but not alive.
I want my lost wages back. I want that cop to be fired. I want my sanity back. I’m angry each day that my uncle got away with assaulting me for over 1 year and still might get away with it. I’m angry that cop could be talking to CHILDREN like this. What is he saying to others besides me? “Sorry kid you didn’t say no when your dad molested you, so get lost.” how can he get away with this.

I can't spell and it's really fucking annoying- it makes note taking really hard. I LOVE blue sour patch kids. I strongly believe that Order of the Phoenix is better than Prisoner of Azkaban and everyone else is wrong. Baking and cleaning are the only active outlets I have and I'm not bad about that. I don't take naps. I think Hozier is the perfect artist. I don't believe in a god- I just think the history is interesting. I am very intrigued by geography and can name and place a fair amount of countries. Nerdle is one of my favorite online games. I've never been interested in video games but I think that's because I didn't play them when I was younger. I think working out is fun. I tend to watch the same movies and TV shows over again because they are comforting. I think that 10 Things I Hate About You and Dead Poet's Society are perfect movies. I believe stats is stupid. I don't believe in second chances. I think people should take postpartum depression more seriously because it effect more than the mother too. Children don't understand the gravity of most situations and i believe they should have them explained instead of being yelled at.

The world was ending. A deadly virus had swept across the globe, killing millions of people and turning them into mindless zombies. The only hope for humanity was a vaccine that was being developed by a team of doctors in a secret underground lab.
But there was a problem. The vaccine had a strange side effect: it made the doctors terrified of apples. They couldn't stand the sight, smell, or taste of them. They would scream and run away if they saw one. They would vomit and faint if they ate one. They would have nightmares and panic attacks if they thought of one.
This was a serious issue, because the lab was located in an apple orchard. The doctors had chosen this location because it was isolated and secure, but they didn't realize that it would become their worst nightmare. The orchard was full of apple trees, apple crates, apple pies, apple juice, and apple cider. The doctors had to avoid them at all costs, or risk losing their sanity.
But avoiding them was not easy. The zombies had found out about the lab and were constantly trying to break in. They would hurl apples at the windows, smash them against the doors, and drop them from the roof. They would use them as weapons, as bait, and as distractions. They would chant "Apples! Apples! Apples!" as they attacked.
The doctors were trapped. They couldn't leave the lab without facing the zombies and their apples. They couldn't stay in the lab without facing their own fears and phobias. They couldn't finish the vaccine without risking their lives and minds.
They had to make a choice: save the world or save themselves.
But they were not alone. There were other doctors in other labs around the world who were working on the same vaccine. They had also experienced the same side effect and had also developed an apple phobia. They had also chosen to hide in apple orchards for some reason.
They had also been contacted by the zombies who wanted to destroy them and their vaccine.
They had also been contacted by each other who wanted to help them and share their vaccine.
They had also been contacted by a mysterious voice who claimed to have a cure for their apple phobia.
They had also been contacted by an apple who claimed to be their friend.
They had to make a choice: trust or distrust.