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2023.03.25 01:30 benevolentbowd Golden Vendor And Luxury Vendor Items 2023-03-24
 | submitted by benevolentbowd to elderscrollsonline [link] [comments] What does the Golden Vendor offer this week?The Adhazabi Aba-daro is a special ESO vendor that only appears on the weekend to offer a random selection of gold jewelry (2 from dungeons and two from zone items sets), two monster set helms or shoulders (pledge dungeons).Their location will depend on your faction: Aldmeri Dominion (Western Elsweyr Gate), Daggerfall Covenant (Northern High Rock Gate), Ebonheart Pact (Southern Morrowind Gate). View Maps
Non-Jewelry Items purchased with Alliance points are impenetrable. About The Vendor https://youtu.be/KIQZNJR4CfA What does the Luxury Furnisher offer this week?The Luxury Furnisher Vendor (Zanil Theran) is located north of the bank in the Hollow City, Coldharbour and the Belkarth Festival Grounds in Craglorn.
Full history of luxury furnisher items: https://benevolentbowd.ca/games/esotu/esotu-chronicle-of-luxury-furnisher-vendor-items/ Mobile-Friendly Luxury Furniture Pocket Guide: https://benevolentbowd.ca/games/esotu/eso-luxury-furniture/ About the Vendorhttps://youtu.be/oCUYJEZwXKI https://preview.redd.it/m3wc1qae5spa1.png?width=500&format=png&auto=webp&s=4a9676d53a79bbc157c869ee9979953cae7a2333 https://preview.redd.it/dhdlvj1f5spa1.png?width=500&format=png&auto=webp&s=377f026b33cf904be8d8e41736b6427145f48983 https://preview.redd.it/lg8j0dof5spa1.png?width=500&format=png&auto=webp&s=a06066e582eb57e3b38e517bfd27aa4e9676b640 https://preview.redd.it/dq0x4rag5spa1.png?width=500&format=png&auto=webp&s=b95d56fcb7b9eee481e39182013b13a129d6f630 |
2023.03.25 01:27 LoveMangaBuddy Read Master of Monsters - Chapter 51 - MangaPuma
Everyone in a high school is suddenly transported to another world. As they are attacked by monsters they find that some of the students now have superpowers. They organize themselves into two groups. Those without powers are called the Stay Home Group and those with them are called the Exploration Group. On a day where most of the Exploration Group is out, the remaining ones that stay behind star ... Read Master of Monsters - Chapter 51 - MangaPuma. Read more at https://mangapuma.com/master-of-monsters/chapter-51
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2023.03.25 01:10 cfalnevermore My Daughter and I might not be Human: I think I blew up the Neighbor’s Dog
I’m nothing special. I’m lazy, and damn it, I’m happy being lazy. I feel bad about it a lot, but not quite bad enough to actually change. It’s kind of a problem. My spouse has me going to therapy and everything.
I thought I had big dreams. I talked big in high school. I’d get into filmmaking, and use my art to change the world. I was an ass about it too. Scoffing at anyone who didn’t have big ambitions. But then I got to college (on my parents dime) and… something just broke. More likely, it had always been broken, and now that I was out on my own it just finally came to the surface. I don’t know. I didn’t last two years in film school.
One of my classmates writes for tv and has her own IMDB page now. That’s what I was up against. And Christ… I didn’t have the energy, creativity, or passion that those people had. I don't want to have no steady structure to my life. Film sets operate at all hours, anywhere in the world. It’s insanely competitive, and who the fuck has the energy to deal with that shit?
I spiraled into depression. Arguably I found my way out again, but a lot of the world tells me otherwise. I work a dead end job at a movie theater chain, mostly as a cleaner. I’ve worked there for five years now. If I wanted, I could theoretically learn all I could, and break into management, or learn to be a projectionist, so I could make more money and possibly advance. But I don’t have the focus, or the drive. I left myself a reminder on my phone to look into job advancement two years ago. It still pops up every Friday.
That’s how it’s been for most of my adult life. There are ways I could improve. Things I could do. I could be more wealthy. Not by much, mind you. But still. I just don’t care enough. I can barely bring myself to care about the simple job I have now.
Honestly, it’s a miracle that someone fell in love with me, let alone someone as amazing as my spouse. They do have ambition. It’s not self-centered capitalist passion either, like getting famous, or making lots of money. They want to help people. They’re a social worker. They get paid pennies to deal with people at their absolute worst. Some of the people they serve wouldn’t even be there if the courts hadn’t ordered it for their criminal behavior. In just five years, I’ve watched their passion drain, as that selfless job kicked the ever loving shit out of them. And here’s me. Too fucking lazy to pick up the slack so that maybe they can take a shorter shift or a smaller client base.
I plan to. I always plan to. But then we got stuck. Something crazy happened. They got pregnant. Suddenly we couldn’t afford for me to leave my shit job to find another, because we needed healthcare coverage. Our daughter was born two months ago now. That shit does weird things to you. I may be a lazy pos, but I am going to care for this baby as best I can. I don’t even know why. Sure she’s cute, but she screams a lot, she's always hungry, she poops, pees, and vomits on me, and she’s completely upended my life. These things are typically traits that would make me despise other human beings. But with baby Lina? I’m all “daaawww look at you.” Then I start crying and yelling about how much I love this baby. I swear, babies are pure evil, with their insidious cuteness and ability to fill us with “parent” hormones.
But why am I mentioning all this? Why should any of you people care about a boring, lazy pos like me? You shouldn’t really. I just wanted to illustrate to all of you that I’m utterly inconsequential. Useless. There’s nothing special about me, and I’m fucking fine with that. I will find the most amount of money, for the least amount of effort, that will give me enough time to blow on reading, movies, and video games. That’s all I aspire to really. That only changed slightly to accommodate my daughter. So now you have an idea. I'm nothing. One of those beings whose only a step above a societal parasite (except being a parasite makes you a billionaire these days).
And yet? I set the neighbor's dog on fire.
I didn’t do it on purpose. Not really anyway. I think I did it with my freaking mind. It seemed to come out of my fingers. I don’t know. I made fire, and it reduced this big angry mastiff to nothing but ash in a few short seconds. Bones, claws, fur, all of it just disintegrated, then the wind blew the ash away.
I sat there, one hand on Lina’s stroller, the other raised towards where the charging dog had been, my eyes wide with shock and my jaw at my feet. I blinked a few times. Trying to make sense of things.
I tried running through how the hell I reached this point. I was taking Lina for a walk in her stroller, I saw that big jackass dog (I think it’s name was Roofus) who had somehow escaped his yard (for the umpteenth time), and he had come bounding at my daughter and I as fast as his fat doggy legs could carry him. My brain had only just processed that the big, aggressive dog was out again, when it finally clicked that it was bounding towards me and my baby girl. That thing had nipped me in the past, but I never pressed charges. Why should I bother? But now I wish I had. Now it could hurt my baby. Shit. Why didn’t I confront our neighbor? I have to stop it! I thought.
I got between the approaching dog and Lina’s stroller. I raised my hand to do… something. I think I was hoping the dog would slow down. It didn’t. And then… there was a flash of weird yellow light. The dog didn’t have time to make a sound of pain or surprise. It just dissolved in a superheated ball of flames.
I lowered my hand, trying to make sense of it as the ash blew into the wind. I glanced down at Lina. She smiled up at me, and she even laughed. That was the first time I’d ever seen her laugh. I just kind of blinked.
“Ron! Hey Ron!” Someone was running towards me. I kept staring at Lina for a second before it registered. It was Harold. The white trashy dude who owned Roofus and refused to tie him up (while also refusing to either fix his fence or keep a closer eye on his big aggressive dog). You see that flash, man?” It wasn't even noon, and I could already smell the alcohol (despite the stench of burnt fur).
“Uh… yeah.”
“You know what the fuck that was?”
“Uh… no.” It wasn’t a lie.
“Shit. You seen my ‘dawg?’ Roofus done broke the fence again.”
“… no.” That absolutely was a lie.
“Damn, man. What’s that smell?”
“I… smells like a burning animal.” That one wasn’t a lie either.
“Sheeet. Look at the grass here!” He pointed at the spot where his big angry dog had vanished. There was a circle of scorched black grass.
Oh shit. I fucked up miss Peasley’s lawn went my idiot brain. “Huh,” my mouth said.
“Prolly a squirrel blew up on the power line. Ha! That bitch Peasley is gonna be pissed.”
Ugh. You’re such a douche, Harold. Holy crap I blew up your dog. Or did I? Maybe he’s right and it was an electrical line?
“Lemme know if you see Roofus!” Harold went on his way, leaving me utterly bewildered. What could I do? After standing there, terrified, for another minute, I took Lina home and ended up spending the rest of the morning desperately trying to coax her to eat while she screamed at me.
So yeah. I can apparently blow up dogs with my hands. No fucking clue how I did it. That happened a week ago. Miss Peasley got the HOA to contact electricians to check the power lines. They didn’t find any damage, but nobody else could figure out what had scorched Peasley’s lawn. The prevailing theory is Harold’s. An animal got scorched by the power lines and fell on her lawn. So they replaced those lines.
Apparently I’m the only one who knows that Harold’s dog blew up. Nobody else saw a thing. I would feel worse, but Harold managed to be a misogynistic prick even while he was sadly putting up ‘missing dog’ posters (dude was muttering about some teenage girl's shorts, like it was any of his business). And Roofus wasn’t a friendly dog. There were lots of stories about him terrorizing the neighborhood. Harold had even been charged over it.
All the same… I think I fucking blew up a dog and I keep having nightmares about it. I love dogs. I can’t afford to care for one, but Christ, I don’t want to blow one up! How the fuck did I even do that?
I’ve spent the week repeating over and over that it didn’t happen. Even if it did, it couldn’t have been me. Something else blew up the dog. Maybe Peasley secretly planted a land mine? She’s an eighty year old lady, so it’s unlikely… but it has to be more likely than me throwing fire at a dog that disintegrated it, right?
I was almost convinced, then I blew something else up. A little vase. It had housed an orchid at one time, but we’d both failed to keep the poor thing alive. We had yet to throw it away. I had set Lina in her bassinet, and dragged it into the kitchen where I could watch it while I tried to do a few chores. My cat, Sabrina, decided to get the zoomies and started bolting through the house. Eventually, she found herself leaping on top of the kitchen counters while I yelled at her to stop. I startled her, mid run. She lurched. She hit that vase with the dead plant in it.
I panicked. I was utterly convinced that the vase was about to fly straight into the bassinet and give my baby a concussion or worse. Despite the fact that I was nowhere near it, I thought to myself ‘I have to stop it!’ And when I thought that? The fire came back, scorched the little pot, and shattered it into a billion little pieces which clattered to the floor. Only then did it occur to me that Lina’s bassinet was nowhere near any of the counters, much less right next to the falling vase. I tried telling myself that the cat just knocked the vase down. But I fucking saw it happen. I saw the fireball shatter the vase long before it hit the floor. Honestly, I should be glad I didn’t blow up the cat.
Something really fucking weird is going on. I tried setting other things on fire. Nothing works. No matter how hard I “focus” or “concentrate.”
It only seems to happen when I think Lina is in danger. Do parents get superpowers I don’t know about? Is Lina doing this? She’s been weirdly chipper every time it happens. Furthermore, I keep noticing weird shit about her. I swear her eyes changed color. And not just in that ‘newborn baby growing up’ kind of way. It was like a flash of yellow that happened while I was trying to play peekaboo. She hadn’t really reacted to the game, so I figured she wasn’t old enough to register. But I tried one more time, and when I moved my hands, for a second? She had freaking yellow lizard eyes. But the moment passed and they were back to that baby blue. She just giggled up at me, cute as a button. Then she spit up a third of the formula I spent the last hour feeding her. Stuff smelled like pure gasoline.
Somehow? I was still trying to tell myself it was all in my head. The fires were some weird coincidence. Lina had a tummy ache or something that made her spit-up smell weird, and everything else was just in my imagination. I definitely didn’t see Lina floating an inch or so above her sleeping pad. My spouse, Chris, definitely didn’t hear me growling like a monster in my sleep. I definitely didn’t accidentally set fire to the diaper pail. And of course, the disappearance of Roofus, had nothing to do with me.
But then Chris dropped a bomb on me. I was once again struggling to feed our daughter one evening. She just wanted nothing to do with the bottle. Chris never seems to have trouble feeding her, with a bottle or nursing. For some reason? Lina just didn’t want to accept a bottle from me. I was frustrated. Chris saw it on my face.
“Hold on, Ron. There’s… there’s a weird trick I’ve been using. It started by accident. I couldn’t bring myself to tell you because… well… It's insane. And gross. But… It works. I use it in bottles and with nursing. And I never got to add it to the formula pitcher you're using. So you may as well know…” they looked very conflicted. Scared even.
“Chris. What do you mean? Is everything okay?” Chris swallowed nervously, then gathered their courage.
“Here. Let me see her bottle.” Confused, and weirdly intrigued, I handed it over, trying to ignore Lina’s angry wailing. Chris took it and turned around, hiding whatever they were doing. I heard them unscrew the bottle, then briefly hiss in pain, and a few seconds later, they screwed the lid back on, turned around, and handed it back. “Okay. Try feeding her now.”
I cocked an eyebrow, and glanced down at my daughter, who glared up at me (adorably). Cautiously, I offered her the nipple of the bottle. She fussed a bit at first, but then she tasted the liquid. She latched right on and happily began chugging away. I’ve never had her feed so easily with me. “Okay. What the heck did you do? She hardly ever eats this well for me.”
I glanced at Chris. They looked conflicted, and a little pale. They didn’t say a word. They just held up their left hand, and showed me a bleeding cut they had on their palm.
“I… you cut yourself?” I had no idea what they were implying.
“Blood, Ron. I added my blood.”
“You…” it took me a second. Finally my brain caught up. “You’ve been feeding her your blood?” I felt my mouth go dry and my face go pale. I struggled just to ask the question.
“Just adding a bit to the pitcher is usually enough.”
“I… what about nursing?”
They raised an eyebrow at me. “Have you seen my nipples lately?”
Suddenly the empty cases of nip guards and nipple cream made a lot more sense to me.
“How… did you figure it out?” I wondered.
“By mistake. It was when you went to get us food. I was having trouble getting her to latch at first, remember? But then, she started sucking on my finger. Cried when I pulled away. When she stopped I saw I had a cut. She was sucking on my cut.”
“Oh my god,” I said, as I combined my experiences with Chris’s in my head.
I think my spouse misinterpreted my reaction. They seemed to break down in tears, begging me for forgiveness.
“I know it’s fucked up! I didn’t know what to do! She wouldn’t eat unless I added a bit of blood! Please tell me you understand!”
I looked into their pretty blue eyes. The ones I felt so lucky to have fallen for. I was inwardly freaking out myself. All I managed to sputter out was “I think I blew up the neighbor’s dog.” We had a looong conversation after that.
So Chris and I are all caught up with each other. We’re on the same page. There’s definitely some really weird shit going on in our house, but fucked if we know what any of it is. I decided to see if anyone here had some ideas. Neither of us really want to contact the church. But hell. We’re getting desperate. Lina just keeps growing. What will she want when she starts eating solids?
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I thought I had big dreams. I talked big in high school. I’d get into filmmaking, and use my art to change the world. I was an ass about it too. Scoffing at anyone who didn’t have big ambitions. But then I got to college (on my parents dime) and… something just broke. More likely, it had always been broken, and now that I was out on my own it just finally came to the surface. I don’t know. I didn’t last two years in film school.
One of my classmates writes for tv and has her own IMDB page now. That’s what I was up against. And Christ… I didn’t have the energy, creativity, or passion that those people had. I don't want to have no steady structure to my life. Film sets operate at all hours, anywhere in the world. It’s insanely competitive, and who the fuck has the energy to deal with that shit?
I spiraled into depression. Arguably I found my way out again, but a lot of the world tells me otherwise. I work a dead end job at a movie theater chain, mostly as a cleaner. I’ve worked there for five years now. If I wanted, I could theoretically learn all I could, and break into management, or learn to be a projectionist, so I could make more money and possibly advance. But I don’t have the focus, or the drive. I left myself a reminder on my phone to look into job advancement two years ago. It still pops up every Friday.
That’s how it’s been for most of my adult life. There are ways I could improve. Things I could do. I could be more wealthy. Not by much, mind you. But still. I just don’t care enough. I can barely bring myself to care about the simple job I have now.
Honestly, it’s a miracle that someone fell in love with me, let alone someone as amazing as my spouse. They do have ambition. It’s not self-centered capitalist passion either, like getting famous, or making lots of money. They want to help people. They’re a social worker. They get paid pennies to deal with people at their absolute worst. Some of the people they serve wouldn’t even be there if the courts hadn’t ordered it for their criminal behavior. In just five years, I’ve watched their passion drain, as that selfless job kicked the ever loving shit out of them. And here’s me. Too fucking lazy to pick up the slack so that maybe they can take a shorter shift or a smaller client base.
I plan to. I always plan to. But then we got stuck. Something crazy happened. They got pregnant. Suddenly we couldn’t afford for me to leave my shit job to find another, because we needed healthcare coverage. Our daughter was born two months ago now. That shit does weird things to you. I may be a lazy pos, but I am going to care for this baby as best I can. I don’t even know why. Sure she’s cute, but she screams a lot, she's always hungry, she poops, pees, and vomits on me, and she’s completely upended my life. These things are typically traits that would make me despise other human beings. But with baby Lina? I’m all “daaawww look at you.” Then I start crying and yelling about how much I love this baby. I swear, babies are pure evil, with their insidious cuteness and ability to fill us with “parent” hormones.
But why am I mentioning all this? Why should any of you people care about a boring, lazy pos like me? You shouldn’t really. I just wanted to illustrate to all of you that I’m utterly inconsequential. Useless. There’s nothing special about me, and I’m fucking fine with that. I will find the most amount of money, for the least amount of effort, that will give me enough time to blow on reading, movies, and video games. That’s all I aspire to really. That only changed slightly to accommodate my daughter. So now you have an idea. I'm nothing. One of those beings whose only a step above a societal parasite (except being a parasite makes you a billionaire these days).
And yet? I set the neighbor's dog on fire.
I didn’t do it on purpose. Not really anyway. I think I did it with my freaking mind. It seemed to come out of my fingers. I don’t know. I made fire, and it reduced this big angry mastiff to nothing but ash in a few short seconds. Bones, claws, fur, all of it just disintegrated, then the wind blew the ash away.
I sat there, one hand on Lina’s stroller, the other raised towards where the charging dog had been, my eyes wide with shock and my jaw at my feet. I blinked a few times. Trying to make sense of things.
I tried running through how the hell I reached this point. I was taking Lina for a walk in her stroller, I saw that big jackass dog (I think it’s name was Roofus) who had somehow escaped his yard (for the umpteenth time), and he had come bounding at my daughter and I as fast as his fat doggy legs could carry him. My brain had only just processed that the big, aggressive dog was out again, when it finally clicked that it was bounding towards me and my baby girl. That thing had nipped me in the past, but I never pressed charges. Why should I bother? But now I wish I had. Now it could hurt my baby. Shit. Why didn’t I confront our neighbor? I have to stop it! I thought.
I got between the approaching dog and Lina’s stroller. I raised my hand to do… something. I think I was hoping the dog would slow down. It didn’t. And then… there was a flash of weird yellow light. The dog didn’t have time to make a sound of pain or surprise. It just dissolved in a superheated ball of flames.
I lowered my hand, trying to make sense of it as the ash blew into the wind. I glanced down at Lina. She smiled up at me, and she even laughed. That was the first time I’d ever seen her laugh. I just kind of blinked.
“Ron! Hey Ron!” Someone was running towards me. I kept staring at Lina for a second before it registered. It was Harold. The white trashy dude who owned Roofus and refused to tie him up (while also refusing to either fix his fence or keep a closer eye on his big aggressive dog). You see that flash, man?” It wasn't even noon, and I could already smell the alcohol (despite the stench of burnt fur).
“Uh… yeah.”
“You know what the fuck that was?”
“Uh… no.” It wasn’t a lie.
“Shit. You seen my ‘dawg?’ Roofus done broke the fence again.”
“… no.” That absolutely was a lie.
“Damn, man. What’s that smell?”
“I… smells like a burning animal.” That one wasn’t a lie either.
“Sheeet. Look at the grass here!” He pointed at the spot where his big angry dog had vanished. There was a circle of scorched black grass.
Oh shit. I fucked up miss Peasley’s lawn went my idiot brain. “Huh,” my mouth said.
“Prolly a squirrel blew up on the power line. Ha! That bitch Peasley is gonna be pissed.”
Ugh. You’re such a douche, Harold. Holy crap I blew up your dog. Or did I? Maybe he’s right and it was an electrical line?
“Lemme know if you see Roofus!” Harold went on his way, leaving me utterly bewildered. What could I do? After standing there, terrified, for another minute, I took Lina home and ended up spending the rest of the morning desperately trying to coax her to eat while she screamed at me.
So yeah. I can apparently blow up dogs with my hands. No fucking clue how I did it. That happened a week ago. Miss Peasley got the HOA to contact electricians to check the power lines. They didn’t find any damage, but nobody else could figure out what had scorched Peasley’s lawn. The prevailing theory is Harold’s. An animal got scorched by the power lines and fell on her lawn. So they replaced those lines.
Apparently I’m the only one who knows that Harold’s dog blew up. Nobody else saw a thing. I would feel worse, but Harold managed to be a misogynistic prick even while he was sadly putting up ‘missing dog’ posters (dude was muttering about some teenage girl's shorts, like it was any of his business). And Roofus wasn’t a friendly dog. There were lots of stories about him terrorizing the neighborhood. Harold had even been charged over it.
All the same… I think I fucking blew up a dog and I keep having nightmares about it. I love dogs. I can’t afford to care for one, but Christ, I don’t want to blow one up! How the fuck did I even do that?
I’ve spent the week repeating over and over that it didn’t happen. Even if it did, it couldn’t have been me. Something else blew up the dog. Maybe Peasley secretly planted a land mine? She’s an eighty year old lady, so it’s unlikely… but it has to be more likely than me throwing fire at a dog that disintegrated it, right?
I was almost convinced, then I blew something else up. A little vase. It had housed an orchid at one time, but we’d both failed to keep the poor thing alive. We had yet to throw it away. I had set Lina in her bassinet, and dragged it into the kitchen where I could watch it while I tried to do a few chores. My cat, Sabrina, decided to get the zoomies and started bolting through the house. Eventually, she found herself leaping on top of the kitchen counters while I yelled at her to stop. I startled her, mid run. She lurched. She hit that vase with the dead plant in it.
I panicked. I was utterly convinced that the vase was about to fly straight into the bassinet and give my baby a concussion or worse. Despite the fact that I was nowhere near it, I thought to myself ‘I have to stop it!’ And when I thought that? The fire came back, scorched the little pot, and shattered it into a billion little pieces which clattered to the floor. Only then did it occur to me that Lina’s bassinet was nowhere near any of the counters, much less right next to the falling vase. I tried telling myself that the cat just knocked the vase down. But I fucking saw it happen. I saw the fireball shatter the vase long before it hit the floor. Honestly, I should be glad I didn’t blow up the cat.
Something really fucking weird is going on. I tried setting other things on fire. Nothing works. No matter how hard I “focus” or “concentrate.”
It only seems to happen when I think Lina is in danger. Do parents get superpowers I don’t know about? Is Lina doing this? She’s been weirdly chipper every time it happens. Furthermore, I keep noticing weird shit about her. I swear her eyes changed color. And not just in that ‘newborn baby growing up’ kind of way. It was like a flash of yellow that happened while I was trying to play peekaboo. She hadn’t really reacted to the game, so I figured she wasn’t old enough to register. But I tried one more time, and when I moved my hands, for a second? She had freaking yellow lizard eyes. But the moment passed and they were back to that baby blue. She just giggled up at me, cute as a button. Then she spit up a third of the formula I spent the last hour feeding her. Stuff smelled like pure gasoline.
Somehow? I was still trying to tell myself it was all in my head. The fires were some weird coincidence. Lina had a tummy ache or something that made her spit-up smell weird, and everything else was just in my imagination. I definitely didn’t see Lina floating an inch or so above her sleeping pad. My spouse, Chris, definitely didn’t hear me growling like a monster in my sleep. I definitely didn’t accidentally set fire to the diaper pail. And of course, the disappearance of Roofus, had nothing to do with me.
But then Chris dropped a bomb on me. I was once again struggling to feed our daughter one evening. She just wanted nothing to do with the bottle. Chris never seems to have trouble feeding her, with a bottle or nursing. For some reason? Lina just didn’t want to accept a bottle from me. I was frustrated. Chris saw it on my face.
“Hold on, Ron. There’s… there’s a weird trick I’ve been using. It started by accident. I couldn’t bring myself to tell you because… well… It's insane. And gross. But… It works. I use it in bottles and with nursing. And I never got to add it to the formula pitcher you're using. So you may as well know…” they looked very conflicted. Scared even.
“Chris. What do you mean? Is everything okay?” Chris swallowed nervously, then gathered their courage.
“Here. Let me see her bottle.” Confused, and weirdly intrigued, I handed it over, trying to ignore Lina’s angry wailing. Chris took it and turned around, hiding whatever they were doing. I heard them unscrew the bottle, then briefly hiss in pain, and a few seconds later, they screwed the lid back on, turned around, and handed it back. “Okay. Try feeding her now.”
I cocked an eyebrow, and glanced down at my daughter, who glared up at me (adorably). Cautiously, I offered her the nipple of the bottle. She fussed a bit at first, but then she tasted the liquid. She latched right on and happily began chugging away. I’ve never had her feed so easily with me. “Okay. What the heck did you do? She hardly ever eats this well for me.”
I glanced at Chris. They looked conflicted, and a little pale. They didn’t say a word. They just held up their left hand, and showed me a bleeding cut they had on their palm.
“I… you cut yourself?” I had no idea what they were implying.
“Blood, Ron. I added my blood.”
“You…” it took me a second. Finally my brain caught up. “You’ve been feeding her your blood?” I felt my mouth go dry and my face go pale. I struggled just to ask the question.
“Just adding a bit to the pitcher is usually enough.”
“I… what about nursing?”
They raised an eyebrow at me. “Have you seen my nipples lately?”
Suddenly the empty cases of nip guards and nipple cream made a lot more sense to me.
“How… did you figure it out?” I wondered.
“By mistake. It was when you went to get us food. I was having trouble getting her to latch at first, remember? But then, she started sucking on my finger. Cried when I pulled away. When she stopped I saw I had a cut. She was sucking on my cut.”
“Oh my god,” I said, as I combined my experiences with Chris’s in my head.
I think my spouse misinterpreted my reaction. They seemed to break down in tears, begging me for forgiveness.
“I know it’s fucked up! I didn’t know what to do! She wouldn’t eat unless I added a bit of blood! Please tell me you understand!”
I looked into their pretty blue eyes. The ones I felt so lucky to have fallen for. I was inwardly freaking out myself. All I managed to sputter out was “I think I blew up the neighbor’s dog.” We had a looong conversation after that.
So Chris and I are all caught up with each other. We’re on the same page. There’s definitely some really weird shit going on in our house, but fucked if we know what any of it is. I decided to see if anyone here had some ideas. Neither of us really want to contact the church. But hell. We’re getting desperate. Lina just keeps growing. What will she want when she starts eating solids?
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2023.03.25 01:04 Secret-Tomatillo5044 Why I can't swallow anything blue
I was raised by a single mother whose behavior grew odder over the years. I never doubted that she loved me, but I could tell she was changing. A couple of months after my 13th birthday she began appearing more sluggish. Falling asleep on the couch often, making confusing statements, and being generally groggy. Simultaneously she became more forgetful, asking about friends I hadn't talked to in years and being unable to remember my interests. My mom was fairly young so I didn't understand why she was losing her memory so fast. Whenever I questioned it she would get defensive, saying that I was the one who was out of sorts.
At one point she even berated me after I told her that I was getting worried. Naturally, our relationship soured as her negative behaviors outweighed her positive ones. It hurt to watch, especially because I could sense how hard my growing distance was impacting her. I even blamed myself for her state to an extent, which I realize now I should have never done. One thing remained good though, she was great at making butterfly pea tea. She would prepare it for me every morning and afternoon once I was home from school. It was a sapphire blue color that turned into a light purple when something acidic was added. It was simple but it always hit the spot. It helped that blue was my favorite color, so it was aesthetically comforting as well. Outside of the previously mentioned struggles with her, I lived a happy life. I got good greats and had reliable friends. It was mostly smooth sailing until the incident that changed my life.
I was fast asleep when I felt my bed-sheet get swiftly torn off me. Naturally, I realized it was my mom since no one else lived with us.
“Mom, what are you doing?” I asked in response. She gave no reaction apart from a strange high-pitched gasp. Not knowing what to say I sleepily rolled towards the electric clock. The numbers appeared as a reddish blur until I opened my crust-coated lids. Letting out a small irritated breath once the mucus cracked. I wiped the substance off and refocused on the time, finding that it was only 2:00 AM. I pushed myself up and reached for the lamp when my wrist was gripped tightly. I groaned with annoyance, rolling my eyes.
“Okay, you're starting to freak me out, seriously what’s going on?!” I spoke with as much defiance as I could muster at that hour. My mom remained silent, stepping forward with a notable thud. Her grip grew stronger, which made me start to panic. She'd had moments where she seemed out of it before, but it never got physical. She gave a wet cough before finally speaking.
“You forgot to wash your face, you always remember to do that, what went wrong?” she questioned sternly. I scrunched up my face, she’d gotten up at four in the morning just to berate him about skincare?
“I was tired, I just brushed my teeth to be done with the day.” I felt my justification was sound but my mom practically barked her response.
“Dammit! I told you it needs to be applied once a day, now you'll have to use it two times to make up for this!” My heart skipped a beat, surprised at her volume and harshness. It made me wonder if she was upset about something else but was letting it out on me. She was getting particularly stressed from work around that time. My mom sighed and relinquished her grip. I rubbed my wrist, hoping she'd get through her outburst soon.
“Please get up,” she said softer than previously, taking a couple steps back. I obliged, getting out of bed. When my feet touched the ground, confusion wafted over me. my socks quickly dampened as I realized that liquid was seeping through the carpet.
“Hey did you spill something earlier?” I asked, stretching my arms.
“No, I didn't.” she started plainly.
“Oh, well I think I might have stepped in some type of liquid,” I motioned to the lamp, but she quickly pulled me into her arms by my shirt.
“Let’s not worry about that Blue Bird, same goes for the lamp, you don't need light right now, you'll have it soon,” she assured me with a hint of excitement, I squirmed out of her hug, accepting the odd rules she set in place, I didn't want to argue with her.
“Just follow me,” she patted me on the shoulder and held my hand as we walked out to the backyard. It was almost impossible to see anything in our home with the moon being the only source of light, I didn't have a clue about how she navigated the space without bumping into anything. Still, I remembered how our home was set up and could tell that we’d already passed the bathroom. My nerves heightened with each step, I had so many questions. Why were we going into the backyard when my face wash was inside? What did I step in? What was wrong with wanting the lamp on? Those questions rang strongly in my mind. Nothing felt right, things had felt off before but never quite wrong. The anxiety of the situation gave me an uncomfortable rush of energy, I couldn't sleep now if I wanted to. When the sliding door opened the humid air hit my body with an unrepresented strength, something my mother didn't pay any mind to. I continued to follow her, even though I was scared.
“Go ahead and sit on that chair.” she motioned to a green plastic kiddie chair that fit me despite its childish design. I went along with her instructions, seating myself. My mom appeared in front of me and I realized she was wearing something on her face. It had the shape and construction of a surgical mask but it was woven with dying flower stems and grass. Before I could say anything she picked up a mug off the ground to my right. She smelled it through the mask, lovingly holding it to my face. I observed the steam and realized the vapor had a bluish tint.
“Go ahead, drink it.” she smiled with especially groggy eyes. I would have described them as bloodshot if the veins running up her sclera weren't sapphire. I leaned away from her and the beverage. Hiding it as another stretch, pulling my arms above my head while yawning.
“Well isn't that wonderful! Keep your arms there, I’ll feed it to you, it'll be like when you were an adorable baby, drinking out of a bottle in my stroller!” she said gleefully with an uncharacteristic giggle. I was now thoroughly unnerved, putting my arms down and pushing away the drink.
“God, what’s going on with you! And why are you wearing that mask!” I yelled out getting up from the chair. My mom groaned at my attitude, putting the cup up to my face again as I attempted to walk off.
“Nothing is going on with me, don't worry! I just thought this mask looked nice. I made this nice cup of tea and it would warm my heart if my baby boy drank it! You're growing into such a handsome man and this will help your complexion!” her enthusiasm grew as she pushed the hot cup against my lips. I whined from the sizzling heat, pulling back.
“Why are you so insistent on this?!” I shouted with a growing sense of anger. I despised the way she was speaking to me. Whenever she used baby talk around me it was a set up for something manipulative. An example being when she used it to guilt me into sleeping in the same bed with her. Saying I owed her since I was her baby. Sure she apologized, but it wasn't the last time she would do something like that. I couldn't even buy her excuse that it would help with acne. I’d had the tea many times before with her and we both knew it was unhelpful in that regard.
“Because it needs to be done for your sake!” Her shoulder cracked loudly as she spoke in a deeper, raspier voice I didn't recognize. I took a couple of steps back, reaching into the pocket of my sweat pants before remembering my phone wasn't on me. I swore under my breath as I looked at my mother with concern. I took my hand out and she pounced on me, spilling a majority of the hot liquid onto my left arm. I screamed at the sensation of the steaming beverage hitting my flesh. She held me down tightly with both arms. Her eyes glistened with a holographic finish that lit up amid the night. I had never seen her like this. At this point I stopped caring about what made her act this way. Regardless of what was causing her behavior, it wouldn't justify her current actions. I squirmed beneath her, screaming at her to let go. I still couldn't bring myself to fight back, so I resorted to begging.
“Mom please stop! I’m sorry for every inconvenience I’ve caused! We can go get you help and make up, just please get off of me!” I pleaded whilst trying to push her away.
“You're the one who needs help here! You’ve been going through life as a husk for years now! It hurts my heart to watch you deteriorate like this and I can't let it go on!” she grabbed onto the sides of my head and slammed it against the ground. I cried out in pain. The pressure pounding in my skull began in the center and spread down to my teeth. The agony pulsated through me stronger than anything I’d felt before. My mom removed a hand and pulled out a sippy cup from the pocket in her pajama shorts. It too was filled with butterfly pea tea. Taking this as an opportunity, I pushed past the damage and bit her arm. I felt awful attacking her, but my fear surpassed my guilt. As uncomfortable as it was I sank my teeth in as far as I could. She let out a throaty gurgle in response to the attack. I attempted to crawl out from under her, using my legs to pull myself up across the grass. I moved frantically, praying I could keep up the momentum. She clutched my thin hips with her legs to keep me down. I continuously smacked the container away with my free arm while I squirmed, my back smashing against the ground in my attempts. My mom covered the cap of the cup and rolled her eyes, pushing her entire body onto mine. Covering my face as I screamed for help.
“STAY STILL!” she screeched as a viscous substance seeped through her mask. Directly pouring down my forehead, making me tremble from its cold. Before I could plan another move she shoved me to the side. My face, experiencing a burn from the grit and speed. She ran to me, kneeled down, and forced her fist into my mouth. I coughed and cried while she pulled on my tongue. I wiggled it but her grasp only hardened with each movement. Her sweaty skin overloaded my sense of taste. I kicked around but nothing deterred her, even when she was hit. I couldn't focus on anything but how much I hurt, none of what was happening made sense.
She frantically opened the sippy cup, pried my mouth open, and made me guzzle down the drink. It was boiling and I screamed in ways I didn't know I was capable of. My entire body bent in all directions as I looked into the eyes of the thing before me. The initial blue glow transitioned further into a shining violet every time a new drop was swallowed. I felt powerless in the arms of my mother, I couldn't understand why she was torturing me like this. What did I do? Was she always like this and I undermined the signs so I’d live with a greater sense of safety? I continued to sob once I’d finished the tea. The burning made it sting every time I breathed.
My mom stared at me and for a brief moment, I saw a glimpse of the parent I was used to. Underneath the murky cool layers, I saw a speck of guilt. A single leaf in an empty pond, rippling through the surrounding water no matter how small. My mother sighed with a hint of sorrow, closing her eyes. Once she did, my energy died out, my cries grew softer, my body grew limp, and the world blurred. I couldn't even conceive a cohesive thought by the time my body slumped to the ground. All I was left with was confusion and a trace of dread.
“I’m sorry for earlier” rang through my ears once I regained my sense of touch. I grabbed the ground tightly, despite the presence of grass I knew I wasn't in our backyard. This grass was far too damp to be the dry patch I last resided in. I slowly opened my eyes, fearing where I’d find myself. I expected to be shrouded in darkness, laying in a stuffy deep hole in the ground, but I was met with the contrary. A perfect blue sky, a bustling variety of greenery, and a fresh breeze. I took a sigh of relief, still confused at where I was but happy it didn't appear threatening. I glanced ahead, finding a cluster of my favorite flowers at my feet. The smell of Jasmine and Orchids was heavenly, sweeter than fresh vanilla cake. Though the pleasant scent re-instilled unease in me. All of this was far too good to be true, and I still had no idea where I was. Did my mother take me here? If so, why? Was she somewhere here or had she abandoned him? I sat up delving headfirst into the flowers, groaning with frustration. The petals were soft, and damp like the grass, the water on them cool against my face. In any other situation, this would be a dream, but it only made him more nervous. Something this perfect had to be a setup.
“Blue Bird!” my mother happily exclaimed, I lifted my head, finding her standing over me. She was now wearing a polka-dotted dark blue dress instead of her nightwear. I shuffled myself back from her, her pupils had vanished and her mask was wilting.
“Mom, you're scaring me, I don't get what's going on. What are we doing here?” I asked shakily, she sighed and knelt to make direct eye contact with me.
“We're in a special place, a lush land that‘s available to very few. You don't have to worry, I just brought you here to rid you of your emotional pain.” her answer only confused me further.
“Emotional pain? Mom, I'm fine, the only thing causing me emotional distress is what’s happening right now. This place is nice but you're freaking me out.” I attempted to get up but something grabbed my legs. I shrieked as two bright green vines wrapped around my limbs.
“MOM WHAT THE HELL IS THIS! GET THESE THINGS AWA-” I was cut off by a much thicker vine logging itself into my throat. My eyes once again welled up with tears while multiple tendrils clenched onto me. Every time I moved another one would grab hold and the present ones would tighten. Nevertheless I continued screaming.
“I'm sorry my child, there’s something I've avoided telling you. I feed off the life force of living things. Cats, pigeons, people, as long as they’re not close to their death bed I can consume them.” I didn't fully understand what she was saying, but it only made my fear increase.
“Every time I take something from someone, I take them here. I've avoided taking things from you since you're the most precious thing to me. But my sweet baby boy, I've gotten so, so hungry.” Her pitch dropped while developing a defined rasp. I winced further from the nickname.
“I've tried to live off others, but I couldn't resist you anymore when you're so readily available. You’re so full of life, it's been hard not to contain my urges.” she stroked my cheek, frowning at my devastation.
“If I don’t get the nutrients I need, I'll turn into an awful thing. A monster incapable of complex thought that does nothing but destroys.” There was now a vine holding down every joint in my skeletal system, down to my fingers. Multiple small ones had been twisting themselves around my stomach, now making me struggle to breathe.
“Blue Bird, I have given my life to raising you, so please understand you have to give something back to me.” she explained solemnly.
The woven mask snapped off, quickly unraveling the horrifying contents beneath it. My pupils shrunk to pin drops, my screams of agony lessening from shock. My mother’s entire jaw had been dislocated, hanging onto her face by a couple of fleshy threads. The inside of her mouth was a bright blue with scaly gums. Her murky entirely cerulean eyes watered as she began panting. She extended her tongue to an inhuman length, thick saliva rapidly dripping down it. I wanted to believe that she wasn't going to hurt me, through all this she was still my mother. Yet I couldn't convince myself of that. Not when I felt multiple vines move through my body, entering through my mouth, eyes, and nose.
I couldn't bear to look at the thing I once called mom any longer. My ears buzzed while my eardrums were compressed by an increasing number of tubes. Their weight was breaking down the layers of skin and muscle preventing entry into my skull. Every orifice I had was on fire from pressure, yet I could tell this was only the lead-up to a crescendo of pain. A sharp fang poked through the tip of her and stabbed itself into my forehead. It punctured my skin, dragging in a curve. I twitched from the spike circling around my skull, extending my gash. Blood dripped on every side of my head, stinging harsher once the wind's currents grew.
By this point, I’d rather be in a wood chipper than deal with the cascade of agony invading every part of me. The blue-eyed thing licked up the gore flowing down and I wondered how I’d managed to go this entire time without throwing up. Her tongue was akin to sandpaper slathered in chili oil. In a last-ditch attempt to gain some power over the situation, I bit down into the vine as hard as I could. Which only worsened things when a miniature yet equally as strong vine sprung from the one I bit and wrangled my teeth. Forcibly spreading my jaw open further, making room for more to be stuffed in. A couple of tiny ones even slid between my front teeth. Thankfully, no more came after since the goal of the plant had been reached. The dam between the organic tendrils and my brain broke open, allowing each one to set roots in the vital organ. Each crevice of my intellect was invaded by a slithering, rough, nature. The impact was too strong and my senses shut down once more. My struggling limbs stopped what little movement they were capable of. My breathing slowed, my screams fell silent, and my eyes closed with tears still laying behind them. I didn't even realize I was shutting down, it just happened.
I was unconscious for an amount of time I can’t measure but knew was long. When I awoke my body felt infinitely more hollow. A loud ringing permeated my ears as I slowly took breaths. My jaw ached, my throat was painfully dry, and I could feel how cracked my lips were. My body fought with itself to not pass out, desperately trying to hold together.
“It’ll be all better soon,” My mother comforted while grabbing a sharpened knife. I was laying on her bed, but there were towels in place of sheets. Once she pulled my shirt over my head, I started to panic again.
“No, stop,” I mumbled, barely recognizing my weakened muffled voice. She made a series of meticulous cuts on my torso. Once the wound was opened she would squeeze as much blood as possible out of it and bag it away. I looked down, further horrified by the fact my blood was blue.
“I know it hurts, but it’ll be worth it,” She calmly told me as I bled out. The process went on for hours, resulting in me being unable to sleep for days after. I didn't feel safe in my house anymore, I locked myself in my room more than ever. Joining the longest after-school programs and visiting my friend’s house whenever I got the chance. Something my closest friend noticed most, he asked me what was wrong, but I told him it was nothing. I didn't expect him to believe anything about what happened, and the event was too awful for me to bring up. Meanwhile, my mother kept telling me I had a bad dream and that I was just moody. I showed her the scars as evidence but she accused me of making them myself to make her look bad. The next few years were tumultuous and before I knew it the initial incident became one of many. Every year she’d do it more often than the last, and each time it would take longer for me to recover.
It got to the point where the mere sight of gardens would scare me. The scents of my once favorite flowers grew sour, I didn't want to touch butterfly pea tea, and eventually, I couldn't even handle consuming things that are blue. It took me a long time to write this, as I’ve cried at multiple points by recounting what happened. There is a long road to recovery for me, which is even harder since everyone I’ve opened up to has called me crazy, but I'm done letting these memories fester and consume my life. I'm more than the worst things that happened to me.
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At one point she even berated me after I told her that I was getting worried. Naturally, our relationship soured as her negative behaviors outweighed her positive ones. It hurt to watch, especially because I could sense how hard my growing distance was impacting her. I even blamed myself for her state to an extent, which I realize now I should have never done. One thing remained good though, she was great at making butterfly pea tea. She would prepare it for me every morning and afternoon once I was home from school. It was a sapphire blue color that turned into a light purple when something acidic was added. It was simple but it always hit the spot. It helped that blue was my favorite color, so it was aesthetically comforting as well. Outside of the previously mentioned struggles with her, I lived a happy life. I got good greats and had reliable friends. It was mostly smooth sailing until the incident that changed my life.
I was fast asleep when I felt my bed-sheet get swiftly torn off me. Naturally, I realized it was my mom since no one else lived with us.
“Mom, what are you doing?” I asked in response. She gave no reaction apart from a strange high-pitched gasp. Not knowing what to say I sleepily rolled towards the electric clock. The numbers appeared as a reddish blur until I opened my crust-coated lids. Letting out a small irritated breath once the mucus cracked. I wiped the substance off and refocused on the time, finding that it was only 2:00 AM. I pushed myself up and reached for the lamp when my wrist was gripped tightly. I groaned with annoyance, rolling my eyes.
“Okay, you're starting to freak me out, seriously what’s going on?!” I spoke with as much defiance as I could muster at that hour. My mom remained silent, stepping forward with a notable thud. Her grip grew stronger, which made me start to panic. She'd had moments where she seemed out of it before, but it never got physical. She gave a wet cough before finally speaking.
“You forgot to wash your face, you always remember to do that, what went wrong?” she questioned sternly. I scrunched up my face, she’d gotten up at four in the morning just to berate him about skincare?
“I was tired, I just brushed my teeth to be done with the day.” I felt my justification was sound but my mom practically barked her response.
“Dammit! I told you it needs to be applied once a day, now you'll have to use it two times to make up for this!” My heart skipped a beat, surprised at her volume and harshness. It made me wonder if she was upset about something else but was letting it out on me. She was getting particularly stressed from work around that time. My mom sighed and relinquished her grip. I rubbed my wrist, hoping she'd get through her outburst soon.
“Please get up,” she said softer than previously, taking a couple steps back. I obliged, getting out of bed. When my feet touched the ground, confusion wafted over me. my socks quickly dampened as I realized that liquid was seeping through the carpet.
“Hey did you spill something earlier?” I asked, stretching my arms.
“No, I didn't.” she started plainly.
“Oh, well I think I might have stepped in some type of liquid,” I motioned to the lamp, but she quickly pulled me into her arms by my shirt.
“Let’s not worry about that Blue Bird, same goes for the lamp, you don't need light right now, you'll have it soon,” she assured me with a hint of excitement, I squirmed out of her hug, accepting the odd rules she set in place, I didn't want to argue with her.
“Just follow me,” she patted me on the shoulder and held my hand as we walked out to the backyard. It was almost impossible to see anything in our home with the moon being the only source of light, I didn't have a clue about how she navigated the space without bumping into anything. Still, I remembered how our home was set up and could tell that we’d already passed the bathroom. My nerves heightened with each step, I had so many questions. Why were we going into the backyard when my face wash was inside? What did I step in? What was wrong with wanting the lamp on? Those questions rang strongly in my mind. Nothing felt right, things had felt off before but never quite wrong. The anxiety of the situation gave me an uncomfortable rush of energy, I couldn't sleep now if I wanted to. When the sliding door opened the humid air hit my body with an unrepresented strength, something my mother didn't pay any mind to. I continued to follow her, even though I was scared.
“Go ahead and sit on that chair.” she motioned to a green plastic kiddie chair that fit me despite its childish design. I went along with her instructions, seating myself. My mom appeared in front of me and I realized she was wearing something on her face. It had the shape and construction of a surgical mask but it was woven with dying flower stems and grass. Before I could say anything she picked up a mug off the ground to my right. She smelled it through the mask, lovingly holding it to my face. I observed the steam and realized the vapor had a bluish tint.
“Go ahead, drink it.” she smiled with especially groggy eyes. I would have described them as bloodshot if the veins running up her sclera weren't sapphire. I leaned away from her and the beverage. Hiding it as another stretch, pulling my arms above my head while yawning.
“Well isn't that wonderful! Keep your arms there, I’ll feed it to you, it'll be like when you were an adorable baby, drinking out of a bottle in my stroller!” she said gleefully with an uncharacteristic giggle. I was now thoroughly unnerved, putting my arms down and pushing away the drink.
“God, what’s going on with you! And why are you wearing that mask!” I yelled out getting up from the chair. My mom groaned at my attitude, putting the cup up to my face again as I attempted to walk off.
“Nothing is going on with me, don't worry! I just thought this mask looked nice. I made this nice cup of tea and it would warm my heart if my baby boy drank it! You're growing into such a handsome man and this will help your complexion!” her enthusiasm grew as she pushed the hot cup against my lips. I whined from the sizzling heat, pulling back.
“Why are you so insistent on this?!” I shouted with a growing sense of anger. I despised the way she was speaking to me. Whenever she used baby talk around me it was a set up for something manipulative. An example being when she used it to guilt me into sleeping in the same bed with her. Saying I owed her since I was her baby. Sure she apologized, but it wasn't the last time she would do something like that. I couldn't even buy her excuse that it would help with acne. I’d had the tea many times before with her and we both knew it was unhelpful in that regard.
“Because it needs to be done for your sake!” Her shoulder cracked loudly as she spoke in a deeper, raspier voice I didn't recognize. I took a couple of steps back, reaching into the pocket of my sweat pants before remembering my phone wasn't on me. I swore under my breath as I looked at my mother with concern. I took my hand out and she pounced on me, spilling a majority of the hot liquid onto my left arm. I screamed at the sensation of the steaming beverage hitting my flesh. She held me down tightly with both arms. Her eyes glistened with a holographic finish that lit up amid the night. I had never seen her like this. At this point I stopped caring about what made her act this way. Regardless of what was causing her behavior, it wouldn't justify her current actions. I squirmed beneath her, screaming at her to let go. I still couldn't bring myself to fight back, so I resorted to begging.
“Mom please stop! I’m sorry for every inconvenience I’ve caused! We can go get you help and make up, just please get off of me!” I pleaded whilst trying to push her away.
“You're the one who needs help here! You’ve been going through life as a husk for years now! It hurts my heart to watch you deteriorate like this and I can't let it go on!” she grabbed onto the sides of my head and slammed it against the ground. I cried out in pain. The pressure pounding in my skull began in the center and spread down to my teeth. The agony pulsated through me stronger than anything I’d felt before. My mom removed a hand and pulled out a sippy cup from the pocket in her pajama shorts. It too was filled with butterfly pea tea. Taking this as an opportunity, I pushed past the damage and bit her arm. I felt awful attacking her, but my fear surpassed my guilt. As uncomfortable as it was I sank my teeth in as far as I could. She let out a throaty gurgle in response to the attack. I attempted to crawl out from under her, using my legs to pull myself up across the grass. I moved frantically, praying I could keep up the momentum. She clutched my thin hips with her legs to keep me down. I continuously smacked the container away with my free arm while I squirmed, my back smashing against the ground in my attempts. My mom covered the cap of the cup and rolled her eyes, pushing her entire body onto mine. Covering my face as I screamed for help.
“STAY STILL!” she screeched as a viscous substance seeped through her mask. Directly pouring down my forehead, making me tremble from its cold. Before I could plan another move she shoved me to the side. My face, experiencing a burn from the grit and speed. She ran to me, kneeled down, and forced her fist into my mouth. I coughed and cried while she pulled on my tongue. I wiggled it but her grasp only hardened with each movement. Her sweaty skin overloaded my sense of taste. I kicked around but nothing deterred her, even when she was hit. I couldn't focus on anything but how much I hurt, none of what was happening made sense.
She frantically opened the sippy cup, pried my mouth open, and made me guzzle down the drink. It was boiling and I screamed in ways I didn't know I was capable of. My entire body bent in all directions as I looked into the eyes of the thing before me. The initial blue glow transitioned further into a shining violet every time a new drop was swallowed. I felt powerless in the arms of my mother, I couldn't understand why she was torturing me like this. What did I do? Was she always like this and I undermined the signs so I’d live with a greater sense of safety? I continued to sob once I’d finished the tea. The burning made it sting every time I breathed.
My mom stared at me and for a brief moment, I saw a glimpse of the parent I was used to. Underneath the murky cool layers, I saw a speck of guilt. A single leaf in an empty pond, rippling through the surrounding water no matter how small. My mother sighed with a hint of sorrow, closing her eyes. Once she did, my energy died out, my cries grew softer, my body grew limp, and the world blurred. I couldn't even conceive a cohesive thought by the time my body slumped to the ground. All I was left with was confusion and a trace of dread.
“I’m sorry for earlier” rang through my ears once I regained my sense of touch. I grabbed the ground tightly, despite the presence of grass I knew I wasn't in our backyard. This grass was far too damp to be the dry patch I last resided in. I slowly opened my eyes, fearing where I’d find myself. I expected to be shrouded in darkness, laying in a stuffy deep hole in the ground, but I was met with the contrary. A perfect blue sky, a bustling variety of greenery, and a fresh breeze. I took a sigh of relief, still confused at where I was but happy it didn't appear threatening. I glanced ahead, finding a cluster of my favorite flowers at my feet. The smell of Jasmine and Orchids was heavenly, sweeter than fresh vanilla cake. Though the pleasant scent re-instilled unease in me. All of this was far too good to be true, and I still had no idea where I was. Did my mother take me here? If so, why? Was she somewhere here or had she abandoned him? I sat up delving headfirst into the flowers, groaning with frustration. The petals were soft, and damp like the grass, the water on them cool against my face. In any other situation, this would be a dream, but it only made him more nervous. Something this perfect had to be a setup.
“Blue Bird!” my mother happily exclaimed, I lifted my head, finding her standing over me. She was now wearing a polka-dotted dark blue dress instead of her nightwear. I shuffled myself back from her, her pupils had vanished and her mask was wilting.
“Mom, you're scaring me, I don't get what's going on. What are we doing here?” I asked shakily, she sighed and knelt to make direct eye contact with me.
“We're in a special place, a lush land that‘s available to very few. You don't have to worry, I just brought you here to rid you of your emotional pain.” her answer only confused me further.
“Emotional pain? Mom, I'm fine, the only thing causing me emotional distress is what’s happening right now. This place is nice but you're freaking me out.” I attempted to get up but something grabbed my legs. I shrieked as two bright green vines wrapped around my limbs.
“MOM WHAT THE HELL IS THIS! GET THESE THINGS AWA-” I was cut off by a much thicker vine logging itself into my throat. My eyes once again welled up with tears while multiple tendrils clenched onto me. Every time I moved another one would grab hold and the present ones would tighten. Nevertheless I continued screaming.
“I'm sorry my child, there’s something I've avoided telling you. I feed off the life force of living things. Cats, pigeons, people, as long as they’re not close to their death bed I can consume them.” I didn't fully understand what she was saying, but it only made my fear increase.
“Every time I take something from someone, I take them here. I've avoided taking things from you since you're the most precious thing to me. But my sweet baby boy, I've gotten so, so hungry.” Her pitch dropped while developing a defined rasp. I winced further from the nickname.
“I've tried to live off others, but I couldn't resist you anymore when you're so readily available. You’re so full of life, it's been hard not to contain my urges.” she stroked my cheek, frowning at my devastation.
“If I don’t get the nutrients I need, I'll turn into an awful thing. A monster incapable of complex thought that does nothing but destroys.” There was now a vine holding down every joint in my skeletal system, down to my fingers. Multiple small ones had been twisting themselves around my stomach, now making me struggle to breathe.
“Blue Bird, I have given my life to raising you, so please understand you have to give something back to me.” she explained solemnly.
The woven mask snapped off, quickly unraveling the horrifying contents beneath it. My pupils shrunk to pin drops, my screams of agony lessening from shock. My mother’s entire jaw had been dislocated, hanging onto her face by a couple of fleshy threads. The inside of her mouth was a bright blue with scaly gums. Her murky entirely cerulean eyes watered as she began panting. She extended her tongue to an inhuman length, thick saliva rapidly dripping down it. I wanted to believe that she wasn't going to hurt me, through all this she was still my mother. Yet I couldn't convince myself of that. Not when I felt multiple vines move through my body, entering through my mouth, eyes, and nose.
I couldn't bear to look at the thing I once called mom any longer. My ears buzzed while my eardrums were compressed by an increasing number of tubes. Their weight was breaking down the layers of skin and muscle preventing entry into my skull. Every orifice I had was on fire from pressure, yet I could tell this was only the lead-up to a crescendo of pain. A sharp fang poked through the tip of her and stabbed itself into my forehead. It punctured my skin, dragging in a curve. I twitched from the spike circling around my skull, extending my gash. Blood dripped on every side of my head, stinging harsher once the wind's currents grew.
By this point, I’d rather be in a wood chipper than deal with the cascade of agony invading every part of me. The blue-eyed thing licked up the gore flowing down and I wondered how I’d managed to go this entire time without throwing up. Her tongue was akin to sandpaper slathered in chili oil. In a last-ditch attempt to gain some power over the situation, I bit down into the vine as hard as I could. Which only worsened things when a miniature yet equally as strong vine sprung from the one I bit and wrangled my teeth. Forcibly spreading my jaw open further, making room for more to be stuffed in. A couple of tiny ones even slid between my front teeth. Thankfully, no more came after since the goal of the plant had been reached. The dam between the organic tendrils and my brain broke open, allowing each one to set roots in the vital organ. Each crevice of my intellect was invaded by a slithering, rough, nature. The impact was too strong and my senses shut down once more. My struggling limbs stopped what little movement they were capable of. My breathing slowed, my screams fell silent, and my eyes closed with tears still laying behind them. I didn't even realize I was shutting down, it just happened.
I was unconscious for an amount of time I can’t measure but knew was long. When I awoke my body felt infinitely more hollow. A loud ringing permeated my ears as I slowly took breaths. My jaw ached, my throat was painfully dry, and I could feel how cracked my lips were. My body fought with itself to not pass out, desperately trying to hold together.
“It’ll be all better soon,” My mother comforted while grabbing a sharpened knife. I was laying on her bed, but there were towels in place of sheets. Once she pulled my shirt over my head, I started to panic again.
“No, stop,” I mumbled, barely recognizing my weakened muffled voice. She made a series of meticulous cuts on my torso. Once the wound was opened she would squeeze as much blood as possible out of it and bag it away. I looked down, further horrified by the fact my blood was blue.
“I know it hurts, but it’ll be worth it,” She calmly told me as I bled out. The process went on for hours, resulting in me being unable to sleep for days after. I didn't feel safe in my house anymore, I locked myself in my room more than ever. Joining the longest after-school programs and visiting my friend’s house whenever I got the chance. Something my closest friend noticed most, he asked me what was wrong, but I told him it was nothing. I didn't expect him to believe anything about what happened, and the event was too awful for me to bring up. Meanwhile, my mother kept telling me I had a bad dream and that I was just moody. I showed her the scars as evidence but she accused me of making them myself to make her look bad. The next few years were tumultuous and before I knew it the initial incident became one of many. Every year she’d do it more often than the last, and each time it would take longer for me to recover.
It got to the point where the mere sight of gardens would scare me. The scents of my once favorite flowers grew sour, I didn't want to touch butterfly pea tea, and eventually, I couldn't even handle consuming things that are blue. It took me a long time to write this, as I’ve cried at multiple points by recounting what happened. There is a long road to recovery for me, which is even harder since everyone I’ve opened up to has called me crazy, but I'm done letting these memories fester and consume my life. I'm more than the worst things that happened to me.
2023.03.25 00:59 Secret-Tomatillo5044 Queen's Hound
(Vague and brief descriptions of sexual activity, viewer discretion advised)
David took one more look through the window before shutting it. He couldn't have anyone see what was going on. Jack quickly tossed the bound individual through the door. They grunted out of annoyance as opposed to fear. Jack, almost appearing scared, flung the key David gave him to the side and slammed the door.
“Congratulations, you're out of the dog house.” David grinned, calmly walking to the keys, bending down to be at eye level with the individual on the floor. Their look was more neutral than expected, but a tangible spark of malice was present.
“Aw, what's wrong? Don't like being on the floor? I thought you were used to that.” David remarked with forced doe eyes. The person looked away, trying not to engage with the brunette. David dragged them across the ground, sitting them on the couch. They began growling through their cloth gag, gradually wetting it with spit as David stood across from them with the world’s most condescending smile.
“I'd like to say that it's good to see you again, but we both know that would be a lie. I don't have many strong feelings for you, which I think goes for everyone in your life.” He chuckled, leaning towards them to remove their gag. As soon as it was removed they attempted to bite him, though he saw this coming and backed up.
“Ugh, why the fuck did you bring me here?” they spat, wriggling in their restraints.
“I brought you here to clean you up before we meet with Zander again. He's forced me into a deal where I return you so my info won't be leaked.” They rolled their eyes whilst groaning loudly, confusing David.
“Goodness, for someone who’s escaping captivity and torture, you sure aren't very grateful,” David remarked while pulling out a comb from a cloth bag.
“Because I'm not escaping shit! You're the one choosing to get me out of my situation, I don't even get the dignity of leaving because of my efforts!” David took out a folded pink blouse and set it on the table between him and his captive.
“I understand how that can be frustrating if I was in your situation, which I never would be since I would have escaped months ago. I'd be pissed at someone playing doll house with my life too. But that's the thing if you were truly as capable as you claim to be you wouldn't have to wait for my interference.” David walked off to the small kitchen connected to the living room, not paying attention to the specific ways his victim’s hands were moving.
“Please, until you're in my position you can't say that you'd handle it better than me. You can make as many flimsy predictions as you want, but the moment you step into my world your scenarios won't reflect shit.” David shrugged, pulling out a half-empty cup of iced coffee.
“I'd argue against that but I won’t bother since I know you won't listen. I could explain my reasoning in a myriad of ways and you’d still block it out.” The bound individual scoffed.
“Like your one to talk about listening to others. Last I checked, you're the one who's been trying to fix the same milk toast guy since high school no matter how many people tell you it's a waste of time.” David didn't respond, taking a sip of his drink.
“Yeah that made you shut your trap fast didn't it?”
David set his beverage on the table and approached his captive. Joining them on the couch in uncomfortable proximity.
“For a moment yes, but only because I needed a second to word what I'm about to say in a way you’d understand.” he smiled to the chagrin of the captive.
“Zander isn't some random former classmate, I selected him in the same way a breeder selects a dog. I evaluated many others before choosing him. To people like you, my pursuit appears meaningless since you aren't gaining the knowledge I am. If you knew what I knew, you wouldn't be able to resist going further either. I've seen into the mind of this man further than he has. I've run my hands over every inch of his psyche and molded him into a silhouette even closer to my affection. Ideally, I’d create the perfect entity and we'd repeat the process together on another, but I no longer have the time for that.” The bound individual stared dumbfounded. Taking a breath before replying, needing a moment to process the mountain of words that had been thrown at them.
“Wow, you must be the most talented gymnast on the planet for all the mental gymnastics you just did,” they stated bluntly.
“I gotta give you credit, that's the most sensible explanation someone could give for this. Not that it’s saying much since this is completely delusional.” David rolled his eyes, pulling out a pair of light jeans from the same bag as the blouse. The captive looked down at the completed outfit with disgust.
“Well, I described it in the most digestible way I could, but I suppose that doesn't matter since you don't want to give what I've said serious thought. Regardless, I still need to make you look presentable for this exchange. I assume you wouldn’t want me to dress you so I'll untie you and allow you to do it yourself, but don't try to run off because trust me I’ve prepared for that.” They looked down at the garments with disdain. David observed their expression further, there was a hint of sadness. He found it odd at first but soon understood what was wrong.
“I know it's stupid but do you have anything else I can wear? This stuff feels wrong to me.” They commented as David untied their wrists.
“I don't have a lot of masculine clothes in my wardrobe that I think you'd like but I can look. I know that this outfit doesn't reflect your current self but it's what I was provided.” The captive rubbed their wrists and began to free their ankles.
“It’s alright, honestly I didn't expect you to do anything especially after I insulted your logic, so this is a nice surprise.” They said, spreading their legs so they could sit more comfortably.
“I understand the importance of gender affirming clothing, you deserve to wear something that represents you.” Their eyes widened upon hearing the mention of their gender.
“W-wait you know about my identity?!” they asked defensively.
“Yes, and don't worry, I respect it. Jack filled me in on everything involving your gender identity including that your current pronouns are they/them and that your preferred name is Mad Dog. Though even if he didn't make me aware of that, I would have asked about it upon seeing your masculine appearance. Your completely flat chest and stubble didn't go unnoticed by me.” They calmed down, loosening their posture.
“Oh wow, alright, I didn't expect you to take that so well. A lot of people don't understand and just right me off. So I sort of expected the same from you.” David frowned while approaching them.
“That’s unfortunate, I know you have little reason to trust me, but at least trust that I won't purposely misgender or use the wrong name for you.” The feminine individual’s understanding in tandem with his appearance made Mad Dog have questions.
“Alright I trust you with that and it's appreciated but I have to ask. Do you see yourself as something that isn’t male?” David sighed, folding his arms and glancing at the floor.
“I don’t express it to anyone apart from Jack and Jackson, but yes. I see myself as a woman and feel most comfortable when I’m perceived as such. IIt’s been hard since Sophie has actively punished me for being the way I am. Even setting my injectable hormones on fire in front of me” Despite Mad Dog’s heavy dislike of the woman they couldn't help but feel sympathy for her in this instance. For a moment they were even tempted to say sorry, but they couldn't bring themselves to do it.
“Well you're out to me, and I’ll respect your identity as well. You might be a bitch but you still deserve to be addressed correctly.” She laughed, unfolding her arms.
“Hehe, thank you, Mad Dog, now help me get you something to wear.” She responded in a lighter tone than earlier. They followed her into her bedroom as she looked through her suitcase.
“Hmmm, I have a purple button-up, would you like that? I don't think my jeans will fit you well since your legs are noticeably thinner than mine, but you can try them on if you'd like.” They looked around the room as she spoke, as they expected, it was rather barren. They knew that David didn't stay in one place for long so it made sense that she never got time to settle in.
“Were you listening?” she asked, appearing at their side with the dress shirt in hand. They flinched at her sudden appearance, shifting their gaze to the item.
“Oh, nah I'm good just wearing my pants, even though they could probably use a wash.” They rubbed the back of their head, the grease in their hair becoming prevalent as they pulled their hand away.
“You could use a wash too, the stench that surrounds you is quite dreadful. If I was going off scent alone I would really think that you're a stray dog.” She joked, tossing the shirt back onto her bed.
“I'd like to say you're wrong but unfortunately you're spot on,” they responded putting their hands up, she giggled at the gesture.
“I’ll take you to the restroom and let you know what stuff you're allowed to use. I might be feeling merciful but I don't want you using my good shampoo. I won't see you after tonight but I live with my curls every day.” she remarked, poking her textured hair for emphasis.
“Heh, you know I’m starting to get why so many people fall for you. You’re pretty charming when you want to be. With a face like that, I'd almost call you cute.” She was suspicious of the partial compliment, questioning the motive behind it.”
“Awe, you're such a sweetheart, giving me half a compliment after I've shown you kindness.” she crouched slightly and patted her legs.
“Do you want a treat for doing the bare minimum?” She mocked. Mad Dog’s face turned sour in response.
“Ugh, I take it back, guess you can't take a win unless it goes in the exact way you want.” She adjusted her position and shrugged.
“In my eyes, the less you have to compromise the greater the victory.” Before Mad Dog could respond she started walking to the restroom, motioning for them to come along. Once they were inside, David hung up a fresh towel and opened the shower door. Turning the knob clockwise while describing how to adjust the temperature.
“See that 3 in one bottle? That's what I’ll have you use, I’ve never touched the stuff but I keep it as a last resort.” Mad Dog watched her as she explained everything, her body language was relaxed and inviting. Seeing her in such a mundane situation was fascinating. They wondered how someone like her could appear so normal.
“That's good with me, I'm not picky about that kind of thing,” they spoke, removing their raggedy shirt. Her eyes widened at the sight of their nipple piercings and tapered abdominal hair. They smiled at her expression, she looked at them with an embarrassment they couldn't have pictured on her face.
“Jeez calm down lady, I know this isn't the first time you've seen nipple piercings.” they playfully winked, taking off their pants.
“I don't need to be calmed, trust me I've seen better. I’m just surprised by how comfortable you are.” Mad Dog removed their chest jewelry, a subtle smirk developing on their face.
“Nah, at this point my stomach is made of steel, it takes a lot to make me uneasy. Hell, you could see me with my whole cock out and I wouldn't care!” they jested, setting the metal pieces on the countertop. David was taken aback by the crude comment, awkwardly looking away.
“Oh, alright then, anyway I’ll let you get clean. Just don't take too long. Also, the blue washcloth is mine, use the red one.” She responded, trying to hold her composure after Mad Dog’s words painted a strange picture in her mind.
“Heh, I'll make sure to remember that and don't worry about me taking long, I've practically been conditioned into taking short showers.” David nodded, leaving them alone to tidy up. When the door was closed, the woman took a deep breath. Things with Zander were coming to an end whether she liked it or not. She flopped on her couch, allowing the festering dread inside her to take hold. She’d been bottling it up for those around her, but she couldn't take it anymore.
“This is it,” she told herself quietly, staring up at the off-white ceiling.
From the moment she got Sophie’s message about Zander needing to die, cracks began to form.
She couldn't be weak in front of Zander, especially not during their final showdown. She couldn't cry in front of him, she couldn't show how much she’d miss him, she couldn't hold him, she couldn't ask him what he thinks she should do after the game is over. The more she thought about the upcoming meeting the more she dreaded it. Whatever she’d say to him would be heavily condensed and sanitized, which hurt her in a way she couldn't explain. David put her hand in between the couch cushions to retrieve her lucky shirt. A striped tee she'd stolen from Zander’s room towards the beginning of the dare.
“I wish I could be weak around you, you don't understand how much I want to weep into you.” she shakily stated, hugging the cloth.
“I wanted things to end differently, I truly did, but I don't have a choice.” Tears began to develop in her eyes.
“You were so close to reaching me, the way you used your audience was impeccable! If given just a year or so more to live we could have finally been on the same level. Acknowledging the demented elements intrinsic to each other, but still finding happiness.” Water flowed from her eyes as she clung to the clothing item.
“It’s no use though, you’ll be gone before I can even explain any of this. Fuck, I wish I could just have a real conversation with you!” she threw the shirt to the ground, almost throwing herself off the couch along with it. Despite all the time she’d spent with him, she felt like she’d never spoken to him as herself. Come to think of it, she never spoke to anyone as her authentic self. Despite multiple people claiming to have strong feelings about her, in reality, they only felt that way about a fraction of her or a character she’d played. Once Zander was gone, she’d lose the closest thing to a genuine connection.
“No, no, no,” she sobbed, it was all crashing around her. Images of the things she’d done up to this point overlapped in her mind. Highlighting how much she’d put herself through to get to where she is. Years of planning, multiple human lives, all sacrificed for nothing. Each heinous act she’d taken part in was now a meaningless act of violence, making her no better than a bloodthirsty monster. She was content with being morally in the wrong, but she couldn't bear her efforts lacking purpose.
The faint noise of pouring water dissipated as she curled into a ball. She ignored it, sinking further into her sorrow. Zander had told her that she'd need to meet him at a particular time, but at this point, she’d lost track.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Mad Dog rudely asked, kneeling before her with a towel tightly wrapped around their waist. She slowly turned to face them with a distraught expression. Barely processing their presence in the midst of her breakdown.
“These walls ain't that thick, I heard what you were weeping about.” She was upset with their insensitivity but didn't have the energy to respond.
“You’ve done nothing but destroy this man’s life and now that he can finally be free from the hell you’ve created, you're having a hissy fit!” they chastised, with more vitriol than she’d ever heard from them.
“At this point death is a sweet release! If you had even a shred of sanity or real feeling you’d be happy for him!” Her face scrunched up further, she was not equipped to handle their words. She just wanted to process in peace, but they wouldn't let that happen.
“God lady, why the fuck are you breaking down over this?!” they yelled at her, it was too much and she screamed throwing a pillow at their stomach.
“BECAUSE I CAN’T HAVE THIS ALL BE FOR NOTHING!” she shot up and pulled them closer to her by their hair.
“I CAN’T HAVE THE PAST SEVEN YEARS OF MY LIFE BE USELESS! I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’M GOING TO DO AFTER THIS, SO AT THE VERY LEAST I SHOULD BE ABLE TO PROPERLY FINISH THIS! ” she screamed out, spitting into their face. They stared dumbfounded at her as she relinquished her grip. They’d heard about how skilled she was at faking feelings, but they could tell this was real. Regardless, they had little sympathy for her.
“There you go, admit what we both knew. You only care about him dying cause it's not what you’d envisioned in your sick little fantasy. All this pseudo-psychological bullshit is just an excuse to disguise what you actually are. A soulless sadist who doesn't have anything to her outside of fucked up games!” She sobbed, putting her hands over her face to catch her tears.
“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO GO THROUGH LIFE SURROUNDED BY PEOPLE AND FEEL CONSTANTLY ALONE!” she screamed, a hint of venom developing in her tone.
“That’s how I have to interact with people! I can't feel them so I have to analyze and try my best to find joy! It's no secret I'm fucked up, but this is just how I function.” She responded, gaining some more composure. Mad Dog held back a smile when staring at her reddish face. Seeing the usually confident woman weakened satisfied them in multiple ways. Prompting them to continue prodding at her.
“You're still selfish for mourning experiences instead of people. Only giving a shit cause of what you can no longer get out of them.” David’s expression was grim as she gazed back at the long-haired individual.
“I never said I wasn't, besides you do realize that everyone mourns people for experiences right? Just like you’ll be upset that you can't spend time with a family member once they’re gone, I’ll be sad I won't be able to spend time with Zander. My relationship with him is not healthy by traditional standards, hell it's hardly a relationship at this point. But I’ll still miss the time we spent, and sulk over what was taken.” Mad Dog calmed their stance, sitting down at the edge of the couch. Their legs dangled near hers since they were facing toward her.
“You along with most people hate that I can't express real emotions, but when I finally do you get hyper-critical of my reasoning? I’m not asking for sympathy, I'm just asking to be allowed to feel. I don't think you’ll ever understand how crushing it is to sacrifice so much only to fail. Mad Dog, my mother is dead, I gave up the last of my family for this.” They looked down at her, the gleam in her eyes pulled at their heartstrings, a mix of sadism and empathy kicking in. On one hand, they did feel sad seeing someone in such a state, on the other, it was David King. A woman who had set them on a dark path by allowing Sophie to keep them captive. A woman with little respect for them, evidenced by her using them as a bargaining chip with Zander. In that instant, the desire to comfort was matched with the desire to humiliate.
“Okay, that was a pretty good act, you got me a little there honestly. Now, what do you want?” They inquired with a notable drawl.
“If you insist on staying, can I lay with you? I get that it's weird especially since you aren’t dressed yet, so it's fine if you don’t. I just need the feeling of being held” she requested quietly, with her knees to her chest. For Mad Dog, it was hard to say no when she, in their opinion, looked so pathetic. Secretly, they thought her desperation was attractive. So now that she was expressing the need to be touched, they took advantage of the opportunity.
“That's a lot of words to ask for a hug.” They kidded, making her crack a modest smile.
“But yeah, I can do that, at the very least you'll smell better than the last person I laid with,” they commented, trying to sound wholesome to hide their true intentions.
“And who was that?” she questioned, a slightly warmer tone emerging. They picked her up, throwing her over their shoulder. Enjoying the feeling of grabbing her. She was a bit heavy but they didn't complain.
“Hate to break it to you, but Zander, bro gets sweaty as hell during summer nights, meanwhile I have a high tolerance for heat. It was pretty awkward.” She scoffed, tugging on a bit of their wet hair.
“Ah, alright sorry for bringing him up. I know this ain't the time.” They opened the door to her bedroom and dropped her on the bed. The landing was a bit harsh but the plush of the mattress made up for it. The woman got under her comforter and Mad Dog joined her, wrapping their arms around her waist. Their damp body was cold but she didn't care, she just wanted to be held. They gradually got warmer as they stayed by her side and shifted their position. She was still crying as they cuddled her.
“Hey, it'll be okay, you're a skilled lady, you'll land on your feet,” they assured her as her body shook. Her heavy breaths were apparent, she was making them out of distress, but they triggered inappropriate images in Mad Dog’s mind.
“A woman as beautiful as you could probably start modeling.” they complimented, the words catching the woman’s attention.
“Really?” she asked softly,
“Of course! If I didn't know better, I'd start spoiling you the moment we lock eyes,” they playfully answered, wrapping their arms around her waist. She turned to face them, there was a shift in their demeanor. The way they spoke was almost sensual.
“You’ve spent a lot of time working, I say you just become a sugar baby. You're one of the few people in this ugly-ass world who’s hot enough for some rich dude to shower you with gifts.” they partly kidded, moving their arms up to rub her shoulders. At this point, she knew what they were doing. Still, she chose to hold off her comment since she was a sucker for praise.
“Thank you Mad Dog,” she replied, she was no longer crying, which Mad Dog had mixed feelings on.
“Hey, I want to apologize for what I said earlier, I should have left you alone. You deserve better treatment than that and I’ll make an effort to make it up to you.” They smiled, moving their arms to her lower back. Despite the sweet words, their tone was audibly sleazy. It was clear to David what they were holding back.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked innocently, they took a deep breath before responding.
“Are you kidding me? You're so much more than pretty. You're smart, determined, focused, brave, and yeah, pretty sexy.” She smiled smugly, a distinct sheen appearing in her eyes. Confusion overcame Mad Dog as she began giggling.
“What, not used to hearing me say sexy?” The woman’s giggles soon grew into cackling. Mad Dog looked away from her, taking it as a reminder of her insanity.
“Hahaha! I’m sorry, I just think it's so funny that you're blunt about everything, but when it comes to this you feel the need to ease me in! You're so quick to say what’s on your mind, but now you’re trying to be a charmer. It's simply hilarious!” They let go of her and sat themselves up, though her position remained the same.
“What the hell are you talking about? I’m not trying anything, what led me to this point is simple. I made you feel worse when you were crying, felt guilty about it, and agreed to give you sympathy snuggles. That’s it!” Her expression turned serious as she twirled a strand of their long hair.
“You're not good at subtlety, I understand your entire scumbag strategy. First, you’ll try to break down my self-esteem by saying my feelings aren't valid. Second, you’ll swoop in and shower me with compliments so I’ll warm up to you. Lastly, you’ll apologize so you can look like a good guy and convince me to sleep with you. I might be vulnerable but I’m not stupid.” They rubbed their temples, looking down at her with a newfound resentment.
“Okay fine, maybe I saw that you were feeling down and took advantage of the situation. But it's not malicious, it's something to cheer you up. I think it would be a nice experience to take your mind off things. Not much room to use your brain when you're giving it right?” She cringed at their joke.
“Don’t waste my time with these lovey-dovey lies if you just want to get your rocks off. I get it, you think you’ll be such a badass for shoving your dick in the thing that ruined your life.” She pulled the blanket down, exposing the lower half of their body.
“You're a shithead, but honestly, I’ve slept with people worse than you. I’ll do this, but only because I want to see how long your weak ass will last with me.” She pulled off their towel and crawled to the lower half of the bed, pressing her head against their crotch. Mad Dog took a deep breath before she started stroking their genitals. The first few minutes were pleasurable but awkward.
They thought they’d feel strong having such a feared, well-respected woman sleep with them, but they didn't. Sure, physically it was stimulating, especially since this was the first time they were intimate since their bottom surgery, but outside of the catharsis that came with that, it was a rather dull experience. They thought she’d have a lot more energy than she did. David felt entirely neutral, it wasn't awful but there was no chemistry present. She could tell they were disappointed, which added to her annoyance. In truth, she was only doing this because she doubted that she’d get the opportunity to sleep with someone for a while. She never stayed anywhere long enough to form a relationship and her options were limited as a trans woman. There was a hint of additional bitterness knowing that Mad Dog had been in a relationship with Zander.
Why did they get to go on fun movie dates and hang out with his friends? She’d kill to have one more positive interaction with him. He was vanilla personified, which is what she loved about him. He was so malleable, just a couple of well-mixed ingredients and he’d be something entirely new. Still, the base of his identity was endearing enough on its own. The more she thought about him the more she wished she was being intimate with him instead. She never thought of him in a lewd manner before, but the idea was beginning to sound enticing. She knew he didn't have long, so wouldn't it be nice to pleasure him before his inevitable loss? It was morbid, but it was preferable to reality.
“God I miss you~” she murmured with her eyes shut as she thought of him. Mad Dog looked down at her with confusion. She laid on her back and pulled them in deeper, they shivered from the feeling.
She could picture it clearly, him gazing at her with a mixture of arousal and disgust. An ounce of frustration let out with each movement. The conflicting thoughts that would run through his mind were already enough to motivate her. It was such an intriguing prospect that she began to yearn for it. Almost entirely blocking Mad Dog’s presence from her mind, imagining her favorite little purebred instead. Mad Dog didn't know why she suddenly became so passionate but it didn't matter to them. They were getting a better experience so the reasoning was irrelevant in their eyes. The long-haired individual got harsher as they continued, getting animalistic with how they handled her. She said some strange things that didn't apply to them but it was easy to ignore in their lustful pride-infused haze. The bigger the reaction, the more successful they felt. Though, in the end, they had run out of stamina faster than her.
“Oh fuck, we did it.” they huffed, laying down in a sweaty heap. She got off them, stretching her back. Her bottom was sore, the fresh bite marks stung, and her skin was still reddish in certain areas.
“You're lucky I wasn't thinking about you, or else this would have ended a lot faster.” she snarled, hopping off the bed. They smirked, as unflattering as it was to admit, this was the best time they’d ever had.
“Yeah whatever, I put in work, and it paid off, so you could be picturing my ex for all I care.” they laughed weakly, coughing midway through.
“Good to know, 'cause that’s exactly who was on my mind,” she responded smugly, knowing it would upset them. Their laughter stopped, turning into a disappointed groan.
“Fuck lady, you seriously can't get this guy out of your head for a millisecond.” they chastised, she looked back at them while pulling a teal dress out of a bag.
“I’m not sure if you have the right to complain since you're the one who tried to emotionally break me down so I’d let you fuck me.” they darted their eyes away with a hint of guilt.
“Thanks to you both of us will probably arrive half an hour late, now get dressed.” she sternly commanded, her voice displaying the power they wish they’d gained from the experience long term. They got their clothes back on while she ironed her dress. Once the wrinkles were out she went into the bathroom to wash the smell of sex away. Mad Dog sat on the couch and flicked on the TV while waiting for her. As they channel surfed fatigue settled in, making them drift off to sleep.
In their slumber, they relived the day they met David. Up until this point they’d heard of her but had never interacted with her. When she came into their holding cell she appeared soulless, an unfeeling machine disguised as a human. Anger clouded over them when they saw her. If they weren't chained up, they would have lunged and bitten her face off like a rabid dog. Not because they hated her, but because they hated that she put them in such an inferior position. Throughout their life, they were forced to be a victim in many regards. So being the kidnapped love interest in a cage was the last straw. From that day onward, they promised themselves that they’d do something to assert power over her when she was at her weakest.
“Anything you want to say to me?” David asked, wrapping duct tape around their wrists. They jolted up, peering down to find that their ankles had gotten the same treatment.
“Oh, shit, we’re leaving now?” They asked sleepily, meeting her gaze again. She was wearing sleek dark makeup that complimented every one of her facial features. They were surprised by the elegance that radiated from her.
“Yes we are, and I’ll have to tape your mouth soon so if you have anything to say you have to say it now.” they frowned, there were a lot of things they wanted to say. They’d experienced so much emotional whiplash with her that it was hard to condense their thoughts into a few parting words. She rolled more tape, attempting to apply it to their face.
“Wait, I have something! They yelled, causing her to abruptly jerk her hands away.
“When this is over you should start focusing on yourself. Not Sophie, not psychology, not any crazy dares. I think your main issue is that you build your life around achieving goals or getting answers to questions that apply to others. If you spent some quality time finding yourself, I think you could not only be a better person but happier overall too.” She was speechless, she hadn't expected something so profound from them. The words cut deep, making her realize how little she knew about herself. Maybe that was the core reason why she didn't want to be alone, ‘cause if she was, then she wouldn't even have herself to keep her company. She fell into a slight haze while taking in their words, snapping back to reality when the roll of tape fell out of her hand.
“Oh shit,” she murmured, bending over to grab it. Mad Dog smiled at her moment of clumsiness, wishing they’d gotten to know that stripped-back, human version of the woman more. David ripped off the piece she first unraveled, applying it to Mad Dog’s cheek with embarrassment upon realizing how short it was. They let out a final snicker, finding her mundane error to be the most endearing thing they’d seen from her. David sighed while wrapping the multiple layers of duct tape around their head. Soon their face was replaced by a gray adhesive cocoon, with nothing more than their hickory brown eyes visible. Gazing into her reflection in their sclera, she uttered her final words to them.
“This whole night has been a roller coaster, and while I can't call you a friend, I can thank you for the experience. You made me address issues that have been festering for years, something I didn't think anyone could do. I might not like you, but I don’t hate you either. If you know anything about me, you know I love seeing people develop their own type of strength, which you’ve done. So for that, I give well wishes, goodbye Mad Dog.”
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David took one more look through the window before shutting it. He couldn't have anyone see what was going on. Jack quickly tossed the bound individual through the door. They grunted out of annoyance as opposed to fear. Jack, almost appearing scared, flung the key David gave him to the side and slammed the door.
“Congratulations, you're out of the dog house.” David grinned, calmly walking to the keys, bending down to be at eye level with the individual on the floor. Their look was more neutral than expected, but a tangible spark of malice was present.
“Aw, what's wrong? Don't like being on the floor? I thought you were used to that.” David remarked with forced doe eyes. The person looked away, trying not to engage with the brunette. David dragged them across the ground, sitting them on the couch. They began growling through their cloth gag, gradually wetting it with spit as David stood across from them with the world’s most condescending smile.
“I'd like to say that it's good to see you again, but we both know that would be a lie. I don't have many strong feelings for you, which I think goes for everyone in your life.” He chuckled, leaning towards them to remove their gag. As soon as it was removed they attempted to bite him, though he saw this coming and backed up.
“Ugh, why the fuck did you bring me here?” they spat, wriggling in their restraints.
“I brought you here to clean you up before we meet with Zander again. He's forced me into a deal where I return you so my info won't be leaked.” They rolled their eyes whilst groaning loudly, confusing David.
“Goodness, for someone who’s escaping captivity and torture, you sure aren't very grateful,” David remarked while pulling out a comb from a cloth bag.
“Because I'm not escaping shit! You're the one choosing to get me out of my situation, I don't even get the dignity of leaving because of my efforts!” David took out a folded pink blouse and set it on the table between him and his captive.
“I understand how that can be frustrating if I was in your situation, which I never would be since I would have escaped months ago. I'd be pissed at someone playing doll house with my life too. But that's the thing if you were truly as capable as you claim to be you wouldn't have to wait for my interference.” David walked off to the small kitchen connected to the living room, not paying attention to the specific ways his victim’s hands were moving.
“Please, until you're in my position you can't say that you'd handle it better than me. You can make as many flimsy predictions as you want, but the moment you step into my world your scenarios won't reflect shit.” David shrugged, pulling out a half-empty cup of iced coffee.
“I'd argue against that but I won’t bother since I know you won't listen. I could explain my reasoning in a myriad of ways and you’d still block it out.” The bound individual scoffed.
“Like your one to talk about listening to others. Last I checked, you're the one who's been trying to fix the same milk toast guy since high school no matter how many people tell you it's a waste of time.” David didn't respond, taking a sip of his drink.
“Yeah that made you shut your trap fast didn't it?”
David set his beverage on the table and approached his captive. Joining them on the couch in uncomfortable proximity.
“For a moment yes, but only because I needed a second to word what I'm about to say in a way you’d understand.” he smiled to the chagrin of the captive.
“Zander isn't some random former classmate, I selected him in the same way a breeder selects a dog. I evaluated many others before choosing him. To people like you, my pursuit appears meaningless since you aren't gaining the knowledge I am. If you knew what I knew, you wouldn't be able to resist going further either. I've seen into the mind of this man further than he has. I've run my hands over every inch of his psyche and molded him into a silhouette even closer to my affection. Ideally, I’d create the perfect entity and we'd repeat the process together on another, but I no longer have the time for that.” The bound individual stared dumbfounded. Taking a breath before replying, needing a moment to process the mountain of words that had been thrown at them.
“Wow, you must be the most talented gymnast on the planet for all the mental gymnastics you just did,” they stated bluntly.
“I gotta give you credit, that's the most sensible explanation someone could give for this. Not that it’s saying much since this is completely delusional.” David rolled his eyes, pulling out a pair of light jeans from the same bag as the blouse. The captive looked down at the completed outfit with disgust.
“Well, I described it in the most digestible way I could, but I suppose that doesn't matter since you don't want to give what I've said serious thought. Regardless, I still need to make you look presentable for this exchange. I assume you wouldn’t want me to dress you so I'll untie you and allow you to do it yourself, but don't try to run off because trust me I’ve prepared for that.” They looked down at the garments with disdain. David observed their expression further, there was a hint of sadness. He found it odd at first but soon understood what was wrong.
“I know it's stupid but do you have anything else I can wear? This stuff feels wrong to me.” They commented as David untied their wrists.
“I don't have a lot of masculine clothes in my wardrobe that I think you'd like but I can look. I know that this outfit doesn't reflect your current self but it's what I was provided.” The captive rubbed their wrists and began to free their ankles.
“It’s alright, honestly I didn't expect you to do anything especially after I insulted your logic, so this is a nice surprise.” They said, spreading their legs so they could sit more comfortably.
“I understand the importance of gender affirming clothing, you deserve to wear something that represents you.” Their eyes widened upon hearing the mention of their gender.
“W-wait you know about my identity?!” they asked defensively.
“Yes, and don't worry, I respect it. Jack filled me in on everything involving your gender identity including that your current pronouns are they/them and that your preferred name is Mad Dog. Though even if he didn't make me aware of that, I would have asked about it upon seeing your masculine appearance. Your completely flat chest and stubble didn't go unnoticed by me.” They calmed down, loosening their posture.
“Oh wow, alright, I didn't expect you to take that so well. A lot of people don't understand and just right me off. So I sort of expected the same from you.” David frowned while approaching them.
“That’s unfortunate, I know you have little reason to trust me, but at least trust that I won't purposely misgender or use the wrong name for you.” The feminine individual’s understanding in tandem with his appearance made Mad Dog have questions.
“Alright I trust you with that and it's appreciated but I have to ask. Do you see yourself as something that isn’t male?” David sighed, folding his arms and glancing at the floor.
“I don’t express it to anyone apart from Jack and Jackson, but yes. I see myself as a woman and feel most comfortable when I’m perceived as such. IIt’s been hard since Sophie has actively punished me for being the way I am. Even setting my injectable hormones on fire in front of me” Despite Mad Dog’s heavy dislike of the woman they couldn't help but feel sympathy for her in this instance. For a moment they were even tempted to say sorry, but they couldn't bring themselves to do it.
“Well you're out to me, and I’ll respect your identity as well. You might be a bitch but you still deserve to be addressed correctly.” She laughed, unfolding her arms.
“Hehe, thank you, Mad Dog, now help me get you something to wear.” She responded in a lighter tone than earlier. They followed her into her bedroom as she looked through her suitcase.
“Hmmm, I have a purple button-up, would you like that? I don't think my jeans will fit you well since your legs are noticeably thinner than mine, but you can try them on if you'd like.” They looked around the room as she spoke, as they expected, it was rather barren. They knew that David didn't stay in one place for long so it made sense that she never got time to settle in.
“Were you listening?” she asked, appearing at their side with the dress shirt in hand. They flinched at her sudden appearance, shifting their gaze to the item.
“Oh, nah I'm good just wearing my pants, even though they could probably use a wash.” They rubbed the back of their head, the grease in their hair becoming prevalent as they pulled their hand away.
“You could use a wash too, the stench that surrounds you is quite dreadful. If I was going off scent alone I would really think that you're a stray dog.” She joked, tossing the shirt back onto her bed.
“I'd like to say you're wrong but unfortunately you're spot on,” they responded putting their hands up, she giggled at the gesture.
“I’ll take you to the restroom and let you know what stuff you're allowed to use. I might be feeling merciful but I don't want you using my good shampoo. I won't see you after tonight but I live with my curls every day.” she remarked, poking her textured hair for emphasis.
“Heh, you know I’m starting to get why so many people fall for you. You’re pretty charming when you want to be. With a face like that, I'd almost call you cute.” She was suspicious of the partial compliment, questioning the motive behind it.”
“Awe, you're such a sweetheart, giving me half a compliment after I've shown you kindness.” she crouched slightly and patted her legs.
“Do you want a treat for doing the bare minimum?” She mocked. Mad Dog’s face turned sour in response.
“Ugh, I take it back, guess you can't take a win unless it goes in the exact way you want.” She adjusted her position and shrugged.
“In my eyes, the less you have to compromise the greater the victory.” Before Mad Dog could respond she started walking to the restroom, motioning for them to come along. Once they were inside, David hung up a fresh towel and opened the shower door. Turning the knob clockwise while describing how to adjust the temperature.
“See that 3 in one bottle? That's what I’ll have you use, I’ve never touched the stuff but I keep it as a last resort.” Mad Dog watched her as she explained everything, her body language was relaxed and inviting. Seeing her in such a mundane situation was fascinating. They wondered how someone like her could appear so normal.
“That's good with me, I'm not picky about that kind of thing,” they spoke, removing their raggedy shirt. Her eyes widened at the sight of their nipple piercings and tapered abdominal hair. They smiled at her expression, she looked at them with an embarrassment they couldn't have pictured on her face.
“Jeez calm down lady, I know this isn't the first time you've seen nipple piercings.” they playfully winked, taking off their pants.
“I don't need to be calmed, trust me I've seen better. I’m just surprised by how comfortable you are.” Mad Dog removed their chest jewelry, a subtle smirk developing on their face.
“Nah, at this point my stomach is made of steel, it takes a lot to make me uneasy. Hell, you could see me with my whole cock out and I wouldn't care!” they jested, setting the metal pieces on the countertop. David was taken aback by the crude comment, awkwardly looking away.
“Oh, alright then, anyway I’ll let you get clean. Just don't take too long. Also, the blue washcloth is mine, use the red one.” She responded, trying to hold her composure after Mad Dog’s words painted a strange picture in her mind.
“Heh, I'll make sure to remember that and don't worry about me taking long, I've practically been conditioned into taking short showers.” David nodded, leaving them alone to tidy up. When the door was closed, the woman took a deep breath. Things with Zander were coming to an end whether she liked it or not. She flopped on her couch, allowing the festering dread inside her to take hold. She’d been bottling it up for those around her, but she couldn't take it anymore.
“This is it,” she told herself quietly, staring up at the off-white ceiling.
From the moment she got Sophie’s message about Zander needing to die, cracks began to form.
She couldn't be weak in front of Zander, especially not during their final showdown. She couldn't cry in front of him, she couldn't show how much she’d miss him, she couldn't hold him, she couldn't ask him what he thinks she should do after the game is over. The more she thought about the upcoming meeting the more she dreaded it. Whatever she’d say to him would be heavily condensed and sanitized, which hurt her in a way she couldn't explain. David put her hand in between the couch cushions to retrieve her lucky shirt. A striped tee she'd stolen from Zander’s room towards the beginning of the dare.
“I wish I could be weak around you, you don't understand how much I want to weep into you.” she shakily stated, hugging the cloth.
“I wanted things to end differently, I truly did, but I don't have a choice.” Tears began to develop in her eyes.
“You were so close to reaching me, the way you used your audience was impeccable! If given just a year or so more to live we could have finally been on the same level. Acknowledging the demented elements intrinsic to each other, but still finding happiness.” Water flowed from her eyes as she clung to the clothing item.
“It’s no use though, you’ll be gone before I can even explain any of this. Fuck, I wish I could just have a real conversation with you!” she threw the shirt to the ground, almost throwing herself off the couch along with it. Despite all the time she’d spent with him, she felt like she’d never spoken to him as herself. Come to think of it, she never spoke to anyone as her authentic self. Despite multiple people claiming to have strong feelings about her, in reality, they only felt that way about a fraction of her or a character she’d played. Once Zander was gone, she’d lose the closest thing to a genuine connection.
“No, no, no,” she sobbed, it was all crashing around her. Images of the things she’d done up to this point overlapped in her mind. Highlighting how much she’d put herself through to get to where she is. Years of planning, multiple human lives, all sacrificed for nothing. Each heinous act she’d taken part in was now a meaningless act of violence, making her no better than a bloodthirsty monster. She was content with being morally in the wrong, but she couldn't bear her efforts lacking purpose.
The faint noise of pouring water dissipated as she curled into a ball. She ignored it, sinking further into her sorrow. Zander had told her that she'd need to meet him at a particular time, but at this point, she’d lost track.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Mad Dog rudely asked, kneeling before her with a towel tightly wrapped around their waist. She slowly turned to face them with a distraught expression. Barely processing their presence in the midst of her breakdown.
“These walls ain't that thick, I heard what you were weeping about.” She was upset with their insensitivity but didn't have the energy to respond.
“You’ve done nothing but destroy this man’s life and now that he can finally be free from the hell you’ve created, you're having a hissy fit!” they chastised, with more vitriol than she’d ever heard from them.
“At this point death is a sweet release! If you had even a shred of sanity or real feeling you’d be happy for him!” Her face scrunched up further, she was not equipped to handle their words. She just wanted to process in peace, but they wouldn't let that happen.
“God lady, why the fuck are you breaking down over this?!” they yelled at her, it was too much and she screamed throwing a pillow at their stomach.
“BECAUSE I CAN’T HAVE THIS ALL BE FOR NOTHING!” she shot up and pulled them closer to her by their hair.
“I CAN’T HAVE THE PAST SEVEN YEARS OF MY LIFE BE USELESS! I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’M GOING TO DO AFTER THIS, SO AT THE VERY LEAST I SHOULD BE ABLE TO PROPERLY FINISH THIS! ” she screamed out, spitting into their face. They stared dumbfounded at her as she relinquished her grip. They’d heard about how skilled she was at faking feelings, but they could tell this was real. Regardless, they had little sympathy for her.
“There you go, admit what we both knew. You only care about him dying cause it's not what you’d envisioned in your sick little fantasy. All this pseudo-psychological bullshit is just an excuse to disguise what you actually are. A soulless sadist who doesn't have anything to her outside of fucked up games!” She sobbed, putting her hands over her face to catch her tears.
“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO GO THROUGH LIFE SURROUNDED BY PEOPLE AND FEEL CONSTANTLY ALONE!” she screamed, a hint of venom developing in her tone.
“That’s how I have to interact with people! I can't feel them so I have to analyze and try my best to find joy! It's no secret I'm fucked up, but this is just how I function.” She responded, gaining some more composure. Mad Dog held back a smile when staring at her reddish face. Seeing the usually confident woman weakened satisfied them in multiple ways. Prompting them to continue prodding at her.
“You're still selfish for mourning experiences instead of people. Only giving a shit cause of what you can no longer get out of them.” David’s expression was grim as she gazed back at the long-haired individual.
“I never said I wasn't, besides you do realize that everyone mourns people for experiences right? Just like you’ll be upset that you can't spend time with a family member once they’re gone, I’ll be sad I won't be able to spend time with Zander. My relationship with him is not healthy by traditional standards, hell it's hardly a relationship at this point. But I’ll still miss the time we spent, and sulk over what was taken.” Mad Dog calmed their stance, sitting down at the edge of the couch. Their legs dangled near hers since they were facing toward her.
“You along with most people hate that I can't express real emotions, but when I finally do you get hyper-critical of my reasoning? I’m not asking for sympathy, I'm just asking to be allowed to feel. I don't think you’ll ever understand how crushing it is to sacrifice so much only to fail. Mad Dog, my mother is dead, I gave up the last of my family for this.” They looked down at her, the gleam in her eyes pulled at their heartstrings, a mix of sadism and empathy kicking in. On one hand, they did feel sad seeing someone in such a state, on the other, it was David King. A woman who had set them on a dark path by allowing Sophie to keep them captive. A woman with little respect for them, evidenced by her using them as a bargaining chip with Zander. In that instant, the desire to comfort was matched with the desire to humiliate.
“Okay, that was a pretty good act, you got me a little there honestly. Now, what do you want?” They inquired with a notable drawl.
“If you insist on staying, can I lay with you? I get that it's weird especially since you aren’t dressed yet, so it's fine if you don’t. I just need the feeling of being held” she requested quietly, with her knees to her chest. For Mad Dog, it was hard to say no when she, in their opinion, looked so pathetic. Secretly, they thought her desperation was attractive. So now that she was expressing the need to be touched, they took advantage of the opportunity.
“That's a lot of words to ask for a hug.” They kidded, making her crack a modest smile.
“But yeah, I can do that, at the very least you'll smell better than the last person I laid with,” they commented, trying to sound wholesome to hide their true intentions.
“And who was that?” she questioned, a slightly warmer tone emerging. They picked her up, throwing her over their shoulder. Enjoying the feeling of grabbing her. She was a bit heavy but they didn't complain.
“Hate to break it to you, but Zander, bro gets sweaty as hell during summer nights, meanwhile I have a high tolerance for heat. It was pretty awkward.” She scoffed, tugging on a bit of their wet hair.
“Ah, alright sorry for bringing him up. I know this ain't the time.” They opened the door to her bedroom and dropped her on the bed. The landing was a bit harsh but the plush of the mattress made up for it. The woman got under her comforter and Mad Dog joined her, wrapping their arms around her waist. Their damp body was cold but she didn't care, she just wanted to be held. They gradually got warmer as they stayed by her side and shifted their position. She was still crying as they cuddled her.
“Hey, it'll be okay, you're a skilled lady, you'll land on your feet,” they assured her as her body shook. Her heavy breaths were apparent, she was making them out of distress, but they triggered inappropriate images in Mad Dog’s mind.
“A woman as beautiful as you could probably start modeling.” they complimented, the words catching the woman’s attention.
“Really?” she asked softly,
“Of course! If I didn't know better, I'd start spoiling you the moment we lock eyes,” they playfully answered, wrapping their arms around her waist. She turned to face them, there was a shift in their demeanor. The way they spoke was almost sensual.
“You’ve spent a lot of time working, I say you just become a sugar baby. You're one of the few people in this ugly-ass world who’s hot enough for some rich dude to shower you with gifts.” they partly kidded, moving their arms up to rub her shoulders. At this point, she knew what they were doing. Still, she chose to hold off her comment since she was a sucker for praise.
“Thank you Mad Dog,” she replied, she was no longer crying, which Mad Dog had mixed feelings on.
“Hey, I want to apologize for what I said earlier, I should have left you alone. You deserve better treatment than that and I’ll make an effort to make it up to you.” They smiled, moving their arms to her lower back. Despite the sweet words, their tone was audibly sleazy. It was clear to David what they were holding back.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked innocently, they took a deep breath before responding.
“Are you kidding me? You're so much more than pretty. You're smart, determined, focused, brave, and yeah, pretty sexy.” She smiled smugly, a distinct sheen appearing in her eyes. Confusion overcame Mad Dog as she began giggling.
“What, not used to hearing me say sexy?” The woman’s giggles soon grew into cackling. Mad Dog looked away from her, taking it as a reminder of her insanity.
“Hahaha! I’m sorry, I just think it's so funny that you're blunt about everything, but when it comes to this you feel the need to ease me in! You're so quick to say what’s on your mind, but now you’re trying to be a charmer. It's simply hilarious!” They let go of her and sat themselves up, though her position remained the same.
“What the hell are you talking about? I’m not trying anything, what led me to this point is simple. I made you feel worse when you were crying, felt guilty about it, and agreed to give you sympathy snuggles. That’s it!” Her expression turned serious as she twirled a strand of their long hair.
“You're not good at subtlety, I understand your entire scumbag strategy. First, you’ll try to break down my self-esteem by saying my feelings aren't valid. Second, you’ll swoop in and shower me with compliments so I’ll warm up to you. Lastly, you’ll apologize so you can look like a good guy and convince me to sleep with you. I might be vulnerable but I’m not stupid.” They rubbed their temples, looking down at her with a newfound resentment.
“Okay fine, maybe I saw that you were feeling down and took advantage of the situation. But it's not malicious, it's something to cheer you up. I think it would be a nice experience to take your mind off things. Not much room to use your brain when you're giving it right?” She cringed at their joke.
“Don’t waste my time with these lovey-dovey lies if you just want to get your rocks off. I get it, you think you’ll be such a badass for shoving your dick in the thing that ruined your life.” She pulled the blanket down, exposing the lower half of their body.
“You're a shithead, but honestly, I’ve slept with people worse than you. I’ll do this, but only because I want to see how long your weak ass will last with me.” She pulled off their towel and crawled to the lower half of the bed, pressing her head against their crotch. Mad Dog took a deep breath before she started stroking their genitals. The first few minutes were pleasurable but awkward.
They thought they’d feel strong having such a feared, well-respected woman sleep with them, but they didn't. Sure, physically it was stimulating, especially since this was the first time they were intimate since their bottom surgery, but outside of the catharsis that came with that, it was a rather dull experience. They thought she’d have a lot more energy than she did. David felt entirely neutral, it wasn't awful but there was no chemistry present. She could tell they were disappointed, which added to her annoyance. In truth, she was only doing this because she doubted that she’d get the opportunity to sleep with someone for a while. She never stayed anywhere long enough to form a relationship and her options were limited as a trans woman. There was a hint of additional bitterness knowing that Mad Dog had been in a relationship with Zander.
Why did they get to go on fun movie dates and hang out with his friends? She’d kill to have one more positive interaction with him. He was vanilla personified, which is what she loved about him. He was so malleable, just a couple of well-mixed ingredients and he’d be something entirely new. Still, the base of his identity was endearing enough on its own. The more she thought about him the more she wished she was being intimate with him instead. She never thought of him in a lewd manner before, but the idea was beginning to sound enticing. She knew he didn't have long, so wouldn't it be nice to pleasure him before his inevitable loss? It was morbid, but it was preferable to reality.
“God I miss you~” she murmured with her eyes shut as she thought of him. Mad Dog looked down at her with confusion. She laid on her back and pulled them in deeper, they shivered from the feeling.
She could picture it clearly, him gazing at her with a mixture of arousal and disgust. An ounce of frustration let out with each movement. The conflicting thoughts that would run through his mind were already enough to motivate her. It was such an intriguing prospect that she began to yearn for it. Almost entirely blocking Mad Dog’s presence from her mind, imagining her favorite little purebred instead. Mad Dog didn't know why she suddenly became so passionate but it didn't matter to them. They were getting a better experience so the reasoning was irrelevant in their eyes. The long-haired individual got harsher as they continued, getting animalistic with how they handled her. She said some strange things that didn't apply to them but it was easy to ignore in their lustful pride-infused haze. The bigger the reaction, the more successful they felt. Though, in the end, they had run out of stamina faster than her.
“Oh fuck, we did it.” they huffed, laying down in a sweaty heap. She got off them, stretching her back. Her bottom was sore, the fresh bite marks stung, and her skin was still reddish in certain areas.
“You're lucky I wasn't thinking about you, or else this would have ended a lot faster.” she snarled, hopping off the bed. They smirked, as unflattering as it was to admit, this was the best time they’d ever had.
“Yeah whatever, I put in work, and it paid off, so you could be picturing my ex for all I care.” they laughed weakly, coughing midway through.
“Good to know, 'cause that’s exactly who was on my mind,” she responded smugly, knowing it would upset them. Their laughter stopped, turning into a disappointed groan.
“Fuck lady, you seriously can't get this guy out of your head for a millisecond.” they chastised, she looked back at them while pulling a teal dress out of a bag.
“I’m not sure if you have the right to complain since you're the one who tried to emotionally break me down so I’d let you fuck me.” they darted their eyes away with a hint of guilt.
“Thanks to you both of us will probably arrive half an hour late, now get dressed.” she sternly commanded, her voice displaying the power they wish they’d gained from the experience long term. They got their clothes back on while she ironed her dress. Once the wrinkles were out she went into the bathroom to wash the smell of sex away. Mad Dog sat on the couch and flicked on the TV while waiting for her. As they channel surfed fatigue settled in, making them drift off to sleep.
In their slumber, they relived the day they met David. Up until this point they’d heard of her but had never interacted with her. When she came into their holding cell she appeared soulless, an unfeeling machine disguised as a human. Anger clouded over them when they saw her. If they weren't chained up, they would have lunged and bitten her face off like a rabid dog. Not because they hated her, but because they hated that she put them in such an inferior position. Throughout their life, they were forced to be a victim in many regards. So being the kidnapped love interest in a cage was the last straw. From that day onward, they promised themselves that they’d do something to assert power over her when she was at her weakest.
“Anything you want to say to me?” David asked, wrapping duct tape around their wrists. They jolted up, peering down to find that their ankles had gotten the same treatment.
“Oh, shit, we’re leaving now?” They asked sleepily, meeting her gaze again. She was wearing sleek dark makeup that complimented every one of her facial features. They were surprised by the elegance that radiated from her.
“Yes we are, and I’ll have to tape your mouth soon so if you have anything to say you have to say it now.” they frowned, there were a lot of things they wanted to say. They’d experienced so much emotional whiplash with her that it was hard to condense their thoughts into a few parting words. She rolled more tape, attempting to apply it to their face.
“Wait, I have something! They yelled, causing her to abruptly jerk her hands away.
“When this is over you should start focusing on yourself. Not Sophie, not psychology, not any crazy dares. I think your main issue is that you build your life around achieving goals or getting answers to questions that apply to others. If you spent some quality time finding yourself, I think you could not only be a better person but happier overall too.” She was speechless, she hadn't expected something so profound from them. The words cut deep, making her realize how little she knew about herself. Maybe that was the core reason why she didn't want to be alone, ‘cause if she was, then she wouldn't even have herself to keep her company. She fell into a slight haze while taking in their words, snapping back to reality when the roll of tape fell out of her hand.
“Oh shit,” she murmured, bending over to grab it. Mad Dog smiled at her moment of clumsiness, wishing they’d gotten to know that stripped-back, human version of the woman more. David ripped off the piece she first unraveled, applying it to Mad Dog’s cheek with embarrassment upon realizing how short it was. They let out a final snicker, finding her mundane error to be the most endearing thing they’d seen from her. David sighed while wrapping the multiple layers of duct tape around their head. Soon their face was replaced by a gray adhesive cocoon, with nothing more than their hickory brown eyes visible. Gazing into her reflection in their sclera, she uttered her final words to them.
“This whole night has been a roller coaster, and while I can't call you a friend, I can thank you for the experience. You made me address issues that have been festering for years, something I didn't think anyone could do. I might not like you, but I don’t hate you either. If you know anything about me, you know I love seeing people develop their own type of strength, which you’ve done. So for that, I give well wishes, goodbye Mad Dog.”
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2023.03.25 00:31 _Triple_ [STORE] 900+ KNIVES/GLOVES/SKINS, 50.000$+ INVENTORY. M9 Fade, M4 Poseidon, Kara Gamma, BFK Freehand, BFK Bright Water, Spec Gloves Kimono, Nomad Fade, M9 Doppler, Skeleton, BFK B.Steel, AWP Fade, Stiletto Fade, S.Gloves Slingshot, BFK Ultra, Kara Damas, Bayo Lore, Bayo Gamma, Flip Fade & A Lot More
Everything in my inventory is up for trade. The most valuable items are listed here, the rest you can find in My Inventory
Feel free to Add Me or even better send a Trade Offer. Open for any suggestions: upgrades, downgrades / knives, gloves, skins / stickers, patterns, floats.
All Buyouts are listed in cash value.
KNIVES
★ Butterfly Knife Freehand FN #1, B/O: $1867
★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water MW, B/O: $1098
★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel BS, B/O: $907
★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet FT, B/O: $789
★ Butterfly Knife Stained FT, B/O: $695
⎯★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth MW #1, B/O: $888
★ Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $727
★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 2) FN, B/O: $608
★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $521
★ Bayonet Rust Coat BS, B/O: $253
★ Bayonet Night FT, B/O: $251
★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Lore MW, B/O: $751
⎯★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $1343
★ Karambit Damascus Steel FT, B/O: $774
★ Karambit Rust Coat BS, B/O: $537
★ Karambit Boreal Forest FT, B/O: $488
⎯★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN, B/O: $1523
★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN, B/O: $1523
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $1008
★ M9 Bayonet Blue Steel FT, B/O: $534
★ M9 Bayonet Rust Coat BS, B/O: $449
⎯★ Flip Knife Fade FN, B/O: $703
★ Flip Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 1) MW, B/O: $509
★ Flip Knife Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $406
★ Flip Knife Freehand FT, B/O: $228
★ StatTrak™ Flip Knife Bright Water FN, B/O: $332
⎯★ Falchion Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN, B/O: $292
★ Falchion Knife Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $264
★ Falchion Knife Marble Fade FN, B/O: $258
★ Falchion Knife Bright Water MW, B/O: $133
⎯★ Stiletto Knife Fade FN, B/O: $822
★ Stiletto Knife Slaughter FN, B/O: $569
★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $530
★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web FT, B/O: $396
★ StatTrak™ Stiletto Knife Scorched FT, B/O: $172
⎯★ Gut Knife Doppler (Sapphire) MW #1, B/O: $830
★ Gut Knife Fade FN, B/O: $204
★ Gut Knife Tiger Tooth FN, B/O: $138
★ Gut Knife Bright Water MW, B/O: $104
★ Gut Knife Freehand FT, B/O: $92
★ Gut Knife Urban Masked FT, B/O: $82
★ StatTrak™ Gut Knife Rust Coat BS, B/O: $93
⎯★ Shadow Daggers Fade FN, B/O: $258
★ Shadow Daggers Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $165
★ Shadow Daggers Blue Steel FT, B/O: $82
★ Shadow Daggers Bright Water FT, B/O: $82
★ Shadow Daggers Blue Steel WW, B/O: $80
★ Shadow Daggers Rust Coat BS, B/O: $74
★ StatTrak™ Shadow Daggers Marble Fade FN, B/O: $186
⎯★ Classic Knife Slaughter MW, B/O: $311
★ StatTrak™ Classic Knife Stained BS, B/O: $163
⎯★ Talon Knife Slaughter MW, B/O: $605
★ Talon Knife Scorched MW, B/O: $290
⎯★ Ursus Knife Marble Fade FN, B/O: $405
★ Ursus Knife Night Stripe MW, B/O: $162
⎯★ Paracord Knife Stained WW, B/O: $125
★ Paracord Knife Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $97
★ Paracord Knife Safari Mesh FT, B/O: $96
⎯★ Navaja Knife Safari Mesh FT, B/O: $71
★ Navaja Knife Scorched WW, B/O: $71
⎯★ Nomad Knife Fade FN, B/O: $1015
★ Skeleton Knife, B/O: $909
★ Bowie Knife Boreal Forest MW, B/O: $106
★ Survival Knife Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $97
GLOVES
★ Driver Gloves Crimson Weave FT, B/O: $335
★ Driver Gloves King Snake BS, B/O: $270
★ Driver Gloves Lunar Weave WW, B/O: $113
★ Driver Gloves Overtake WW, B/O: $88
★ Driver Gloves Overtake BS, B/O: $67
⎯★ Moto Gloves Transport MW, B/O: $171
★ Moto Gloves Polygon BS, B/O: $137
★ Moto Gloves Transport WW, B/O: $71
★ Moto Gloves 3rd Commando Company BS, B/O: $62
⎯★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono WW, B/O: $1027
★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike FT, B/O: $654
★ Specialist Gloves Mogul FT, B/O: $295
★ Specialist Gloves Lt. Commander FT, B/O: $277
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web FT, B/O: $275
⎯★ Sport Gloves Slingshot FT, B/O: $796
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious BS #2, B/O: $699
★ Sport Gloves Omega FT, B/O: $656
⎯★ Broken Fang Gloves Unhinged BS, B/O: $60
WEAPONS
AK-47 Case Hardened BS, B/O: $130
AK-47 Bloodsport MW, B/O: $79
AK-47 Fuel Injector BS, B/O: $76
AK-47 Fuel Injector BS, B/O: $76
AK-47 Bloodsport FT, B/O: $70
AK-47 Neon Rider MW, B/O: $60
⎯AWP Fade FN, B/O: $864
AWP BOOM MW, B/O: $84
AWP Containment Breach FT, B/O: $69
AWP Containment Breach FT, B/O: $69
AWP Wildfire FT, B/O: $59
AWP Chromatic Aberration FN, B/O: $59
StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast FT, B/O: $65
StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast FT, B/O: $65
⎯Desert Eagle Blaze FN, B/O: $565
Desert Eagle Blaze FN, B/O: $565
Desert Eagle Printstream FN, B/O: $155
Desert Eagle Cobalt Disruption FN, B/O: $58
⎯M4A1-S Icarus Fell FN, B/O: $414
M4A1-S Printstream MW, B/O: $204
M4A1-S Printstream MW, B/O: $204
⎯M4A4 Poseidon FN, B/O: $1402
M4A4 The Emperor FN, B/O: $152
M4A4 Asiimov WW, B/O: $97
⎯USP-S Kill Confirmed MW, B/O: $65
USP-S Printstream FT, B/O: $69
StatTrak™ USP-S Kill Confirmed FT, B/O: $123
StatTrak™ USP-S Neo-Noir FN, B/O: $106
⎯AUG Flame Jörmungandr FN, B/O: $218
P2000 Ocean Foam FN, B/O: $139
Souvenir SSG 08 Death Strike MW, B/O: $81
CZ75-Auto Emerald Quartz MW, B/O: $61
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2023.03.25 00:17 Legs4daysarmsformins My family surprised me a day early for my birthday 😭💕
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2023.03.25 00:16 TrogLurtz Genuine plea (not demand) - please convince me to carry on with this game because atm I can't stand the combat
Hello all. Lovecraftian games binge lined up, and this was the first on my list.
I have been through quite a few threads and I see plenty of recommendations to just sort of ingore the janky combat and put it on easy mode, but I haven't really seen anybody explaining how much combat there actually is which you have to slog through.
The issue for me, is that even after only a few hours the combat is just totally killing my immersion every time I have to do it. When it's on harder difficulties, it's annoying. When it's on easy difficulties, it's just a boring chore that feels so obviously like a half-baked gameplay loop, which really takes me out of the moment and really flattens any tension building.
The tension that builds with investigating and exploring the well-crafted world is fantastic - I just don't like having it broken up with too many bits of gameplay that cheapen the existence of monsters.
Any info will be really very much appreciated!
TL;DR - How much combat will I have to do to complete the game? Not bothered with side quests (unless they're highly recommended).
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I have been through quite a few threads and I see plenty of recommendations to just sort of ingore the janky combat and put it on easy mode, but I haven't really seen anybody explaining how much combat there actually is which you have to slog through.
The issue for me, is that even after only a few hours the combat is just totally killing my immersion every time I have to do it. When it's on harder difficulties, it's annoying. When it's on easy difficulties, it's just a boring chore that feels so obviously like a half-baked gameplay loop, which really takes me out of the moment and really flattens any tension building.
The tension that builds with investigating and exploring the well-crafted world is fantastic - I just don't like having it broken up with too many bits of gameplay that cheapen the existence of monsters.
Any info will be really very much appreciated!
TL;DR - How much combat will I have to do to complete the game? Not bothered with side quests (unless they're highly recommended).
2023.03.25 00:15 Monkeytickler_isback Add my friend and join our tribe. Its growing quickly and if you join we will become bigger. Well think abt it like this, you join and you joining makes more ppl join and eventually be very high level. Feed your monster or get kicked. Request to join The one peice his code is 1029169445JF
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2023.03.25 00:05 casocial Ahead of the fighter playtest release, let's take a look back at the 5e fighter design goals.
The Fighter Is the Best at . . . Fighting!
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This might sound like an obvious point, but the fighter should be the best character in a fight. Other classes might have nifty tricks, powerful spells, and other abilities, but when it’s time to put down a monster without dying in the process, the fighter should be our best class. A magic sword might make you better in a fight, but a fighter of the same level is still strictly better. Perhaps a spell such as haste lets you attack more often, but the fighter is still either making more attacks or his or her attacks are more accurate or powerful.The Fighter Draws on Training and Experience, not Magic
Fighters master mundane tactics and weapon skills. They don’t need spells or some sort of external source of magical power to succeed. Fighters do stuff that is within the limits of mundane mortals. They don’t reverse gravity or shoot beams of energy.The Fighter Exists in a World of Myth, Fantasy, and Legend
Keeping in mind the point above, we also have to remember that while the fighter draws on mundane talent, we’re talking about mundane within the context of a mythical, fantasy setting. Beowulf slew Grendel by tearing his arm off. He later killed a dragon almost singlehandedly. Roland slew or gravely injured four hundred Saracens in a single battle. In the world of D&D, a skilled fighter is a one-person army. You can expect fighters to do fairly mundane things with weapons, but with such overwhelming skill that none can hope to stand against them.The Fighter Is Versatile
The fighter is skilled with all weapons. The best archer, jouster, and swordmaster in the realm are all fighters. A monk can match a fighter’s skill when it comes to unarmed combat, and rangers and paladins are near a fighter’s skill level, but the fighter is typically in a class by itself regardless of weapon.The Fighter Is the Toughest Character
The fighter gets the most hit points and is the most resilient character. A fighter’s skill extends to defense, allowing the class to wear the heaviest armor and use the best shields. The fighter’s many hit points and high AC renders many monsters’ attacks powerless.A High-Level Fighter and a High-Level Wizard Are Equal
Too often in D&D, the high-level fighter is the flunky to a high-level wizard. It’s all too easy for combinations of spells to make the wizard a far more potent enemy or character, especially if a wizard can unleash his or her spells in rapid succession. A wizard might annihilate a small army of orcs with a volley of fireballs and cones of cold. The fighter does the same sword blow by sword blow, taking down waves of orcs each round. Balancing the classes at high levels is perhaps the highest priority for the fighter, and attaining balance is something that we must do to make D&D fit in with fantasy, myth, and legend. Even if a wizard unleashes every spell at his or her disposal at a fighter, the fighter absorbs the punishment, throws off the effects, and keeps on fighting.Source. What do you think? Will WotC do a better job with OneDnD?
2023.03.24 23:55 easyloanforbadcredit How Bad Debt May Affect Health as Well as Business
 | In the technical context, bad debt is the kind of debt that happens when the debtor has them but cannot pay them back to the respective lender. In the financial world, bad debt is a very tricky problem, and it significantly affects the body, mind and profession of a debtor. submitted by easyloanforbadcredit to u/easyloanforbadcredit [link] [comments] In a recent study, it has been found that 47% (almost half of the total number of people suffering debts) have 'less than good' health while 20% of them have 'bad' to 'very bad' health. Guaranteed debt consolidation loans for bad credit · What Are the Problems Caused by Debts to One's Health and Business? Although areas where debts cause issues seem a little unmatched, the truth is both of these aspects of life are terribly affected by debts. Particularly if the debt stays for long and then makes significant changes in the body and mind due to constant worrying about it. Here are a few of the ways debt can bring one's health (and business) to a stressful level: · It Increases Stress We often feel tired and anxious about finishing our work on time or meeting deadlines. It affects our mental health and makes us feel stressed because the body, under tremendous work pressure, releases a hormone named 'Cortisol'. It is known as the 'stress hormone' and is one of the significant factors that makes our bodies and mind feel fatigued. Studies have proven that suffering debts lead the way to developing chronic stress because the said problem is a persisting one. Chronic stress is responsible for cardiovascular disease, diabetes, and even Alzheimer's disease. · On May Develop Sleep Disorders Many debtors have reported that stress caused by debts and anxiety from repeated notifications from lenders altered their sleep patterns, making them bad or poor. With debt issues running at the back of one's head, one might lack sound sleep, which can again harm the other systems of the body. · It May develop Hypertension/ High Blood Pressure Hypertension or high blood pressure is a common issue. However, what's deadly about it is that it is one of those ailments categorised as 'silent monsters'. One may have high blood pressure or hypertension. However, it cannot be felt by the person. Dealing with debts requires the debtor to evaluate the income and instalments at almost every moment. Although these efforts can make the debts less intense, doing all this work can be overstimulating for the mind and, hence, the person may suffer high blood pressure issues. All the mentioned issues are serious (including stress) and can present serious risks. Immediate medical consultation and steps can safeguard the debtor's life so that the person may deal with overcoming debts more effectively. · For Business: Cash Flow Gets Affected Cash flow for all businesses will get affected if debts are involved. It is because debts do not help revenues or profits to be fully utilised in the business. A business owner has to ensure that debts are taken care of above anything else with the income statement of a business. Since the debt takes a share of the income, enough investments cannot find the cash flow and make it positive. · A Brand May Develop Problems with Funding Any business might suffer from funding business processes if debts are present. They not only make it troublesome for a brand to seek funding options but also create bad credit issues. It does not help a business secure immediate and effective funding. · What Is the Solution to Debt (or Debts)? To be frank, debt consolidation has a few solutions. However, one needs to learn about them in detail before using them. In the following, readers will find the four most used debt consolidation methods. · The debt snowballing method is one of the most popular options. The debtor makes small payments and then keeps making larger amounts to pay off all the lenders comfortably. · The debt avalanche method works in the same concept but in the opposite way of the snowballing method. The debtor makes larger deposits to the debtor first and then gradually keeps decreasing the amounts until the money is fully repaid. · One may start earning part-time to consolidate debts for business or personal reasons. · If a poor credit score is involved, then the most effective option will be to search for guaranteed debt consolidation loans for bad credit. These are personal loans, and they do not require collateral. Additionally, the borrower may take out the money without the presence of a guarantor. Since it is one loan, it helps make full repayment to multiple lenders. As a result, the borrower gets one interest rate and repayment term, which are comfortable. Such money loans are offered with a bad credit score because the borrower agrees to repay the loan completely on his or her income, which makes it easier for lenders to approve the cash. · To Conclude: An Alternative Way to Consolidate Debts Direct lenders offer these loans in a variety of ways. They bring in flexible repayment packages for these loans as well. If the borrower has other funding needs along with debt consolidation, then the direct lenders can help with alternative options, such as unsecured loans for bad credit. A borrower may consolidate debts and use the money for some other funding purposes too. This way, a loan gets flexible enough to be used for multiple reasons. |
2023.03.24 23:52 poshfiend $665 on eBay RN! 😳 Today is a good day to get SDCC at low prices.
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2023.03.24 23:46 Indigo_Amets USA Listing, Drac is back apparently?
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2023.03.24 23:37 Ay-3h I call bull on that "Normal Highschool Boy". Virtual On btw.
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2023.03.24 23:32 MGM5463 Deadly trap suggestions
I’m running a high level one shot for my players and I’m looking for suggestions for deadly or difficult traps, the one shot is a running man style deadly game show, the party are level 19 and while I have no problem with killing off the characters I want them to have a small chance at survival. If it matters the classes are monk, fighter, sorcerer, druid and bard, any suggestions for puzzles and monsters are welcome as well.
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2023.03.24 23:13 hypnotis3r My (F25) boyfriend (M28) is doing nothing.
Hello, I am not fluent, sorry for writing mistakes. I wrote both drunk and with tears. I don’t have many friends and I believe someone will read this.
Our relationship started at collage and we’ve been together for 4 years. When I met him, he was failing all of his classes (14 class. exactly) and I helped him, he graduated with me. He is only child and very spoiled. One of our professors failed him again but I advised him to talk with her and he visited, when she learned I am with him, he said, she was happy and supports our future together so changed his result. This made him graduate.
I am a tour guide, lisenced and professional. My bff secured me a good job in a perfect travel agency and later I secured him a job there too. He is also a guide. In my country, our salary is very high, only work for a week and you don’t have to work another month. That’s how perfect.
But he didn’t keep up with me and the other guides in the agency. We joked about how fake our smiles etc. It’s like a role, we tell where we are visiting, feel costumers valuable and as soons as they left the bus we calm and be ourselves again. He didn’t like it. He has a talent, and i supported him to draw. Digital art. Monsters, animals etc. But we are not in America or Europe so print on demands are not like in our country, it’s zero demand. He connected couple of tattoo shops for design but got declined.
When he went to a tour, he always came back with complaints. Costumers sometimes called and told he wasn’t happy, he didn’t care them etc. Our boss finally ended his job. She was polite and said him that maybe it’s the best and he can find another agency. Then my bff left and only I stayed, she knows my job and always keep my days busy.
After he fired, both me and our friends passed him job offers but he refused. I live in my own apartment, far away from my family. He always here. Never leaves and finds job. I pay rent, bills, buy meals, ingredients, do cooking, make him happy in bed, cleaning and he doesn’t do anything since past year. He only got one job in Istanbul. A foreign group came and he travelled with them 5 days. Got 10k. Perfect. He spend that money to fix his pc.
But, 44 days ago my working area hit with two earthquakes and thousands are dead. Cities are dead. So I am at home and spending my savings to both of us. Sometimes, when I he doesn’t want to eat what I’m gonna cook, he wants to order. With my money, mostly. And i feel drowning. My boss can’t give me jobs because there is no demand to tours. He actually lives with his family but he always came to stay.
Couple of days ago, we met with my bff. She was thrilled because she is going to marry end of this year and has a perfect boyfriend. We haven’t seen eachother for 3 months so she had a lot of to tell. While she was talking, i felt he feel awful. Because he never buys me flowers, buy me a Pandora bracelet, pay my rent to help me… not even a theatre ticket. What i mean, he doesn’t do anything to make me feel valuable.
After we got home, he asked how i feel. And that was my break point. I explained how hurt I am, how I feel awful. He didn’t speak. Not even a word. Then he packed his computer. I asked him, if he is leaving. But he said no.
He packed only to unpack tomorrow to play LOL with his friends. In the same house, he didn’t spoke to me three days, refused to eat, drink and only play online.
Slowly started talking with me but like I am the bad guy. I left to visit my friend so that I am writing.
I am considering break up. Maybe too late but when I think, i never felt beautiful, feel valuable in the past two years. I don’t know how to break up. What to say. Maybe giving him a change? But i tried to give him many times. I am sorry, it is a long post. But i think i need help.
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Our relationship started at collage and we’ve been together for 4 years. When I met him, he was failing all of his classes (14 class. exactly) and I helped him, he graduated with me. He is only child and very spoiled. One of our professors failed him again but I advised him to talk with her and he visited, when she learned I am with him, he said, she was happy and supports our future together so changed his result. This made him graduate.
I am a tour guide, lisenced and professional. My bff secured me a good job in a perfect travel agency and later I secured him a job there too. He is also a guide. In my country, our salary is very high, only work for a week and you don’t have to work another month. That’s how perfect.
But he didn’t keep up with me and the other guides in the agency. We joked about how fake our smiles etc. It’s like a role, we tell where we are visiting, feel costumers valuable and as soons as they left the bus we calm and be ourselves again. He didn’t like it. He has a talent, and i supported him to draw. Digital art. Monsters, animals etc. But we are not in America or Europe so print on demands are not like in our country, it’s zero demand. He connected couple of tattoo shops for design but got declined.
When he went to a tour, he always came back with complaints. Costumers sometimes called and told he wasn’t happy, he didn’t care them etc. Our boss finally ended his job. She was polite and said him that maybe it’s the best and he can find another agency. Then my bff left and only I stayed, she knows my job and always keep my days busy.
After he fired, both me and our friends passed him job offers but he refused. I live in my own apartment, far away from my family. He always here. Never leaves and finds job. I pay rent, bills, buy meals, ingredients, do cooking, make him happy in bed, cleaning and he doesn’t do anything since past year. He only got one job in Istanbul. A foreign group came and he travelled with them 5 days. Got 10k. Perfect. He spend that money to fix his pc.
But, 44 days ago my working area hit with two earthquakes and thousands are dead. Cities are dead. So I am at home and spending my savings to both of us. Sometimes, when I he doesn’t want to eat what I’m gonna cook, he wants to order. With my money, mostly. And i feel drowning. My boss can’t give me jobs because there is no demand to tours. He actually lives with his family but he always came to stay.
Couple of days ago, we met with my bff. She was thrilled because she is going to marry end of this year and has a perfect boyfriend. We haven’t seen eachother for 3 months so she had a lot of to tell. While she was talking, i felt he feel awful. Because he never buys me flowers, buy me a Pandora bracelet, pay my rent to help me… not even a theatre ticket. What i mean, he doesn’t do anything to make me feel valuable.
After we got home, he asked how i feel. And that was my break point. I explained how hurt I am, how I feel awful. He didn’t speak. Not even a word. Then he packed his computer. I asked him, if he is leaving. But he said no.
He packed only to unpack tomorrow to play LOL with his friends. In the same house, he didn’t spoke to me three days, refused to eat, drink and only play online.
Slowly started talking with me but like I am the bad guy. I left to visit my friend so that I am writing.
I am considering break up. Maybe too late but when I think, i never felt beautiful, feel valuable in the past two years. I don’t know how to break up. What to say. Maybe giving him a change? But i tried to give him many times. I am sorry, it is a long post. But i think i need help.
2023.03.24 23:02 MeepTheChangeling Making a Fallout 2d20 game in an alt timeline, could use some help.
Hello, I'll keep this brief. I've been asked to run a fallout game by my gaming group, but they want a game in an AU where their characters decisions from the videogames happened. I agreed, under the stipulation that everyone pick one game, one ending from it, and dictate what their character did with the rest of their life.
Between everyone, we've got every fallout game covered except New Vegas. Now, I'm an older gal, but Interplay's Fallout games were a long long time ago in a town far far away for me. I'd like some help brushing up this timeline. Preferably by someone who isn't a part of my group just to get some different perspectives. See, the thing about picking endings is everything that comes after that game can change... I want to make sure that everything I've done is logical.
For this AU the events of Fallout, Fallout 2, Tactics, 3, New Vegas, and 4 occur. Some of 76's background elements can happen no problem (Huntington's mutants for example) but uh... Skyrim dragons do not belong here. As for Fallout: BoS, that game can and should go die in a tire fire so it's 100% non-existent.
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Fallout 1: Cathedral destroyed super mutants flee east. Necropolis' water pump is fixed, the Followers take the Boneyard, Tandi leads the NCR (Player post-game idea: the Vault Dweller becomes the NCR's personal hero / brute squad), Junktown becomes a trading center and resort thanks to Gizmo, Rhombus retains leadership of the BoS (Player post-game idea: NCR manages to fully integrate them as a major branch of their military), the Hub prospers, Kahns are wiped out / driven off, Vault Dweller spares the Overseer.
As the foundation this dosn't change too much, but given the baseline canon ending has the BoS help out the NCR a bit and give them some tech it's not a stretch to assume if the Vault Dweller stuck around with the NCR, as a person both factions highly respected, they could convince the two sides to join forces formally. We're moving ahead under the assumption the NCR has the BoS as part of their nation and as an equivalent to their Marine corps.
Inorder for Fallout 2 to happen, some time after serving as the NCR's go-to guy, the Vault Dweller retired and founds Arroyo.
Tactics: (Player post-game idea: The Warrior sacrifices themselves personalty to repair the Calculator rather than any other squad member. Dosnt' change the ending, but noble and shit.) In essence, all of the nation-scale problems in the mid-west are solved by the now properly functioning pre-war supercomputer. No longer mistaking wasters for Chinese troops, it fires off its terraformer and retasks its robots to helping people. The Mid-West chapter of the BoS join it (since it is now controlled by one of their own) and the mid-west becomes a major super power.
This is a big one. Basically all of Colorado is ecologically FINE post-tactics if you get the good ending. Healthy plant life dosnt just stick in one spot, it spreads. Quickly. This vastly accelerates the recovery time of America. In canon it's believed the US will be largely habitable again by 2377. This would push that to 2250. It wouldn't take care of the rads, but plants and animals would be abundant once more, making for more food... for humans, mutants, and monsters. IE this just makes the world greener and more deadly since now there's way more prey for predators which, ya know, makes populations boom.
Fallout 2: (Player post-game idea: The Intelligent Deathclaws are saved, the Arroyo survivors are integrated with them in Vault 13. the GECK is used there instead, making a second Vault City. As per the cut-ending for this outcome, the Desert Rangers begin having deathclaws join their ranks.), there is peace between Modoc and the Slags, the Den becomes a major slaver hub, Vault City joins the NCR, Bishops take control of New Reno and joins the NCR, Gecko is enslaved, Redding annexed by Vault City (and consequently taken into the NCR), Broken Hills is saved (Player idea: The uranium mine doesn't run out any time soon, so Marcus and co remain there through the events of Fallout 3), the NCR becomes a major power in the West Coast (Given their BoS partnership, they become a proper superpower in wasteland terms once Vault City is obtained), Vault 15 is purged and claimed by the NCR as a military base, the Shi flourish.
This makes the NCR into a major superpower, able to begin manufacturing most things it could want. This has drastic consequences for New Vegas' storyline as the Legion is no match for an NCR that can deploy large numbers of power armored troops and would be 100% needing the water from the dam due to its now quite large population. Thus the legion element of the New Vegas story would simply not happen (Primitive tribals who refuse to use technology do not win a battle at a narrow choke point against tech 2000 years more advanced than what they have. Yes, yes, yes, Rorke's Drift happened, but that was 10,000 spears vs 500 cloth covered dudes with single-shot breach loaders in a mostly open area. Not maybe 3,000 spears vs 500 power armors and Gatling lasers at a choke point.) We can assume that most of California and a good chunk of the west coast falls to the NCR and becomes a place that's not shitty to live in by the time of Fallout NV.
New Vegas: Can't happen as it does in the games at this point. The NCR would have taken the Mojave much sooner simply to get access to the Hoover Dam, which thanks to Tactics would be attached to a mostly full of pure-water Lake Mead. So it's not just hydro-electric power at stake here but also clean drinking water, which the NCR would need a LOT of. The main focus of NV would need to be the platinum chip, Mr. House, and him trying to gain independence for the Strip from a major wasteland superpower. Powerful as securitrons are... I don't see them being that effective vs the NCR with brotherhood assistance, especially since the NCR either wouldn't have come into conflict with the Mojave chapter at all, or have quickly purged them, since the original BoS is with the NCR. But maybe House pulls it off? He is a genius, and he would have the Courier with him, who without the Legion-NCR war probably never got shot by Benny, likely delivered the chip on time, was probably quickly found by Ulysses, and might want to help House out of guilt for blowing up the divide after they learn about that.
Fallout 3: The Lone Wanderer adds the FEV to Project Purity and Raven Rock is not destroyed, (Player and DM idea: Fawkes turns Project Purity on without protest because he's not an asshole and doesn't want his friend to fucking die.), the not-Necronomicon is never retrieved from Cult Lady because the LW doesn't want to go to Dueling Banjos land, (Player post-game idea: Mothership Zeta is damaged during the fight with the other mothership. LW wins the fight, but MZ is going down. It crashes in the northern part of the Capital Wasteland, destroying most of it because, you know, basically a meteorite strike. The survivors claim the wreck as a new city, but exhile LW after hearing they are responsible for the crash. the BoS take the LW in as a formal member, then take over the new Zeta City to keep the advanced tech out of waster hands.)
Oh boy this needs all kinds of tweaks... There wouldn't be BoS Outcasts. Elder Lyon's ideals are what the main chapter of the BoS would have due to their NCR alliance. If anything, all the advanced toys and military hardware in the capitol would likely have the BoS go rogue to get back to pre-NCR ways... while remaining loyal and explaining the zone was anarchy incarnate and there was a potential for some local warlord to find a "Fire the second wave of nukes!" button. Hence, the BoS would likely be doing all they could to hoard tech... on top of assuming the Master was back and active in the area... somehow. Seriously, Bethesda, the BoS know what super mutants are and who made them. They wouldn't have forgotten Fallout 1 and would likly assume the Master SOMEHOW came back since he was a horrifying blob mutant that merged with machinery and, you know, brains in jars and sapient computers exist in this world.
With Raven Rock not destroyed, the Enclave keeps existing. GM idea, the Enclave makes a power play and takes control of both Zeta City and the East Coast BoS, because they are lead by a ZAX-mainframe based AI and humans just don't get to out-play the plans of something that intelligent... Especially when all it wants is for them to join a quite similar faction for the good of the people. Which means Fallout 4's BoS is realy the Enclave with a new coat of paint pretending they don't exist, as they are want to do but now having the ability to deploy power armored forces overtly without blowing their veil of secrecy.
Fallout 4: As per Player request, this is nothing like the canon game: The Soul Survivor was a synth recreation of Shawn's mother... who was lesbian married to a gay guy so they could cover for each other and thus NOT be found out and vanished to be used for something like the Robobrain project. Their kid was adopted, so the SS isn't very attached to Shawn having only had him for a few weeks and only remembering the cliff notes of her pre-war life. Hence, she kind of forgets they existed and just builds a fuckton of towns (Lets be honest... that's how most of us played F4). Then raiders attack one of her towns. So she kills them all. Like, all of them all of them. After becoming the defacto Queen of the Commonwealth she's approached by Shawn for his whole plan (he has no idea she doesn't give a SHIT about him and believed she assumed he was dead). The SS agrees to join with the institute because having AC is infinitely better than NOT having AC and in her opinion all of these wasteland leaders are idiots and deserved getting replaced. This lines up with the BoS (or rather stealthed Enclave) arriving, a war is had, the BoS mostly looses bot retains control over the southern half of the Commonwealth because they have a Giant Robot and the SS does not, the SS becomes the Director but Shawn lives because she jabs him with Curie's cure because... she didn't give a shit about that 12 year old. the SS, being a Synth is actually immortal (that's canon. G3 Synths don't age.) and thus becomes the Forever Queen who... mostly just makes her towns nicer and nicer with institute tech and gets into border wars with the not-Enclave.
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I'd love general feedback on this. Especially small details I could have overlooked and anything major that's just nonsense. Our game will be about 20 years after Fallout 4 so this is meant to give me an idea of what the world is like before I build a Texas Wasteland.
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Between everyone, we've got every fallout game covered except New Vegas. Now, I'm an older gal, but Interplay's Fallout games were a long long time ago in a town far far away for me. I'd like some help brushing up this timeline. Preferably by someone who isn't a part of my group just to get some different perspectives. See, the thing about picking endings is everything that comes after that game can change... I want to make sure that everything I've done is logical.
For this AU the events of Fallout, Fallout 2, Tactics, 3, New Vegas, and 4 occur. Some of 76's background elements can happen no problem (Huntington's mutants for example) but uh... Skyrim dragons do not belong here. As for Fallout: BoS, that game can and should go die in a tire fire so it's 100% non-existent.
----
Fallout 1: Cathedral destroyed super mutants flee east. Necropolis' water pump is fixed, the Followers take the Boneyard, Tandi leads the NCR (Player post-game idea: the Vault Dweller becomes the NCR's personal hero / brute squad), Junktown becomes a trading center and resort thanks to Gizmo, Rhombus retains leadership of the BoS (Player post-game idea: NCR manages to fully integrate them as a major branch of their military), the Hub prospers, Kahns are wiped out / driven off, Vault Dweller spares the Overseer.
As the foundation this dosn't change too much, but given the baseline canon ending has the BoS help out the NCR a bit and give them some tech it's not a stretch to assume if the Vault Dweller stuck around with the NCR, as a person both factions highly respected, they could convince the two sides to join forces formally. We're moving ahead under the assumption the NCR has the BoS as part of their nation and as an equivalent to their Marine corps.
Inorder for Fallout 2 to happen, some time after serving as the NCR's go-to guy, the Vault Dweller retired and founds Arroyo.
Tactics: (Player post-game idea: The Warrior sacrifices themselves personalty to repair the Calculator rather than any other squad member. Dosnt' change the ending, but noble and shit.) In essence, all of the nation-scale problems in the mid-west are solved by the now properly functioning pre-war supercomputer. No longer mistaking wasters for Chinese troops, it fires off its terraformer and retasks its robots to helping people. The Mid-West chapter of the BoS join it (since it is now controlled by one of their own) and the mid-west becomes a major super power.
This is a big one. Basically all of Colorado is ecologically FINE post-tactics if you get the good ending. Healthy plant life dosnt just stick in one spot, it spreads. Quickly. This vastly accelerates the recovery time of America. In canon it's believed the US will be largely habitable again by 2377. This would push that to 2250. It wouldn't take care of the rads, but plants and animals would be abundant once more, making for more food... for humans, mutants, and monsters. IE this just makes the world greener and more deadly since now there's way more prey for predators which, ya know, makes populations boom.
Fallout 2: (Player post-game idea: The Intelligent Deathclaws are saved, the Arroyo survivors are integrated with them in Vault 13. the GECK is used there instead, making a second Vault City. As per the cut-ending for this outcome, the Desert Rangers begin having deathclaws join their ranks.), there is peace between Modoc and the Slags, the Den becomes a major slaver hub, Vault City joins the NCR, Bishops take control of New Reno and joins the NCR, Gecko is enslaved, Redding annexed by Vault City (and consequently taken into the NCR), Broken Hills is saved (Player idea: The uranium mine doesn't run out any time soon, so Marcus and co remain there through the events of Fallout 3), the NCR becomes a major power in the West Coast (Given their BoS partnership, they become a proper superpower in wasteland terms once Vault City is obtained), Vault 15 is purged and claimed by the NCR as a military base, the Shi flourish.
This makes the NCR into a major superpower, able to begin manufacturing most things it could want. This has drastic consequences for New Vegas' storyline as the Legion is no match for an NCR that can deploy large numbers of power armored troops and would be 100% needing the water from the dam due to its now quite large population. Thus the legion element of the New Vegas story would simply not happen (Primitive tribals who refuse to use technology do not win a battle at a narrow choke point against tech 2000 years more advanced than what they have. Yes, yes, yes, Rorke's Drift happened, but that was 10,000 spears vs 500 cloth covered dudes with single-shot breach loaders in a mostly open area. Not maybe 3,000 spears vs 500 power armors and Gatling lasers at a choke point.) We can assume that most of California and a good chunk of the west coast falls to the NCR and becomes a place that's not shitty to live in by the time of Fallout NV.
New Vegas: Can't happen as it does in the games at this point. The NCR would have taken the Mojave much sooner simply to get access to the Hoover Dam, which thanks to Tactics would be attached to a mostly full of pure-water Lake Mead. So it's not just hydro-electric power at stake here but also clean drinking water, which the NCR would need a LOT of. The main focus of NV would need to be the platinum chip, Mr. House, and him trying to gain independence for the Strip from a major wasteland superpower. Powerful as securitrons are... I don't see them being that effective vs the NCR with brotherhood assistance, especially since the NCR either wouldn't have come into conflict with the Mojave chapter at all, or have quickly purged them, since the original BoS is with the NCR. But maybe House pulls it off? He is a genius, and he would have the Courier with him, who without the Legion-NCR war probably never got shot by Benny, likely delivered the chip on time, was probably quickly found by Ulysses, and might want to help House out of guilt for blowing up the divide after they learn about that.
Fallout 3: The Lone Wanderer adds the FEV to Project Purity and Raven Rock is not destroyed, (Player and DM idea: Fawkes turns Project Purity on without protest because he's not an asshole and doesn't want his friend to fucking die.), the not-Necronomicon is never retrieved from Cult Lady because the LW doesn't want to go to Dueling Banjos land, (Player post-game idea: Mothership Zeta is damaged during the fight with the other mothership. LW wins the fight, but MZ is going down. It crashes in the northern part of the Capital Wasteland, destroying most of it because, you know, basically a meteorite strike. The survivors claim the wreck as a new city, but exhile LW after hearing they are responsible for the crash. the BoS take the LW in as a formal member, then take over the new Zeta City to keep the advanced tech out of waster hands.)
Oh boy this needs all kinds of tweaks... There wouldn't be BoS Outcasts. Elder Lyon's ideals are what the main chapter of the BoS would have due to their NCR alliance. If anything, all the advanced toys and military hardware in the capitol would likely have the BoS go rogue to get back to pre-NCR ways... while remaining loyal and explaining the zone was anarchy incarnate and there was a potential for some local warlord to find a "Fire the second wave of nukes!" button. Hence, the BoS would likely be doing all they could to hoard tech... on top of assuming the Master was back and active in the area... somehow. Seriously, Bethesda, the BoS know what super mutants are and who made them. They wouldn't have forgotten Fallout 1 and would likly assume the Master SOMEHOW came back since he was a horrifying blob mutant that merged with machinery and, you know, brains in jars and sapient computers exist in this world.
With Raven Rock not destroyed, the Enclave keeps existing. GM idea, the Enclave makes a power play and takes control of both Zeta City and the East Coast BoS, because they are lead by a ZAX-mainframe based AI and humans just don't get to out-play the plans of something that intelligent... Especially when all it wants is for them to join a quite similar faction for the good of the people. Which means Fallout 4's BoS is realy the Enclave with a new coat of paint pretending they don't exist, as they are want to do but now having the ability to deploy power armored forces overtly without blowing their veil of secrecy.
Fallout 4: As per Player request, this is nothing like the canon game: The Soul Survivor was a synth recreation of Shawn's mother... who was lesbian married to a gay guy so they could cover for each other and thus NOT be found out and vanished to be used for something like the Robobrain project. Their kid was adopted, so the SS isn't very attached to Shawn having only had him for a few weeks and only remembering the cliff notes of her pre-war life. Hence, she kind of forgets they existed and just builds a fuckton of towns (Lets be honest... that's how most of us played F4). Then raiders attack one of her towns. So she kills them all. Like, all of them all of them. After becoming the defacto Queen of the Commonwealth she's approached by Shawn for his whole plan (he has no idea she doesn't give a SHIT about him and believed she assumed he was dead). The SS agrees to join with the institute because having AC is infinitely better than NOT having AC and in her opinion all of these wasteland leaders are idiots and deserved getting replaced. This lines up with the BoS (or rather stealthed Enclave) arriving, a war is had, the BoS mostly looses bot retains control over the southern half of the Commonwealth because they have a Giant Robot and the SS does not, the SS becomes the Director but Shawn lives because she jabs him with Curie's cure because... she didn't give a shit about that 12 year old. the SS, being a Synth is actually immortal (that's canon. G3 Synths don't age.) and thus becomes the Forever Queen who... mostly just makes her towns nicer and nicer with institute tech and gets into border wars with the not-Enclave.
---
I'd love general feedback on this. Especially small details I could have overlooked and anything major that's just nonsense. Our game will be about 20 years after Fallout 4 so this is meant to give me an idea of what the world is like before I build a Texas Wasteland.
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America - Hideaway NM/NM $10
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The Animals – The Best Of The Animals VG+/VG+ $16.50
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Andy Bell - The View From Halfway Down NM/NM $20
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Eric Burdon & War – The Complete Vinyl Collection NM/NM $65
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Different Days NM/NM $16
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https://www.discogs.com/release/9894551-George-Harrison-The-Vinyl-Collection
Heavy Stereo - Déjà Voodoo NM/NM $15
https://www.discogs.com/release/20737774-Heavy-Stereo-D%C3%A9j%C3%A0-Voodoo?ev=item-vc
The Jam:
All Mod Cons - VG+/VG+ $35
https://www.discogs.com/release/3403110-The-Jam-All-Mod-Cons
In The City - VG++/VG++ $35
https://www.discogs.com/release/867694-The-Jam-In-The-City
Setting Sons - EX/VG+ $35
https://www.discogs.com/release/403169-The-Jam-Setting-Sons
Sound Affects - VG+/VG+ $30
https://www.discogs.com/release/396565-The-Jam-Sound-Affects
The Gift - VG+/VG+ $35
https://www.discogs.com/release/403167-The-Jam-The-Gift
This Modern World - VG+/VG+ $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/391161-The-Jam-This-Is-The-Modern-World
Elton John – Don't Shoot Me I'm Only The Piano Player NM/NM $25
https://www.discogs.com/release/10606602-Elton-John-Dont-Shoot-Me-Im-Only-The-Piano-Player
Elton John – Elton John NM/NM $22
https://www.discogs.com/release/11398261-Elton-John-Elton-John
Elton John – Honky Château NM/NM $30
https://www.discogs.com/release/10527380-Elton-John-Honky-Ch%C3%A2teau
Elton John – Madman Across The Water NM/NM $50
https://www.discogs.com/release/10249549-Elton-John-Madman-Across-The-Water
Elton John – Goodbye Yellow Brick Road NM/NM $30
https://www.discogs.com/release/15422897-Elton-John-Goodbye-Yellow-Brick-Road
Elton John – Regimental Sgt. Zippo NM/NM $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/19027960-Elton-John-Regimental-Sgt-Zippo
Kasabian – The Alchemist’s Euphoria NM/NM - never played $55
https://www.discogs.com/release/24177539-Kasabian-The-Alchemists-Euphoria-
Kennélmus – Folkstone Prism NM/NM $15
https://www.discogs.com/release/15803705-Kenn%C3%A9lmus-Folkstone-Prism?ev=item-vc
Morrissey – Greatest Hits EX/EX $70
https://www.discogs.com/release/1249356-Morrissey-Greatest-Hits
Nilsson – Son Of Schmilsson NM/NM #916 $40
https://www.discogs.com/release/19825597-Nilsson-Son-Of-Schmilsson
Nilsson - Nilsson Schmilsson NM/NM $70
https://www.discogs.com/release/18484120-Harry-Nilsson-Nilsson-Schmilsson
Oasis:
2022 Japanese Released (colored vinyl) - all ultrasonic cleaned, not played and put into polyvinyl sleeves
Morning Glory $80
https://www.discogs.com/release/24286748-Oasis-Whats-The-Story-Morning-Glory
Be Here Now NM/NM $80
https://www.discogs.com/release/24302654-Oasis-Be-Here-Now
Definitely Maybe NM/NM $80
https://www.discogs.com/release/24286694-Oasis-Definitely-Maybe
The Masterplan NM/NM $80
https://www.discogs.com/release/24286811-Oasis-The-Masterplan
(What's The Story) Morning Glory? Sealed $80
https://www.discogs.com/release/15998880-Oasis-Whats-The-Story-Morning-Glory
Be Here Now Sealed $80
https://www.discogs.com/release/24256679-Oasis-Be-Here-Now
Definitely Maybe NM/NM $60
https://www.discogs.com/release/14064630-Oasis-Definitely-Maybe
Time Flies... 1994-2009 NM/NM $325
https://www.discogs.com/release/2334540-Oasis-Time-Flies-1994-2009
Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers – Live At The Fillmore - 1997 NM/NM $140
https://www.discogs.com/release/25286779-Tom-Petty-And-The-Heartbreakers-Live-At-The-Fillmore-1997
Planet – Information Overload NM/NM $30 (If you like DMA's, this is the guitarists brothers band).
https://www.discogs.com/release/22564604-Planet-Information-Overload
Pussy – Pussy Plays NM/NM $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/4575253-Pussy-Pussy-Plays?ev=item-vc
The Rifles - Big Life VG++/VG $30
https://www.discogs.com/release/8909020-The-Rifles-Big-Life
The Rifles - Freedom Run NM/NM - never played, only cleaned $40
https://www.discogs.com/release/13675756-The-Rifles-Freedom-Run
Santana – Abraxas NM/NM $220
https://www.discogs.com/release/1586176-Santana-Abraxas
Simple Minds - Direction of the Heart NM/NM $18
https://www.discogs.com/release/24893201-Simple-Minds-Direction-Of-The-Heart
Slift - Space Is The Key / La Planète Inexplorée NM/NM $90
https://www.discogs.com/release/16974336-Slift-Space-Is-The-Key-La-Plan%C3%A8te-Inexplor%C3%A9e
Small Faces – Complete Greatest Hits! NM/NM $44
https://www.discogs.com/release/19117942-Small-Faces-Complete-Greatest-Hits
The Standells – Why Pick On Me - Sometimes Good Guys Don't Wear White NM/NM $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/9876521-The-Standells-Why-Pick-On-Me-Sometimes-Good-Guys-Dont-Wear-White
Steppenwolf:
At Your Birthday Party EX/VG+ $13
https://www.discogs.com/release/2697826-Steppenwolf-At-Your-Birthday-Party
Early Steppenwolf EX/VG+ $25
https://www.discogs.com/release/4036665-Steppenwolf-Early-Steppenwolf
For Ladies Only EX/VG+ $8
https://www.discogs.com/release/3090813-Steppenwolf-For-Ladies-Only
Hour of the Wolf VG+/VG+ $10
https://www.discogs.com/release/2714940-Steppenwolf-Hour-Of-The-Wolf
Monster EX/EX $25
https://www.discogs.com/release/10086841-Steppenwolf-Monster
Skullduggery VG+/VG+ $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/2127242-Steppenwolf-Skullduggery
Slow Flux EX/VG+ $8
https://www.discogs.com/release/1945547-Steppenwolf-Slow-Flux
Stereophonics - Kind NM/NM $25
https://www.discogs.com/release/14283015-Stereophonics-Kind
Steve Miller Band - Sailor - NM/VG+ $12
https://www.discogs.com/release/12315889-The-Steve-Miller-Band-Sailor
Steve Miller Band - Brave New World VG+/VG+ $12
https://www.discogs.com/release/4639530-The-Steve-Miller-Band-Brave-New-World
Steve Miller Band - Children of the future VG+/VG+ $12
https://www.discogs.com/release/4471302-Steve-Miller-Band-Children-Of-The-Future
Steve Miller Band - Your Saving Grace EX/VG+ $12
https://www.discogs.com/release/1255777-The-Steve-Miller-Band-Your-Saving-Grace
Steve Miller Band - Recall The Beginning...A Journey From Eden VG+/VG+ $12
https://www.discogs.com/release/8747329-Steve-Miller-Band-Recall-The-BeginningA-Journey-From-Eden
Steve Miller Band - Number 5 (punch out in cover) VG+/VG+ $10
https://www.discogs.com/release/12304563-Steve-Miller-Band-Number-5
Traffic:
The Low Spark Of High Heeled Boys NM/NM $25
https://www.discogs.com/release/13968979-Traffic-The-Low-Spark-Of-High-Heeled-Boys
John Barleycorn Must Die VG+/VG+ $30 Nice overall copy
https://www.discogs.com/release/15054170-Traffic-John-Barleycorn-Must-Die
Twink – The Best Of Twink: You Reached For The Stars NM/NM $15
https://www.discogs.com/release/23905190-Twink-The-Best-Of-Twink-You-Reached-For-The-Stars
T. Rex - Electrix Warrior From this box set VG+/VG+ $25 (scuff on side 1)
https://www.discogs.com/release/8604645-T-Rex-The-Vinyl-Collection
Various – The Big Lebowski (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) NM/VG (to creases on bottom of sleeve) $60
https://www.discogs.com/release/7770720-Various-The-Big-Lebowski-Original-Motion-Picture-Soundtrack?ev=item-vc
Various – We're Gonna Miss You (An Aussie Tribute to Roky Erickson & The 13th Floor Elevators) NM/VG+ $25
https://www.discogs.com/release/21129976-Various-Were-Gonna-Miss-You-An-Aussie-Tribute-to-Roky-Erickson-The-13th-Floor-Elevators
Various – Music From Vanilla Sky NM/EX $40
https://www.discogs.com/release/21690388-Various-Music-From-Vanilla-Sky
Various – Lost Highway (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) NM/NM $70
https://www.discogs.com/release/23342357-Various-Lost-Highway-Original-Motion-Picture-Soundtrack?ev=item-vc
Various – CBGB (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) EX/VG+ $60
https://www.discogs.com/release/8504467-Various-CBGB-Original-Motion-Picture-Soundtrack?ev=item-vc
Velvet Starlings - Technicolor Shakedown NM/EX $20
Paul Weller With Jules Buckley & The BBC Symphony Orchestra – An Orchestrated Songbook NM/NM $30
https://www.discogs.com/release/21286225-Paul-Weller-With-Jules-Buckley-The-BBC-Symphony-Orchestra-An-Orchestrated-Songbook?ev=item-vc
Neil Young – Old Ways VG+/VG+ $10
https://www.discogs.com/release/10322973-Neil-Young-Old-Ways
You Said Strange – Salvation Prayer NM/VG+ $35
https://www.discogs.com/release/12222186-You-Said-Strange-Salvation-Prayer?ev=item-vc
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Condition: Album/ Sleeve
America - Hideaway NM/NM $10
https://www.discogs.com/release/23677481-America-Hideaway
The Animals – The Best Of The Animals VG+/VG+ $16.50
https://www.discogs.com/release/1581614-The-Animals-The-Best-Of-The-Animals?ev=item-vc
Andy Bell - The View From Halfway Down NM/NM $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/20702830-Andy-Bell-The-View-From-Halfway-Down?ev=item-vc
Eric Burdon & War – The Complete Vinyl Collection NM/NM $65
https://www.discogs.com/release/25280323-Eric-Burdon-War-The-Complete-Vinyl-Collection
The Charlatans:
Between 10th And 11th EX/VG+ $65
https://www.discogs.com/release/723675-The-Charlatans-Between-10th-And-11th
Different Days NM/NM $16
https://www.discogs.com/release/10360765-The-Charlatans-Different-Days
Some Friendly VG+/VG+ $38
https://www.discogs.com/release/1778992-The-Charlatans-UK-Some-Friendly
Tellin' Stories NM/VG+ $50
https://www.discogs.com/release/3707904-The-Charlatans-Tellin-Stories
Up At The Lake NM/NM $25
https://www.discogs.com/release/12745954-The-Charlatans-Up-At-The-Lake
Up To Our Hips EX/VG+ $100
https://www.discogs.com/release/811800-The-Charlatans-Up-To-Our-Hips
Us and Us Only VG+/VG+ $45
https://www.discogs.com/release/1298371-The-Charlatans-Us-And-Us-Only
Alice Cooper – Easy Action VG+/VG+ $65
https://www.discogs.com/release/11408898-Alice-Cooper-Easy-Action
Alice Cooper – Muscle Of Love VG+/VG (close VG+) $16
https://www.discogs.com/release/9257608-Alice-Cooper-Muscle-Of-Love
Alice Cooper - Welcome To My Nightmare VG+/VG+ $13
https://www.discogs.com/release/2749414-Alice-Cooper-Welcome-To-My-Nightmare
The Coral - Coral Island NM/NM $25
https://www.discogs.com/release/18539527-The-Coral-Coral-Island
The Coral - Coral Island Sealed w/signed print $25
https://www.discogs.com/release/18541153-The-Coral-Coral-Island?ev=item-vc
The Coral - The Coral ***Cassette*** Sealed $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/22529939-The-Coral-The-Coral-
The Coral - The Coral Sealed Picture Disc $40
https://www.discogs.com/release/22409035-The-Coral-The-Coral
Crazy Horse – Crazy Horse NM/NM $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/17696083-Crazy-Horse-Crazy-Horse
Death Cab For Cutie - Asphalt Meadows - NM/NM $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/24503447-Death-Cab-For-Cutie-Asphalt-Meadows
Deep Purple:
Deep Purple VG+/VG+ $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/4345116-Deep-Purple-Deep-Purple
In Rock EX/VG+ $30
https://www.discogs.com/release/11924508-Deep-Purple-In-Rock
Machine Head VG+/VG+ $18
https://www.discogs.com/release/394386-Deep-Purple-Machine-Head
The Book Of Taliesyn VG+/VG+ $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/12367722-Deep-Purple-The-Book-Of-Taliesyn
Shades Of Deep Purple VG+/VG+ $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/14279122-Deep-Purple-Shades-Of-Deep-Purple
Alexandre Desplat – The French Dispatch (Original Soundtrack) VG+/NM $25
https://www.discogs.com/release/22026151-Alexandre-Desplat-The-French-Dispatch-Original-Soundtrack
The Doors - L.A. Woman NM/NM $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/24313223-Doors-LA-Woman
Doves: The Universal Want NM/EX - opened, not played $60
https://www.discogs.com/release/15922232-Doves-The-Universal-Want
Doves - Some Cities NM/NM $22
https://www.discogs.com/release/16388064-Doves-Some-Cities
Bob Dylan – Desire VG+/VG+ $14
https://www.discogs.com/release/7794234-Bob-Dylan-Desire
Echo And The Bunnymen – Heaven Up Here VG+/VG+ Nice overall copy, close NM $50
https://www.discogs.com/release/14342427-Echo-And-The-Bunnymen-Heaven-Up-Here?ev=item-vc
Echo And The Bunnymen – Porcupine NM/NM $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/20600713-Echo-The-Bunnymen-Porcupine?ev=item-vc
Fat Mattress - Self Titled - NM/VG+ $18
https://www.discogs.com/release/17699887-Fat-Mattress-Fat-Mattress
Fat Mattress - Fat Mattress II - NM/VG+ $18
https://www.discogs.com/release/18318952-Fat-Mattress-Fat-Mattress-II
The Fernweh – Torschlusspanik! NM/NM - signed $40
https://www.discogs.com/release/23812979-The-Fernweh-Torschlusspanik
Fleetwood Mac – Bare Trees NM/NM $40
https://www.discogs.com/release/6906582-Fleetwood-Mac-Bare-Trees?ev=item-vc
Foals - Life Is Yours Sealed w/signed print $45
https://www.discogs.com/release/23603933-Foals-Life-Is-Yours?ev=item-vc
Liam Gallagher – Why Me? Why Not. NM/NM $18
https://www.discogs.com/release/14130111-Liam-Gallagher-Why-Me-Why-Not
Liam Gallagher - C'mon You Know NM/NM $15
https://www.discogs.com/release/23335910-Liam-Gallagher-Cmon-You-Know
David Gilmour – David Gilmour VG+/VG+ $30
https://www.discogs.com/release/23177798-David-Gilmour-David-Gilmour?ev=item-vc
David Gilmour - On An Island NM/NM $35
https://www.discogs.com/release/12488089-David-Gilmour-On-An-Island?ev=item-vc
Graffiti – Graffiti NM/NM $25
https://www.discogs.com/release/24742814-Graffiti-Graffiti
Gypsybyrd – Visions NM/NM - never played $30
https://www.discogs.com/release/23992589-Gypsybyrd-Visions
Gypsybyrd – Eye Of The Sun NM/NM $35
https://www.discogs.com/release/17592256-Gypsybyrd-Eye-Of-The-Sun
George Harrison - The Vinyl Collection NM/EX $285 (pick up)
https://www.discogs.com/release/9894551-George-Harrison-The-Vinyl-Collection
Heavy Stereo - Déjà Voodoo NM/NM $15
https://www.discogs.com/release/20737774-Heavy-Stereo-D%C3%A9j%C3%A0-Voodoo?ev=item-vc
The Jam:
All Mod Cons - VG+/VG+ $35
https://www.discogs.com/release/3403110-The-Jam-All-Mod-Cons
In The City - VG++/VG++ $35
https://www.discogs.com/release/867694-The-Jam-In-The-City
Setting Sons - EX/VG+ $35
https://www.discogs.com/release/403169-The-Jam-Setting-Sons
Sound Affects - VG+/VG+ $30
https://www.discogs.com/release/396565-The-Jam-Sound-Affects
The Gift - VG+/VG+ $35
https://www.discogs.com/release/403167-The-Jam-The-Gift
This Modern World - VG+/VG+ $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/391161-The-Jam-This-Is-The-Modern-World
Elton John – Don't Shoot Me I'm Only The Piano Player NM/NM $25
https://www.discogs.com/release/10606602-Elton-John-Dont-Shoot-Me-Im-Only-The-Piano-Player
Elton John – Elton John NM/NM $22
https://www.discogs.com/release/11398261-Elton-John-Elton-John
Elton John – Honky Château NM/NM $30
https://www.discogs.com/release/10527380-Elton-John-Honky-Ch%C3%A2teau
Elton John – Madman Across The Water NM/NM $50
https://www.discogs.com/release/10249549-Elton-John-Madman-Across-The-Water
Elton John – Goodbye Yellow Brick Road NM/NM $30
https://www.discogs.com/release/15422897-Elton-John-Goodbye-Yellow-Brick-Road
Elton John – Regimental Sgt. Zippo NM/NM $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/19027960-Elton-John-Regimental-Sgt-Zippo
Kasabian – The Alchemist’s Euphoria NM/NM - never played $55
https://www.discogs.com/release/24177539-Kasabian-The-Alchemists-Euphoria-
Kennélmus – Folkstone Prism NM/NM $15
https://www.discogs.com/release/15803705-Kenn%C3%A9lmus-Folkstone-Prism?ev=item-vc
Morrissey – Greatest Hits EX/EX $70
https://www.discogs.com/release/1249356-Morrissey-Greatest-Hits
Nilsson – Son Of Schmilsson NM/NM #916 $40
https://www.discogs.com/release/19825597-Nilsson-Son-Of-Schmilsson
Nilsson - Nilsson Schmilsson NM/NM $70
https://www.discogs.com/release/18484120-Harry-Nilsson-Nilsson-Schmilsson
Oasis:
2022 Japanese Released (colored vinyl) - all ultrasonic cleaned, not played and put into polyvinyl sleeves
Morning Glory $80
https://www.discogs.com/release/24286748-Oasis-Whats-The-Story-Morning-Glory
Be Here Now NM/NM $80
https://www.discogs.com/release/24302654-Oasis-Be-Here-Now
Definitely Maybe NM/NM $80
https://www.discogs.com/release/24286694-Oasis-Definitely-Maybe
The Masterplan NM/NM $80
https://www.discogs.com/release/24286811-Oasis-The-Masterplan
(What's The Story) Morning Glory? Sealed $80
https://www.discogs.com/release/15998880-Oasis-Whats-The-Story-Morning-Glory
Be Here Now Sealed $80
https://www.discogs.com/release/24256679-Oasis-Be-Here-Now
Definitely Maybe NM/NM $60
https://www.discogs.com/release/14064630-Oasis-Definitely-Maybe
Time Flies... 1994-2009 NM/NM $325
https://www.discogs.com/release/2334540-Oasis-Time-Flies-1994-2009
Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers – Live At The Fillmore - 1997 NM/NM $140
https://www.discogs.com/release/25286779-Tom-Petty-And-The-Heartbreakers-Live-At-The-Fillmore-1997
Planet – Information Overload NM/NM $30 (If you like DMA's, this is the guitarists brothers band).
https://www.discogs.com/release/22564604-Planet-Information-Overload
Pussy – Pussy Plays NM/NM $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/4575253-Pussy-Pussy-Plays?ev=item-vc
The Rifles - Big Life VG++/VG $30
https://www.discogs.com/release/8909020-The-Rifles-Big-Life
The Rifles - Freedom Run NM/NM - never played, only cleaned $40
https://www.discogs.com/release/13675756-The-Rifles-Freedom-Run
Santana – Abraxas NM/NM $220
https://www.discogs.com/release/1586176-Santana-Abraxas
Simple Minds - Direction of the Heart NM/NM $18
https://www.discogs.com/release/24893201-Simple-Minds-Direction-Of-The-Heart
Slift - Space Is The Key / La Planète Inexplorée NM/NM $90
https://www.discogs.com/release/16974336-Slift-Space-Is-The-Key-La-Plan%C3%A8te-Inexplor%C3%A9e
Small Faces – Complete Greatest Hits! NM/NM $44
https://www.discogs.com/release/19117942-Small-Faces-Complete-Greatest-Hits
The Standells – Why Pick On Me - Sometimes Good Guys Don't Wear White NM/NM $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/9876521-The-Standells-Why-Pick-On-Me-Sometimes-Good-Guys-Dont-Wear-White
Steppenwolf:
At Your Birthday Party EX/VG+ $13
https://www.discogs.com/release/2697826-Steppenwolf-At-Your-Birthday-Party
Early Steppenwolf EX/VG+ $25
https://www.discogs.com/release/4036665-Steppenwolf-Early-Steppenwolf
For Ladies Only EX/VG+ $8
https://www.discogs.com/release/3090813-Steppenwolf-For-Ladies-Only
Hour of the Wolf VG+/VG+ $10
https://www.discogs.com/release/2714940-Steppenwolf-Hour-Of-The-Wolf
Monster EX/EX $25
https://www.discogs.com/release/10086841-Steppenwolf-Monster
Skullduggery VG+/VG+ $20
https://www.discogs.com/release/2127242-Steppenwolf-Skullduggery
Slow Flux EX/VG+ $8
https://www.discogs.com/release/1945547-Steppenwolf-Slow-Flux
Stereophonics - Kind NM/NM $25
https://www.discogs.com/release/14283015-Stereophonics-Kind
Steve Miller Band - Sailor - NM/VG+ $12
https://www.discogs.com/release/12315889-The-Steve-Miller-Band-Sailor
Steve Miller Band - Brave New World VG+/VG+ $12
https://www.discogs.com/release/4639530-The-Steve-Miller-Band-Brave-New-World
Steve Miller Band - Children of the future VG+/VG+ $12
https://www.discogs.com/release/4471302-Steve-Miller-Band-Children-Of-The-Future
Steve Miller Band - Your Saving Grace EX/VG+ $12
https://www.discogs.com/release/1255777-The-Steve-Miller-Band-Your-Saving-Grace
Steve Miller Band - Recall The Beginning...A Journey From Eden VG+/VG+ $12
https://www.discogs.com/release/8747329-Steve-Miller-Band-Recall-The-BeginningA-Journey-From-Eden
Steve Miller Band - Number 5 (punch out in cover) VG+/VG+ $10
https://www.discogs.com/release/12304563-Steve-Miller-Band-Number-5
Traffic:
The Low Spark Of High Heeled Boys NM/NM $25
https://www.discogs.com/release/13968979-Traffic-The-Low-Spark-Of-High-Heeled-Boys
John Barleycorn Must Die VG+/VG+ $30 Nice overall copy
https://www.discogs.com/release/15054170-Traffic-John-Barleycorn-Must-Die
Twink – The Best Of Twink: You Reached For The Stars NM/NM $15
https://www.discogs.com/release/23905190-Twink-The-Best-Of-Twink-You-Reached-For-The-Stars
T. Rex - Electrix Warrior From this box set VG+/VG+ $25 (scuff on side 1)
https://www.discogs.com/release/8604645-T-Rex-The-Vinyl-Collection
Various – The Big Lebowski (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) NM/VG (to creases on bottom of sleeve) $60
https://www.discogs.com/release/7770720-Various-The-Big-Lebowski-Original-Motion-Picture-Soundtrack?ev=item-vc
Various – We're Gonna Miss You (An Aussie Tribute to Roky Erickson & The 13th Floor Elevators) NM/VG+ $25
https://www.discogs.com/release/21129976-Various-Were-Gonna-Miss-You-An-Aussie-Tribute-to-Roky-Erickson-The-13th-Floor-Elevators
Various – Music From Vanilla Sky NM/EX $40
https://www.discogs.com/release/21690388-Various-Music-From-Vanilla-Sky
Various – Lost Highway (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) NM/NM $70
https://www.discogs.com/release/23342357-Various-Lost-Highway-Original-Motion-Picture-Soundtrack?ev=item-vc
Various – CBGB (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) EX/VG+ $60
https://www.discogs.com/release/8504467-Various-CBGB-Original-Motion-Picture-Soundtrack?ev=item-vc
Velvet Starlings - Technicolor Shakedown NM/EX $20
Paul Weller With Jules Buckley & The BBC Symphony Orchestra – An Orchestrated Songbook NM/NM $30
https://www.discogs.com/release/21286225-Paul-Weller-With-Jules-Buckley-The-BBC-Symphony-Orchestra-An-Orchestrated-Songbook?ev=item-vc
Neil Young – Old Ways VG+/VG+ $10
https://www.discogs.com/release/10322973-Neil-Young-Old-Ways
You Said Strange – Salvation Prayer NM/VG+ $35
https://www.discogs.com/release/12222186-You-Said-Strange-Salvation-Prayer?ev=item-vc
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